Viola was a little surprised. The sequence of the chapters had changed.
ă âMy mom gave me a mission.â ă
The original Vixen and Viola will be on duty together. It was Violaâs first official mission. In the original book, Vixen said.
ă âIt would be fun if you and I compete, right?â ă
But right now, Vixen said something a little different.
âDo you want to play with me?â
It was subtly different from the original story. Now itâs not about competition, but playing instead.
âPlay?â
âItâll be fun.â
âAre you sure?â
âItâs really fun. Itâll be filled with a lot of fun.â
âWith who?â
âViola!â
Viola almost collapsed as her legs relaxed.
Heâs smiling brightly, calling her name with his own mouth.
Though she canât believe heâs innocent and not vicious.
âIâm doomed.â
Donât be too mushy with Vixen.
Heâs been trained to kill since he was born.
If he decided to do so, he would be thirsty and kill a lot of adults. He is a very, very dangerous biological weapon.
Viola was determined.
Donât be fooled by his appearance. She only felt sorry for the abused Vixen and his safety for just once.
âWell, that does sound like fun.â
The sequence of episodes has changed. However, Viola thought it was a good thing.
Nonetheless, this chapter is an important point for Viola.
âIâm about to kidnap the main male character.â
She thought she would meet the Main Male Lead, âTundraâ from the novel.
***
Xenon gave me some explanations.
âItâs your first time in action, isnât it? Most bandits use weak poisoned bows and hypnotism. In close combat, they often swing their axes, but they tend to get tired quickly because they only swing with force without proper skill.â
âAnd this is a highly poisoned dagger, please be careful using it. If youâre stabbed by mistake, then youâre going there, Princess.â
He pointed his finger at the sky.
She laughed. She thought he meant going to the sky as if Xenon was talking about some cute story.
Donât speak like that with such a warm smile.
Viola responded after swallowing her words after a while.
âI donât need extreme poison.â
âItâs going to be useful.â
âI donât want to play with poison.â
In fact, she refused because she is afraid of being poisoned by mistake, but Xenon was easily convinced.
âHmm. If thatâs what you want.â
Xenon wiped the poison with a handkerchief and smiled, handing Viola the dagger.
âI hope you succeed with your mission.â
âWhat about you?â
âOf course Iâm with you, but I canât give you direct help. This is Princessâs assignment, after all.â
Yes, this is the mission that Vixen was talking about a while back.
So, âplayingâ is a mission to suppress the raging bandits in the Beto Mountains.
It wasnât a big bandit group. However, eight-year-olds canât punish a massive group of bandits all alone, though.
In the first place, it was more like exercise for Vixen than a mission.
Xenon asked.
âWould you like to get on a carriage? Or should I prepare a horse for you?â
Viola canât ride a horse.
Viola looked up at Xenon.
âI want you to serve me more elegantly.â
âIâll prepare a carriage then.â
Xenon prepared a carriage.
It was a carriage led by a pair of black horses. Thanks to magic, the carriage is surprisingly comfortable.
However, Vixen seemed a little dissatisfied.
âI enjoy riding horses.â
âThen you can ride a horse.â
âWhy did you call me just now?â
Vixen raised his chin in front of Viola. He pointed his finger at Viola.
âYou are seven years old.â
Then he stabbed himself in the chest with his fingers.
âI am eight years old.â
His expression was full of arrogance. The carriageâs room was filled with arrogance.
âYou should call me brother.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm eight years old, and youâre seven years old?â
As innocent as he is, Viola almost laughed without realizing it.
She held back her smile, desperately.
âBut I would have killed ten more people than you. Hehe.â
His smile was then wiped off.
âIf you hate carriages so much, you can go ride the horses.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âHorses would feel burned out.â
âSo?â
âThen they wonât look cool.â
It was a profound resolve of an eight-year-old to save even his stamina.
Viola and her party headed to the Beto Mountains, south of the Winter Castle.
The Beto Mountains are small mountain ranges that are separated from the giant âNorthern Great Mountains.â
Viola pulled herself together.
âPractice against bandits might not be difficult for the real Viola. However, for me, I was just Arin who became Viola.â
So, Viola rattled her brain.
âOppa.â
âHuh?â
âIâll give you a chance first.â
âReally?â
âItâs supposed to be a game for you, isnât it?â
âThatâs true.â
Vixen nodded his head. He asked her to play with him, but he didnât want to lose to his sister.
He also wanted to show his very best self in front of his younger sibling.
As an older brother.
âYou take care of them first.â
âOkay, I see.â
âDo as much as you can. Donât overdo it though.â
âHuh?â
âIf youâre having a hard time, Iâll help you then.â
She made a deliberately derisive expression.
It hit Vixenâs pride.
âHa! Thatâs not gonna happen.â
Vixen made a promise to himself.
Heâll show her his strong side as her older brother.
âYou just stay put. Iâll do everything for you!â
***
A twelve-year-old boy.
Tundra had a treasure.
It was his father and sister.
For him, his father and sister are his treasures.
His father was always friendly.
âStraighten your back, look straight ahead. Thatâs right! Youâre doing great! My son, youâll be a great hunter!â
His sister, who had been weak since she was young, always supported Tundra.
âSister, Iâll be a great hunter. Iâll fix your body and make sure our family lives happily ever after.â
âYou donât have to be famous. I just want you and dad to be happy.
In his childhood days, Tundraâs mother ran away from poverty.
The three remaining family members relied on each other to overcome poverty.
Tundraâs ability to hunt at the age of six is getting better and better now.
He isnât as hungry as before.
âYouâre getting better at catching now. My son, thatâs great.â
Tundra smiled brightly.
âDaddy hunts, and I hunt, so we hunt twice as many.â
Things were going well.
âI donât have to worry about my sisterâs medicine anymore.â
If things keep going this way⌠If I become a better hunter.
âShe could be treated at the temple.â
Thatâs what Tundra has dreamed. He firmly believed that his dream would one day become a reality.
Seven days ago.
Tundraâs dream collapsed.
âI got a deer! Heâs a big guy!â
Though there was no sign of people in the house, things felt strange and ominous.
âDaddyâŚ!â
His father was dead. He was so badly murdered that he couldnât bear to open his eyes.
In the meantime, he did not let go of the hatchet in his right hand.
He seemed to have had a fierce fight with something or someone.
âSister!â
Our father is dead.
He couldnât find his sister.
Tears streamed down his eyes.
It felt like the world had collapsed.
It looked like his sister had been kidnapped.
He could see axe marks in different places.
Footprints were also seen.
The number of footprints wasnât one or two. It seemed to be at least four or five.
He bit his lips tight.
âDaddy, Iâm sorry. Iâm terribly sorry. Iâll be right back.â
I had to bury my dad, but I couldnât do it now.
âIâll find her first. Iâve been frantically searching for her.â For three days, he didnât even eat, and he just followed the trails.
He then entered Beto Mountains.
In the end, he found a wild vegetable.
As far away as that.
He could see a wooden book and a small watchtower.
ââŚâ
He could see a mound of dirt. There was blood everywhere.
âNo, itâs not.â
It was so ominous.
He didnât want to think so.
Tundra dug up the dirt with trembling hands. When he dug up a little, he saw a pale hand.
It was a human hand, a girlâs hand.
âThis isnât happening.â
He dug madly into the soil.
There was the body of a young girl whose fingernails had peeled off and blood flowing from them.
Even at a terrible sight, Tundra was relieved.
âItâs not my sisterâŚâ
I need to hurry.
He infiltrated into the living quarters to find his sister.
It was then when he heard the voice of Xenon from outside the carriage.
âWeâve arrived. Thereâs a mountain in front of us.â
Vixen opened the carriage door wide to see what it was so urgently.
Viola controlled her thoughts. There will be a terrible massacre spree in a little.
âThey deserve to die.â
She has seen it all in the novel.
They killed so many people.
Among them were the father and sister of Male Lead, Tundra.
The carriage stopped.
It was a narrow road that was difficult to get through by carriage.
Vixen lifted his poisoned dagger.
âWhatâs wrong with that slope?â
âIt looks like it hasnât been long since it was built.â
The carriage has set up a hillside nearby. This means that it is not an outstanding production.
Vixen walked forward.
âThereâs no one on the watchtower.â
No matter how crude a mountain is, some people are bound to watch the watchtower.
Vixen grinned.
âIt smells like blood, doesnât it?â
She found something while walking.
âItâs a dead body.â
Vixen looked down at the body with a bored look.
He understood the situation as soon as he saw it.
âThere was a body buried here, and someone scraped the ground out.â
âI think so.â
Viola was nauseated. The body was laid before she was a little girl.
She was small and didnât look older than ten.
Viola bit her lips.
Why?
I donât know if that little kid should be dead like that, even in the fantasy world.
âWhyâŚ!â
She knew from her head.
She knew all of it, but she still felt like crying.
Reading it from the novel is very different than seeing it with your own naked eyes.
She arrived in front of the mountain house.
Vixen knocked confidently.
Knock, knock.
After knocking, she shouted more proudly.
âWeâre coming in!â
There should be no one inside the watchtower.
Viola knew that fact, and she proceeded to push the wooden door.
Creak-
The door opened with a sound. Vixen scanned his eyes round.
âThe door was open.â
Viola pointed her finger under the ground.
âThereâs a sign that it just opened. Get inside.â
âHuh?â
âThe door for a mountain house is usually pulled from the outside since itâs more uncomfortable than pushing it.â
âWhy?â
âThat way, they can get a little time when they run away.â
But there were traces of pushing and opening.
Originally, there should have been traces in the opposite direction.
âYouâve seen the graves, havenât you?â
âSomeone broke in before us.â
âReally?â
âIt doesnât make sense that there are no people on the lookout no matter how poor the bandits are.â
âWell, that doesnât make sense!â
It doesnât make sense.
A single man should still be on the lookout.
âThereâs a story that someone who knows how to handle this bow shot killed a man on a watchtower and sneaked into that very door.â
âThen, brother. Itâs explainable that you smelled blood. They were already defeated.â
Vixenâs eyes have narrowed.
âI canât do this. Iâm going to lose my plaything.â
Vixen began to run.
âYouâre faster than me. Thatâs pretty good.â