Go to jail! 〜 The villainous daughter wants to be loved in the extra edition

In the meantime, a great deal of attention - among other things, the gaze of unmarried women tangles with me.

These days, Raphael has become more and more riddled and nice. Even I feel that way next door, so I guess they're only extra impressed to see each other once in a while. So I know what it's like to want to stare at me as much as you want. Even if I get my hiccups slapped in the pussy, I'll listen to you with a wide heart.

But, you know, "looking scared" or "prestigious" all sounds like a compliment to a villain warrant lady. Of course I'm fine with being told I'm not going to make it.

'Cause the prince's real opponent is Sophia the heroine. Two years from now, I will be sentenced to jail for breaking my engagement. Raphael and Sophia, who are tied together in the sun, two beautiful men and beauties, shout out words of blessing all over the venue -

Now, something more to come than what happened earlier.

I looked around the hall. Where is the cold gaze of the ladies at me? Raphael seems to be pouring the long-awaited eye difference. Oh, my God, there's Sophia in there! When did you come out of your room? Raphael whispers to me in panic.

"She'll be fine. If I told you, you'd understand."

"Yes, I hope so."

That's a prince. Though I wonder what you said, sweet words between lovers are wild just to hear.

He said, "I really like you, but I want this place to be." It is only from now on that I will be fully active. Two more years, I want you to be patient to snooze in public.

"Veronica than that, what shall I do with you beautiful? I'm starting to feel like it's a shame to show everyone what I'm wearing. When the first dance is over, shall we both get out?

Raphael, is it weird? Because you're a prince, I can't believe you're telling me a floating line of teeth.

Or are you drunk already? I don't like to leave Sophia, I hope she didn't have some yak liquor in the pantry.

We're going to be the first dancers in the middle of the Great Hall. Raphael, who's supposed to lead me, is in trouble if he's drunk.

"I'm not kidding, am I? What do you do when the prince falls out? Hey, maybe you're drunk?

"Right. If you say you're drunk, maybe you're drunk. To your beauty."

"No, I'm asking you seriously,"

You're always right that you can say jokes that aren't in your heart either. Then I guess I'll be fine.

Overlay your own hands on the hand of the offered Raphael. escorted by him and entered the center of the floor. I don't care about the sigh of a ho, or the gaze of a yakuza. 'Cause I'm so nervous right now and not so close. Rafael smiled at me for a moment.

"It's okay, you just need to relax and dance. You'd have practiced that many times, wouldn't you?

"Yeah, right. But I was scared if I failed..."

"Nica, trust your apprentice."

They say 'disciple' for a long time, and there's something warm in his chest. When we were little, we were all taunting each other repeatedly. The girl Elle is really pretty and cute. When I remembered the time, I felt a little nervous.

Did you preach it to me? The band plays the same song I've practiced many times. Take the first step as you look into waltz. To his skilful lead, I give myself up.

"Nica, you're so good. Glad to be the first to dance with you."

"Elle, all the lies"

I dare to call him Elle and try to calm my heart. But to be precise, the first person he danced to was Sofia. I remember feeling a little upset when I heard her little one brag about dancing with Elle.

"I'm not lying. You can dance in the official setting. I can let everyone know that you're my opponent."

Only two more years, though tentative opponents.

Hmm? Just?

I made a mistake, two years (...).

If I don't wait two years, I won't see Zildo. Yeah, the next step...

I was moving my legs as I thought, putting my strength into the hand he turned on my hips. At the same time I'm confused by its strength, once again, I miss the girl Elle nowhere more.

You noticed me stretching my body, and Raphael spoke gently to me.

"Nice. From you, it smells good like a rose. I love you, my rose."

"Wow."

It's counterproductive! I practice because of it, but I get upset by Raphael's words and take the wrong steps. And I was sure. Again, he is drunk. That dialogue is what the prince whispers to his heroine opponent. Prince, they're different. Quick, get back to your sanity!

He supported my body out of balance with one arm. I think I accidentally turned my back upside down, but I didn't have to fall. Raphael, who turned as he did, deceives me well.

I hope they haven't noticed I failed. There's no way a villain's warrant can suddenly appear unusual. Just a little bit more, we need to keep it from getting distracted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it at this time"

"At a time like this? You mean when you're drunk?

"No, I'm not. I haven't drunk at all. More than that, you see, the song ends"

I know how it ends.

It's a graceful turn here.

Where the songs stopped ringing and thanked each other, cheers and applause rang from the venue.

In the meantime, my debut is over successfully. We've got a lot of people on the floor, so let's multiply this gap and exit. I was so excited because I just saw the delicious food.

Raphael grabs my arm when I try to retreat. Why, why?

"Not yet. Waltz next."

"Why? Didn't you promise just one song?

"I haven't made any promises. Because you're the only partner I have."

"No, you don't have to dance with the other kids, do you?

I'd rather be there. Already, it looks like the ladies are surrounding him. You don't have to deal with me or anything bad, but you're not supposed to be indisposed by your partner.

I'm also concerned about how Sophia is doing. I mean my dance-loving sister-in-law, no matter how much you told me. It might come out on this occasion.

"Why not? My fiancée is you. If we don't dance next time, it doesn't make sense."

If you say so, I feel that way.

Sure, you shouldn't go on dancing with someone other than your husband or fiancé. If you return the back, the person who went on to dance will be special (...) by that person (...).

Special? Stupid, what are you thinking? I didn't just get engaged as set...... for a limited time.

"Come on, Nica, do it again. Even if the song changes, the steps are with us."

Why does he look so happy when the engagement is false? You're only next door for two more years, but you're trying to impress me around, how come?

"Branois" did not even depict the emotions of black roses. Don't be weird because you dance the second song too. I'm thrilled to be stared at... I'm sure it's because I'm nervous at my first ball.