The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

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Even though I was told, I didn't set foot.

"What's wrong, Remilia?"

Simon Bertoli, the Marquis of Steinburg, gave a nod to his neck with an expression that seemed even more unbearable. Every time he moves, the sweet smell of the product tickles his nose.

I laid my eyes down.

“The Marquis of Steinburg, this is Francesca's room. —— I can't move my legs if I'm not allowed by the owner of the room."

Steinburg looked at me amused, so I returned only a smile.

You will be aware that I am on the road with him, and there will be no occasion where I will force my love. I can't disrespect Francesca. I can't take your instructions.

Something went wrong, and the Marquis of Steinburg, Simon Bartoli, throbbed.

"You look like your father, not your mother."

They say they're both alike.

And your grandfather.

"... the Count of Kaminski?"

"Yes, he was good at adjusting. I liked it, though there were people who took chances. Nostalgic - he should have lived a little longer. It's a pity that there's no one like him in this situation....."

Like his predecessor, Count Kaminski. That's exactly what Queen Beatrice said.

Only me and my grandfather in the family are small. It might be a bit like taking a step back and trying to see the whole thing. - I don't have the guts to be like my grandfather.

Steinburg looked at me motionless and sighed.

“It's not funny without someone like him. - The stage and the royal palace. As long as you have inherited his skills, I can rely on him."

"I can't be your grandfather, but I'll try."

The world itself may seem like a stage to this man. As I returned it, I saw Francesca behind Simon Bartoli.

"Your Highness"

When I thanked her, Stannis hung her head in response.

I smiled bitterly in my heart thinking that I hadn't bowed my head to Steinburg. Maybe Stannis doesn't like Steinburg.

"Remilia, and Lord Saure. - Please, come in. If I keep meeting the Marquis of Steinburg like this, I'm going to be depressed."

Francesca laughed cheerfully, and Simon Bertoli shrugged his shoulders, “Haha, that's terrible.”

"It's only natural that His Highness Francesca doesn't feel good." I'd like to join you. ”

I don't know where the truth is, with light irony and dislike. It's like an aristocratic conversation. Francesca was a complete grown-up in that sense, so I stepped into her room.

When I got to my seat well-behaved, I hid a carefree vibe and wore a really fun, sociable noble mask. You're a very talkative, easy-going and fun person. It looks very attractive on the surface.

I basically stopped hammering Francesca and his story.

At the end of the conversation, Simon Bertoli gets up to say he has some business to do.

I'm going home in a daze, and I'm just going to pound out a little bit. "Are you really just here to ask Francesca how she's feeling..."

"Just the two of you, have a good time."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Simon Bertoli narrowed his eyes as I stood up and greeted him. Looks really fun.

"You don't ask me a thing, do you?"

“What will you do?”

"May your beloved aunt and my beloved wife go missing." Don't you worry about her hiding in the clouds? It's cold, I thought you two were so close. "

…………

A cold sweat ran down my back.

Or don't you need to ask?

Exactly! You're hiding in my Vaza Mansion, so I forgot I had to worry about you!!

There was no way I could say that, and I replied with a plain expression.

"It belongs to His Highness. I don't talk about my family."

Haha, Simon Bartoli laughs.

"Well then, let's talk about it slowly next time." Tell the Duke I'm coming to say hello. "

I'll tell them.

I saw off his back and saw that the door was shut, and then I loosened my cheeks with my fingers.

"What are you doing, miss..."

"... pretend not to see, Stannis." My expressions are getting a little crazy... and I'm trying to figure it out. "

Stannis smiled bitterly.

But Simon Bartoli knows where Olga is.

What kind of requirement is it for me to come and say hello to my father? Like asking Aunt Olga to come home?

I stopped my fingers as I thought I was killing him, but I didn't think so.... let's stop thinking now.

"Steinburg came to get my permission."

Permission?

I'd like to recommend one of my subordinates to a maid at the royal palace.

"It's ominous..."

Well, I think about it a lot.

Francesca invited me back to the table.

She narrowed her eyes in relief as she reported on her progress in preparing to adapt.

Looks like you're busy.

"I'm busy, but it's fun." Trying on a dress seems like fun for any daughter. I feel like I have more friends. That's temporary, though. "

When we do fun things together, the children of every faction smile. I think that time is quite noble. We forget for a moment which faction the parent is a member of, and we tackle the challenge before us.

After the ceremony of the citrus roe, I think it will be back to normal again, but it's fine. If you have memories of sharing a good time for a moment. Even when you're hostile, you're not going to stand for anything, are you?

Very well. Remilia and Marianne are matching dresses.

"It's not possible for the prince to wear the same dress." I have to stand out! "

I'm not the only one out there, am I?

"...... I'm asking you to make me feel special."

Francesca sharpened her mouth when I was stunned. This is stubborn.

"Don't be as stingy as Henrik."

When I said it, Stannis swallowed next to me.

Francesca looks at the situation in a funny way.

"Fine. When the ceremony is over, let's make a matching dress for me, Franc and Marianne."

Really? I'm looking forward to it.

But the color is pink.

Francesca gave a desperate expression to my words.... yes. The beautiful princess doesn't look good in pink!

"Mean."

It's my payback for keeping you busy! That's the deal!

Francesca winked between her brows as I squeezed out her tongue. I laugh at the way it looks.

"I may be able to make a lot of friends, but Marianne and Franc are still the only people I can get along with." So don't be so stingy, princess. "

When I consoled her, Francesca chuckled.

Killing phrase, Remilia-sama.

I hope you like the princess!

We smiled, and the tea ceremony and debriefing were gently over.

... days passed like rage from the next day, and in an instant, time passed. Temporary sewing of dresses, arranging of the dormitories of dragons prepared in the corner of the royal palace. Various.

It's tough to play the role of a keeper, and while being busily killed every day, you're finally feeling unwell.

It wasn't me who did it, and what a fever it was Stannis who did it.

"Shi (...) Shu (...) Tanis, are you okay? I have to do it."

"You look young, but the contents are quite old, Mr. Stannis."

"... I can hear you, Tomash..."

"Don't get angry! As a disciple, you're worried!"... besides, Stannis had a cold a while ago. Are you sure you're okay? I'll ask the guru... or the guru Alexander? "

It looks like Julius and I (and his escort, Tomash), who came to visit with concern, were in a bad mood. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Bishop Alexander lately. "I'm glad, but..."

"It's really nothing." Come back soon so you don't catch a cold. When I go to the temple, I'm going to feel even worse. "

Stannis, who hated the temple, moaned. Now, please get ready quickly. "I knew I was going to laugh," Stannis nodded with a bad smile. I stroked my chest, glad it didn't seem to be a big deal.

I'll take good care of you!

and Tomash, who was used to nursing the sick, took care of it, so Julius and I decided to leave Stannis's room later.

When I take my little brother's hand and go back to my room, he walks happily and jumps. You're not well-behaved, and you smile even when you're ashamed. I haven't played much around here.

I'm sorry, Julius.

Isn't your sister still in the mansion tomorrow?

”No... I think I'll relax tomorrow”

Really? You did it!

Tomorrow, I wonder what we're going to play with, and I think I'm going to do the same with my funny little brother.

― ― A group of dragons will arrive in a few days. They will be in the King's City for just under a month - and Julius may be lonely in the meantime.

I decided to let it spoil me, and the next day I will enjoy my family time with my brother, Stannis and my father, who have lost their fever.

It's really no good, but Sora is looking out the window and peeking into Julius's hand.

"You can't stink, Sora!"

Cui??

It seems that my brother is depicting Sora.

Aunt Olga also participated along the way and praised Julius' painting.

"Julius, that coloring is genius!" You have a talent for painting. "

”... I see... it only looks like worms, but this”

"This is why I don't like men who don't understand art!" Reshek, do something. "

"...... unless it's a worm...... I wonder if it's a rope."

"... you're young, aren't you?" no matter how I try..... "

"Enough, I'm not expecting anything from you."

I'm just laughing at the busy adults.

I thought that there was not enough people, but I laughed because I came to Henrik wondering what I had perceived.

Probably through Tomash. (Henrik seems to have some means of contact with Tomash) I heard that Stannis got sick and I was worried. I laughed slightly at Henrik, who was as sweet as ever.

Henrik smiled a little as he watched the grown-ups quarrel like children.

I wish Aunt Yoanna had come as well.

"... now I want to be alone and think a lot." Don't worry, you're looking fine. "

I see.

Henrik's parents are in the middle of a divorce settlement. Once Francesca is officially Prince, the former Countess of Judal will be divorced. Henrik's father is still in the same house as the woman who was his mistress for many years.

--It must be complicated for Henrik.

"So, do you think it's going to be Remilia?"

I nodded, "Yeah," to my cousin who changed the subject.

"We are doing our best." Because if I fail, I cry. Will you comfort me? "

"I don't like it." --At best, I'm ashamed. It's no big deal. No one dies if the men are hurt. The royal family has told me the hard way. Take it easy. "

"Okay, thanks."

As hateful as it is, I think Henrik is more gentle than he used to be.

Even if the Vaza family were to perish, I would be able to survive it, and I thought it would be fascinating to have my family live in a painting of Henrik's garden.

I looked at the window.

--No clouds in the northern sky.

The direction in which the dragons came was bright and clear.

◆◆◆◆◆

The crowd gathered louder and louder.

Lady-chan is a good girl!

I waited in front of the large gate to the north of the king's city in front of the mirror, and a large dragon flew down from the sky.

--A man with snowy white hair was riding on his brown skin.

I gave up on my desire to grace the decorated heavy dress as much as possible.

No matter how beautifully I decorate, my appearance is inside as an aristocrat. Even if I was bluffing in front of the dragon race, I was just dumbfounded.

I shrugged my shoulders, ready to do as usual.

"Lady, please don't do this, Yen-sama."

"Excuse me. -Mr. Remilia Carol Vaza." It's been a long time since I've seen you. "

Yen takes my hand and speaks to me. The maid behind me and the knight for some reason gave a small scream, so why am I crying in my heart! I wanted to penetrate. Well, Yen is cool to look at any time.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you. This time."

"Sure. Well, you should come to the north more casually." At that time, I'll play with you. "

"...... behind me, Stannis looks so scared, please stop."

Yen laughs at his shoes.

Behind me, the people of the high kingdom are cheering. It is the tradition of this country that the dragon race comes to the rituals of the rising cauldron. Since becoming the current chief, it seems that the dragon race has prohibited its relationship with humans, so many people will say that it is the first time to actually see a dragon race.

What about the others?

"They're too bad at riding dragons." Hey, buddy. We're gonna be late. "

As Yen slammed his partner's dragon, she croaked, as she understood his words.

Apparently, I can understand his words.

Yan's gaze showed that a total of ten riders were flying in.

At the forefront was a young man with a blonde hair, who might have remembered the myth even if he didn't like it.

The Dragon God descended on this Cardina and fell in love with the human daughter. The child became Vaza's ancestor.

If that myth is part of history, then the unassuming and beautiful young man who looks down on me will be a distant relative to me.

Golden eyes narrow unpleasantly.

Contemporary Dragon Chief - Shea only nodded unanswered.

I hang my head thinking I'm not going to get along.

The Kingsguard standing behind me bowed his head as he saw my movements.

Dragon's wings.

The cheering of the people. The laughing of someone's face. Whispering. The blink of an eye trying to appreciate me.

The sword that they wore on their hips landed and at the same time it made a chattering and disturbing sound.

"--We look forward to welcoming you."

Game start.

And then, in my head, I felt an inorganic letter floating out of my mouth, making a pitter-pattering sound.