The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The present Duke of Karish has two names.

The Duke of Roses, that's what it is.

Growing roses is the reason why I supposedly discovered many varieties in my hobby.

Then why don't you be a gardener? I think so, but it didn't happen for a reason.

The feverish "I," Remilia, take a walk and head away from the samurai and tutor to the rose garden behind the mansion.

Eventually he looks out at the rose arch that spreads in front of him and searches for a shadow.

One of several shadows.

Oh, there he is.

"Father!

Speaking up, the long-sleeved person looked back at this one.

The current Lord Karish, Leshek, put his long blonde hair together unwrought, wore gloves, and had a shearing hat on his right hand, wearing a straw hat at the depth of his eyes.

Bright watery eyes peek through the shadowed forehead.

"... yep, Remilia?

Why is my daughter's name questionable, Father?

Father's tall looking up in the mood to punch his tongue is a bit tall.

Remilia is ten years old, but her father, Leshek, is only twenty-six years old, and unusually young, not to mention how high nobility.... and it was dazzling beautiful.

Remilia, well, I know she's a beauty, but she looks more like her mother, Yadovica, in one way or another. You seem a little mean, don't you think?

Leshek was beautiful to the point of simple work clothing with gloves, then boots, a cotton wrap around the neck with a towel, then straw, and a farmer's grandmother outfit but unnatural.

The outfit is in Uncle Car O's habit!! The contents are parricole. Honestly, imbalance. It is a waste of beauty.

So I guess they call me the Duke of Roses without being able to call me a gardener around either.

"What's going on here?

Without even trying to hide the annoyance, I smiled at my father, who glanced at my daughter with cold eyes, to at least picture her as cute.

"I need a favor from your father."

The dust and I smile.

I'm sorry, but before I could utter the words of the duke of roses I called, I spoke to all the gardeners of the Vaza family.

"Gentlemen! Why don't we take a break? I brought you cold lemon water."

When I pounded, Sebastian, the butler who had arrived from behind, spread the summary table and began to prepare for the break.

His father seemed muddled, but when he could see that the gardener, Grandpa Mihou, had raised his voice of joy, he arrived at the table without complaining.

Mr. Mihou admits how it is and sneaks a laugh at me.

Thank you, Mr. Mihou.

"I want to invite your father to tea, so please help me"

And, in advance, I went to ask for it.

Mr. Mihou was greatly surprised when his daughter asked him for a favor, which he only saw as a roadside stone, such as a servant, at a high age, but he was comfortable with it.

The lady and the tea will be delightful, and the boy will break his face.

... I don't know about that.

Boy, you mean Father, Yuchi Reshek.

Mr. Mihou is someone close to Lord Lešek, who lost his parents early. You can say on behalf of your parents. Of course Remilia hadn't even stopped worrying about that.

Now, Leshek and his wife Yadovika are purely political and strategic marriages.

Mateusz, the last prince of the old royal family, was born shortly after the establishment of the present dynasty. A prince born shortly after he ceased to be royal, albeit directly from the former royal family. It's complicated.

He was a baby. He was not killed. Instead, he grew up under the surveillance of His Majesty the First. There are also rumours that he was under the patronage of the king because he was the beauty bearer as unmatched as Lechek was. Um, disloyalty.

When the present royal rule becomes the cornerstone, the old royal family recovers loosely. In that stream Mateusz is forgiven by the king, who marries the daughter of the old royal lineage and leaves some children behind. But all the women were born after, and in the end the only man born was his youngest son, Leshek.

When he sees that Leshek was born, Mateush dies at a young age in the middle of thirty.

The sisters were just daughter-in-law, and one lechek (Remilia's father), left behind, was taken and raised in such a way as to be half abducted by his wife Yadovica's home, the Count Kaminski family.

To name but a few, I don't like it, six of them were turned into older yadovigas...

And born is Remilia.

Love sprouted between my older minded wife and a beautiful boy...... unfortunately, I didn't.

The Duke of Roses hates his wife.

Indifferent to my daughter, too.

The only thing the beautiful Duke of Thin Happiness loves is the garden of roses.

Yes, I hear rumors all around me every time.

He's this guy who's also indifferent to politics, but in the game, his blood muscles make him the flag of the queen's opposing horse, and he doesn't like to cooperate. But the plan is to expose the heroines and look for poison.

Remilia loves such a father so much that she wonders why.

It's a royal direct line, but come on, it's handsome, but come on, it's easy to be flushed, and as much as Remilia thinks, this father doesn't love Remilia.

Besides, I wonder if you're an exchange man, a nobleman who's not interested in making roses.

Remilia, I didn't think you'd be rewarded, but I tried to put myself in that position, and I've figured it out.

Remilia is "lonely".

No carefree mother, no indifferent father, no brothers.

Most servants deal with Remilia only with a sense of duty.

The only base she tends to be vain about what she lives for is her wrong complacency that she is the rightful heir to this royal family.

So I can't wait to get a little love from a legitimate blood-minded father to affirm myself.

The moment I realized that, I was stunned. Wouldn't Remilia be too pathetic? I'm pitiful about myself, and I have a hard future.

I drank lemon water (apparently I liked that) and my father looked at me.

"It's unusual for Remilia to come to Rose Garden."

"Yeah, I've been lying down with fever the last few days, so my body's gone. It's a walk."

Lechek, who tried to make a sick appeal, looked at me and said, Hmm.

That's all for my beloved daughter, Father Carl.

When I realized I couldn't make a weak appeal, I decided to do something direct.

"My carriage was targeted."

"Sounds like it. Yadovica was as angry as a fire."

No, please be angry with your father, not other personnel.

My daughter's life is in danger.

"So, what, do me a favor? I'm sorry, but I don't know anyone who's after you. Your mother will look for you."

Your mother, huh?

In a cold way, I can see my remilia part getting scratched.

You really don't have love, do you, my parents?

"I don't expect that from your father."

I nodded and said back.

"I don't think your father would be interested in anything other than roses."

When I said it with the desire to get my tongue out, Father clearly seemed to offend me. Oh, no.

I had every favor to ask, but I had a fight. What do I do?

"But! It's a brilliant rose. That's right, Mr. Mihou!

It's an honor, ma'am.

Mr. Mikhau, who was relaxing with the other gardeners at the table ahead looking back to fix it, takes my gaze and laughs. Father's grump seems to have eased as Mr. Mihou and I began to speak intimately.

If you can't get a general, a horse!

"By now, the rose behind it is beautiful."

Mr. Mihou pointed to a large wheeled rose with beige petals.

It's a flower that calls for glamour, but has unspeakable objects.

Yeah, I know. That's what I'm here for.

Father coughed with Cohon when he tried to spook me when he started talking to Grandpa Mihou.

"So? To my father, who can only make roses, what do Remilia ask?

"I'm aware..."

"What?

My father praised my beautiful eyebrows.

"No!! As a matter of fact, I have a favor to ask of my father, who is also good at making roses."

I told you about the carriage accident.

Says he was saved from dying by a adopted son of the Singh and Yunker families.

Despite..., my mother drove me back cold.

That the Vazas and I have a bad reputation in the royal palace (I don't know if it is, but maybe it is).

"So?"

"Does Your Majesty in particular think you are angry at your disrespect for Master Singh? I'd like to apologize to Your Majesty first, with your father, before I blame you for the next ball."

Father flaunted his shoulder.

"You should ask Yadovica"

"If you ask your mother to apologize to His Majesty, she will strangle me."

With a fed up look on his face, the beautiful father distorted his face looking funny.

"Yadovica hates His Majesty."

White fingers gently pick sugar sweets.

Whose fault is it, whose!

My parents, Yadovika and Reshek, are an unfamiliar couple.

Yadovica is obsessed with her younger husband of this beauty, but it doesn't seem to bother Leshek.

To make matters worse, Father Rose is popular with the women of the capital. And that's no exception to Queen Beatrice, who was a bachelor about five years ago.

At the last royally-sponsored ball, His Majesty and Father were dancing on Mother's side, weren't they? I couldn't get him to dance from my father because I was tired. Mother, I think I was about to bite off a handkerchief.

Ugh, an indelible family pattern.

I sighed.

"... because I am a child. I don't know how difficult it is between houses. But I would like to thank Sin and Yunker, the benefactors of life, properly. And an apology for your disrespect."

"You must have apologized, by letter"

Oh, and I raised my gaze.

With his pranky eyes. Did you know?

"I heard Miss Azel talking. You said you wrote a letter?

Oh, what a walking speaker.

"Well, Mr. Azel, we'll have a chat."

You're too competent. It was three days ago, I wrote a letter. It's already passed on to your father.

"But the letter is a letter. I don't know if I passed it on to you two properly. I didn't even ask you to say forgive me..."

In the meantime, I am ordered to apologize in front of the nobility who lives in Her Majesty's line, and I want to hedge my mother's, queen's killing flag.

For my peaceful future.

Hmm, and now my father snapped in a tone of some interest.

"That's a special victory. What's the matter, Remilia? I think people have changed."

I've changed.

The contents are the same generation of black companies as yours.

I can't say... I'm dying, so I look away.

"I reflected on my daily deeds. I thought I'd repent of the tyrannical way I've lived."

"Hmm?"

Even with his doubtful eyes, Father looked at me.

"Don't you just want to get close to that dragon boy?

Ooh?

I looked at my father and let him close his eyes.

"... I figured Father likes Lemiria Sin too!?

"What, Other HR"

I coughed up my gaze a lot, and I said, "You've called yourself by name like a child!" and deceive.

Well, what did you do?

You like Sin, huh?

Um, you probably like Remilia, but I don't know. It's the most adorable character, but it's complicated because it's a big part of the love pattern between His Majesty and Singh.

But the dragon boy who cared for me frightened on the cliff was cool.

"Uh."

"No? Ever since I met him, Remilia has become somewhat more familiar with dragons, so I thought it might be perfect?

I caught my eye.

Look closely at my daughter's behavior, Father!

"Master Singh is nice and kind like that, so there's a bottom line that I don't want him to hate... but when he asks me if I like him"

"Do houses get in the way of each other?

Shake your head on your father in an ironic tone.

Indeed, you are the central figure of Prime Minister Yunker's faction, Master Singh. There's that, too.

I twisted my neck.

"I don't know about house-to-house. … do you say you have too little pulse than that"

"Huh?"

"'Cause no matter what you think of Sin, Her Royal Highness loves you."

Yes, it is.

Remilia thinker, Master Singh has always liked the princess of game heroine since she was a young girl.

Even though other fiancée candidates are suggested to be happy with someone when they leave the heroine route (I don't know about that as a maiden game), only Singh goes on an unparalleled journey in hopes of heroine happiness.

There are routes that Remilia desperately pulls off, but Singh doesn't make it a one-stop deal.

No, just stick with Remilia there! And I didn't think either of the boulders.

Sin doesn't transfer his mind except for heroin.

Therefore, Remilia has always been a solo sumo against Singh on every route.

Mm, vain.

Niyaniya and her father laughed at me in agony.

"Is it easy to give up? I don't think so."

"But Father, I, no matter how I beat Her Royal Highness the Princess, I can't think of a future where I will be tied to Master Singh. … so you can remain admired, Master Singh"

Her Royal Highness is beautiful, she has political abilities, she has popularity.

She's cute, too. I don't feel like I can win a millimeter.

My father laughed couscous at me for leaning his neck.

"I don't think love is a win or lose. Try harder."

"Yeah, I don't have any gaps to put on"

"Haha, that's clean, Remilia is"

That's unusual. Not the sarcasm of the Duke of Roses. I could see a smile.

"So? You don't have a pulse and you're wazzing to apologize?

"I don't want the admirer to feel bad about it. Don't you want to be about your friend?... and me, I don't want to stay in a bad mood even though it was before my debut in the social world"

"That's right."

I asked Father enthusiastically.

"I can't even be your friend like this! Hey, so Father please!!

My father shook his shoulder, saying, "Oh, my God."

"So? What exactly do you want me to do, Remilia?"

I've been waiting! Father!