The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Sin walks the hallway silently with me.

I'm confused, I'm confused, Mistress...

I feel a little red in my ears, but aren't you too cute to be as bright red as holding hands with a younger girl (and not fatal)? And it turns red, so Remilia has a pale expectation that "a little bit Sin might like about herself".

Excellent, though it was a mistake.

"Oh, uh."

"What..."

When I speak with silence, I hear a grumpy voice.

But I'm not grumpy. He's not used to girls.

Sin says his real name is Sinrik.

He is, in the first place, the bastard son of the present dynasty, the first king. Even the common man has the right of inheritance if recognized by the National Church, so if he is, Your Highness, he should be in a good position.

But even when I say common-law, you're Sin's mother. You're a low profile.

Apparently he was the child that the first king had given birth to one of the "Northern Forest Witches" who had his hands on the play.

Beatrice's father, the king, was a frontier uncle who guarded the North before becoming king.

After his reign, he is told that when he was fortunate in his former territory a long time ago, he must have been happy.

"The Witch of the North Forest" is a group of magicians in the North. He uses witchcraft and lives without leaving the woods except to carry out the work he undertakes with money.

Living deep in the woods, they are called witches and learned with some disdain, without distinction between men and women.

Even though it is a world with magic and dragons, it can be said that in Cardina, magicians have a low status and are repelled.

The miracles used by the clergyman are appreciated, but the witches are criticized for not using them.

Maybe it's because different gods believe.... that pagans are discriminated against.

Now, beyond the woods to the north, in the mountains that rise, there are few, but not all, interracial inhabitants.

For example, fairies, for example, beasts, and then dragons.

In addition, there are people in the middle of the mountain who freely ride the dragon. We humans call them "dragon tribes" with more than twice the life span of humans and with appearance and incapacity.

They barely interact with humans.

Because it's too powerful, and if it involves poorly, it upsets the power balance of the human state. That's why the Dragons forbid us to interact with the Fae.

The dragon man fell in love with the northern forest witch and, by extension, with His Majesty Beatrice's half-sister.

And born is Singh.

... Love between dragons and people is forbidden.

His left eye is unlikely to be a person, with beautiful golden eyes, as if to show it.

One parent is a dragon. The child undoubtedly dwells gold in its one eye.

The relationship between the two exposed by Singh's birth said he bought the wrath of the Dragon Clan leader.

The head of the Dragon tribe did not tolerate the relationship between the two, and Sin's father, according to the word of the head, abandoned his mother and son.

Still, in the north woods, they would have lived in peace.

The witches are extraterritorial in a way, and even if they had one dragon-half child, they could hide it through. Nor has there been an example in the past.

But, bad news is, Sin's mother, you weren't just a witch, you were the half-sister of the current lord.

The royal palace, which was secretly monitoring the trends of her half-sister, rejoiced when she learned that the baby born to her half-sister was a dragon child.

The Dragon Nation has always been a symbol of good fortune and power for the powerful.

In Cardina's national religion, God takes the appearance of a glowing golden dragon. For that reason, it has long been an act of demonstration for the powerful to seize or hire dragon tribes to serve on their sides.

But even if you want to get it, the dragon clan leaders are forbidden to interact with humans today.

But Singh was born.

Besides, the Dragons refused to have anything to do with Singh's mother and son being contraindicated. Who could have complained about Beatrice, his aunt and sister, taking over the miserable mother and child, no matter what her thoughts were.

Even the Dragons are hard to complain about.

You dumped your newborn Singh, and as soon as he was about to be used by the royal family, Singh was a clan, what a bad bat to say.

Sin's mother refused to visit the royal palace, but she was ill when Sin was eight years old, and the witches left him in the royal palace in trouble with his treatment.

In exchange for improving the treatment of the witches.

That was four years ago.

Sin is in the royal palace as a complicated position, which cannot be described as complete royalty, but because of its peculiar blood muscles, cannot be handled without a bottom.

"Oh, my God, shut up"

Yep.

Sin looks back surprised at me as I was sinking into thought. Sinrik, because the name is too human, deliberately changed his name to dragon-style when His Majesty entered the royal palace.

So...... his name is Singh.

"Uh, Master Singh. Thank you the other day."

"Fine, I already got a letter. I even got a secret rose from the Duke of Karish."

I guess it's the lightning that makes the tone stronger.

"But I almost died."

Really, it was a dangerous place.

As soon as I realized I was reincarnated, I almost died.

In the hand of Sin, who held my hand, the goo, can be put into strength.

"... oh is that a good thing?

I had trouble responding.

Being targeted for life?

"Maybe it's the first time"

There may have been attempts before, but I don't.

Maybe my mother is handling it.

When I answered, Singh, uh, snorted.

"That's all I hate, this place is"

What is this about the Royal Palace?

Or is it about the capital?

I wonder if the capital is a bad place for Sin. Better than the northern woods where the witches who sold him lived?

... Sure, maybe.

I got my memory back. Not much for a month. I, too, have been in a constant state of nervousness.

There was no way in Japan that a 10-year-old girl would be targeted for her life, or that a couple who didn't love each other would surround a cold table without friends.

I sighed, and I just, you know, agreed.

At the entrance to the salon, a tall boy was waiting for us.

Cui eyes on light black skin.

Exotic charm. His name is Vincent Yunker.

His Majesty's katana, adopted by Sir Yunker.

"Vince......!

When Singh found him, Assari and I rushed over with my hands off. What, are you kidding?

Hey! Boy!

I feel sorry for us just now! Where did a sense of union like that go!!

I hope you carry out your mission to the end!!

Her Royal Highness is waiting for you.

Vincent laughs uncontrollably at the end of my gaze as I rushed to catch up.

Sin broke his face a bit, as if he remembered (you forgot about me in a flash, didn't you?) Looked back at me.

"I'm at the princess's place, so come back later, Remilia!

I ran away like a jean.

Ugh, a little sin and a good vibe - ha. Or so I thought. I was the fool.

All I can think about is the princess...

Vincent respectfully took my hand, which became a little hardened.

"You are all waiting, I will show you, Lady Remilia"

"Thank you"

To thank you, Vincent looked carefully at me with those emerald eyes.

What, those eyes?

When I glance, I whisper funny.

"... not Sin, I'm sorry to hear that, Princess"

Vincent's disgust made my mouth a letter to.

To be precise, I am not a princess. My predecessor, His Majesty the King, stipulated that the title of Duke of Karish would end in his father's honor, so I am simply a Duke's Lady.

You know that, Vincent sometimes calls Remilia under this title. Harassment, right? Four to younger girls, what a rude guy.

I turned my face away.

"It's true! Because it was Sin's escort."

- I wanted to worship that cute little lighting.

Vincent doesn't deny it. He surprised me.

"... you admit it?

I snort with hun.

"I'm not the only one. A noble maid would rather escort Singh than the son of a mean Yunker."

This boy, who later becomes prime minister, acts as a perfect gentleman when he grows up, but as far as Remilia's memory is concerned, he has a tremendously unforgiving character.

A cold-blooded man who thinks he can do anything to anyone if it's for the princess and Sin he cares about.

Sure, it looks cool, but the reason I'm hipster and unplayed on his route isn't so good is because there's going to be a lot of bloody stinking events.

When he becomes the queen's companion, the capital must be a solemn storm. Scary.

By the way, with the Chancellor's Route, Remilia seems to have a choice of suicide ends, other killing ends, and closed routes.

Dead of Prisons. I don't like any of them, give me a break!

That's what I thought, at the same time, oh, I remember.

"That's right,... thank you for the dangerous part the other day"

"... glad you finally remembered, Lady Remilia"

"In the meantime, it seems that the people at home have been rude... because I, I slept like that. Sorry, sir."

Keep your head down.

Vincent gives me his gaze to look at the frigid.

That's right. Lemiria's surroundings, who until now had sporadically rattled his skin tone and made fun of him for being from an obnoxious exotic country. Even if I don't join you, Remilia, who was looking down with cold eyes, bows her head.

If I were in the opposite position, you'd wonder what I was up to.

(Well, for the future, he wants to fold the hostile flag, we're planning it)

To break the flag, because honestly, I think what your mother did to both of us is pretty rude.

Even though it was something that the public didn't want to know much about, I paid the two of you, the benefactors of my daughter's life, in front of the door full of mud.

If you don't lift your head, Vincent won't go crazy. Not saying whether to accept the apology or not, but taking my hand again, leads me inside the salon.

"Go ahead, come here"

And I smashed my mouth.

I also obey adults.

I don't know if I'll forgive you or not.

Remilia and Vincent have had the opposite of a long period of five years this year. Soon the snow will melt, the roots of the disaster will all be solved, and it will be hard to go with.

When I turned to the salon, the face I saw saw saw us all together.

I sighed here remembering the troublesome things.