The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The warlord of the Duke of Karish, Remilia Karol Vaza, is now the direct line of the abolished former royal family.

The old royal family, though following Queen Beatrice, is still obsessed with the property, status and honor they have confiscated.

They want to see the day they take power away from Beatrice.

Furthermore, they have consolidated ties between blood families and former royally-sponsored nobles so that they can counter the emerging nobles and churches that support Beatrice.

I mean, marriage, is.

I looked over at the salon's face and sighed heavily inside.

I knew you were there, I knew it.

I mean, you didn't think I was going to come into the salon escorted by Yunker's adopted son, or the salon would be a little zazzled.

The boy who spotted me visibly called my name without moving from the place.

"Remilia!

…………

I want to pretend I can't hear you, but I can't let that happen. I politely bid Vincent farewell and went to the Lord's side of my voice.

Golden tea hair, tea eyes.

With a nostalgic grin, the two older cousins sank themselves onto the couch and, naturally, pointed next to him.

The noble children who were bickering at his side rush to give me their seats.

"Good day, Henrik. You wanted it."

"Because I heard you were coming. Hey, why are you here with that exotic?"

I ignored the tone, including the mockery. I hope he doesn't hear me, and I'll see the side of Vincent heading to the back of the room.

He's faceless, but at this distance, so I guess you're hearing me.

"Did you say hello to Her Royal Highness?

Asking Henrik, he snapped his neck as he sank on the couch.

"I thought it would be a good idea to go with you. Besides, you have Singh on your side now, don't you? I'd be pathetic if I disturbed you."

I'm sick and tired of Henrik saying bad things about Singh, as you'll hear around him.

And call it off.

I thought I'd tell Singh to stay with me, but I kept quiet.

Henrik, your cousin, is your father's sister's son. Alone in the blood of the old royal family, Remilia and the nearest age.

So, we often meet naturally in the face, maybe sometime soon.

"You're not going to sit down?

He loosened his sweet-faced, slightly saggy eyes and smiled nicely.

"Let's go say hello to Her Royal Highness."

"Well, I guess I'll go too."

"... you don't want to see Master Singh, do you?

"If you're going, I have to go too."

I wanted to tongue down and stared at the brilliant side of my tall cousin.

He laughs funny.

"'Cause we're fiancées, right?

He just whispered, but said with pleasure.

"I haven't decided, no!

Whispering, slightly outraged, Henrik laughs funny.

"It's not like it's been decided. Who else would make up for you, princess?"

irritated by the ironic tone.

"Stop, the way you say it"

"If the world is the world...... iteh"

Henrik's feet, imitating his mother's cliché, I tread thoughtfully on my heels.

"... I'm sorry, Remilia. Don't light it."

I wanted to punch him flat-handed on the side of a snarling fool, and I advanced my leg.

Yes, to be completely unintentional, me and this Henrik are fiancées.

Even so, it's not official at this point because it's only a promise between your mother and Aunt Yoanna.

(It's not official...)

Unfortunately, I know. Miss Remilia is engaged to Henrik on her 14th birthday and will be married at 18.

Sure, I guess it was the middle of the game.

Was it a happy marriage?

... If so, Remilia would have just forgotten, your first love, your love for Singh, etc.

Butterfly, flower, and Henrik, who grew up spoiled, ends badly anyway.

Though education and learning seem to have done more than the crowd, they are easily bored, irresponsible, and not one thing.

And even worse, cruel and jealous. and a youth like a mass of electorate.

I get bored easily, and as soon as Singh and the other candidates exchange something in their efforts, they get grumpy and try to pull their legs.

"Speaking of which, how did you get here with the exotic?

I corrected.

"Lady Vincent Yunker."

Henrik clapped his shoulder in a boring manner. Aren't you going to fix it?

Sir Yunker is scared in front of him, and you can't call him an exotic about his adopted son, Vincent.

"... Mr. Singh brought you here. Master Singh is going to greet His Highness first, so Yunker just took on the escort."

(Why, more importantly, Henrik is my fiancée)

I'm sick of it.

In the game. Because Remilia didn't seem to like Henrik at all.

But because he was the thickest cousin to the old royal blood, except for Remilia, the blood muscle life, Remilia chose him only.

And I think.

If His Majesty's anger flag breaks properly, I'll definitely break this engagement flag too.

In my displeasure, Henrik made me laugh even more naughty.

"Speaking of which, did Singh help you before this?

"Yeah, that's right. Thank God."

Did you know?

My fiancée candidate says I fell asleep, but I didn't get a single visit from Henrik. Only a side dance as received from Aunt Yoanna.

"Sin came all the way up to the lizard to help me?

"Dragon, you were so beautiful."

"Heh, the dragon? Or the rider?

I call the dragon lizard because Henrik can't ride the dragon.

Dragon tribes don't have to know, it's just so hard for people to get through that noble creature.

Henrik gave up early and started saying things like ugly about dragons and lizards. That way, you don't have to hurt yourself, right?

I'm just, uh, annoyed, I don't answer.

Henrik frowned deliberately.

"Hey, is it a coincidence they helped you?

Huh?

When I stopped and looked back at Henrik, he was a little good at it.

He said, "There was some work done on the carriage? I thought you knew him from the beginning.... so I helped you"

"What's the gain, it's"

Of course, I want to thank you.

Idiot, he is.

I didn't fall on the cliff simply because I was wonderfully lucky. If I hadn't worn my mother's preferred Gotegote dress, I would have fallen the moment the carriage fell.

If you just want to thank me, it's too inefficient, and why should Singh bother to get in my mood?

That dragon prince's head, vainly, has no Lemirian lettering either.

"Henrik, you"

"You're smart, aren't you? Can you give me a compliment?

"Yeah, yeah. You're probably the smartest person I've ever seen! It's so absurd, it's going to make me laugh! Did you even see it in another stupid play?... stop joking, even though no one may be asking me. I'm here today to thank you both."

Henrik, uh, snorted.

"Are you gonna fuck with those guys?

I stopped again and looked straight at Henrik.

"I don't want to be rude. If you want to talk about that any more, then again, get away from me today......!

Even though His Majesty seems to forgive me for the handsome and rosy effect because of this, I can't go back out with the silly words I said.

Henrik sighed deliberately as I glanced.

"It's hysterical. You look just like your mother. You don't have anything."

Nah!

I got my blues up.

Sure, my mother's hysterical, she's solid, she's nervous, she's voter ideology! Not a very good place though!!

Still, I don't know what you're talking about!

When I thought I'd say something, from behind, I heard a voice.

"Aren't you the one without the goods?

Turning around, the brunette boy grinned.

"Kirchner"

Henrik looked at the Lord of his voice in abomination.

"Out...!

"Yeah...?

"Yes, no, anything"

I accidentally blocked my mouth with both hands at the appearance of a surprised boy.

What can I do for you?

Suddenly he speaks up, and Henrik bends his mouth if he's unhappy.

"Because it seemed like Remilia was mad. It's a violation of manners to say bad things about your parents in a verbal fight. Didn't someone tell you?

Nah, and he laughed at me intimately, Isaac Kirchner.

He is the son of an emerging aristocrat in the north, a vast boy the same age as Singh.

And......

"Don't talk about us!

Don't come with me!

Henrik is dull and unaware of my inconvenience.

"Really?...... hey Remilia. You're going to greet His Highness. Want to come with me?

Henrik made a fool of himself and pointed at the hand offered.

"Why do we have to go with guys like you? This is how it's done... Huh!

So why don't you stay with me?

I stepped on my cousin's foot again, not to mention everyone else. How painful, Henrik nods without a voice.

Too much? Well, no. Let's keep the liking of unwanted fiancées down at this time.

"Yeah. Will you come with me? Dear Kirchner,"

"Fine."

"Remilia, you!

"Don't talk to me. When I hear your voice, I'm going to wake up hysteria again!

Yeah, and I distract my jaw.

Walking a little further away, Kirchner rattled his throat.

"It's unusual for Henrik and Remilia to fight."

"Really? It's always like that."

"You're not close?

"Because I'm your cousin."

I have no choice but to hang out with you, and we are friends, pick a word that can be taken back.

Isaac punctuated his interesting black eyes with Phew.

Sounds like you're being observed, and my heart pounds.

Isaac Kirchner.

He is also close to Her Royal Highness the Princess and Singh. Kirchner's son was famous for being quite well done, but especially for his martial arts excellence, he cadets into the army and earns the trust of the young queen.

Yes, it is the target of the maiden game.

Unusual for a noble younger brother, his eyes are cool with neatly cut black hair. Not suited for a refreshing look, he's quite a connoisseur in the game and brings the reign of heroine to life.

When he and Heroin get married, what a heroine is like, "Me, I'll be a normal girl!," and he withdrew, and Isaac reigned.

The normal end of the Isaac route is said to be the takeover end. He's the kind of guy who looks in love and gets it all the time.

"Where did you hear that from?

"Hmm, not so much"

"From which area"

Isaac laughed as I asked persistently.

"Crafting in the carriage... I guess"

Pretty much everything! I held my head down.

"Because it's Henrik's bullshit. Would you mind listening?"

Isaac is close to Sin and Her Royal Highness the Princess. When I got into their ears, I nodded thinking about what to do.

The bad-end flag is about to break, and I can't break it. Whether it's broken or not, the flag against Remilia stands everywhere.

I laughed softly at the look on my face that Isaac was fine.

"Instead, I need to ask you a favor."

"Please?"

I don't know, I don't like Isaac's favor or anything.

With my suspicious gaze, he grinned even deeper.

"I'll tell you later.... I'm really here with the princess. He said to call Remilia quickly. Let's go."

"... Yes"

Kirchner took me, and I moved on to Her Royal Highness.