The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"You said you were sick and you were asleep?

said Isaac as he walked alongside me.

"Because the fever didn't go down very well"

"Remiglia, but you're gonna have a fever or something."

Nod as if Isaac was impressed. What do you mean?

Isaac's tone is always easy.

If the second son of an emerging aristocrat talks to the daughter of the royal president, albeit old, it seems good to be a little more far-fetched, but I don't think there was anything in Remilia's memory, or then in my memory of the game, that Isaac sucks at anyone, or uncles.

I don't know if he's insensitive or has a large vessel... both.

"That was a terrible accident."

Based on the state of Isaac on his face, he knows that my accident was someone's reward, and that his mother treated Sin, who saved me refreshingly.

Baron Kirchner, Isaac's father, is not so high in stature, but has considerable influence within the royal palace in the custody of the children of his predecessors.

Isaac should also be familiar with the Royal Palace story.

I heard.

"Master Kirchner, do you know how angry His Majesty seemed?

Isaac loosens his mouth a bit and laughs as if he remembers.

"Literally, I was pissed off with hot air coming out of my head"

Wow......

"Is that so?

I stopped by accident.

Isaac frowned a little and smiled bitterly to show.

"If Vince was just treated appropriately, I guess it was another usual skirmish. 'Cause I'm gonna pay Sin up front or something."

I guess.

To the Lord of the Nation, dragons are a symbol of power.

If you treat him unharmed, Your Majesty needs to be angry that he has been crushed.

And Isaac let me close one eye.

"Because Your Majesty is sweet to Singh"

"Right......"

I agreed with that too.

Queen Beatrice, who is tough on you, your Highness, and then Her Royal Highness, is greatly sweet on her nephew, Lord Dragon.

It's rare that Sin, who was brought to the royal palace, wasn't painted too innocent and worldly, and he would have been adorable sometimes.

Rumor has it that Queen Beatrice and Sin's mother, you were interactive when you were younger and were a great deal of courtesy?

With a sister located in the centre of power and a sister born and raised in a group disengaged from society.

It was hard to imagine what the relationship was.

"His Majesty was greatly angry with Remilia's mother, though. I don't think he's here. I don't know, Master Yadovica, but it was horrible to have your majesty in the dark."

Isaac slaps a light mouth.

"Huh?

"Look, because they're rarely absent from the ball"

I see, is that how you see it?

I nodded vaguely.

As a matter of fact, my mother was willing to come to the ball today, but she was drugged by me and by now she was just friends with her stomach ache and toilet, but let's regret being in the mansion.

That would be better for His Majesty's testimony.

Is there, therefore, such a concept of fear of Your Majesty upon your mother, or a political rush?

All my mother has is feelings of good and evil, for better or worse, without a backdrop.

I hate Your Majesty. So I also hate Sin, whom His Majesty has mercy on. A man who hates, pretends to be good friends for a purpose, etc., cannot die.

"Your Majesty must have forgiven Remilia for coming here. What have you done?

I tilted my neck a little and showed it.

"Come on? Again, I just wanted to thank Master Singh properly."

Hard to say, Your Majesty made me feel better about the bribes and your father's color tricks.

Isaac seemed to hear it from Singh depending on what was going on, but without asking deeply, he let his deep-colored eyes flash with pleasure.

"I'm glad you're not taking care of yourself."

"Really."

Behind the salon, there is a large door, beside which the guards refrain.

When we open the door, the brightly colored greens and flowers jump into view.

(Rose Garden...!

I slapped my hand with a patsy inside.

During the making, there's always heroin, her favorite place. The greenhouse set in a painting in the royal palace is filled with roses of various varieties loved by Queen Beatrice and her daughter.

Highly framed ceilings are vitreous and designed to capture enough sunlight needed to grow roses. The sparkling soft light makes the beautiful garden plants shine more.

(Ki, beautiful...!

With the comfort of wanting to scream (but not do it) I stopped and looked into the greenhouse, the three of them sitting under the arch lumped in the back raised their faces.

Is that it? Her Royal Highness is not here.

"Remilia!

One of the three hands up.

Singh. Singh greeted me by walking up to me once and for all.

Oh, this care. I also want my cousin Henrik to apprentice me.

"Just Remilia and Zach? Isn't Henrik with you?"

I knew it was a set of me and Henrik.

"Yeah, with a sudden foot ache"

"Feet? Not hungry or something?

"It seems to hurt a lot lately."

Sin rounded his eyes.

Isaac is shaking his shoulder next to me making the right excuse.

Don't tell Master Singh I stepped on Henrik's foot, Kirchner!

"Your Highness is not here."

"Yeah, I went to His Majesty's because I misplaced it. Remilia, you want some tea? What would you like?

There were two people sitting back at the table ahead that Singh pointed at and they were bickering.

One is Vincent Yunker, as expected. The other is Marianne Hooker, the Viscount's Lady. A girl the same age as His Royal Highness, who is an apprentice with the princess.

Both names are children of emerging aristocrats and naturally not close to Remilia.

I shook my head to the side.

"If Your Highness is not here, may I see you later?"

In the game, Vincent and Marianne were pals we could count on, but that's only because I was a heroine.

We're both tight around against Remilia, so it's a little weird to hang out with each other and surround the tea.

Sin tilted his neck.

"He'll be right back, over here. Cup is white, okay?"

Yes! Master Singh, you can't read the air at all!

Is that the guy you call Your Highness, you're close...

As for Kapusky, the royal road that was rolling around in front of the screen to the cute interaction between His Majesty and Singh, I'd like to observe them crumbling, like how friendly they are! I'm a Remilia right now, so I hope I don't enjoy it purely.

Vincent and Marianne looked at me as if they'd just realized what to do.

My stomach hurts so much in my untouched pair of cold eyes.

(After all, yah, let's not)

There's going to be a hole in my stomach next to looking at the friendly couple.

Isaac, who was lying beside me, took my hand, which uttered no.

"It's not a good footing, so don't fall"

Gee!! Do something extra!

"... thank you"

You definitely know how I feel.

Isaac is amused by the laughing eyes on his side!!

But if I let his favor go, wave away and run, there's going to be another strange hostile flag with a party of Her Royal Highness.

I was dragged to the table with my mouth tugged away.

"Hang out with Singh. He's making tea now."

"Would you like some tea for yourself?

"Your Majesty would love tea, wouldn't he? I hear Sin found out about it and put herself in it for His Majesty's other birthday."

"Are you good?

Isaac laughed.

"It turned out to be a wonderful and sinister tea, and they were greatly disapproved of it by His Majesty. He regretted it, and now he's practicing his delicious tea pot."

"Well."

That's kind of a very cute episode.

"We've already had three drinks, so Remilia and Norma have three."

Slow down, I guess.

Isaac is also paying attention to me.

I snorted.

Sin, Isaac, and then there's Her Royal Highness, and I don't think Vincent and Marianne are unreadable figures of the air that coldly hit me in front of them, but I don't know.

Unlike the game, we're all just kids.

When I was taken to the table by Isaac, the two stood up, Marianne turned to me and raised her head courteously.

"Good day, Marianne"

"Dear Remilia, Henrik's not with you today, is he?"

Set for sale here too......

I laughed at Marianne, fed up inside.

"A seizure of illness..."

seizures? and Marianne tilted her neck. Yes, a seizure with a disease that's not going to heal until death of being sweet and disrespectful!

"Henrik is stubborn over there, sleeved by Remilia."

Isaac rang his throat and Vincent, who hadn't even looked at me until then, glanced at me.

"Good day, Master Yunker. Although I've just met you."

"Right."

Vincent's attitude is a little stiff. At this minute, I guess I heard a bad word about Henrik's exotic.

Vincent was born in southwestern territory, which Sir Yunker offers. Rare, slightly shallow dark skin in this country.

Born and raised in modern Japan, it's not that uncommon for me, but this country is mostly made up of raw white people like Henrik.

Unlike myself, I guess that means anything to Henrik will be the object of an attack.

I thought I'd apologize for my cousin's disrespect, but in the end I stopped. I didn't even correct Henrik until I disagreed with him on that occasion, and the exotics in the place where everyone is... I don't think anyone here cares about that, but I feel like hurting his pride.

"Say hello to Your Highness and I'll come back to Henrik."

Vincent sighed when I said it.

"Norma's three cups, isn't it?

Maybe he's a little mad at me, too. Vincent still decided to forgive me, apparently. Hi, my insides have been really disrespectful since the other day... sorry.

"Go ahead."

Singh brought me tea herself by putting it in my hand.

Tea has a beautiful color and aromatic aroma. I was laughed at, I was laughed at, too, and I put my mouth on the cup...

"... Ma"

"What do you say, Remilia?

"... still, I think, Fair enough, Master Singh"

I totally mobilized my facial expressions and lied.

The tea that Singh had for me......

(Not Much - -!!)

What is this, reluctant!! How can this get so bad with the fancy tea leaves for the royal palace?!

I don't even admire His Majesty for drowning Sin. Singh asked me with a smile.

"Yes, do you have a replacement?

"No...!

Next to me trying to say no, with a small voice that Vincent can only hear me, Norma, whispers.

Ku...... I have no choice.

"Later, … please"

I snapped and nodded at my face.

I shouldn't have left Henrik.

I should have let him drink it all. As I struggled with strange liquids as Nico and Laughing Sin stared at me, the greenhouse door sounded open.

Looking back, a tall girl stood with a white rose in her hands.

"Francesca!"

Sin puts his familiarity on his voice and calls his "girlfriend" name.

I rushed to take a seat.

The girl with her father's refined new rose laughed at us glossy.

There she was, the daughter of Queen Beatrice.

Francesca, Prince of Kings, was the man.