The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The day after the ball was held at the Royal Palace, my mother had a blue face and still showed her face for breakfast. Father still has a good night.

I nearly rattled and trembled with guilt and my mother's displeasure, but for the Vazza family, as the daughter of Vazza, it's the result of my efforts to break the doom flag! I won't apologize for the abdominal pain. And I put my chest on.... in my heart, secretly.

Mother mouths her breakfast silently with the feeling that she is also extremely upset here, and bites when she breaks her bread with critical force to say that she is the enemy of her parents.

Mother knows that we apologized to Her Majesty in the evening and that Father enjoyed his stay with Her Majesty for a long time (she said it was...).

For some reason, I asked Miss Azel, "Please just talk about it here!" He told me why his mother was upset.

It's just here, right... How far is Azel's only here?

Apparently, before we left, my grandfather, Count Kaminski, was visiting the mansion, and you two were arguing.

"It was already a great sword screen."

"My mother?

"No, the Count."

"Your grandfather?

I don't know why, he said he was tilting his neck.

"Why didn't your wife come with you and bow her head, and come angry"

"Yeah?"

"The Count is very grateful to Sin and the others for being so ill that his daughter was in an accident on her way home from the Count's house… I came to scold your wife while she was asleep."

My mother told my grandfather to apologize to both of them.

... Mother, you lied appropriately...

My grandfather, Count Kaminski, was heavily used in the royal palace of the previous king. In addition, the father was a senior minister of previous generations.

... In short, I think there are a lot of masters who have a good sense of balance. They cross well in either the old or new royal reigns.

So from day to day, I am often complained of doing too much shouldering to the old royal family of my mother.

The Count also told his father about the matter and told him to get his muscles straight. If you ask me, my grandfather is like a parent to my father's upbringing.

Did your father say he was listening to you at that rate?

I think the fact that Father listened without taking his seat means that he agreed.

Hey, even if you didn't ask me to, I didn't mean to apologize properly, Father.

That's why my grandfather scolded me so hard that my husband and daughter let me out.

My mother, who has become a complete villain in the social world while she is away, is in a bad mood.

At the table lies a third figure, the silence, which is likely to remain breathless. I softly contain bread in my mouth to avoid irritating my mother and chew to avoid making noise.

Oh, no, it sounded like Paris.

When Mother observed how frightened I was, she called my name in a low voice.

Hino.

"Remilia"

"Yes, Mother"

"Did you have fun last night?

My stomach hurts when my sharp gaze hits me.

I opened my mouth trying to put it right... and the weed on my mother's back of my brain flickered and I stopped.

Let's get ready.

"Oh, my God, it was fun."

... chewed...

I told you what happened yesterday. When I tried to apologize, the fact that my father was happy to bring me < dawn > full of boxes. That His Majesty was kind, but felt more scared than Sir Yunker. Sin held my hand, so I sweated, and his tea tasted worse than medicine. The princess's garden was beautiful and Isaac was kind. The fact that Marianne was still a hobby dress, that Vincent and Henrik were decorating their heads with roses like fools and all the salons laughed, and that the princess invited them on a long ride.

(Then...)

Yeah, it was a lot of fun. It was fun.

Talking all at once, I'm tired of my throat.

I looked up to my mother.

"... while your mother was away, I'm sorry, no..."

From me, who apologized with a voice that seemed to disappear, my mother deflects her gaze.

"In that case, it would have been more fun to have a mother, you just have to say, Remilia. You're such a lousy flatterer."

"Uh."

My mother leaned down and laughed.

"... If that's all you enjoyed, it must have meant that Leshek cut all of them.... When it blooms, you said you'd give it to me, but you'll forget it anyway."

To the monologue twinkle, uh, and when I looked up, my mother was back to her usual faceless expression.

And he began to rip the bread silently again.

Is that the primary cause of my mother's grump?

Think of it, it makes me kind of sad.

Father does not give roses to others. Many times even my wife and daughter won't allow me to hang up. If his father had promised to give his mother a new rose of his favourite breed, it would have been a great pleasure for her, a promise she was waiting for.

... My father seems to think of my mother as a depressing wife, but I think my mother still probably likes my father.

Because he is a selfish and loud man, he opines on this and his father for both good and bad, and he is more neglected by his father, who doesn't want people to mind him.

But "Remilia" knew that Father was only able to mess with the garden because Mother was doing all the chores of the house.

If I don't say anything extra, or if I keep another rose to offer His Majesty, I feel like I can't help it.

"Morning."

You finally woke up, and your father showed up. At too bad a time, I look away unintentionally.

also, i wish he had slept a little more, father.

"Morning, Yadovica, Remilia"

"Good morning, Leshek"

Good morning, Father.

We greet each other as usual.

Father always sits face-to-face with his mother for breakfast.

But today Father walked past his seat and next to his mother.

I looked at my husband with a dangerous look as to what my mother was doing, and... I rounded my eyes to what was in my father's hand.

In his hands, a circle of roses with slightly dark, white petals.

"... I didn't cut them all"

"I'll give it to you"

Yes, and my mother solidifies beautifully when she is offered like that.

"This is... what?

You're a rose.

"... right"

"As promised, I'll give you the most beautiful flowers."

Rarely for the Duke of Karish, he remembered his promise to his wife.

My mother was silent for plenty of ten seconds, and then, like her, she slapped her hatred.

"... I wonder why it's just one round for me. I offered His Majesty one box."

His father flaunted his shoulder upon his flashy, facedown mother.

"I guess it's because you said you wanted the prettiest. Best of all, it's just one thing. Wouldn't be a shame to do it after the second, would you?

Her mother looked closer to her face to smell, compared to the rose in her hand and her younger husband as a shovel, and she turned to the flower and sighed.

"You are, well, just plausible, really... Leshek, you've been looking forward to the ball without me."

My father looked down at my mother, lying.

"I'm tired of being spoken to by people I don't know because you're not here.... Wouldn't it be easy to break my stomach?"

"Oh, thank you for understanding me."

"No one is as good as you to avoid people."

Hung, sarcastically, your father takes his seat.

When Mother returned expressionless, she put her mouth on the cup.

Mother adorns the vase of vitreous brought to her by her attentive servant with roses from her hands. Place it in a position to get into view and start eating again.

Is it my desire that my mother's faceless mouth seems looser than usual?

I glanced up at Chira, and appealed to Sebastian, the old butler standing as usual in the corner of the room.

When he noticed my gaze, as only I could see, he moved his eyes around one by one to show that he was surprised. "That's a blue sky thunderbolt, lady! Like I said."

Yeah, I'm surprised, too. I might have tried for the first time that the couple's conversation would be more than three rounds. I don't know, you two look like normal fatigued couples...!

I was kind of thrilled, and I had breakfast in the sky above, and my mother had bad manners, and she scolded me perfectly.

The name of the white rose is called "Dawn", which is refined by his father and mimics the colour of the night and morning borders.

My fancy Yadovica mother is my favorite color flower.

A few days later I received a letter from an unexpected person.

(Isaac Kirchner)

Tilt his neck to the signature written on the envelope.

I am not close to Isaac. Nonetheless, it must be a letter. Speaking of which, he said at the salon, "I need a favor" or something.

Isaac is a boy who treats everyone (whatever's inside him) in a flamboyant way, so there's probably no evil impression of each other, either, should be.

Incidentally, the izer crew in Rose Garden is Remilia-friendly. The clan falls, but her husband... unwillingly, it's about Henrik... and Lemiria, who died, says she will bless the heroines, and she decides to snuggle into the church for the rest of her life to mourn him, though.

(Yeah? For the rest of your life, church?

No, wait. Wait, me.

I thought it was gentle but I'm not happy at all just not being aggressively destroyed......! I'm just lucky it wasn't suicide, other killings, and claustrophobia! So what do you do!!

I can't believe I married Henrik at a young height and spent the rest of my life mourning his bodhisattva (but not the temple)! You're unhappy enough!

You're getting low on hurdles to happiness, me.

In order for me to "not be unhappy" to interact more with Isaac, I wonder which one is the prodigal...

I read the letter.

I asked for a little favor, and I brought lots of rare fruits, so can I interrupt?

I had trouble judging and talked to Stannis, your father's squire.

In this case, talking to your mother is going to be rejected without question, and if you talk to your father, ask Stannis, so I saved you the trouble because it should be.

"What do you think I should do?

"I'm surprised your daughter and Kirchner's son were friends. Oh, please, sir, I have a letter to greet you."

The samurai and the escort and our all-purpose servant Stannis, who does everything, opened the letter and let light brown eyes shine, saying with emotion.

"You're not my friend.... yet."

"Is it possible to be?

What do you think?

I don't even feel like we could be friends, but I'm just a little scared of Isaac. than Vincent, who has evil feelings for me.

I don't know what you're thinking.

"Wouldn't it be rude to ask a man at Lady's house in the first place?"

"Ma'am, you don't have to worry about kids like that."

Stannis, excuse me.

But the taboo of Cardina's relationship between men and women is looser than the image she had in her previous life.

Even the great aristocrats divorce and remarry for good, and the noble daughter is supposed to be clean until she marries, but to the extent that even if she had a lover in the past, she would be frowned upon, she would not be chased after her status.

Otherwise, shouldn't the princess, who was old enough to say she was, be allowed to refrain from all the opposite sex around her?

Stannis smiled, regardless of whether we could be friends.

"I think it would be nice for a lady to meet all kinds of people."

"Not just the Henriks, right?

Stannis laughed, yeah.

Stannis, who serves his father from childhood, is also worried about his only daughter, Remilia, and is particularly concerned about Remilia's narrow interactions.

Speaking of my friends, it's all about my cousin and his roundabout of voter thought.

You want me to look at other relationships, too.

"Ladies these days are too conjectural and troublesome"

I laughed and deceived because Stannis had become a tea. If you add Remilia's share, the contents will be older than yours...

"But it doesn't say what you want. What if it's impossible?"

"My husband will refuse you properly then."

Yeah, in that case, Stannis would say no instead of "sir," though.

"They say Isaac will come with his brother, but you know what he's like?

"You've heard of excellence in both your brothers. You think Baron Kirchner is proud of you?"

Isaac's brother.

I wonder if they look alike? Brother very similar to Isaac...... I imagined a diagram lined up by militant brothers. I don't know if I'm doing it like karate, Isaac.

On the day the two brothers visited the mansion, at the Vaza family, all three parents and children welcomed the two.

Very, very rare.

Your mother is full of responses even when Her Majesty's protégé visits, and your father doesn't like others entering the mansion in the first place.

Today, hey, I guess you two couldn't do it because your daughter's friend "seems to be" here...

Isaac's brother, Dominic bowed his head deeply in awe of the welcome of the Duke and his wife.