Theseus' medicine worked on the surface (tempestuous).
Vincent, who was like a ship ghost, had even recovered the next afternoon so that he could talk, even though he fluttered a little on the deck.
In the end, it seems that Theseus guided Vincent and Hannah through their physical condition and the two Dragon tribes decided to stay on our ship for a while.
"Thank you, thank you"
To Vincent, thanking him with a pale face, Theseus included telling him not to take too much. Because it's a strong medicine, you don't recommend it all the time?
"Are you okay now?
Sin asks Vincent worried. Speaking of the original, you were brought here by Sin's very own people.
"Much.... it was a bad idea to think seasickness was okay because it was a big ship. But... fluffy, do"
Sure, the look on Vincent's face, usually pitiful, and so on, is somewhat blurred.
It's a side effect of the medicine, Theseus laughed lightly and gave the wrap to Vincent.
"Let me give you some. It makes you sleepy, so be careful when using it."
"I'm sorry"
As I watched the two of them, I shrugged, as Sin was sorry.
"Sorry, Vince. I was forced to bring him in. Next time I run away for a sailing trip, I'll take Fran out."
Stop it.
That's even more misplaced, Master Singh!
He thought the same thing I did. Vincent held his head.
"Don't bother around too much"
"Haaay."
Theseus pokes Singh's head small.
"But it's good to have you running away from home this time. I met Theseus."
"... the more you run away from home"
"But even Theseus, it was nice to see me, wasn't it?
Singh fulfilled his expectations, and Theseus, as troubled, the two half-longs looked at each other and laughed horribly - compared to
"What!"
"Sweet sides, sora!
With a short voice, Isaac's legs are paid and he falls like no other.
This dragon clan has no atmosphere whatsoever.
At the stern, Isaac had Yen do his archery.
You're a martial arts fool, Isaac. I don't know anything about martial arts, but I kind of know Yen is strong.
Even Isaac moves very fast.
(Ooh, disoriented, strutting your wrist, spinning and kicking! Spare me... I'm not. lightly avoided)
Yen, however, stops Isaac's attack with one useless move and flushes the baby's hand as easily as it twists.
Isaac's attack from earlier, I don't suppose he ever blurred it.
"Lady."
"What? Stannis."
Right there, go! And when I support Isaac in my heart, Stannis on the tannic side tempts me.
"How about a lady eagerly watching the strife between the lords?"
"Because something interesting. Okay, Isaac's got motor nerves."
"I don't suppose your lady needs it."
I don't know.
Exercise of the Lady... Don't you need a motor nerve to dance?
I have a crowded dance arm. I wish I could dance a little lighter. You missed complicated steps in the dance archery and fell, disappointed by your mother, before this.
My mother is a dancer. Since I have a good posture from time to time, the movement is hammered out perfectly.
Although parents rarely dance together in public, if two tall people dance, they are noticeable and gorgeous, and the sight of the field naturally gathers.
I'm not a very close parent, but the two dancing are beautiful, and that's all I'm a little proud of.
Looking at the side of the loud samurai, I remembered, ah.
"Speaking of which, Stannis must have been in the army a long time ago. Are you strong?"
"What is it, suddenly"
"Isaac said. Stannis is famous."
The Vazas' squire affirms my words with such an unpleasant face.
"Indeed, in the will of your predecessors, you left your place in the army. Then the clever poor became a person (aha), and accidentally a lot of things stood out. It wasn't really my place to work."
"Really?
"It's pacifism, so every dispute is a bit"
Uh, really? I doubt it.
I'm glad you're putting people on, Stannis.
At the edge of his sight, Isaac and Yen at rest are bickering.
The Dragons saw this one.
"Lady."
"-! Yes!?
When he was called, Yen turned to me and came.
Somehow, this little scary guy treats me like I'm a very little girl.
How many do you think I am, this guy?
He may be seen below his real age because he is short.
I could see Stannis looking like he'd stopped, but lost his curiosity, I approached Yen.
"Yes, what is it"
I come close on a small run and look up at the tall guy.
"Can I borrow your daughter's squire from Isaac's counterpart?
"Yes?"
It was Stannis, not me, who raised his voice.
Stannis is about to sue me for something with his eyes. I saw Stannis and Yen alternately.
Stared at Stannis' thin tea eyes and Yen's golden eyes,...... I sold Stannis lightly.
"Ha! Go ahead, Master Yen"
"... lady..."
That's good, Stannis. Lending it won't reduce it.
Yen said to Stannis, "If you were in the army, you'd deal with the boy. I'm tired of it," he tells Stannis. Our conversation, did you hear it, it's good to hear.
Isaac rejoices that his opponent has been made, and Stannis, by contrast, is a bitter face.
But I had no objection to whether I feared the Dragons or whether I thought it was a bad idea to refuse the Baron's second son's invitation.
"Ma'am, I'll take a look. Come on, let's go"
Reached out and winked with tea glare.
Ugh, a little scary, but cool.
Caught in the charm of a bad adult, I reached out fluffy.
"Over there, let's talk, princess," Yen laughed, kneeling in a playful manner at me, thanking the knight.
This kind of behavior is disgusting, too.
Yen, who made Theseus have tea, was in a really good mood to "talk" to me.
About the West, about the white dragon he's carrying, about the lives of the witches in the North Forest who often come and go, and about the East Country. You never told me how old I was, how old I was, how secret I was.
"I don't want my grandfather to hate me."
Don't hate it. It's so cool.
Yen is hard to get close to, he looks like someone who doesn't like kids, but he's in a good mood, and he's been affectionately attached to me for a long time.
What's so popular with Wang Du, etc. How about His Majesty Beatrice's ball, or with his father's rose breed? That's what I heard, and Theseus was on my side, a wind that made me laugh bitterly.
"Does your daughter like dragons?"
"Yes, because it's a cute thing"
"Are you interested because there's a guy nearby who draws dragon blood?
I can point my gaze at Yen like I would explore.
I saw Chirali and Sin looking for Vincent and a glowing fish on the river surface a little further away.
"I'm not close to Master Singh, but it's amazing."
Yen laughed bitterly when I talked about Sin manipulating the bird.
"I don't have the power to be like him either. Boy, that's against the rules."
"Really?
Speaking of which, Francesca said the same thing.
"I know about what animals are feeling, but manipulating them.... maybe it's because I'm not pure blood in the first place"
Yeah!? I was surprised, I saw Yen.
"You have such beautiful eyes?
I wondered if the golden without deception was a testament to the dragon clan. When I was surprised, Yen narrowed his eyes.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Okay, okay, I'm tickled to be able to stroke my head, and I kind of twist myself around.
"My grandfather is human."
Yeah, it's a quarter.
"If it was pure blood, you wouldn't be able to play outside so grandiose. The chief can't complain about anything I do."
I remembered the code of "no need to interact with dragon people" (I don't know if there is such an adage).
Mm-hmm. Is it tough after all? The Dragon Clan Code.
"Just because you are a Dragon Nation doesn't mean you are strong, and the Half Dragon Nation is more likely to have alien powers.... the dragon tribe mix I know was not even half dragon tribe but only so many sword arms I don't think are human"
Not as good as I am, but I laugh.
"Is that person golden with one eye, too?
"No? He just looked like a poor kid with a bad eye."
As we talked in, Singh ran over here. Look at me and Yen and invite me.
"Remilia, come here. A rare fish is jumping."
"Huh? But"
"... fine, come on. See you later, young lady."
Yen stroked my head again, so I enjoyed the pleasant feeling before following Singh.
"A rare fish, where is it?
"Look, over there... I don't think I see it anymore"
"Really? Too bad"
"Fish...? Were you there?
Looking strangely at the river, Vincent squeaks.
Singh laughed and said, I, I have good eyes.
You invited me to the fringe, and Sin goes back to Theseus' side to see what he thought.
Left with Vincent, I was a little confused.
"Um, Master Yunker. Are you feeling okay now?
"Oh, maybe"
I'm saying it's okay, but Vincent's eyes are like those of a child before he goes to sleep.
"Master Vincent, do you know the two of you?
If you look at the three Dragon tribes I'm talking to, Vincent denies it.
Vincent's adoptive father, Sir Yunker, should also be from the north, but he doesn't seem to know anything about it.
"I've never been to the north much. I don't know if this is the first time I've seen a dragon clan or a witch..."
Because it's blurry, or today, I don't feel much hostility from Vincent.
Will you always take that medicine when you meet with me?
"I hope we get to Merger soon and get there by land"
"Have you ever been to Merger? It's Vaza territory, isn't it?
"It's my aunt's Catagina territory, so I don't know her very well. This is my first visit."
My father hates my Aunt Catagina, who drowns him, so he never goes.
"... When we get to Merger, I guess me and Singh should be excused. I don't think Catagina would welcome you."
It was more monologue than monologue to me, but I nodded.
"My aunt is a very difficult person."
That's right. The current royal dislike on Aunt Catagina is famous.
What a harassment of His Majesty's nephew and belly-hearted son. I often hate Your Majesty so grandly that my aunt can't help it. Your Majesty, though you may just feel it's a howl that's not enough to take.
"Aren't you close to Master Catagina and the Duke?"
I answered Vincent's question honestly, though I was not sure how to answer it.
"To my aunt, I've never seen my smiling father..."
"Really?"
In the first place, my father hates you sisters.
My late grandfather, Lady Mateusz, and the father of the living copies, my aunt wants a shadow, but that doesn't bother me.
Says
"Even if you're stacked with a stranger."
Apparently. No servings either.
From what I hear, Mateusz, your grandfather was a smart, gentle, carefree man.
My father is a very bad, unhealthy image.
Actually, I don't have one cold. Stannis said, "Isn't your husband distant from his illness, too?" []/(v5r, vi) (uk) to have/to have/to have/
"My father and Aunt Catagina are years apart, and maybe the only ones who are cordial with my father are Aunt Yoanna"
Is Yoanna, the sister just above your father, really that distressed sister brother's blood? and he is soothing and refreshing enough to doubt his birth.
It's plus or minus zero because my son Henrik is the Top of the Fool. Father only treats Aunt Yoanna like a normal sister and brother.
"Dear Yoanna... Oh, Henrik's mother"
Danger seeps into Vincent's voice.
"Yeah, Henrik's..."
As I said, I was a little stuck in words. The other day, my cousin Henrik reminded me of Vincent's skin tone, which he had crossed with exotic people. I, too, would be guilty of the same in Vincent because I listen to it without blaming it.
The atmosphere hardened once and for all, although I was able to speak soothingly with Vincent uncommonly. Ah.
"The other day..."
Vincent blocked me from trying to utter words of apology.
"Exotic? Good, I'm used to it."
And he narrowed his eyes,
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
"Right."
... are you used to it?
I guess that doesn't mean I don't care. I also felt kind of timid to apologize, and I shut up a bit.
"... I don't think Henrik provokes Yunker because he thinks Yunker is an exotic or because he's Sir Yunker's son."
Vincent looks here silently.
"One thing, because Master Yunker has nothing to beat. It's sweet, it's a winner."
Even though Vincent is two on top, they are the same generation of opposing factions, so I can really compare them. Moreover, Henrik, whose old royal blood is thick, and Vincent, who is clearly not of aristocratic origin, are interesting material for the field, I guess, as a comparable object.
Even Henrik can't be bad.
But when I realize that I won't be rivalled by Yunker or Isaac where I tried, I just give up.
If you don't stand on the same field, you won't lose.
Aunt Yoanna just laughed sadly, troubled, for some reason, without blaming it.
"That's an excuse."
To my defense, Vincent is cold.
"If you don't want to lose, you just have to try, it's silly"
It's tough.
I was right, and I looked at the river again.
It's like the sea.
When you squirm, Vincent won't have seen it, and calmly returns it.
Right, Remilia, no.
"… Do you have a look at the sea from now on?"
"... you can go anywhere you want"
I don't know, I laughed.
Reminds me of your father's dialogue, which I told the Kirchner brothers away.
"'Neither am I, because I am not in a position to be welcomed away'"
Vincent held his breath next to me.
Father, me, and then Henrik, who goes where and with whom, perhaps, His Majesty's subjects should be constantly watching.
And maybe Lord Yunker cares the most.
Even if they don't feel like it, the old royal family will be 'easy' to do on the spark. I'm still a woman, and I guess it's better.
That's why I enjoy traveling like this.
"... the sea is no different than the river. It's just wide. It's salty lake."
It doesn't seem like a good idea for Vincent to say, but I, well, laughed.