The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

[Game Chapter 3]

Isar Cruit Match in front of you

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In a farce played out in front of him, Remilia, the Lady of the Vaza family, narrowed her water-colored eyes. The match in front of you was held at a ceremony to celebrate the birthday of Queen Beatrice. The finals were about to begin, exactly now on the playing field.

"The son of Kirchner and the dragon prince. Stupid thing. It's not like it was decided from the beginning. They're both Beatrice's favorites!

Next to Remilia, my aunt Catagina blurs. Joanna understated that it was His Majesty's birthday.

Remilia looked at the two young men, without agreeing or disagreeing with her two aunts. Singh prevailed in the Lower Horse Review. That, I guess. He is a half dragon tribe, and no matter how good a young man Isaac is at martial arts, he is just not the right match for a man to win.

Henrik, his cousin, who plans to have a ceremony with Remilia next month, is not interested, and left early.

Anyway, I laugh with my nose.

With the Baron's widow, he would be in a fight, too. Featuring red lips, she was Henrik's second or third favorite these days.

At first, the voice of, and the two pull out their swords. A metal noise echoed in the dry sky and the venue burst out.

My neighbor's father takes his seat boringly. My aunt made a sweet voice like the owner who put the cat in front of her. "Oh, Leshek, are you leaving now?" he said, spitting away in his heart, and Remilia also asked his father's icy side.

"Father."

"I'm tired of it - Remilia. I'll take care of the rest. Say hello to your majesty."

To my daughter, who speaks up, I do not even give her gaze, I command her.

Remilia mocked herself for her boiling loneliness. Isn't it usual? I know by the way that my father only disgusts my clan - even my daughter. And yet, why are you still discouraged by my father's cold demeanor?

Yes, he nodded in a special victory - depressingly rested on his father and only wanted to avoid being able to turn a cold gaze (bump) like his aunt - Remilia glanced back at the game.

Under my eyes, I am moving to say that the two young people are not amused.

On the other scene, Beatrice and - just glowing - there was a beautiful Princess Francesca, and I could see her cheering for the game between the two for fun. Next to Remilia, a whimper that only poisons the aunts, not even following the match's whereabouts, searching for the two coarse, is making them overwhelmed with ears.

Remilia bit her lips.

All shaped greetings to Beatrice, my father and aunt are ill and rudely returned first to the celebratory seat, an obvious lie.

Queen Beatrice blinked her incredible eyes, which looked both blue and purple, to her great astonishment.

"Well, that's tough. Isn't it a bad disease that's endemic to the Vazas? Let me give you a tour as you send it. … call Vincent"

Listening to the voice commanding the woman who was on her side, Remilia bowed her head in the mood for tongue-beating. "I thank His Majesty for his generosity". I predicted that Beatrice would suffer from an inquiry, but more importantly, I think Yunker's adopted son.

I don't want to see you off to a secretly scorching sin.

Even if I was just seen as his knight today, I felt my heart float. This will be the last time I see him before I marry him.

Blue suits him, very. The last time I could be a daughter, I was happy just to make sure it was trivial.

I went down to the garden tonight and Remilia was thinking about at least decorating the bedroom with blue flowers. Anyway, no one realizes what it means, etc.

In the first place, in that cold mansion, who cares about the movement of Remilia's mind?

At least, if it's Kirchner's second son who sends Remilia, good. Isaac Kirchner is out of Takemen, but he doesn't look good and is a fine caring man. I won't say anything extra, and perhaps a sympathy similar to pity for the doomed clan - not even the Remilian counterpart breaks his moderate attitude.

He will not come here today, however.

By now she will have been blessed by her fiancée, Princess Francesca, for being the winner of your previous match. Francesca imagines how comfortable it would be for her beloved man to win the match in front of you, - and even win the half dragon cousin.

And I, and Remilia, in the earliest and most amusing comfort, went out among kings. A tall young man waited only with a grin on his mouth about when he came. He is graceful and gracious.

Behind the scenes, where there's a happy Francesca, I'm alone in a dark carriage with a man who hates me wholeheartedly and hates me wholeheartedly.

(Sounds nice. All the way to the mansion, I can feel guilty)

If he arrives at the mansion, he will, as the queen's deputy, blame the rude clan in cold blood.

After he left, Remilia must have been subjected to Catagina's reprimand for his father's sigh of disappointment and why he had brought such exotics back to the mansion.

(Though I deserve it, I'm always unlucky)

Why do you always sigh when Francesca is happy that she is miserable?

On light black skin, Sir Yunker's adopted son, with green eyes, put the fragrant glossy look of the western kingdom exactly in Cardina's costume and said with disgust, "Come here, Duchess Vaza (...). I'll send it to you," he said.

"I'm still the Duke's Lady (...), Master Yunker"

In the next generation, the Vaza family is downgraded from Duke to Candidate. Yunker is rubbing it on Remilia.

I guess it's because I know she's the only woman who's stuck with the Duke's house.

"Oh, did I? I haven't received any wedding invitations, so I was wondering if the ceremony was over yet."

I also suffer from a light mouth I am used to hearing today.

There's no way to call it a ceremony.

Consider that there is no benefit in spelling out the numerous disgusts this man has told me and making it into a single book. If you sell it to the anti-yunker nobles as a dish of liquor, you might make money.

Though Yunker may have appealed to the Church of the Nation by acknowledging (having) Yunker, from a very young age, the many curses he received from Remilia and Henrik - mainly because it was not his own cause, a discriminatory insult - in a streamlined document.

Buying the Queen's wrath is due to the loss of courtesy by the clan.

Yunker hates Remilia because of his deeds to him that he has piled up from an early age.

I knew that, but I didn't want to repent now.

The gear is finally accelerating toward the demise of the clan. Now, when I asked my conscience, etc., what would it be?

"The ceremony is next month."

I'll give it to you if I have any extra invitations, Remilia thought, saying a dialogue that I don't even have in mind. Yes, the ceremony is still next month. I'm not married yet, I'm still a maiden.

Yunker distorted his lips, as if he had read Remilia's thoughts.

"Dear Henrik and Remilia. You two look better than this - much better than Master Singh."

In Yunker's lurking tone, Remilia silently looked out onto the view of the carriage. There is just a quiet night of darkness.

I think of him in blue as I photograph today's game in the back of my brain.

I've never told anyone, I'm not going to, it was just one beautiful thing in the emotions that Remilia had.

- There is no such thing as being trampled and vandalized by a man like that.

I wish I could have handled the sword, too, with my expression frozen, I think blurry. That way, we can slaughter and dump this rude exotic here.

Would it at least speed up the end of this shady farce? The glass embedded in the carriage window showed the face of a woman with a terribly miserable face.

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"- Hey, the wedding is postponed -!!

I woke up screaming with cocktails and chickens roaring.

Hino, Hino, half-hearted in shallow breath, he made a sound, and the door opened, and the samurai - my, not, Kirchner family samurai - said, "What is it?" He rushed to me.

I opened my eyes, holding my chest down, and I gasped, okay.

"Yes, I had a bad dream."

I was scared! When I'm moisturizing my eyes, okay, and the samurai slaps me on the back easily.

"You must have tired me on a long journey I'm not used to, I'm fine now. I gave it away from a dream."

The samurai, who would be over forty years old, felt so sympathetic to me. It's a beautiful day, so the scary thing is, forget it, and when you care about me, you start to support me in the morning. Thank you, and I sighed again.

(I had a bad dream!... Long time no see, Remilia's dream)

Francesca and Isaac fall in love in front of the route (main event), Isaac wins, dreams.

It's an act of Rose Garden, the maiden game I've been into in my previous life.

Of course, I (Remilia) am a sidekick, so I don't know "I" until what happened behind the route where Isaac and Francesca grow love. But the feel was real, and I was really scared.

(... Henrik has been cheating on you since before marriage, and Vincent, are you a hero! He's a tough villain, his father is cold and Stannis is not here, his aunt is there, His Majesty is scared... and Remilia is sick of that one too...)

Whatever it is, I don't like the future that makes me feel so lonely, and I get a deep sigh.

I'll be a good boy. God. I don't even dispute with the royal family. So, please, don't be too unhappy.

If you are a little unhappy, I will endure it, and prayed to you, and told me that Ursula, the samurai, can change her dreams.

"When you have a bad dream, write it on paper and burn it."

"Burn it?

"Deliver it to the sky and ask God in the sky, don't let it become a reality," he said!

"Sora's, God"

You're not the god of the National Church, are you? Ursula smiled as I tilted my neck.

"The North, I can't say it out loud, but there are all kinds of gods out there."

Ursula would be pissed off if she told this story to the noble lady, but she prefaced and told me about the Northern god - the goddess the witches believe in and their children.

We arrived three days ago in the north, outside Baron Kirchner's territory, away.

Later we just wait for Hannah to lay eggs, and so on.

Ursula is a samurai who takes care of me in this mansion. The Kirchner brothers talked intimately, so maybe he's a long-time worker.

Normally people downstairs don't talk to guests from themselves, and only allowed servants appear before us in Vaza's mansion.

I guess Stannis told me that Ursula followed me, although Dominic was sneaking up on Stannis to make sure that it was Kirchner's mansion servant's flush, would it be okay?

She was a good speaker and an intelligent person.

I laugh because my grandmother, who came to marry me from the East, told me all sorts of things in her bedtime story. "They say she's an unusual woman, so don't think of all the Northerners like me," he said.

"I can't tell you about anyone else, but I want a dragon, and I can't believe Remilia's an unusual young lady."

It seems that Dominic has only explained to the baroness that he has a connection to the house, and has only told the butler and the head of the use of the mansion.

Only the localities of the previous kings are not very popular in the north (Vazas), even if they reveal their identities. So Ursula must think of me as Baron's relative's, weird daughter.

"Nevertheless, the lady's hair is beautiful. Like honey."

Ursula went like she was impressed as she put some of my crumbs on me. I'm glad the lady praised me, and I laugh. Ursula like that was just because of Eastern blood or the finesse of skin that I didn't think was past forty.

"Your eyes are empty. - You're like the princess of the Vazas."

Oh, in person. I can't say, so ugh, I laugh appropriately. Ursula said that I had seen my predecessor, the Duke of Vaza, up close.

You look just like your father, Mateusz! Ursula said nostalgically.

"For once, ask about the actions of the previous kings. I was just starting to serve the Baron's house - well, you didn't have blood on you, because you were white, and you were beautiful like a doll even though you were a man. All the maids in the mansion got pouty... The Duke looks just like him now. Do you know if the young lady is in the capital?"

Yeah, I know. I don't have a look like a doll, but only when I'm pruning roses, I'm smiling, I know if you're a strange person in work clothes.

The knowledgeable Ursula continued her words.

"Well, my lord is only interested in roses now, he seems to have changed."

This is where the Duke of Roses (Bulbotta) gets his bad reviews. I defended my father only a little bit.

"Rose, it's beautiful, and although I like it..."

"But you can't eat, can you? You can't help but make a lot of them, do you sell them?

I'm saying the same thing as Isaac. That's Northerners who value pragmatism.

Yes, it was beautifully done, and Ursula made me stand in front of the mirror.

I usually stroke the hair I tie up nicely, flush it on my back, and put on a big fat ribbon.

Fresh! As nasty dreams lied, I left the room with a wuss.