The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

As she fluttered after breakfast, Singh, who was with Vincent and Marianne, asked me to go see Hannah.

Yeah, I'm going!

Sin noticed my hair and told me you were cute, so I can light it up a bit.

Then, Sin...

"The color of Remilia's hair is the color of egg roasting."

And he praised me.

"Thank you, thank you..."

I was about to get stuck. Yaki egg...................

Sylvia calls me, chick, maybe I associate it with you, but is that it, is it degenerative...?

As I smile, Vincent turns to his side and smiles. I think you should laugh!?

"Remilia, what's that?

Sin stared at the notebook I had in my hand.

"Because of this, I thought I'd do a sketch,"

Grasshoppers and buildings in the north are rare to me.

I don't know when I'll be able to come back again, so I wanted to draw it all up, in memories of my journey.

"Do you have such a hobby for Master Remilia?

Marianne says in surprise.

I wonder if it's surprising. I leaned my neck.

"My hobby is reading and painting."

"Heh."

I raised an unexpected voice to Vincent.

Maybe I like to paint a hobby that I took over from my previous life. I think I should say poetry readings and music like a lady, but I can lie, so I told you honestly.

As for the preference of the noble lady, Sebastian, a butler who, although not a very common lesson, saw that I, a toddler, liked painting and would be reprimanded by my mother if I did fall on the floor or the wall, said to her mother, "Speaking of which, Master Mateusz is a hobbyist for photography, and Master Remilia has that talent…", so once a week, but the painting teacher is coming to me because he does not know if it is true or not.

I don't have any brothers, and I don't have any friends other than those surrounded by loneliness. There's no limit to what a child can immerse himself in?

"Can I see it?

I let my gaze swim a little because I was asked.

"There's a good part and a bad part...... because some of them didn't draw very well"

I don't mind flowers or landscapes at all. I don't care if they see my family's face or anything.

The trouble is my hobby - it's a page I drew assuming an illustration of my favorite book.

I always liked to paint before I got my memories back. I wonder what the characters look like when I read your favorite book, or what the clothes look like. Praise Stannis for being paranoid? I got it though. It's fun and I can't stop.

Cardina's story doesn't have the concept of "illustration," which I couldn't help but wonder at childhood, but now I know, that's normal in this world.

It's the business of the last world to want an illustration.

"Go ahead."

When I showed, well, well done there, I think, the rose and the dragon's - Hannah's sleeping figure - the three of them peered in and simultaneously said, "Oh."

What do you say, it's pretty good, huh? For ten years old.

"You're really good."

Marianne praised me frankly, so I thanked her. "Since I was a little girl - this is all I've been doing"

"Surprised. You're good."

Vincent gives me a rare compliment.

"Remilia, you can be a painter."

Sin laughed fluently, so I'm laughed at too. Vincent laughed bitterly at that. I wonder if the Vazas paint.

Right. Once I mention that, around Aunt Catagina, I'll get in the mansion and burn all my sketchbooks.

"I admire it, but I, I don't think painting is very suitable"

"Oh, why not?

Marianne asks strangely.

Oh, there's a rare conversation going back and forth with Marianne.

"I'm good at photography, but I don't like oil paintings."

Oil paintings dominate paintings in this country.

"Really?

"As I apply it, I overlap the colors under this too, let alone I don't know the prototype..."

I was so (myself) famous when I drew the lines!

and crying a few times in front of the finished product. The doctor specializes in oil painting, but for the time being, let's practice sketching, and he laughed in a frightened mood. I'd like to learn watercolors.

"What about this page?

And, Sin. Vincent peeks into this, too.

There, a rough dressed boy - and a huge human rabbit in a black vest - are depicted, stuck to his forehead and forehead. Whoa! That.

"Right, no!! You can't do that!

When I screamed, Singh closed the sketchbook as Bikuk. Wow, they saw me!

"- Oh, I'm sorry. Was that where you shouldn't have seen it?

It hurts my heart to be soggy. Wow. I didn't say I shouldn't.

"... no! Because it wasn't like showing people!!

Because I'm bad! And as I was visibly wolfish, Vincent said a little compared to me and Singh.

"Prince of Kepelburg"

I hate guessy kids. Ooh!! I felt like screaming and staring at my face.

Marianne looks at me with a very surprised face for some reason. Look at Marianne. He asked me to take another look. Oh, cute......

"Ki, because I just drew it on a whim"

"I love that story. Remilia, shouldn't we look at it again? Mr. Rabbit, do you like him? Isn't she cute?"

"I don't care what you call a motif in particular..."

"Next to the rabbit is the main character, right? I can tell because he was carrying a bow on his shoulder. - Hey, just a little more, shouldn't we?

If you ask me to tilt my little neck cutely, I just have to admit it.

"So, can you not tell anyone?

That's just a hobby I don't want you to know.

I looked over at the three of them. On behalf of Sin nods.

"To His Highness Francesca, and to Isaac. Don't tell me?"

Singh nodded overlapping, not saying.

"That,... even to Henrik"

"I don't like to talk about it."

Vincent shrugged. - Right!

I can't help being seen. I explained.

"I" living in Kepelburg is a boy who lost his parents and lives alone.

One day, by the devil's curse, my heart is broken into five pieces. Lost heart, "I" embarks on an unparalleled journey in search of a broken heart with Mari, the rabbit who lives next door.

Traveling, the story begins with a volume of "Me" and the rabbit Mari meet a variety of people on the way to visit, and the emotions that have become crystals in it unfold by hand again. Up to five volumes of anger, joy, sadness and love are published, and later, just wait for the final volume of "Loneliness" to be published -.

The graffiti I drew is two volumes of joy, a scene I love about.

Rejoicing, "I" hit my partner Mari in the forehead - say.

"Mari, the joy is back in me. I'm happy to see you, my heart is pounding - I forgot. This is the joy!

That.

It's a book recommended by my Aunt Yoanna, who loves to read, but it's too funny, and I've already read it with enough momentum to sleep at night.

Even though I was up all night, the next day I was over-headed and dreamed of going on as I roamed the rose garden without getting any sleepy.

My father just worried me, "Is my daughter's head okay?" When I first read it, it took me about ten days to come back to the world over here.

Fairies the protagonists meet, horrible wizards with crooked noses, smart sloppy dwarves, joke-loving dragons, old knights of loneliness.

Everybody's attractive, but most importantly, Mari's cute.

A little busy, Mari the rabbit girl. You dress like a boy, and when I get pouty on a beautiful woman (Himesama), I get puffy and angry with Mari. When you're happy or out in front of something delicious, Mari makes you wiggle a hick and a mustache -.

"Yoanna has a book club in her hobby. At twilight last year, the author Amir came as a guest..."

Marianne tingled and reacted. That, did you want to come? You should have called me, Ugh.

Master Amir was young against expectations and felt calm. You read the beginning part for the kids - did people who write books read well, as if they were actors, and even though they knew how it ended, they were so scared that they were going to scream unexpectedly in a scene where the devil broke my heart.

I told him to squeeze it out, awesome, I like that story.

"I liked it so much, I painted it," he said.

Vincent tells me, and I snort. She praised my rabbit when Singh said, "... I'm sure if I were really there, it would be like this, Mari". Looks like all three of them knew the story without me having to explain it. No one has read that the surrounding aristocratic children are stories for ordinary people.

Henrik, recommended by Master Yoanna, was reasonably funny, and all this had an opinion with me.

I thought of it and said.

"Marianne seems a little Marie."

Marianne looked at me with beautiful eyes.

"Same goes for your name, you have the same coloured eyes as Mr. Rabbit, and where he's dressed as a man -"

"Stop."

He had a strong voice, so I freaked out.

"I hate this story. I hate it."

"Huh?"

"It's childish, bullshit."

Wrinkles lean between Marianne's eyebrows.

When I glanced at my drawn rabbit, I said in strong shape.

"Mostly - why are rabbits talking? Why do you live in a human village? Why are you traveling with me for your neighbor? Impossible -. My heart will be crushed into five? - I'll die before then. Did you know that if they pierce your heart, you will die?"

"Well, that's a story"

Marianne, Vincent said, but she doesn't realize.

I don't know what was her switch, but - she was angry.

"- How can you be obsessed with these dream stories? What do you want? - Like children's play, even paint -! The author's a book club for kids? This is a stupid, ridiculous gathering!

All at once, Marianne seemed to give it back to me.

Hold your mouth as a hack.

"Me -" pale hands on my mouth.

"What's wrong?"

I said I was a little hungry. I regret that they made fun of the painting, but I'm sad that they told me a story I love - like garbage. In a trembling voice, I said.

"Nothing, - I didn't recommend it to you. I just said I like this story! Great story, 'cause I just shared my thoughts. - It's none of my business that you don't like this. Don't put anything I like in front of me, you rude bastard!

Giggling, Marianne bit her lip.

Sin, who looked at me, told Marianne that it was in a gentle but clear tone.

"Marianne is totally bad. Remilia showed us her precious treasure."

That's right! And I moved on to look at Marianne, and I was a little giddy.

Are you crying? Oh, that's about it, Marianne!?

Even though she's always so calm that she hates it. When Marianne blushes, she almost sneezes and looks back.

Sin, sighing, apologized to me. It's my fault, blurry.

"I'm sorry. You made Remilia feel bad that you didn't have to because you said something unnecessary that I wanted you to see."

"... no"

"I like Remilia's paintings. Kind. Thanks for showing me."

The smiling face was like "I," and it was soggy.

Unconsciously, I feel like I was imitating Sin's smile. I, Marianne, say no to us, and Singh leaves. Like 'me' chasing Mali.

... Why did Marianne seem so sad?

As I stood up without knowing why, Vincent sighed a little and pointed at my sketchbook.

"... can I see it again?"

"Go ahead, it's a kid's game."

If you're a little stubborn, why don't you just say Vincent's a kid? And I laughed.

Mari and I opened the "I" page, turned one sheet, and narrowed our eyes.

"What's on the white horse with the good clothes, the lonely old knight Goriki? This is wearing an ice crown, so I guess Princess Xcel Pakda. This is a golden dragon coo from Drunk Valley - I can't believe it's a rolling bottle... Princess, where did you see this?"

"Yes, sneak into the kitchen."

Right, Vincent laughed.

"- Who knows exactly who it is?

He affirmed, "All, I know," when I asked him terribly. Vincent seems to remember that "I" looks like someone else, but doesn't forget the taste.

I got a little happy and pulled in a tear that almost came out.

"... I've met Lady Amir, too"

"Really?!

"I like Princess Francesca, this story"

"Eh!

I'm a little surprised. Um, does grown up Francesca also enjoy stories for children?

When I hear that what I like is the same, I wonder because my intimacy boils as soon as possible.

"I met her when a volume had just been published and asked Lady Amir - at the end of the volume, there was a list to be published, so I asked her. I wonder why the theme of the final volume is loneliness. Normally, isn't it love?"

"Sure, that's right. … why in that order"

I didn't even think about it, but at the end of the day, love, I feel like a happier end. If the last one is lonely, - I don't like the sad way it ends.

"Lady Amir said, 'If you don't know love, you don't know loneliness.'"

"Well."

I don't know, but it's like deep. I remember Lady Amir's thoughtful side.

"Marianne's, it's my uncle."

Vincent said pompous looking at me.

"Huh?"

"Dear Emile Heitman, Marianne's, your mother's brother, is the author of this story."

"Yeah, yeah."