The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Didn't you know?

and Vincent smiled bitterly.

"It's kind of a famous story. Viscount Heightman's second son, who was asked to come to the top of the army, left the army to write a book for children. My father had his head."

Lady Amir, were you a military man? He seemed kind and didn't look very much like an army official......

"You anonymously put out a roll, you sold it, didn't you? That's what the army knows. - Don't give me anything ridiculous, he said it was a problem at the top. So quit the army. I guess that's not the only reason I'm retiring."

The publisher said they didn't like to be stared at by the military, even though the volume sold well.

Without funds, I can't give out books.

Once in a while, the folks at home were optimistic that they would give up dreams that the son of the military gate called Fairy Tale Writer and others didn't deserve.

He used a handout (once) to treat it as a temporary leave of absence.

"Marianne also said. Amir will be back soon, so I'm not worried. It's a shame to publish, but you can do it again when you're great."

Vincent explains that he was a close uncle and niece.

However, she betrayed Marianne's expectations and offered assistance to Lady Amir, who was in distress.

Thanks to the Shinjitsu family, you think the serial issue could be published?

"Well, you know, some people do great things."

I feel bad for Marianne, but having that story buried is a huge loss to boys and girls living in Cardina. If I see you, I have to thank you!

When I was impressed, Vincent said, "Are you serious?," he shouted.

Hmm?

"It's the Duke."

"- Yes?"

"The Duke of Kalish is the identity of the Shinjitsu family"

"Your father!?

I shrugged. Oh, my God. My father!

It was strange, Vincent says.

"Why does the Duke support the publication of fairy tales? I didn't think you'd be interested, and, well, it was for you."

I shook my head at the windy Vincent I was convinced on my own.

"Maybe not."

That you assisted for me is a misunderstanding. My father is sweet to me, and neither Isaac nor Vincent are mistaken, but basically that guy is not interested in my self at all.

Besides, the time is different.

"It wasn't until two volumes came out that I started reading... Perhaps Aunt Yoanna asked my father to do it."

She suggested a book to me about a very interesting story, on Aunt Yoanna.

Even at the book club, Lady Amir and Aunt Yoanna seemed very intimate, so I'm sure they are.

"... Really?"

Vincent blinked.

"Aunt Yoanna is the one who doesn't do her parents a favor. I think my father would be helpful if it was just a favor from his aunt..."

To tell the truth, Aunt Catagina and three children from above Master Mateusz, Aunt Yoanna and Father Mother are different.

I know you have the affinity to say you're the only sister-in-law (maybe compatible), but Father, he's always kind to Aunt Yoanna.

"Henrik's mother. So, ladies and gentlemen, I know you're not making a good impression, but you're kind, really."

Speaking of which, there was some sort of support for the veterans. I may have known Master Amir on that edge as well.

- Aunt Yoanna, you're such a sweet and thoughtful person, but I guess a lot of my son's stupid behavior is left alone. A mystery.

But I sighed.

I found out why Marianne was angry.

"Marianne... my father supported my uncle... and continued to write..."

"With the support of the Duke, the military can't interfere with publishing either. I wasn't praised for interfering."

That's right.

"Dear Amir, I don't think I've even tried to stop by my parents' house in the last few years, but Marianne was so happy to be back late last year - but suddenly I couldn't come"

She contacted me because she was visiting her supporter's house.

I held my head in my heart. - It's my fault.

Who's a book club guest? And she asked me, "Aunt Yoanna, I want Lady Amir!" And I answered fine.

I didn't know the Vazas were the ones supporting the writers I admired, and I didn't think you'd really come, did you?

I smiled at Marianne for responding to the word book club with a little superiority, but, uh, I guess it looked awfully unpleasant.

"Your uncle broke his promise to you and came to my book club! Are you jealous?".

I didn't mean to...

I was wondering if we could talk intimately about what we liked about that story... just a little bit, I had expectations.

(Marianne hates me again, I'm sure)

It may have occurred to me that Marianne was much colder with me not only because she was an unfavorable old royal daughter, but also because she was a clan who instigated her uncle.

"... Whatever the circumstances, the attitude just now is that Marianne is bad. You just got eight wins."

Vincent closed the sketchbook and handed it to me. That's Yunker to be fair.

"Tell him to apologize. I don't even know what she's gonna do."

"... please tell him that I feel awkward instead, so don't worry about it. - Besides, even though I didn't know what you were doing, I asked Aunt Yoanna for Amir for a book club."

"It was Lady Amir who made the decision to go. It's not about you being sick."

I could not answer anything and looked in Marianne's departing direction.

"... Marie the rabbit really came from Marianne..."

Mari is a crybaby and angry, a little good at it, stylish and lonely.

I'm not close, so I don't know what kind of child Marianne is, but to Master Amir, I wonder if she looks that way. Originally, he wrote a story for Marianne, Vincent said.

The truth is, Marianne must love that story, too.

"Because Marianne's house is also a military gate. Lady Amir also congratulated the military secretary on her memories... and she must have been my proud uncle."

Even the popular fairy tale writer, though I think he's a proud uncle, unbeatable by the elite military.

- But it might be sad if I can't see my favorite uncle again because of that.

"How could..."

Vincent asked me to think about it.

"Yes?"

"Whatever your Highness Francesca is, is it a secret to Isaac, too?

Asked and I, um, think.

"You don't want Isaac to grasp your weaknesses"

"Weakness?"

"Isaac can do anything."

"... well, yeah"

Make it academic, make it swordsmanship, if you can do it individually, Vincent, Singh, or Henrik will be some of the better places.

But Isaac can't do anything in all directions.

Besides, I'm angry that I don't get attached to it and do it with a cool face. To be honest, I'm totally jealous.

"I'm sorry to hear all about my bad looks."

He's the second son of a baron, but he doesn't even suck at the princess.

On the other hand, I wish I could live with confidence in myself that way and with dignity. I regretted that Isaac would find out about my slightly unusual taste (although he wouldn't do anything stupid) when the vessel was small and I didn't like all things...

Isaac kind of sees all the weaknesses, and I want to keep it cool. Vincent cleverly raised a single eyebrow.

"That's a good hobby. I don't think I'd be a little embarrassed if I could just draw this."

I take a sigh of relief from the painting.

"Oh, the embarrassment is that you painted a picture of the story?

"... I can't really tell people that Vaza's daughter's hobby is delusional..."

When I made my eyebrows a letter to, haha, and Vincent blew out.

He smiled so refreshingly that he wouldn't have tried it for the first time.

I'm a little relieved.

Like last night's dream, Vincent isn't cold on me.

"I'm angry that I could do anything, I know that. Zach, there's basically nothing you can't do."

Vincent, but is that what you think?

"... keep it a secret, as ordered"

"Nice to meet you"

Rarely, where we made our covenant, the enemy general (Isaac) calls us from afar. I wonder what it is, Isaac came running out of breath.

"Vincent, Remilia!

When he comes to us, Isaac lays his hands on his knees, not like he was in such a hurry, and breathes with his mid back. It doesn't even look like Vincent. I'm sure he's surprised.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

"There it is!! - What about Sin and Marianne?

"... may have returned to the Mansion"

"Well, you two can do it later!

Isaac, who should always be floating, wanders - upset and excited.

When you look at me, you have a smile on your reddish cheek that you can't hold off on.

"Come on, Remilia, come on!

Oh, and I figured.

"Hey, hey!

Isaac shook his face wide and vertical.

Then, silently, hold my hand and Vincent's, swinging with the boom.

"Calm down, Isaac Kirchner"

I said it hurts, it hurts my swinging hands! and Vincent was dumb as a little trouble, but his mouth, too, is as broken as it was before he laughed out.

"I can't, Vincent Yunker!

'Cause Isaac screamed.

"Hannah's egg was born!

"I knew it!?

I cheered unexpectedly, too.

(Born,... my dragon!)