The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

There is one place to stop by, on the fourth day of the journey home, I and Stannis stepped into Cézan, the city north of the King's Capital.

In the city in front of one entering Cézan, Sandragon was to be turned back to the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce, so goodbye.

I don't miss you like Hannah, but you were a good listener, weren't you?

I wondered if he wouldn't bite me, and stroked my throat instead of saying goodbye with some fright, and the even simpler name Sandragon rubbed his head at me with regret because his eyes were blue.

Cézanne was a city covered with pale white, high walls.

I don't really like this heavy city surrounded by white and stone. Something that feels like heavy air.

Just south of the high walls that surrounded the city, there was a heavy gate up to the top of the walls, which looked down on visitors to the city.

The knights dressed tightly in white will be hot, dressed as cool faces and inspected for people entering and leaving the city.

Me and Stannis grabbed the carriage near the gate, and it didn't line up, but gently went through another aisle.

I guess he was in touch with the gatekeeper. I am greeted on my knees by two white knights waiting for me and their superior man.

The feeling of "I'm back in the King's Capital" springs up in a frivolous way.

"Thank you for waiting. Your Highness."

The superior officer's man still weaved a fine embroidered cape in white on his white based top and bottom clothes.

I am not your highness in the words of a sneer man, but I thought that denying it in this place would make things difficult, so I smile vaguely and thank you.

"Welcome, thank you, Cleric Jenna"

- Cleric.

The city here in Cézan is the main mountain of the national church in Cardina.

Protect the north of the king's capital, Cézan.

Eighty percent of the inhabitants make it a religious city called the Clergy, where the head of another authority of the Cardinal State resides.

I glanced through the glass window and glimpsed the building, which consisted of three white peaks, rising high in heaven.

The center of that white building is the chapel at the heart of the National Church.

I knew that inside it there was a small room where only priests and nobles were allowed to worship, and that at the bottom of it was arranged a beautiful sculpture of the Divine Dragon.

The national religion of Cardina celebrates the Divine Dragon - but its Divine Dragon is supposedly the ancestor of the Vaza royal family.

So even now that the dynasty has taken its place, the clergy of the National Church has some fanatics who worship the Vazas and the Dragons, like God.

Forty years ago, Cleric Jenna comes from the Viscount family, who was originally a direct minister of Vaza, so he turns his admirer-like gaze to me and to his father, who is extraordinarily faithful.

To be honest, it's so heavy.

"It's not an official visit, so please don't be too rude"

Stannis told me. The cleric lowered his brow gladly.

"Oh, Lord Stannis... It's been years since you've come to this church. Neither you nor the Duke of Kalish will come to Cézan to be reluctant to His Majesty. The last time you two came together..."

Stannis did not break his grinning expression on the mouth of the lamented Jenna priest. But he blocked it without a trace.

"There's no need for an old story. Your Highness (...) is tired from a long journey. - Where were you?

Cleric Jenna sighed with utmost regret.

"Your Excellency will wait in the back room. Let me show you.... you still can't get used to it"

"Jenna, what are you going to do with your love?"

"Again such. You're always away, even if you disturb Vaza's mansion. I only see you once in a while - you may have mercy on your poor Kami servant."

To the cleric's light mouth, Stannis showed discomfort by bending the edge of his mouth for a moment.

Oh, rare. Like Stannis isn't always in an emergency (...) when a cleric comes to my mansion, if you ask me.... I don't know if I'm good at it.

Cleric Jenna leads us in a good mood without realizing how the squire looks.

The clergymen and priests broke their hips on the spot when they noticed me, laying flat until they were invisible.

Cleric Jenna is a normal uncle with a gentle waist, but strangely a feminine and polite kind, and the two who consolidate their sides, when it comes to knights, have thin lines and even a weak feeling.

Furthermore, the sight of a cleric staring at my squire is somewhat hot.... Something suspicious. As I stared down at Stannis, who lined up beside me as I walked behind the clergy, he frowned a little and said, "Lady, please walk forward. It would be dangerous," he whispered to me.

Cleric Jenna kneels in front of the door in front of a room behind a luxurious door, around a long corridor.

When he was allowed to announce our visit and open the door, a knight who had refrained on both sides split left and right to open the heavy door.

"I see you two from the Vaza family."

"Come on."

Forgiven by the low woman's voice, we are invited.

Cleric Jenna backed off without raising her face, leaving us and the door shut.

The woman, who had slowly sunk herself into a chair of deep skinned colour, was looking at me in praise of her elegant smile, even though it was deeply engraved.

Notice the little old man beside me, I raise my voice softly.

The old man clings to me with his gaze, so he hurries to hold his mouth.

I fold my hips and greet the beautiful old woman as she remembers the manners taught me by her mother.

Fine, I gave him a face because I heard a voice, and now I got a normal thank you.

"- Thank you, Auntie."

Nearly eighty great-aunts (for convenience, we call her the great-aunt, and everyone but the clan calls her before you) tied up the lustrous silver hair, which was originally golden, and stared at me with watery eyes, like a lake that had increased in depth.

Malaya Bayesia Vaza.

Precisely because Vaza's family name was renounced when she entered the national church in her habit of becoming a priest, she is simply called Dear Malaya.

- My great-grandfather, or sister of the last king of the Vazza royal family. He was even a cleric of the National Church.

He is the one who gave himself to God and remained irrelevant in politics by putting himself before the National Church even during the turmoil when the dynasty ended, spending time in Cézan without returning to the house of Vaza even after he resigned from the priesthood.

"Dear Remilia, Well done for coming."

Master Malaya smiles slightly.

The samurai, who was near Lady Malaya, slammed her head against me and left the room. When I let them out, the clumpy air on my great-aunt just softens and relieves me.

"I told Master Reshek in a water mirror that I would like to see your face in a while, because you said you were on a journey. - I asked him to stop by on the way home."

Lord Malaya put his hands on something like a silver basin on a table placed beside a chair.

The water stretched out in the basin shines with light.

Water mirrors - Malayans with alien powers can use glowing water and mirrors to talk to distant people. Yes, it is magic.

There are very few people in the National Church who can use it, although it is not magic but "alien".

Though the son of the side chamber, Lady Malaya, who was the last princess of the royal family, was asked by his power to enter the national church and return his family name.

I have yet to see where Malaya uses her powers, so I look in the mirror with interest to see how she uses them.

"The long journey will be tiring. And yet, I'm sorry for what I've done."

"No, it's good to see you on the big aunt. That... even to your grandfather."

I answer before shifting my gaze to the grinning old man next to Master Malaya.

Little old man with a soft face smiles at me. When I laugh, I feel so happy moving with my beard cut clean. I smiled unexpectedly.

My grandfather. Count Kaminski.

I visited Cézan because my father told me he was in a good mood to ask, but I didn't think your grandfather would be here.

"No, Count Kaminski."

When Master Malaya laughed, his grandfather broke up with him.

"I'm glad to see Master Remilia, too. Safe and above all. I wonder what the Duke thinks about letting young Remilia go away by herself - he was worried that his meal wouldn't go down his throat."

I wonder. Just like the last time I saw you, it's bloody good, but uncle.

"I'm not alone, Grandfather. Stannis was there, and the Baron Kirchner family were with him."

Sin and the others came too.

Let's keep it a secret in front of Master Malaya that it was fun. When I said, my grandfather labored Stannis, who refrained behind me from saying oh, yes, he did.

"You had a hard time too, Stannis. I thought Remilia said everything I could to get in trouble on the road."

Stannis denies I was anything, and the lady laughs at you.

I didn't say that much. Yes, I think I did.

than that, I asked.

"I didn't think your grandfather needed you. Did you have business with Cézanne?

"I visit Cézan regularly. When I finished my errands and came to say hello to Lady Malaya, she said that Lady Remilia would come. We've been waiting here."

When my grandfather narrowed his eyes, he approached me and gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

"You're safe, more importantly"

"Yes, thank you for your concern. Grandfather."

As the samurai have prepared tea, Master Malaya instructs us to go to the table. Lady Malaya, with bad legs, Stannis held him respectfully and let him move.

The old woman, who sat back in her chair, asked me if the journey had been enjoyable, and I reported the journey, except that Singh had been there.

Although Master Malaya has not been confronted by Sin or the current royal family... he has taken a certain distance, so it is difficult to talk about it as it is.

She listens to me pleasantly and asks questions gently.

"If the dragon grows, you're going to ride it yourself, aren't you?

Yes, I reply.

"Vaza's ancestors were dragons. If you're a descendant, you'll be able to ride."

She was a cleric. Sounds like a warning to me that she would tell me. Good luck.

"But if you're going to ride a dragon, you have to train well - Stannis, I asked you to."

Speaking to Master Malaya, Stannis, who is holding back behind me, bowed his head with gratitude. Both I and Stannis are silent about what Master Singh tells me.

As we spoke, an old man serving Master Malaya came and slapped her in the ear.

Yeah, just fine, she tells me to invite guests into the room.

"Dear Remilia,"

"Yes."

There's something I want you to meet.

"To me, is it?

"Yes."

When Master Malaya signaled, the door was opened and a woman with scarlet hair brought in a girl with short cuts of hair of the same color.

"- I'll see you first. Princess of Vaza."

Would a woman in her mid-twenties have her white cleric clothes scattered with glossy scarlet hair like a pattern? After greeting Lady Malaya with respect, she breaks her hips even before me. The open eyes are a sapphire-like pale.

The girl in line - she would be older than me - wore the same color. It's gorgeous.

The girl bowed her head to me with no expression, as opposed to a smiling woman.

"- How old is Master Remilia?"

Asked, I will be eleven next month, he replied. Master Malaya sighed.

"Once upon a time, the Vazas had their own exclusive protectors, chosen by the National Church if they were ten. The two of us are from the same clan, but they were also the most responsible blood muscle to protect the Vazza family."

I leaned my neck, thinking, yeah. But I don't know, what's the story now, like I heard somewhere.

A woman with scarlet hair lifted her head, keeping a smile.

"It is the praise of my clan to protect Vaza's house. But the Duke of Kalish does not rely on us not to shy away from His Majesty. Mr. Remilia, I don't mean right now, but please don't take us by your side."

I saw a woman and a girl in trouble with words. Count Kaminski gently shakes my hand under his desk as he tries to open his mouth. Shut up and listen, I guess.

But an escort? To me? Dedicated?

"Is it an escort? I find it very frightening that I should bother escorting you from the Church of Nations."

As I remained perplexed - but fearful without disputing it. Just asking, Master Malaya shook his head.

"You must have seen it scared before this, Master Remilia. Again, the security around you should be much, much thicker"

Indeed, a few months ago, I nearly fell off a cliff and was dying...

The cause is because the horse was being drugged... Obviously, I was about to be killed, I think.

"This person is close in age, and it will be just fine. I'm not going to tell you right now, but think about it. I'll tell Lechek."

Say hello, he said, - the girl shot me through with pale eyes.

"- I'll see you first, Your Highness."

I find her with a husky voice that doesn't look good. And to her words that followed, I was stunned.

"My name is Alexander"

That's the boy's name. Alexandroux? Alec... Sama.

I looked at the person in front of me a little.

A girl - not a girl, if you look closely, she looks and is not a girl.

And more importantly, - more importantly, its name and flaming hair and contrasting blue eyes.

I finally realized who the person in front of me was!

"What's going on?

It would be the boy's blood. A woman tilts her neck.

I panicked and said, "Excuse me. I didn't think it was a man," he repaired. The woman laughed, accustomed, hehe, and the boy put confusion and slightly uncomfortable emotions in her eyes.

Ahhh! Not too upset, be rude!! Sorry!!

But would it be odd to apologize too much, smiling too much?

The woman who named her Lydia, she said, was the boy's aunt, with the permission of Lady Malaya, nephews, on the same table as us.

The samurai bring us tea and sweets one after another. I didn't even feel like putting my hands on the confectionery, I even looked at the pattern of the water surface of the tea and hoped that time would soon pass.

The boy observes the rings of grown-ups ridiculing each other as they often carry the cup to his mouth, and me deciding to play tricks.

I was even in my head, chanting like a spell that I wanted a stomach medicine, a stomach medicine.

"Alec is a powerful child - and the chief cleric is counting on his talent."

(…… I know)

To Malaya's delightful voice, my grandfather depressed the gavel that it was awesome.

(I remember now rather than…!)

I, with my flaming hair listening to the two conversations in the sky above, stole a peek at the boy's side, my gaze was about to meet, and I panicked away.

In Rose Garden, there are four men targeted by the Queen (...) Francesca's offense.

Sin of the half dragon tribe. Isaac with excellent martial arts. Vincent to be prime minister.

And one last thing.

With scarlet hair that represents a harsh character, he puts together a national church that was intoxicated by Queen Francesca and critical of the royal family - to the detriment of the queen, to the fall of Vaza, which was originally his home - or to the demise.

(... if I could, I wanted to stay forgotten)

The future clergyman, the Alexander boy, was in front of me.