The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

It was only about a month after the journey. The beginning of autumn.

I celebrated my birthday and turned eleven.

Last year's birthday was a ten-year-old milestone, and with Father's intent to celebrate it quite a bit, but not every year (I just don't think I wanted to see all sorts of other people...) I was just very close to people this year, and they whispered it to me.

My mother seemed lonely with fewer celebrations, but I never mind because my father gave me quite a gift "for my birthday".

A month before my birthday, the night I finished reporting on my journey to the two of us, I wanted to try to build a herbal garden, and when I said it, my father was lightly pleased with the unexpected "wouldn't it be nice".

It may be a pleasure for my daughter to follow the same path (agriculture?) as herself.

My mother had the same taste as Leshek, but she wanted to make herbs to cure her grandfather's burns, so I couldn't help but break them.

He's just a father and daughter in a fight, but he died a few years ago and I know your mother cares about your single grandfather's health. Maybe he didn't want to hinder his granddaughter's care for her grandfather.

"Herbal gardens are good, though."

said Mother.

"But Leshek. Like you, I disagree with Remilia working outdoors."

"Why not?"

Mother sighed deeply at Father's inquiry.

"Wouldn't Remilia's white skin be without a platform? Even though it's a beauty because of this girl."

Few, or were you about to say inadvertently? Mother?

"If you want to arrange work clothes for children, I will."

"Rejected"

Mother trumpeted Father's suggestion into her eating mood.

Father and daughter of the Duke's family. It seems that straw work clothing is unacceptable for a dressing mother. Uh, my mother offered me a compromise when I was sorry that I wanted to work outside.

"How about we use the greenhouse on the south side of the mansion? I haven't made anything in particular right now, but Mihou still occasionally sees it, so it shouldn't be rough all you want."

"Are you sure you want me to use the greenhouse?

To my inquiry, Mother saw Father. Father snorts.

"Talk to Mihou and make it available. Leshek, I hope that's okay."

"I don't mind - Remilia. To celebrate your birthday, I'll give you a greenhouse. You can try and renovate as you like."

- That's why the greenhouse was finally mine.

Apparently, the greenhouse south of the mansion was made by your father's mother.

It's not as splendid as His Majesty Beatrice or Princess Francesca's Rose Garden, but it's a pretty building with a quadrangular cone roof, about two stories tall.

At the base of the brick, up to the height of the adult's hips, the wooden frame is organized like a tree, which continues to the ceiling like a geometric pattern.

Between the wooden frames, specially glued glass was worn to softly convert strong sunlight.

I can't say it's that big, but if it's all emptied, about fifty people are going to be able to party in a standing meal. It was big enough for me to handle.

On the day after my birthday, I was delighted to see that the contractor Mr. Mihou had arranged for me to get the interior clean and in good shape. It's kind of like a secret base!

Since herbs are difficult from the start, Mr. Mihou suggested that you try planting herbs. Herbs, that's good too.

"You should take your time to figure out what to plant before you harvest the herbs."

If you don't design it systematically, you're not going to know what it is.

"Hey, Mihou. I wonder if we could plant vegetables or something."

Planned, I don't know what to say from the side of it.

I'd also like to try growing vegetables......

The eastern side of the greenhouse is acreaged with some soil. As I said while placing herbal seedlings at regular intervals on that acre, Mr. Mihou laughed with pleasure.

"Isn't it flowers and herbs, ma'am? What will you do if you grow up a lot?"

"When we reap it, we all eat it. Let's hope for the chef."

Mr. Mihou shook his shoulder and said, "Next time I'll look for a winter vegetable that's easy to grow".

"I want to put a round table and chair in the greenhouse," Stannis asked me what my birthday gift would be, and he snapped two tables and chairs out of somewhere.

The calm wood table looks too good on the brick-paved greenhouse floor and I'm glad to see it.

"Cute!"

"... I'm sorry to interrupt, ma'am, but I think it would be easier to keep things square at the table."

"It's okay, because round is cuter. I don't have enough friends to invite you!

"... is that a good thing to say..."

Next to the distressed samurai, I pointed my mouth. Truth is, I'd like to invite someone to relax here, though.

I don't have any friends I can invite......

But my wish to invite someone to brag about it was to be fulfilled lightly.

At dinner one day, in anticipation of us finishing dinner, Sebastian informs us of his plans for tomorrow's visitors.

My family is a Duke's house, my father is bigoted, I contacted him the day before for a visit, and he has a limited number of acceptable people, etc.

The customer was Yoanna.

Father looked at me when he muttered that he understood.

"Henrik's coming, too."

As expected, my cousin's name will be raised, and my father will be glad of me, and my mother will tell me to get along.

My father and mother are kind enough to have fun with Master Yoanna, but I'm not happy with Henrik's visit apart.

"... OK, Father, Mother"

"You don't seem happy, Remilia. Are we still in a fight?

When I say it in a sinking voice, my mother says it in an open tone.

"I'm worried that Henrik will mess up my picture material again, Mother."

In my grumpy tone, my parents sighed at each other for a moment.

The very close people who came to me for my birthday - that included, of course, Aunt Yoanna and (unintentionally) Henrik. That's good.

Henrik played the piano for me and he was good at it. That's good too. I was glad, to be honest.

But.

Though you didn't visit me on my birthday - if you gave me a gift, there you are. Among them, an unfamiliar handwriting parcel arrived in the name of Baron Kirchner, and when it was opened, there was a note written by Singh and a line of faces used in watercolors, not paints - oil paintings - together.

It also comes with a beautiful cover sketchbook.

"Everyone to Remilia.

Happy Birthday '

She hated the letter, it was an unscrupulous sentence, but I was so happy.

I was also glad that it said, "I'd rather do watercolors than oil paintings," but I didn't think Sin and the others would remember what I said.

Stannis read me an explanatory note from Dominic.

"They say it's painting material from the Fan Empire, ma'am. - It's a beautiful color."

"All the shades I've never seen."

I can draw watercolors! And when I was pleased, Henrik said, "Heh, let me see," and pinched the leopard, and the rectangular palette.

"That's a dull color."

Henrik began to ridicule the paint with twelve colors lined up, as in the example, so I annoyed myself and tried to grab the paint from him.

"Henrik, don't touch what I get, on your own!

"Fine, nothing - it's not like it's gonna go down."

"Things that decrease. Stop, don't be abusive."

"If it's okay -!! Just borrowing it -"

I took care of the little palette, and when I thought about it, it was already late...

As a result of me and Henrik, the palette of colored rectangles danced high into the universe, making a light noise and rolling onto the floor.

Some paint is shattered - scattered all over the floor.

I was angry and angry before I cried, and I was angry - "... what a thing to do..." for the first time in my life, a low voice came out of my throat.

You just didn't think it was a good idea. Henrik silenced, but turned around and said, "Because you let go of my hand."

What the hell!!

Then again, the hair and clothes are pulled together (once in the corner of the room so that the customer doesn't see them) and they are tapped together. Henrik also has no forgiveness for me where there are no adult eyes, so we started a serious arrangement in the noble children - and were arbitrated (hiccup) by Stannis and Sebastian, who noticed it visibly.

Stannis greets me as the cat child and speaks out loud.

"Do you ever have a fight with your lords?"

"Because everyone gave it to me!

Protesting with tears in his eyes, Stannis sighed as he noticed the scattered paint.

"Dear Henrik..."

Sebastian and Stannis turned to the eyes of reproach, and Henrik puffed, and turned to the side.

"You can buy it and give it back. Such cheap stuff, you'll get it soon."

"I can't buy it! Because - you chose it for me..."

Stannis said as he stroked me in tears okay.

"It's paint, so if you put your hands on it, you'll stick around right away - don't be so angry with the lady either, because Master Henrik didn't mean to. Look, we get along with each other."

Henrik looked at me and Stannis and - scattered paint and threw it away.

"I don't like it. I won't apologize. You look like an idiot, - fooled by such a cheap thing. For such a thing, the peeling remilia is bad. You don't even know if Sin really picked it out, by and large!

Henrik stared at me in disgust with his deep blue eyes.

I bit my lips and hit the hatred I put on my mouth more than once in the last eleven years.

"- I hate Henrik so much!! Because I will never speak again!!

Then for a month or so, Henrik came to my house about twice, but neither me nor Henrik spoke a word whilst mumbling.

My mother and Aunt Yoanna sighed about the usual fight, but it's not the usual fight.

Sure, though Stannis has beautifully restored the paint, and maybe it's not that expensive. It was the first time a friend gave it to me.

All this time, I can't help but feel sorry for Henrik.

- While I was thinking about that, Master Yoanna and Henrik came to the Mansion.

Master Yoanna and my mother started talking friendly, so I had no choice but to say hello to Henrik as usual. Henrik also returns a greeting to me with a grumpy look.

Aunt Yoanna softly embraced me when she noticed us.

"Hello, Remilia. How are you feeling?

"Welcome, Auntie. It's good to see you, Auntie."

If it was only on my aunt that you would come, I would have been happier!

Master Yoanna tied her honey-colored hair together beautifully, as usual.

My aunt said "it's not vaza-like" on my Aunt Catagina because she is small for the Vaza clan and the color of her eyes is deep blue.

So I feel intimate.

The tender aunt is soft, then always smells fluffy and flowery.

She smiled softly in her ear when she said, "It's time for you to forgive Henrik".

Sure, I couldn't grow up, either...

I had no choice but to lead Henrik to the greenhouse.