The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

When I show Henrik to the greenhouse, he's renovating! and Henrik was surprised.

I showed the whole greenhouse, and then I invited Henrik to my favorite table and said, "You're beautiful."

In fact, Mr. Mihou is the one who cleaned it... Are you Henrik's first customer at my secret base? Well, I don't know what else to do.

"Did you get this greenhouse?

"Yes, my father gave it to me for my birthday. I'd really like to make it a herbal garden, but it's hard for me, so I planted herbs. I'll give it to Henrik if I harvest it."

"Why herbal gardens? She's the daughter of the Duke of Roses, so it's time to make her a rose."

I pointed my mouth.

"I did the same thing my father did, and it's not funny"

I like roses, but I wanted to try and make something different. You think flowers are medicine? Fun stuff even after that kind of harvest.

Phew, Henrik said, pushing the wrap on me that had been in my hand the whole time.

I'm deliberately, well, surprised.

"I wonder what this is, Master Henrik."

"Why don't you open it?

of the rectangle... I figured Henrik would have shattered the palette,

It seems unusual for Henrik and he's willing to make up with me.

In the end, the palette was distorted (snoring) but Stannis repaired it, so there was no obstacle, but the paint didn't rot even though there was a lot of it. Thank you, and I opened the package, and I caught my eye.

"Different colors!

"Stannis fixed the original paint anyway, didn't he? The same thing doesn't have art, so I made it a different color."

I guess the basic twelve colors I got from Sin and the applied part Henrik gave me. Isn't that sweet, Henrik?

Oh, something, there's even golden paint!

When I was silently fascinated by the paint, Henrik blushed and said, mistakenly, that my anger had not been solved.

"Wow, I'm sorry, break the paint.... Sorry."

"... ugh!

I raised my face with momentum and held my mouth by accident.

"... what, that reaction"

"- Henrik! I can't believe I'm apologizing!... What's wrong?!

Wouldn't it be a blue sky thunderbolt?

Make it tyrannical and selfish, all bad things are other people's fault, good things are due to you of course, I can't believe Master Henrik apologized to me...! Henrik glances at me in disgust.

"After all, will you give it back?

"No. I got it because of you!... Fine, I'll forgive you for the paint. I'm sorry I slapped you too."

"Yeah."

"Thanks"

When I laughed, um, Henrik snapped his nose.

I admired the palette.

"Good. You got it, though it sounds like it belongs to the Fan Empire"

Henrik said a little grumpy.

"I let Kirchner arrange it"

"What's Kirchner, Isaac? Did you ask Isaac?

"I made arrangements, I did. Not please."

Henrik got close enough to call him by name? And after being sarcastic, I nodded.

"... Sin bought it at his chamber of commerce, so it's the quickest thing to ask the source"

Yeah, does Henrik and Isaac talk or something? I'm surprised I have the opportunity to meet you personally.

"It's unusual for Isaac and Henrik to talk. Where did you meet him?

I was wondering if Henrik would only talk to his noble brother, who was a former royal protégé. To my question, my cousin seems concerned, I'll talk to you later, blurry. Again, this is unusual.

Henrik's generally in a good mood, but I don't know, he doesn't seem, he's not well.

"Thank you, I'll take care of it."

When I layered my thanks, Henrik gave me a pleasant reminder that my birthday was two months from now.

Oh, something better yet?

"You want something?

"Violin for left-handers"

Henrik imitated playing.

My cousin was originally left-handed, although he corrects right-handers for writing meals and letters because of his manipulations. I've heard that swords and instruments are easier to do on the left, but blur.

"For left-handers. Is there such a thing?

"The contents are completely different. I borrowed a traveling musician once. They'll be selling it somewhere, so look for it. For right-handed use - when (...) the string doesn't stick. That's what you can order from Kirchner and let me make it."

"You know what, why don't you just order it yourself?

I can't afford such an expensive gift. I'd like to order it for you, but I don't have that authority. My words cloud Henrik's expression again.

"... I already told my mother. Don't play dumb. Play it right."

"I don't think the left-hander is too boring..."

I was surprised at what I said. Aunt Yoanna, you're sweet up there, and I love it, but - I don't know why. Sometimes you say something terrible about Henrik.

I always take them around for outings, but occasionally, they don't look very good. So sweet on him is sweet, but kind of different from a mother who drowns her son, I feel...

Even if Henrik does bad things, he just looks in trouble, and he doesn't actively try to recover things.

I know Henrik's trying to go in a bad direction, and I also feel like he's turning away.

Henrik's father even drowned his son.

(... Either way, I hope you stop making my sweet dra son my fiancée without educating me)

I sighed.

Now it's still a promise, but when Mother and Aunt Yoanna convince me that Father is, the engagement becomes something I can't override. Trouble is, Father doesn't hate Henrik so much in front of Father and Mother wearing a good boy mask...

But.

I hate to get engaged for personal reasons, but even for Henrik, it's probably not a good thing.

To the best of my knowledge, Henrik, who became my husband, has left me on every path (route) to the future.

You know, sick, stabbed by a woman who cheated on you, scared the shit out of you when you found out about the conspiracy against Francesca.

(On second thought, if we get engaged... Henrik is going to be a lot harder than I am)

For me, there is, but for Henrik's sake, the engagement is blocked, too. As I was renewing my determination, Henrik pointed to the paint.

"Give it to me. What, you're gonna be a painter?

"Hobbies. I also got a greenhouse, and he said I should keep an observation diary. Isn't that a good hobby? My grandfather (Mateusz) liked to paint, and it's hereditary."

I don't know if it's true or not, but Henrik made a slight affirmation against me for thinking in his heart.

"I've seen it in the warehouse. A painting by your grandfather."

"Really?

A warehouse, that's what we both call it. Dispensing items that are not used in the mansion are arranged in a narrow area.

"There was a sketch of your mother and uncle."

"I wonder why your grandfather's painting is in the warehouse. I wish I could decorate it."

"I don't know that. Ask the Duke. What, we're gonna go look for him now?

"Go!"

Grandfather, I want to see what kind of painting Master Mateusz painted.

Many of the works of art that were the property of the Vazza family were taken to the present dynasty at the time of your dowry by the last princess, the mother of His Majesty Beatrice, so there is actually not much left in the Duke's family.

As we were about to leave the greenhouse, Stannis appeared as if he had foreseen it. When he asks Stannis to lend him the keys to the warehouse, he smiles.

"- Before exploring, would you like to return to the guest room once? Your wife wants you both. It's lunch time."

Is it that time already?

Though he glimpsed my seat, Henrik stuck his cheekstick on the table, not moving on the spot.

"Fine, everyone said they didn't eat. Stannis, bring me something. We'll eat something else."

Oh, and when Stannis and I looked at each other, Henrik pointed his mouth.

"Even my mother would have more fun without me. Because I eat alone."

"... again, that's stupid"

As Stannis sighed, Henrik closed his eyes.

"It's disrespectful to be an idiot at me, servant! Who do you think I am!

Henrik is key key. Angry, but as usual, our servant looks down at his cousin with a firm face.

"Are you Mr. Lemiria's cousin, a vain Henrik who has no authority whatsoever over my employment?... Look, I'm going without saying anything. We'll have trouble preparing lunch in both locations."

"I don't like it, I'm not going! I'll eat here!

Stannis made Henrik stand on the spot when he pinched him like a cat child. Henrik had been around for a while, but he was not scared, so he sighed and followed quietly. Stupid stupidity at leading Stannis. Good, but keep up.

"... I'll make it to the Duke. Stannis forced me to."

"Please, be my guest."

"You rude bastard, when I'm your husband, I'll start over."

"Yes, yes, I hope you have such a fun future. Before you do, Henrik remembers how his mouth sounds to the older man. How can you be a nobleman, keep the minimum courtesy, because you'll be in trouble when you grow up."

Stannis is mad at me, and Henrik is complaining about something with his umbilical cord up, but it seems to be fun anyway. It's a routine flow every time. And I looked at the two people walking forward in awe.

Henrik feels like he's getting tangled up in business to get mad at Stannis once in a while.

Henrik said, looking up at Stannis.

"Hey, Stannis, you got along with those guys, too, didn't you?

"Those guys," he said.

"Francesca's surroundings"

Well, I have a bad mouth.

Stannis flaunted his shoulder a little.

"Because I'm a fraternist"

"Kirchner's guy said he wanted to learn swordsmanship from you. I can't do it if I tell you, for that one!

Speaking of which, Isaac would have said that. When I also looked at Stannis, Stannis noticed my gaze and bent his mouth.

"I'll tell you what the Duke ordered, and I won't do anything without you."

Henrik arms great and commands Stannis.

"You belong to the Vazas, so you need to be nice to people other than Vazas, because you don't even have this look."

"Then don't be nice to Henrik either."

As I pointed out, Henrik turned sideways.

"If only you and I could get married, then I'd be the one in Vaza."

"I don't like it, marrying Henrik. If you want to be the master of Vaza so badly, why don't you be the adopted son of your father?

Tsum, and when I turned my jaw, Henrik said, "That's the best! It's not like I like you!," he slapped his hatred.

What the hell, already. Apologize, sell fights, you're always a pain in the ass!

Take us to the guest room, not to mention the samurai, who was about to fight again.

When Henrik got out in front of his father and mother, he let Kellogg and I get back in the mood, as usual, and started eating while Henrik, petty but bright, remained in the face of.

However, I had noticed that Aunt Yoanna and Henrik were out of sight.

As I was carrying my dessert into my mouth, Stannis opened the door and came into the guest room.

Kind of sounds like Sebastian yesterday, but only a limited number of people can make a sudden visit, and... and looking sideways - for the most part, my expressionless father frowned a little.

I call her by her name, Aunt Yoanna, who seemed to have a pleasant conversation with her mother.

"Yoanna, you said you were staying today, right?

"Yeah. I meant to, but is there a problem? If Leshek is in a hurry, I'll change the day again."

"No - I'm a messenger from His Majesty..."

To an unexpected name, I, Henrik, and Mother stopped my hand.

"Tomorrow, His Highness Francesca wants to visit our house."

I look at my aunt, and my mother, well.

"Oh, why, suddenly? - I'm not prepared for anything."

"But with His Majesty's messenger, you won't even be able to say no"

My father blurred as confused by my mother's condemned tone.

It says, "Don't think hard."

There's no way the princess's visit won't get tough.

Father slaps the table with his middle finger on his left hand. It was my father's habit when I thought of something.

- Normally, His Majesty or His Royal Highness Francesca would never visit someone's mansion without even touching it. Isn't it the first time His Highness has visited this mansion in the first place?

Princess Francesca shrugged like trouble on Aunt Yoanna as she tilted her neck, not in the nature of doing something very rushing, but wondering what it was.

"It's sudden... if Your Highness is here, me and Henrik will excuse us"

"Yes, unfortunately."

My mother sighs with regret. No, and Father pinched his mouth.

See Hiraki and Henrik.

"- You also seem to know that Yoanna is here. … Since Prince Singh will also be visited with His Highness Francesca, as the speaker of Prince Singh, Henrik will also be here,"

Eh! and Henrik shouted close to screaming, and I accidentally pounded, and opened my mouth.

Not only is Francesca coming, but Singh too?