The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

It wasn't until after noon that Francesca showed up.

Father and Mother greeted him side by side, Francesca appeared with Singh and a handful of escorts and Sir Yunker, and Father frowned only slightly.

"Today, I'm sorry I couldn't, Duke."

Francesca laughs at Eagle Deep.

The white based top and bottom clothes look like knights, not dresses, and look like brothers alongside Singh. Although Francesca occasionally looked familiar at the ceremony because she would dress as a knight, she had a little bite to eat on her mother and Aunt Yoanna.

His father had a face very similar to that of Francesca and showed his welcome to the princess.

My mother, Francesca and Sir Yunker, I know you don't really think about Sin if you finally say so, but today, without talking about anything, I'm just smiling like a lady.

My mother and I also greeted Francesca and Singh followed suit.

My mother thanked me only courteously and politely, as opposed to some nervous facial sin, though they were squeamish in exchanging words.

I was sneered at by Sin and almost stuck with him by accident, but I kept my eyes closed without knowing where to break the face I was going.

Thank you, Mother. My father instructed me to keep my mouth shut and laugh last night.

I heard a little argument after dinner and I went back to my room to escape, and at breakfast, the two of us were silent, so I supposedly had a fight.

Aunt Yoanna had a good sew and conversation between them with something she was used to, but I leaned down to the same way my parents looked.

I was wondering if we've only gotten along a little lately.... Isn't it that good?

"If Your Highness is here, you are always welcome."

Father laughed and glanced next to Francesca. There is a slight seepage of grump in the voice.

I didn't even hear you come to the Chancellor.

Sir Yunker tried to soften his sharp face. Blue grey eyes are slightly narrowed.

Before the Chancellor said anything to his father, his mother slapped him, lightly.

"If the Chancellor had come, he would have worn northern clothes."

My mother rarely smiled at Sir Yunker.

"Duchess. We're out of time - your wife is beautiful today, but the northern outfit must look great, too. You think Eastern designs are fashionable these days?"

"That's nice. Why don't we ask Baron Kirchner?"

"Yes, Kirchner would be more than happy to choose his wife's clothes."

Next to my mother, Aunt Yoanna agrees, "I'd love to ask you to do it, too."

His father, in the form of an insurance policy for his wife and sister, held his mouth.

The Chancellor graciously thanked his father by setting the three of us up with a gentle gaze.

"... forgive my sudden visit, Duke. I'm just here to send His Highness. I'd be honored if we could have some time to talk."

Father narrowed his eyes cold, but he wouldn't even go home against the Chancellor, well, in front of Francesca.

"Hey, Henrik"

Having only distracted the adults, I asked Henrik, who was also a bad distance from Sir Yunker.

"I've been thinking, isn't Father and Sir Yunker, friendly, nice?

Henrik shrugged.

"Don't you hate each other? The Duke is like a painting of a nobleman, and that's a typical cultivation. All right, before we get along, are there any elements that you feel comfortable with?

I nodded, as I grew up and caught on.

And Father, maybe, perhaps, no, I definitely don't work. You're a prodigal nobleman.

Though I married the wife of the nobility and now have the Viscount, I don't see any elements to be liked from Sir Yunker, who beat me up from the civilian population, but also from His Majesty's belly.

Sir Yunker, I don't know what you're talking about on purpose.

Francesca laughed at his father, not even the wind via what was going on between them.

"Sorry for the sudden visit. - There are two reasons for visiting."

She smiled at me.

"I brought you Remilia's birthday celebration. I'm so late."

"It's a waste, Your Highness"

I should have gotten a big one from His Majesty for my birthday.

"The other thing is, I got something rare from the Fan Empire, so I wanted to offer it to the Duke."

When she signaled, Francesca's squire brought her potted plants.

I don't see it in Cardina, it looks a lot like a rose - multiple layers of thin red petals that are softer than a rose, a large wheel of flowers.

"- Are you a rose of fans?

It seems that Father has shown great interest.

"They say it's a peony. It seems to be a flower that blooms in the spring, but a merchant from the periphery of the Fan Empire came before the scratch and left it because it blooms out of season and is rare. I got more than one, so I recommended it to the Duke - I don't know how I grew the out-of-season flowers, so I thought it wouldn't dry up."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you for the dawn (bulbs) you received before.... and because the lilies that were blooming in the greenhouse were beautiful, so was this one. It's out of season, but I grew this."

Lilies were cut flowers.

I saw the princess hold it, and, uh, I leaned my neck.

Lilies are shriveled to say they are beautiful.

Francesca looked at the shriveled lily and shrugged her shoulder with regret.

"This is a mess - the lily is Kaminski's crest, so I thought the Duchess would be happy to have it delivered again - if you don't mind me delivering it later?

"Don't worry, Your Highness - if you can do it, you'll be back to normal. Now that you're here, take your time."

Francesca grinned, smiling.

"Thank you, Duke. - I'll leave the Chancellor, but I wonder if I could borrow Remilia and Henrik."

Yeah, and Father smiled and looked at me.

"Remilia. This is a visit from Her Royal Highness. Let me show you."

Yes, I nodded and asked Lord Yunker. Sir Yunker, who said he was just here to deliver Francesca, has no sign of leaving.

Was the Princess's visit, in one way or another, a visit by Sir Yunker?

My father caught Stannis trying to follow us, so I led Henrik and Francesca, and then Singh.

A short distance away, Francesca's escort follows.

The flowers are still buds, so next time Rose Garden showed them to the greenhouse and explained, Francesca and Singh rejoiced.

"Herbal gardens, that's good. Cardina doesn't have a lot of medicine going on, so I hope private health care spreads more."

"That's what my grandfather said."

"If Remilia becomes an authority in pharmacology, will you tell me too?

Francesca said something delightful, so I responded with joy.

"Oh, it's paint"

He noticed the paint I left on the greenhouse desk, Sin broke his face all the time.

"Happy Birthday. You like the paint?

"Yes, Master Singh. - Because I built a greenhouse, I want to keep a record of plant observations."

Singh was good, he laughed.

"There's another color to it than I chose!

Henrik turned aside, good at humming.

"The basic colors aren't boring. I gave them to Remilia."

"Oh well. You'd better have lots of colors."

You Henrik liar. You just paid for what you broke.

When I was out there, Francesca was giggling at the way they looked.

Unexpectedly, Sin favors Henrik for what he wants.

Nothing like Henrik being special sin friendly, that's not true.

"You're close."

Francesca said, so I nodded vaguely too.

"... Sin likes Henrik's piano. So I think he likes Henrik."

The princess who noticed my doubts told me.

"He said he was surprised there weren't very complicated instruments in the witches"

Speaking of which, at the salon, I think the girls around Henrik were beating me to play it. I was in a good mood when you told me.

"Was it? I didn't know - Henrik not only plays the piano, he plays the violin well."

Talking about Henrik wanting a left-handed violin for her birthday, the princess thought a little.

"I think I saw it somewhere in the royal palace, if it did, I'd give it to Henrik - rename it jointly with Remilia?

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, fine. And then this, happy birthday."

The princess put out a silk-wrapped one from her chest.

I don't know, I thought - the paint and red balls were embellished in my hand.

"I also got this from a fan merchant. I'm sorry about the recommendation."

"Thank you, but would you like something rare?

"I don't really use hair fasteners."

Indeed, brilliant blonde hair is often just flushed without bonding. Francesca sighed wondering if she hated it. Take out the ribbon and tie it in front of me.

I tied it tight, but without waiting ten seconds, I put it on the elasticity of her beautiful hair, and then I unraveled it.

I opened my mouth. What a shape memory blonde!

The princess leans down with a crease between her eyebrows troubled.

"I can't do all kinds of hair because I have straight hair after the bristles. Even if I get my hair fastened, it's just a waste..."

"Well..."

Beautiful straight blonde from Francesca as long as I'm jealous of her hairy, but I didn't know she'd have that problem.

"Yeah, so Remilia will use it? I feel sorry for leaving it in the box."

I said gladly.

I was wondering if the princess would not tie a knot boasting of her beautiful blonde hair. Henrik and Singh invited us when they were heartily surprised that there was such a reason.

"Let's go to the warehouse, Remilia. You're gonna see your grandfather's painting."

"Can I come, too?

Singh asks me for fun.

"Fine... but what about the keys?

"Stannis gave it to me, look!

Henrik, who has a good procedure, apparently had Stannis prepare it. Proudly show me the key.

Looking for Francesca, I nodded with pleasure, so I led the three of them to the warehouse.