The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The four of us played in the warehouse upside down.

"This is the sketch Master Mateusz drew?

Henrik says yes, take this, rounded paper from the back of the shelf and give it to me.

I spread the picture and stared. On the paper, a little girl and a baby were drawn.

Sleeping baby instead. I wonder if this will be that faceless father, weird.

"Aunt Yoanna and Father..."

Master Mateusz's lines were delicate and the sketches were accurate.

I guess he was on the books.

Sin and Francesca praise Remilia for being good at painting is hereditary, right?

Without worrying about me being able to illuminate, Henrik pulls out all sorts of things and looks out.

"There are many other paintings, Your Highness"

For some reason, Henrik, who knows more about the warehouse than I do, is proud of Francesca for pulling this off.

It's not Henrik's house...

"Speaking of which, there was this too!

Henrik speaks out as he recalls and pulls the painting out of the back shelf.

The campus he held with both hands was painted like a mother and son.

It's light tea, so maybe it's a pretty old painting.

Behind the mother and child in the painting is a tapestry of Vaza's crest.

The dragon's head, depicted on the crest, is accompanied by a crown, so this should still be from when the Vaza family was "royal". I guess that means more than fifty years ago.

"These two..."

When I realize, Henrik raises the edge of his mouth and nods, seeing Singh as surprised as I am.

We both had honeyed hair, but our eyes were half golden and the other was watery.

Left and right different colored eyes.

"The Half Dragon Clan?

"Maybe."

Henrik answered.

Singh is staring at the painting with nothing to say. Henrik looked at Singh and laughed slightly.

"There were rumors that some generations ago the owner of Vaza had a dragon tribe side room and a son, and I wonder if this is proof of that... I don't know if this painting is real"

"Oh, why?

"There are no humans like that in the lineage diagram, and you can paint whatever color your hair or eyes are.... There used to be a Dragon Clan, maybe just a fake to say. If the mother was half dragon, her son would have less blood than half dragon, wouldn't he? And yet they're both golden with one eye. It's crazy."

... I see.

"But if it's real..."

Singh said it was pompous. Different colored eyes can be gently narrowed.

"Why aren't these people on the lineage map?... I wonder where it disappeared"

Henrik had a very mean look on his face and turned his jaw.

"Well, that must be a previous unrest...... Yikes!!

My stupid cousin said something disturbing, so I stepped on my feet.

The previous unrest was usually a dispute between Francesca and Singh's grandfather at the end of the Vaza royal family, … that is, the "destruction" of Vaza.

I have heard that many members of the clan have been murdered or executed.

It's not like we're talking about this face.

"Well, I saw a lot in the warehouse, and it's time to go back?

To my pedagogical guidance, I ignored Henrik groaning with his legs, and I nearly smiled at Francesca.

Francesca compares me to Henrik and laughs bitterly.

"Right, thanks for showing me something interesting"

Quickly recovered Henrik directs Francesca out of the room.

So even though it's not Henrik's house!

I was unhappy but pointed my lips without being able to complain in front of the princess. Francesca thanked Henrik and then told him as she remembered.

"... Speaking of which, Henrik, you're enrolling in college next year?

Henrik stirred up his shoulder. Sin said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

"I'm going, too. Henrik's the same, isn't he?

"Henrik's in school? With Master Singh!?

Sin said yeah, and down his neck vertically.

There are four periods of higher education in the capital of Cardina.

One is a seminary where the priests go, a school for girls to educate, a military school to train army executives, and then a university where noble and wealthy civilian children who are primarily seeking bureaucracy go.

All on a four-year basis, the age of admission is not fixed, but admission is allowed from the age of fourteen.

Not really, noble children don't go to college, so it's amazing how often Henrik and Sin plan to go.

By the way, the girls' school is somewhat of a place where lower noble and chivalrous daughters learn the hearts and minds of women officials and tutors, so it's not really a story for me.

Unfortunately.

"I, too, was told to go to Your Majesty. Isaac wants to go to military school, but Vince said he might come with us. Henrik's going too, isn't he?

"... I am"

"You're not going? Your Majesty said Henrik was going to school, so I'm looking forward to it."

Henrik bent his mouth to the innocent word.

"My parents... my mother says go to school, but I haven't decided yet."

"I heard you've already had the process."

"... I'm not convinced."

Return it to Francesca, with a stiff tone.

I was convinced that in my heart, ha-ha. Since yesterday Aunt Yoanna and Henrik have been strangely strange because they were rubbing it in this matter?

Francesca took his steps and told Henrik.

"If Henrik were to come, Sin would be relieved... and Henrik's friends would be enrolled too, right? Think positively. - What do you think of Remilia?

The water was pointed at me and I leaned my neck a little. It seems Francesca wants me to push back.

"- I, in particular, have an opinion"

"Me and Sin's side, won't you?

Francesca opened her eyes unexpectedly, but pleasantly. Why? My gaze is asking.

"- I'm talking about Henrik, so I think Henrik should do as he decides."

Right! And Henrik got in tune, so I looked cold at my cousin.

"I don't think you should go to school."

"Why?"

"- Something I don't have a place to go even if I want to. If you have that chance, why don't you take advantage of it? It must be interesting to have all kinds of people from all classes."

"Tell me to leave my house on purpose and mix with the civilians to learn?

"Why don't you do whatever you want? I don't care either way, I guess. The good civilian kids will be here, too, and what if we expand our connections? Master Henrik?"

Henrik and I, we're residents of a closed world, so I think it would be better to meet different people.

Francesca said gently to comfort the murky Henrik.

"I envy you, too. I really wanted to go to college, but there's still no educational institution I can go to. Of course, so is Remilia. Sin is looking forward to it. Don't be stubborn, think positively."

Yes, and Sin lines up next to Henrik, who was dissatisfied. Listening to the conversation, he is eagerly recommending that we go to college.

Surprisingly, they really like you, Henrik...

"The Dragon chick said it was time to come? Singh told me."

Francesca asked, so I nodded. My chick is supposed to come to the mansion next month.

As for how to ride, Isaac, Singh and then the stables clerk at the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce should come and teach me.

"I hope I can get on.... Speaking of which, Your Highness doesn't have your own dragon."

I came by carriage again today. I've never seen a princess on a dragon, even though she's on Singh's side riding around the dragon.

Seems surprising as a royal retrieval.

Francesca moved her gaze to look for words.

"I can't ride a dragon."

"Really? Even though you're good at horseback riding?

Surprisingly, Francesca dropped her sigh.

"I don't like the high places very much. My legs are shaking. So I can't ride a dragon."

"... unexpected"

"It's good for Singh, being royal but not being able to ride a dragon is poorly dressed, he makes a fool of himself"

"Well!"

You're a rude Prince Singh towards His Highness!

I guess that means it's easy for the two of us.

"I can't walk with you. I'm bored."

"... I'm glad His Highness couldn't ride it"

Sin's walk, I mean, you're running away from home.

But even the perfect Francesca doesn't like it. I was just a little relieved.

We walk a little further away. We walk side by side, too, at a distance to Henrik and Singh.

I even came near the room where my father and Sir Yunker were, so I asked Francesca.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for celebrating your birthday. Although."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you bring a shriveled lily?

"-... right"

"Lily is my grandfather's crest."

Francesca, who does everything without graduation, realizes that if she says such obvious things, I still have something.

I deliberately mentioned the shriveled lily, my mother's home.

Speaking of which, even when I was in a carriage accident, Francesca was concerned about the purpose of my outing and the owner of the carriage.

On the go, in the mansion of my grandfather, Count Kaminski, was the belongings of the Count's family.

Is there anything for my grandfather?

Francesca smiled after a moment of silence.

"Ask Remilia too, because Yunker will be telling the Duke"

Why don't you talk to me directly?

Don't you have any credibility, or do you think it's something you can't help telling me about your child?

I was wondering if Father would tell the child what it looks like.

Don't feel impossible, Francesca tilted her neck when I was sorry.

My hair falls off without sarcasm and habit.

"Because if the Duke doesn't talk to me, I'll talk to him again. Come to the royal palace."

Yes, and I nod. She said as if she were talking to herself.

"It was nice talking to Remilia today. - Come visit me at the royal palace even if you don't need me. We're blood, aren't we?

Francesca laughs so hard. The face, after all, is very similar to that of Father, who is said to be Vaza itself.

But Francesca is a royal princess, not one of us.

I - as an old royal, I kept thinking about what happened to the current exchanger and smiling, yes.