The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Sin wasn't - angry.

Simply looking at me and Isaac quietly.

I'm so scared.

Leaving aside whether it's well-known or finding out or romantic emotions, "Remilia" and I probably have the same preferences, and Singh is cool, and I want to get along... For Singh, what do you think?

I don't think they like me specially, but I don't like it when they talk to me, do they?

Anyway, Francesca, you're a solid figure all the way. We got along (I feel) because of this, but it would be sad if they didn't like me for an engagement issue that I didn't even lead...

Singh lowered his Feilong down to our sight and said yes to me. I round my eyes.

"Want to ride my Al too? - Let's fly, if it's because of you."

"... emptying?

"If you're with the Dragon Clan, you're in danger. - No? Don't I trust you?

You said Stannis couldn't do it.

Isaac tries to stop Singh.

Sin turned off his expression and looked at us like he was observing us.

"... because it's Isaac, right?

"... Sin!

Isaac uncommonly offended his voice. Singh kept her emotions on, continuing her words.

"If Remilia won't go, I'll go alone, fine"

I glanced at Stannis on the other side of the courtyard. If you take Sin's hand, you'll be worried.

But I move my gaze to Singh.

His left eye - the golden color shines more dull than usual, and he looks kind of hurt.

I wonder if you want to talk to me about something. No one will ask, on the sky.

Besides, because of my refusal, I also have trouble with Singh going to 'Osampo'......

I wonder if I'd rather worry about Stannis or miss Singh running away from home and buying His Majesty's unhappiness. I think through the balance.

"... fine, but please go back soon? I don't really want to worry about you."

Sin nods, yeah. I whispered to Isaac.

"Tell Stannis. Don't come after me. I'll be right back. Trust me."

Isaac looked at me like I was in trouble, but eventually, okay, he undertook.

"If it's over fifteen minutes, I'll go after it."

Listening to Isaac, I took Sin's hand.

Sin instantly rose to the sky in the Feilong, supporting me. The dragon doesn't flash a bit, even as it rushes up to the sky at a silent and awesome rate.

"... high up, I'm not afraid"

Where the courtyard went far, Singh said, pompous.

I look down into the courtyard.

"I was used to it on my way home from this previous trip. It seems fine in high places."

"It's weird. Mostly they all do."

I remember Yen of the Dragon Clan telling me that your daughter is a weird guy.

Because in my case, I have more memories than any other child in high places. It's not like I'm spiritually fat.

Nantka calls his name after wondering if there is a theory in Cardina that high places are...

"Dear Sin,"

"What?"

Ugly me, purple and gold eyes of different colors. "Remilia" always thought his eyes were like ametrine.

The emotion now in those eyes is "dissatisfaction," I guess.

"What can I tell you?

I turned my gaze back.

Sin said a little bit, exhaling. Repeating the blink...... the discomforting colour was fading from him step by step.

"When did you hear that story?"

"The story."

"Remilia and I were engaged."

Obviously dissatisfied...

"My father said it last night. What about Master Singh?

"The night I went to visit Remilia's mansion," Singh told me.

Sin bent his mouth to a letter to.

"Yunker said. Just the right fit, he said. Your Majesty says so, too. It's not a bad combination, he said. Just (...) What?

Sin bit her lips.

Why do you decide what I want to do?

Sin's hand in taking the reins was stretched.

"I didn't come to Wangdu to hang up."

I was a little surprised when they made a regrettably drastic statement.

Match...

Feilong is trying to see the Lord by moving his neck, not only me, but also Sin, who has shut up. I reach out and I stroke, okay, okay. Feilong blinked his eyes at the comfort.

"... Why did Master Singh come to Wangdu?

I can't help it, they didn't even bring me here.

You can take a walk and run off to the witches, but you always come back. After all, I wonder if it's because I like Francesca.

Singh said, pompous.

"Tania said..., my mother said. If your mother dies, Beatrice will miss you, so stay with her.... Beatrice is a loner, so protect her."

In unexpected words I looked back unexpectedly. Loneliness......! Your Majesty?

"That's why I'm here. To be on Beatrice's side and protect Beatrice and Fran.... but Beatrice... I wonder if he didn't want me or something. I wonder if you wanted it simply because it's a convenient tool..."

Sure, there would be that aspect. I think His Majesty cares about Singh.

"... I don't know... because I'm not His Majesty..."

I speak my honest thoughts. Sin warped the edge of her mouth a little. I went on with the words.

"But I think your face, which His Majesty sees Master Singh,... is so sweet... such a look on the face of someone who doesn't need it, I think, I'll never"

Singh laughed a little, hopefully, and started swirling again.

"I don't think Remilia likes it. Talk to me like that on your own...... nobility is okay because that's normal?

Sin is obstinate.

My favorite, His Majesty Beatrice, because he suspects it's a tool. And you want me to empathize, maybe.

(But isn't that an assumption that I don't like getting engaged?... that I wouldn't like it either, like Singh doesn't like getting engaged...)

"... that's a common story"

"Nobility, it's weird. I can decide for myself who I'm with..."

Sin's gaze is directed towards the courtyard. Princess Francesca was looking up at us.

(Who I want to be with, huh)

Sin's feelings are a dada leak.

While I dared to make a faceless face, I tried to persevere... I think I can be more obstinate than Singh.

Make it, me, it's not popular.

I used it as an escort. And even though I didn't ask for it, Alexander is going to be prevented and ignored, and I didn't say I was going to get engaged, let alone fumbled away by Sin even though I didn't make a confession!

You guys don't like me that much.

You're gonna have to deal with Francesca! Jealousy.

Mmm, and when I mumble inside, what's wrong with Singh? I ask.

No, and I turned forward.

"My father said so. Noble marriage stories are just as changeable as the weather, so don't be serious..."

"Weather......"

And there are five of them.

"Five?

Suddenly, they told me how many people, and Singh tilted her neck.

"My father brought it back, a picture of my fiancée candidate"

Sin opened his mouth.

What do you say, it'll be amazing!

I managed to find the Count's grandson, the candidate, the minister's son, and then what? From thirty above to eight below.

The Duke's Lady (I) seems to be very hot on the paperwork.

Much to the point... Even Henrik is a candidate.

"Are you that much?

"It's not just Master Singh. My fiancée candidate. There are so many stories! … so not really, seriously, aside, not"

I turned to the side.

Sin and his engagement, sounds like fun, inside, though I thought...... It's just one of the "unpleasant things to be forced in the royal palace" for Singh, which is a little sad to know clearly.

But I'm sure if "me and Singh get engaged" in reality, it would be me harder than Singh.

'Cause I know who Singh likes.

I don't like political marriage, I don't know that. I may be able to tolerate the lack of sincere affection.

But if the "most priority woman" in the marriage isn't my real wife... I'm sure I can't help but be miserable every day...

"Don't worry, I won't be engaged to Master Singh"

My tone is obstinate, so Singh says, "Ah!," he whispered. At last, she realized that she was being rude. Sin shifted her gaze from me and said softly.

"... it's not like I don't like Remilia. With anyone, I just don't like it."

"You tried to run away from home."

"... I'm not running away from home, I'm taking a walk"

I think it's the same!