The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"Dear Remilia, Can I help you if you need me?

Close your eyes, Vincent says.

I'm not in any trouble! I looked so done, I sat back on the bench.

"Beh, it's nothing, don't worry about it"

Vincent offered his hand respectfully to me as I turned away thinking my face was hot.

"If it's nothing, give me your hand. Your Highness is here for you, Master Remilia?

I think Vincent with a cool face knows what he's doing.

I stared up at Vincent after biting his back teeth.

"I'll be there later. Will you go first?

To my words, they looked at each other. Then Alexander sighed.

"Are you going to keep His Highness waiting?

"I'll be right there!

"... From what I've seen, your hair seems to be caught....... Dear Remilia, Let's get it."

I nodded because I was pointed out extremely calmly. Again, it's broken! Uh, uh, I'm not dressed, anymore! Vincent turns to the side and laughs. Damn right.

I beg you with a voice that seems to disappear, I groaned.

"Now, excuse me."

and alexandel looked down at me for a moment, then touched my hair but often fought and tilted my neck.

"You're attached… very rude, Master Remilia. Can I cut your hair?

"What!"

I was a little.

What's caught is a room by the shoulder. If I cut that place, it'll be hard to get it all together.

"Wait, stop!

Alexander put the color of dissatisfaction on his eyes.

"... but you won't be able to leave it entangled"

I blued. It won't be a big deal for Alexander, but my hair is all the way around my hips when I lower it, so if I cut it out of alignment, it's a hassle to stretch it out of there again.

Honey-colored hair is one of my few, I don't really want to cut it because it's a compliment from people to let go.

I stopped while staring at Alexander's face with a cramped smile.

"... Dear Alexander, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you call Stannis?

If your hand is clever, Stannis, you'll solve it crisply.

Alexander frowned.

"Are you your... example (...) samurai?

What's an example? I don't know, but I nodded.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Though I don't think I have to bother calling him. It's faster to hang up, Master Remilia."

For some reason, Alexander put his hand on my hair.

What is it? No way! You're not really gonna hang up, are you? I shook my head.

"So it's okay. Call Stannis."

"Dear Remilia, when you move, your hair becomes more and more tangled"

Alexander calmly pointed out to my rejection.

"Just hang up a little"

"No."

"Your hair will grow again."

Maybe so, but no!

Either your attitude is simply rude or insensitive!? Vincent broke in between me refusing so hard and Alexander looking down with a troubled face.

"Alexander. Wait."

"What is it, Lord Yunker?"

"Do you have a hobby for cutting the hair of a reluctant woman?

Alexander snorts.

"It's out of the heart. … I was just trying to help Master Remilia out of an unnatural attitude"

To his unclean words, Vincent shook his head when he said he had a headache.

"... Your Highness's escort is going to hurt the hair of the Duke of Karish's maid. I can't help being punished, can I? First of all, isn't there a hair toward a woman?

Yes, Master Vincent, say more!

Alexander was dissatisfied, but we imitated Vincent and I past him, and he bowed his head to a special victory.

"Miss Remilia, stay still for a moment."

That's what I said, Vincent. I took the knife out of my chest. Although the knife was a large western-style blade of paper knife, I was a little surprised.

Involving Vincent Yunker, "Remilia" is claustrophobic or execution or death. I feel like some end was stabbed to death in return for him attacking me.

Vincent frowned in my fright.

"... I won't cut a girl's hair on my own."

I didn't make that misconception, but I nodded.

I'm sorry, it's a condition reflex.

'Cause I'm gonna cut the rose.'

"So, but His Royal Highness's rose"

Can I cut it without permission?

Maybe Alexander feels the same way, he was unresponsive to my hair, and, worried, he looked at Vincent.

Vincent sees us with a frightened face.

"I'm not the Duke, and as much as I broke a rose, Your Highness won't be angry."

Ugh, and I'm stuck in words.

When I did it in the garden of the Duke of Roses (Bulbotta), it was a big flame project, so I didn't have the idea of cutting the rose.

Vincent crisply cut off the rose stem around my hair, often fighting my hair when I was free, and he untied me.

"Go ahead, ma'am?

"... thank you, thank you"

To be honest, Vincent flaunted his shoulder.

"That's right, Master Remilia. Roses love you. Come on, but don't let them catch you when you're alone."

To translate straight, you're doing dumb things all by yourself, aren't you, big king of taste?

But it really is, so I can't say it back......

"I'll be careful..."

I looked up at him, and, ah, lowered my voice.

There's blood seeping through Vincent's fingertips. Roses, if not treated, have surprising thorns growing in their stems. And the thorn is sharp for what it is.

"There's blood on my fingers."

"It's not on your hair, don't worry"

"I don't care about that!

Vincent hid his hand from my gaze and immediately healed, he replied softly. But I feel guilty.

Then Alexander, who watched us in silence, called Vincent's name.

Lord Yunker, give me your hand.

Without asking, Alexander takes Vincent's finger. Vincent, watching suspiciously, turned his eyes round, and I also said, "Well!," he exclaimed.

Some of the wounds that Alexander made on Vincent's fingers as he applied his strength blocked him while he looked.

When you receive the handkerchief I gave you from your chest, wipe the remaining blood.

The scar had disappeared without a trace.

"... thank you very much, Alexander"

"This is the first time I've seen it, where the psychic heals the wound better. That's amazing."

"No."

Alexander takes our acknowledgments and praises for granted and diverts his gaze from me.

I wonder what caused his unlikely hostility towards me.

Anyway, if it's just hostility, I kind of feel pretty concerned... Should I find out why to someone? Should I not be thoroughly involved?

"What's wrong, it's late for all three of us."

Hiya, and Isaac turned up.

"The princess was admiring the rose."

Then, Vincent says, he walks away. Ah, handkerchief.

"I'll wash it and give it back"

When he leaves, he constantly abandons himself and leaves.

Alexander looked at me and Isaac, and followed Vincent first.

"... what's wrong?

The eye-catching Isaac asked me when he saw the cut rose.

I was dressed badly and I talked about my hair being caught and Vincent untying my hair, and then Alexander's healing power.

"Did you catch your hair? Remilia, it's Doji."

"... I have no objection"

Haha, and he laughed at me and I put my mouth in heh letters.

"Alexander can be prevented, Sin can be plunged, Yunker can be frightened..."

Is today a bad day?

Isaac narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

"... Sin flirted with you?

Oh, my God, you look relieved! I turned to the side.

"Master Singh has no idea who I am."

Francesca, you're a muscle, aren't you?

I'm the knob next to the sashimi anyway. Isn't that nice, Daikon? It's healthy and delicious...

"Because the Dragons say there are a lot of men with deep feelings and a long way to go"

"Because I didn't just have an engagement story with Master Singh. There's plenty of you, fiancée candidate!

It's on the papers!

Isaac was lavish, he laughed and then lurked his voice.

"... For your information, Remilia's, what's the ideal fiancée like?

"Reference?"

"No... I wonder what kind of a nobleman you like, or something"

It's unusual for him, and it's full of it.

Market research? I thought about it.

"Right,... First of all, you're tall."

"Shinji"

"Hair might be nicer with a light color"

Gold or... white close to silver?

"Shut up."

"Eyes are gorgeous colors, with a sweet voice..., swordsmen, strong, slightly crude lords, exotic incense, people traveling on dragons..."

"... Remilia, I, I have someone who thinks so much of me"

"He's a fictional person!

I laughed, oho, and grabbed the heart stone of the dragon I always had under my clothes.

I think of a dragon man, just once I met with Pooh Won.

I may never see you again, but if someone nice like Yen asked me to marry you, I'd already, I'd be delighted.

Kneel, exotic beautiful knight and deep-window courtier (I) ……!

Woohoo, it's like a story.

As I snuggled, a little Stannis appeared from the rose hedge.

"What, are you talking silly delusions to others, lady?"

"Well, Stannis, you're eavesdropping!

When I was outraged, Stannis looked down at me with his hands on his hips, "I don't know who you're talking about.

"As the lady says..., my lords are not all sorts of things. I'm sure it's up to Rokudenasi, who has no handle other than his face, to take all his fortune in gambling, to run away while he's peeling off and letting Kata in debt dishwash his disciples, or to train his disciples until he dies on eight hits"

"Wow, I didn't identify anyone. And why are you so specific, Stannis?"

Stannis sparkled his glasses.

It's a general theory.

General theory?!

Isaac was distressed by something next to us.

"Shin...... let's have some milk"

Yeah? Is Isaac worried about his height? I looked at him with pity and sympathy.

I know Isaac doesn't grow that tall. You're the tiniest of the four grown offensive targets. Not that it's low, but it's average.

I guess Sin and Alexander, who are no different from Isaac now, grow all at once, too.

Stannis looked away and sighed.

"I also tried a lot in anticipation of growing taller during the growing season, but it doesn't work that way on milk"

To the mourning of experience, eh! and Isaac looked up at Stannis.

"It simply loosens your belly,... 90% of your height is hereditary"

"Oh, no."

Stannis isn't that tall either.

But Isaac knows a lot about the social situation, doesn't he?... and so far I thought, and I pounded, and hit my hand.

I didn't have a source about me or the Vaza family situation right now, I thought. All you have to do is tell the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce and Isaac!

Fortunately, Isaac tells me you can teach me how to ride a dragon, and if you have something to buy, you can ask the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce.

Isaac doesn't seem to have much hostility to me, so he should be able to tell me if it's an unwarranted rumor.

Next time you come to visit me at the Mansion, ask me all about it!

Compared to Isaac, who was somewhat stubborn with me, Stannis shook his shoulder.

I said it was time for the meeting to be over, so I got a lily from His Highness Francesca to follow the greenhouse.

"Too bad I didn't have much fun talking to Remilia today. Now just Marianne and the three of us can talk about fairy tales."

Francesca, who sent me to the greenhouse exit, invited me to do so, so I nod.

- I'm looking forward to it.

It was kind of a day to think about how unpopular I am, but I feel so good to have been able to talk to Francesca a lot.

Regardless of whether Francesca's favor can be fulfilled, let's explore the situation with your father.

I contribute to the peace of His Majesty Francesca's (...) days for the sake of the house and his own peace, yeah.

"Your Highness is a character in Kepelburg, who do you like"

To my question the princess laughed with a pranky look.

Francesca says she always likes the drunk dragon Qu.

Well, surprise!

"I feel free to say something spicy to everyone and relax in person, right? - Sometimes I want to try to live like that... don't tell everyone, okay?

Francesca, with her index finger on her lips and one eye on her, was like a cute, age-appropriate girl.

I must have laughed and left the greenhouse behind.

As we proceeded down the hallway, several men walking in noticed us and stopped talking. A man dressed in a military uniform walks up to me smiling.

"Dear Remilia, I didn't know you wanted it"

It was Uncle Yuzef.

My mother's brother, who was a soldier-like, disappointed figure, but had a gentle atmosphere.

I give the lily to Stannis, say hello, and then put the three men behind him in sight and silence by accident.

Sir Heidegger, the boss of Uncle Yuzef.

The heavy town of the Vaza clan, which governs Canaan, is currently in the middle of a dispute. Jigmunt Lame, Count of Canaan.

Then the other one.

The person with the light golden hair peered into me with clear watery (...) eyes like glass balls when she looked at me.

"Remilia?... Long time no see, I didn't know because I was growing up."

Do you remember who I am with a smile that I don't feel evil about? Asked, I was forced to make a smile and thank him.

Simon Bertri, Marquis of Steinburg.

It was one of my father's sisters, Aunt Olga's husband and wife.