The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

My daughter wants a greenhouse, she says.

"... I can't believe it's the same hobby as Leshek..."

My wife groaned blushly to distress why, but Leshek, the Duke of Karish, pretended not to hear.

Cardina, home to the Vaza clan, is an agricultural power.

A country in the middle of the continent, with privileged, abundant water and four seasons with beautiful land without greenery.

It is only natural for those born and raised there to love plants. Besides, my daughter says that she wants to make herbs for her grandfather.

Besides, it seemed terribly sweet to revive Leshek's grandson's greenhouse, where almost no one had ever set foot since her mother died.

The greenhouse Mihau, the gardener, got in with Remilia's hope, was quite stunning.

Flowers are better in the wild. Leshek likes them, but old, stuffy greenhouses aren't too bad.

Joanna, my sister who visited me in a good mood, said she missed going into the greenhouse and looked at me curly.

"I remember my mother."

"I don't remember a greenhouse"

"Really?"

"I feel nostalgic..."

The last three half-sisters (ah) were married early, and their father, Matheush, was ill before Leshek was distracted.

So, in my memory, the only first family in Leshek - who lived in this house - was my worried mother and Joanna.

This greenhouse was home to three members of the family, Joanna says.

My mother, too, became angry at seven times, and the two were taken to her grandparents' mansion… When her grandparents died successively within a year, they were now taken to Kaminski's mansion.

Far away, such as the memory of three parents and children who spent time in a greenhouse, the air seems to be something they remember as a sensation.

Seeing the greenhouse I could, I miss Sebastian and Mikhau, and I was loosening my cheeks.

I thought the two ancient ginseng servants seemed happy in some strange way, and now I softly stepped into a greenhouse where no one was.

Soaking in sentiment often,

"Hello, is anybody there? If you're here, help me... is that your husband?"

The feeling of hesitation disturbed the voice of an innocent man.

If you look, Stannis is carrying something around his sleeve.

"What are you doing, you"

"What - you'll see. It's work, every day. Manual labor. Oh, sir, can you carry a chair for anything?

Remilia's hope apparently led Stannis to set up a table and chairs in the greenhouse.

Leshek snorted, "Do you have a man who uses the Lord?"

Sit on the edge of a tall flowerbed and deliberately put your feet together.

"Hate and something heavier than a dish, I won't have"

"Yes, yes, that was it - it was the Duke. I only work in the garden, so I thought you were a gardener."

"Say it."

Mutual tones are only used when there is no room for others.

Regardless of the leshek to observe, Stannis handily carried the table and set it up to show it.

"Place, how about here? If"

"A little more, I think I'd like the left"

Since Stannis tilted his neck and did the trick of saying why, Leshek pointed the ceiling with his right hand.

"There, the sun is a little strong. - If it's a little to the left, even if it's western, the trees will ease, right? If you want to sit down, you better."

"I see. The plant thing is just as exciting."

Stannis laughed at the look on her face, looking just like the lady, when she put on a dialogue with a thorn and pretended not to ask her side.

'Cause you're a parent and a child, it'll look like it.'

"Master Left."

Stannis laughed and laughed at what was wrong and finished moving the table position as Lechek instructed.

I pampered my hand, and I paid, and I nodded, OK.

"Here, how about that?

"Yeah, not bad"

"The truth is - I, too, wanted to plant flowers with the lady..."

Stannis is blurry.

Reshek sat back in the chair set up by Stannis and looked at his daughter's greenhouse.

He said he would plant herbs in flower beds and grow them for now, but the next day he was whining, "I wonder if it's eggplant, cucumber or tomato," so it's going to be some sort of unidentified home garden.

It's funny that there's no unity, but I guess it's about the age when I'm interested in all sorts of things. Maybe.

"You? - Stop it. wither."

When he raised one eyebrow cleverly, Stannis dropped his shoulder disappointingly. Leshek laughed at his mouth alone without speaking out.

Stannis, who has the rare attribute of mostly withering when growing plants, is forbidden to enter the Rose Garden of Leshek (for once withering half of it in ten days), whether it is a dragon mixer or an alien as a dragon.

"Lemiria's greenhouse will wither, too, you."

Like my rose garden, I say with some grudge.

"I won't wither! The young rose garden was just too temperamental and watered!

"I don't know, you're cursed"

Sit down, pointing, and Stannis obeyed quietly, but blurted and cheeked at the table.

If you look at him with disrespect, your gaze is caught.

Somehow, I asked.

"... Stannis, you remember my mother's greenhouse"

Stannis said he was in the same mansion as the Lesheks and their families for just one time at a young age. He was immediately taken to the military, so Leshek, a young man, has no memory of Stannis back then.

By the time I first met him, Stannis was already an adolescent boy.

The boy, dressed in military uniform, when Kaminski brought him to Leshek, looked down at Leshek with cold eyes and bowed his head only to form.

Impressions would have sucked, each other.

Over time, Stannis, who had been instructed by the military to have a future, retired and became Leshek's escort, with some cause and effect for a long time.

Looking for the shadow of his time in the army and looking at Stannis's side, the samurai tilted his neck with his cheek wand on, hmm.

Sure, it may have calmed down, but being a disrespectful man (against Leshek) doesn't change.

"... I never really talked to your wife, but I remember this greenhouse... you surprised me with so many beautiful flowers I've never seen. I didn't know there was such a beautiful place in the world."

To a tone I miss like a monologue, yeah, crunch.

My mother looks at the ceiling wondering what she was planting here.

The light through the vitreous softens with the trees and gently descends.

Would there have been a gentle time here for parents and children who died young?

The two of us watch the greenhouse silently for a while.

Speaking of which, Stannis opened his mouth.

"The lady says she'll plant potatoes for me."

"Potatoes?"

Cucumbers, eggplant, tomatoes and potatoes.

Does Remilia intend to create a vegetable garden, not a herbal garden?

"Lord Vika said I should pump Sebastian with strawberries from the field."

"That's extensive."

"Bullying, for when you get poor, preparing for food distress, he says... bullying"

……………………

Off his gaze from Stannis, who specializes in wiping tears, Leshek pointed in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Pretend you don't hear me say it disgustingly because some guy doesn't work, lady, you must be anxious.

Stannis laughed at the way it looked and put her gaze back in front again.

"What will it look like from now on? Looking forward to it."

I didn't ask what it was.

It won't just be about the greenhouse.

"... right, I look forward to it"

Rarely leaking the truth, Stannis loosened his mouth.

Pretend not to notice that, reassemble your legs.

"You should plant all sorts of things - whatever it is, just be there, it's beautiful"

Stannis narrowed his eyes to Leshek's words.

Light tea eyes may appear golden depending on the addition or subtraction of light.

"You mean the greenhouse, sir"

"It's about the greenhouse."

Leshek flaunted his shoulder.

tickles, and the samurai stands up laughing.

"The lady seems to want a cup of tea at this table. Can you make sure you're comfortable sitting down, sir?

Let's have some tea, and Stannis once in a while says something carefree.

Reshek waved to his disrespectful servant and commanded him.

"Make it booze. Sometimes you hang out."

"If you have orders."

Stannis praises him deliberately, gives him the edge of his mouth and drops it off.

There was approaching winter cold air outside, but the small greenhouse was full of soft warm air.

End