The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Uncle Yuzef and Sir Lehm corrected their posture to the appearance of their grumpy father, and the Marquises of Bertri thanked each other all the time.

Stannis looks up to heaven in a bad way, avoiding his father's gaze.

Although I also found that Lord Lame glanced at Baron Kirchner with his grey eyes cold, Baron Kirchner looks flat, refraining after his father.

"Marquise and what are you doing"

Asked in a grumpy voice, it was on Aunt Olga, not Stannis, who returned it.

"Good day, Leshek. I was just talking to Stannis about wanting to go for a walk in the garden. Hey, can I borrow your squire for a while?

The Duke of Kalish, he said, coldly.

"If you want to walk alone. You'll need time to spend alone."

Wow, obvious irony.

With no more cold contempt gaze than his father's ice, Aunt Olga smiled gracefully.

"Like you? - I can't, I like busy, bright places."

This on my aunt, too, is sarcasm for my drawn-out brother.

"You should make it fully busy out of my sight.... Stannis, back to the mansion. Make arrangements."

"I'm in awe"

Give me your father's words. Fortunately, Stannis slips through Aunt Olga's arms and turns back on her heels. There's a blatant relief on your back.

My aunt just didn't follow it deep enough and caught her mouth looking interesting for a moment. I open my fans to hide it, and I say to myself.

"I want to deepen my brother-in-law's relationship, but you can't always get along."

My oldest daughter, Aunt Katajina, loves her brother, Father Leshek, but not on my third aunt Olga. Most of the time, it ends with a reward for sarcasm.

"I'm sorry they got away."

Aunt Olga lay her eyes down with her closed fan against her chin. I fanned into Xu Ro and turned my consciousness to Baron Kirchner as if the cat who had missed the rat was grumpy and hairy, and when I got my honey-colored hair done, by the way.

"A rare combination, isn't it?

"I happened to see the Duke there. We're out of time, Marquise, Your Grace."

Baron Kirchner bowed his head and Simon Bertri narrowed his water-colored eyes with pleasure.

"You look good, Kirchner. As always, I heard you were making rough money in the north, didn't you? Are you bringing a good story about the economy to the Duke? If that's what you want me to tell you, too."

"Stop it, Marquis. People in the North are only sensitive to the interests of the North, and it may be a mystery to let others like us grab them."

"Ha, tough lame is"

Sir Lame threw up without even hiding his discomfort.

To the Northerners...... pulling seems like a dialogue that darkens criticism of His Majesty.

Father of His Majesty Beatrice...... that is, the first king of the present royal family, formerly of the northern border uncle. The northern part of the country is now borderline to the royal family.

Emerging aristocrats have many northern people.

Earlier the dialogue felt that the depression of Sir Lame could be deduced if the Northerners were to be His Majesty and the disputed goods were to be reworded to Canaan.

Pressed, freshly sparked territory (Canaan).

Baron Kirchner only smiled and took the frustration of the lame with ease.

As if to relieve the tension that ran on the men, Aunt Olga now shows Baron Kirchner a sweet smile as if to choke (mumble) that had earlier been directed at Stannis.

"Lame, that's a mean way of saying it. I can do anything I want if it's beautiful and enjoyable. Hey, Baron Kirchner. Come to my salon soon, okay? There's so much I want."

"Yes - I hope I can get you something in Madame's eyes."

"I'll buy what you recommend to me. Expect your conscience."

Is that okay? and Auntie Olga takes on her husband. Simon Bertri nodded to Eagle Deep.

"Fine, Olga. You can buy anything that suits you. Baron, bring in some fun stories from the north to comfort my wife."

At the same time that Sir Lame turned his gaze to blame, his servant on Aunt Olga, who arranged the carriage, came back, so the couple would be excused for this, he said to his father.

I was invited to visit the Marquis Mansion again, but without making myself clear, I laughed vaguely.

'Cause I'm a little scared.

An unusually young hall where Mrs. Bertri lives.

According to northern heritage, we are the Vaza clan, a family of darkness, and it's not strange to have a vampire who immerses himself in a sea of blood to keep him young.

The Marquis left while I was having silly delusions, so I took a sigh of relief and greeted Kirchner.

"I'm out of time, Baron Kirchner"

"You look fine. More importantly, Master Remilia. Have you grown tall?

Sir Lame became openly grumpy at the baron speaking to him intimately.

"What are you going to do, Kirchner? Neither the Duke nor the Lady of Warrants can easily talk about northern merchant style, like me, be modest."

"... Lord Lame"

Before Father said anything, Uncle Yuzef forgived Lord Lame.

The baron didn't look like he cared, but his father raised a slight eyebrow.

Sir Lehm does not mind continuing.

"Kirchner, speaking of which, you were the acquaintance of that mercenary collapse, weren't you? How dare you rely on an old handover to approach the Duke? Damn, that's sweet."

Mercenary collapse.

I looked up perfectly to the familiar ill mouth. It must be about Stannis.

Aunt Catagina also made fun of Stannis as a mercenary.

The baron denied exactly that, but Sir Lame did not fit in.

"Dear Leshek, it's time for that one to be banished somewhere - if you give way around the temple, you'll be happy to have that wild dog with a collar on. Well, even if Olga lowers it..."

"Lame!!

It was not Father who raised his voice, but Uncle Yuzef.

Sir Lame mumbles as a hacker.

I noticed the Duke of Karish watching the old man in silence.

Father looked faceless...... stared from the head of the lame to the toe of his nails, rolled the freezing sound loose and put the words on his tongue.

"... jigmund. Since when have you been able to give me orders?

Water-colored eyes glow blue as they conceive of fever.

"Who I talk to, how I treat my men - why I have to take orders from you"

"… instructions, etc., I say for your own sake."

"Terrible."

"... disrespect, words have passed"

Father turned away, said a word.

"It's uncomfortable. Leave."

Sir Lame let the humiliation seep into his gaze, but when he thanked him in silence, he turned back on his heels.

Noticing a shadow in the direction of walking - it was Isaac and Vincent - I stopped between the bundles but walked away again on my early feet.

(You saw something weird.)

When I somehow looked at the two of them, Isaac was emptying and looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, and Vincent was following the direction Canaan Bureim had left with a hard side.

You don't like Vincent, anti-queen like Lame.

"Dear Leshek,"

Uncle Yuzef called your father by name.

"I also apologize for the disrespect of Ram. - Canaan is in a less good situation now with Tice's invasion - the old man must have cared too... please, forgive me"

Father threw up.

It's not about your apologies.

Well, yes.

Trouble. I lowered my brow and as I approached my father, I pulled the hem of his hand.

"Is it about my dragon that your father and Baron Kirchner were with you? If so, I'm sorry. Even to the Baron. Sir Lehm excused himself, and he didn't like it."

Father stared back at me... slightly and sighed.

"It's not just about Remilia's dragon... but I'm sorry, Baron"

"No, such"

Oh, your father looks great, but he's apologizing!

Uncle Yuzef stroked his chest down with relief and slapped him lightly in the mouth.

"Honestly, I suspect that Baron Kirchner sold the dragon to the Duke's house by relying on Stannis' legend (once)? - What about around there, former mercenaries (...)"

Uncle Yuzef called me from above, and Stannis put a little face out of the shadow of the pillar, so I should! and jumped back and hid behind his father.

"It's wet clothes, Master Yuzef. Baron Kirchner and I have been erasing each other's memories for the past few years."

"Since when, Stannis!

Stannis grinned.

"It's around the wild dogs, ma'am. - Master Lame is so scared he can't get out - but I'm sure he's a white hairy fuzzy cute dog if I were a dog. Wild dogs are terrible, and so is Lord Lehm."

White hairy fuzzy dog?

Normally?

I don't know about that, and I lean my neck, and Uncle Yuzef upper and Baron Kirchner half-eyed.

"To correct the status quo perception, you'd better refresh your glasses"

"I'll keep it cheap, you want to rebuild it?

My father laughed with his nose, too.

"What's cute, apologize to all dog lovers, thick.... and then don't get caught easily by Olga. Run as fast as you can."

Stannis smiled bitterly at this and apologized.

"By the way, Baron Kirchner. Is that the Baron's son over there?

Uncle Yuzef saw Isaac and Vincent up there.

Baron Kirchner smiles bitterly, nodding.

"Duke, may I greet the Duke and the next Earl of Kaminski with his stupidity"

Father's fine, I promise.

"- Although my son seems to have heard a very rude mouth from the Duke before"

You remembered when they sold the dragon, and Father narrowed his eyes slightly pleasantly.

"- I'm intolerant of Northern disrespect, so I don't care."