The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Baron Kirchner was invited to Olga, the Lady, to visit the Marquis Steinburg family only a few days after he was invited.

Marquis, Simon Bertri was absent as he told the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce envoy, - Olga Bertri, who was entrusted to be away, was wearing a simple pearl-colored dress. There is no such thing as jewellery on the white chest, but instead the clavicle is so dazzling.

Strange glossy pearl-colored dress, but not the same color on one side.

The slightly golden yarn is finely embroidered on the sleeves, hem and torso, highlighting her natural curved beauty, which would not have been used, for example, in a basket or corset.

"It's ridiculous for a woman to dress cramped in a mansion."

And I'm not sure if it's because of what Olga said.

but the wealthy women of Wangdu imitate her in small proportions and dress equally unclothed.

But you're a beautiful woman.

Kirchner was rather frightened than impressed.

Beautiful, not just terribly young. I'm sure they're in their mid thirties, but even if I say 10 is below, I can't seem to make it through.

Simply in terms of shaping, Kirchner does not know a human being who shoulders Princess Francesca and the Duke of Karish.

But in terms of getting to know yourself and charming you beautifully, Olga would pull out the group.

(In the first place, the young lady (...) seems to like the work clothes)

It reminds me of the Duke I met the other day that you were still beautifully shaped in vain.

Kirchner thinks that the misfortune of his (or) Duke would have created a beauty that was not commensurate with his inner solidity.

That - people, or nobility, want to be fooled by beautiful fantasies.

If he smiles crowned with a crown, even if it is the bloody army that holds the reins, or a bunch of greedy fanatics - the majority of the people will not question their country singing peace and prosperity.

It's not dark, it's beautiful as a dream, - less greedy.

As a puppet, no one is as attractive as him.

It is impossible for the Prime Minister (Yunker) to be concerned about Leshek's trends so that he may be cut as a billboard in the hands of the Queen at any time.

Dragging in the garden and wasting your beauty could, in fact, have been a clever way to prescribe yourself.

In contrast to his brother, Kirchner looked at the Duke's half-sister (ahh), who was making the most of the beauty he was born with, not to be rude, but without hiding praise.

- Kirchner does not have the option of not loving what he wants to show.

"I'm so glad you're here so soon, Baron Kirchner"

Olga Bertri, smiling softly, laid her eyes down as she approached him.

I get the urge to unwittingly and unexpectedly measure the calculated and exhausted angle so that I know the length of my lashes well.

I definitely want to know what cosmetics and appliances I would use to make my eyelashes so long and exquisitely rounded.

(And I want to mass produce it and brand it Marquise style and sell it)

While I was half serious......, Kirchner thanked me.

"Thank you for allowing us to visit, Marquise"

"Others behave. I miss you - how many years has it been since I've seen you without a husband like this?

A crisp red color that does not damage the product draws a clear arc.

The young man who refrained behind her - he would still be in his late teens - looked at Kirchner with his eyes for a moment and then lay down his eyes carefully.

Dark-haired, blue-grey eyes are common in the north, so maybe they're from the north.

Kirchner smiled, heartbroken to see something dirty from the young man in the area.

Where I dare to say things in a misleading way is no different - I have certainly met Marquis (Simon) several times with her, but none of them have anything to do with a glossy story. I came to the battlefield to console her, to look after her, to escort her in her adultery, to that extent.

But I decided that it would be an honor for her to remember her interacting with herself.

"Hey, Kirchner. What did you bring me today?

"I broke a bone to think about what I can recommend to Madame... because if Madame laughs at what she brings, she will be abandoned by Her Ladyship throughout the King's Capital"

"You exaggerate."

Don't let the adorable Olga fool you.

This woman's reputation in the capital of the Northern Country Chamber of Commerce (Kirchner) will be brought down to the bottom in a few words.

"Don't rush me, tell me?

"What do you think it is?

Let's play with the words, and Olga throated for fun if you hold on.

"You're not a big bag, are you? I thought you'd show me the beautiful cloth of the Fan Empire."

"Because Madame will already have many. Today's dress would be one of them."

"Oh, is that a beautiful gem?

"Now I know you're innocent, such as trading in things that adorn your wife."

"The dragon that your son sold to his niece?

"If the Marquise wishes, a beautiful chick is still in our house, but this time it's off,"

"So what?

Kirchner turned his people-loving smile to Olga Bertri.

"If you can, before I introduce you, I'd like you to close your eyes, ma'am."

"... that would be disrespectful, Master Kirchner"

A boy who was keeping silence beside Olga snorts.

Oh, Kirchner thought of the boy unexpectedly, wondering if he was being played with. He had fangs that bit about the watchdog.

"Stop it, Alois"

When the Marquise is gently embarrassed, the boy obeys dissatisfied, but adultly.

"I wonder what? Sometimes."

The lady ordered the boy to close his eyes, and he also closed his eyes and shook his long lashes.

On Kirchner's signal, a person waiting in the front room enters the room.

He (...), exhaled as he stood...... shook off his right hand in a motion that flowed from shoulder to chest.

(……………… sound!)

Scratched, melodies pour out.

Olga raised her face with her eyes closed to the high sound of violin swallowing and crying.

The sound runs down its nose tip.

Drawn out to play dissonance, it happens to be one line at the next moment, nodding to the room, bumping into each other.

Resonate.

(Fingers, fast -!)

Colour syllables faster than you've ever heard before, a running stream of music.

Olga holds her breath, even overwhelmed by the sounds that flow.

It was only a matter of a few seconds after all the noise had ended that I finally breathed.

"… over,"

Olga slowly opened her eyes, prompted by an unsympathetic voice.

And the performer - to the fact that the Lord of the Voice was alone - once again tongues, even though he had predicted.

Kirchner smiles at the Marquis just saying, how about it?

Olga stood up in a grumpy mood and turned her attention to the young man sitting down with the violin.

Around twenty years old?

Under dull gray hair, hiding a sharp facade.

"... what about him?

To Olga's voice, he turned to Kirchner as the youth asked.

"You can introduce yourself."

A young man raises his face and notices that the color of his left eye is slightly faint. The gaze that looks straight at this one is also slightly out of focus.

I could see the blindness.

"... it's Klaus, Marquise"

I guess not naming your family name means you're a civilian.

Speak up unfathomably, and speak nothing else. Kirchner supplements it with a relaxed tone.

"You think the Marquis' musician recently quit? I was wondering if you might be looking for... this guy."

Olga laughed without a voice.

Until last month, the Marquis musicians drowned in Simon's favorite samurai to buy Simon's unhappiness - Olga had disappeared without knowing either.

I didn't know Kirchner knew that.

Maybe there's something close to Kirchner in the mansion.

"Who might I introduce you to? Were you playing in some mansion?

The young man laughed sarcastically.

"Mostly at Madame Elina's."

"Elina?"

Kirchner replied with a laugh to Olga's question as to how many houses, if any, Elina.

"It's in the West Side of Wangdu - it's a tavern, ma'am. By the way, there are no referrals - Klaus is a dubious, civilian man."

Olga looked at Kirchner.

"- As a marquis musician, you tell me to keep this miserable man?

The two men didn't even wander over Olga's provocative words.

Klaus is not a particularly beautiful man. Tall, but too thin. It wouldn't be the same if it were love, but I'm grumpy and frowning as if I smelled something smelly.

Olga turns off her grin and opens her fan in a grumpy mood.

Musicians mostly go out to night clubs and play sound.

Because it is, so to speak, like a noble ornament, naturally good looking young people are chosen.

The young man named Klaus is skinny to look at, and he looks miserable.

I don't feel like Kirchner recommending that.

(but......)

Yes, I think, on the other hand, I trembled remembering the earlier sound.

Kirchner doesn't feel comfortable patrolling Olga.

"No, Marquise. I want you to buy it."

Get close to him in order to set the rules.

For the first time in a position that seemed breathtaking, the youth noticed Olga.

The left eye has a strong red tea, the right eye is like a wet whale feather, black.

- Not a bad color.

"You don't see it at all, do you? Born?"

The response of the youth is short.

"When I was a child, I was sick. Totally on the left."

"What about the right?

"Pull over nearby and you'll have some… no trouble living"

Olga was silent. An attitude I don't care about, but sure, that performance was a great skill.

You can even say it was sweet.

"Again, can you hear me?

To the Marquise's request, the young man distorted his face uncomfortably and threw up.

"Kirchner told me only once, so I played it. You're not even a guest, but I don't want to play it twice."

In disrespectful words, Olga snorts.

"Well, that you're a man with no nose. You're very confident, aren't you?

"I'm a musician, so I'm eating."

The Marquise laughed with her nose at the young man's vanity.

"Oh, yeah. - You're not cute. If you're going to be humble, I thought I'd give you a little compliment - if so - and I'll be honest, it sounds terrible. Cheap violin sounds! The high noise cracks, like an extinct demon! You know why I'm not making the highest noise?

Olga took the violin from his arm. I'm tired. I look at it with my fingers like I pity it. Not bad shape or varnish for a cheap item. But it's just "not bad".

"Because the yarn roll is distressed. It doesn't matter how harmonious this is. I don't know where you're playing it, but the moisture is driving the bow crazy too - the musicians will listen and make you laugh. I can't manage one of my instruments satisfactorily. Come and tell me what you mean about a man playing such a cheap sound, Kirchner."

Kirchner laughed, not in a hurry.

"You can't explain it. - That's the man's limit. He works with a drunk Ibiki who doesn't even know how to read music. Gold that buys strings disappears into booze. Sometimes you get drunk."

Silently shot through by Olga, Kirchner glanced over his shoulder.

"But I'm a dreamer. You take stupid things seriously. Let this man have a first-rate instrument, not as good as you, to a fat ear guest - but what happens if he tells people he only thinks it's an accompaniment to a nightclub such as music? I'm sure you'll lose your temper."

That's what I say, laugh.

"So, Marquise, would you please invest in this disrespectful man"

"Why, I will"

"Because no woman can love anything more beautiful than the Marquis without being imprisoned by established values."

"Oh, good flattery"

"I mean it. If you don't buy it for me, this man will continue to waste his talents in a lodging or end-of-place liquor store. Well, in a couple of years, your fingers won't move properly because of the booze."

After some silence, Olga asked Klaus, not Kirchner.

"- How much do you want?

I know they put me on Kirchner, but funnier than that, I'm more than willing to feel spared the youth in front of me.

Klaus swallowed -, mouthed - the Marquise's direct offer.

"I want 400 in years"

"Become"

The boy beside Olga raised his voice unexpectedly.

Kirchner had his jaw off heavily in Klaus' words, keeping his soaked face.

(Oh, my God, you're kidding!)

Kirchner had calculated that he hated boredom more than anything, and that if Olga loved music, he would pay me 300th for this insane offer.

And he said he had included that in advance as well as good for Klaus.

"... I haven't even paid a musician who's been at the Marquis' for years."

"My arm is worth it. You get double the royal soloist, don't you? It's cheaper than that."

Say, Klaus turned sideways.

I said something stupid, you're mocking yourself.

Olga looks at the situation with obvious discomfort.

An awkward silence came down - Olga moved when Kirchner just began to wonder if this had screwed up.

Olga - when he held the fan, which remained closed, lifted the man's jaw.

As I stare, I look, and I look inexorably at the shivers and the man - heh, and I laugh.

"Fine, interesting. I'll pay you double what you said."

"What!"

A side-by-side boy raises his voice beside Olga.

Kirchner accidentally floated his back, too.

It's not like it's broken.

800, if any, equals the knight's annual income. In this country, where musicians are not highly qualified, it can be unusual. Olga continued her words with a cool face.

"Except only three years. I don't know the rest."

"Oh, you, are you crazy"

Klaus at the time said, in dismay.

"Oh, it's the same price as a soloist in the Royal Palace, isn't it? - You slap me in the big mouth, I'm not sure? Then quit."

To provocation, the red left eye stares at Olga.

"On the same terms, - I'm a few steps up."

"Whether you're humble or confident, you don't know, man? I don't hate big language. If you're going to put a foil on it that I bought anyway, it would be more fun to be clear, wouldn't it? The Marquise slapped a big one on the musician at the miserable end of the scene - the public will pay close attention, so if you're confident in your arms, prove it's worth it in front of the masses. If you look back on it, if you screw up and buy mockery..."

Pressured by a low voice, Klaus slurred his throat.

"Try to embarrass me by playing such a frustrating mix as earlier. I'll tear you apart, lettering (...) Ri. Then, if you're going to slap me in the mouth, stop making such a humble expression as you just did. If you are my musician, look before the queen with perseverance."

Olga dropped the fan.

"But don't just look me in the eye. Always keep your eyes down? - I don't care who bites you, just obey me."

Klaus, be silent.

Eventually, I drowned my head like I gave up. Kirchner also gently loosens the fist he was gripping in at some point.

"As you say, - Master Olga."

"Don't call me names easy, I'm uncomfortable."

"- I understand, I have.... Marquise"

"That's fine,... Alois"

"Yes."

"Take this man and let me change into decent clothes"

"... Yes, Marquise"

The boy nods, but looks at Klaus with a face that is about to bite.

As a watchdog, you think I made a nasty purchase.

The boy, nevertheless, this way, and polite the man's instrument, held his hand and guided him.