The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

When the two left, Olga hid her mouth with a fan and shot Kirchner with her water-colored eyes.

There, without any melancholy or grieving colour, it reminds me of the eyes of the actress of previous years who got off the stage.

"… rumor has it that the Kirchner Chamber of Commerce has given a mistress to Olga the maniac."

"I know the Marquis isn't playing as well as rumored to by the public - the boy earlier isn't related as the muttering people say, either, is he? - It's like watching the lady protect her mother"

"Aloise is special...... I picked her up on behalf of my dead son. I've been on my side since I was a baby... well, maybe it's like my son"

Olga loosened her mouth and gazed at Kirchner.

I'm a tall woman, so my gaze doesn't change much.

"Hey, Kirchner. This business deal doesn't seem to make you any money, but what are you going to do?

"No, it's an investment in the future. If he comes out of your sight, we'll make plenty of money afterwards to hear his voice - and we'll have an audience that won't like it."

"You're a strange man. It's been a long time."

"It's my hobby to love the talents of young people."

"Yeah, right. You like busy young men, don't you?"

They say it in an inclusive way, and you've always liked to say it in a misleading way, haven't you? - That's exactly what Kirchner didn't argue with.

"… I wonder if I can add anything to your hobbies and plans. Whoo-hoo, they made me lose."

Kirchner laughed in the face of the merchant.

"We won't let our customers lose money. Even more so if he is beautiful - if he keeps his name in future generations, the name of the goddess who found and protected the great musician will also be forever remembered by the people. It is boring for a woman like you to be secretly described in the lineage diagram as the wife of the Marquis of Steinburg, who existed with dozens of people in the history of Cardina. We should leave the name of Olga Bertri, guardian of the arts. - Don't you think so?"

"You've been the same for a long time, you're a disgusting man... Keep people concerned about that, and make decisions that illuminate them as if they had made them"

Olga said, putting the grin on his mouth again.

"It's an honor to keep it in praise. So, what's your purchase?

"Fine. That was quite an interesting product... Baron Kirchner. I'll look forward to your next visit. But now come and sell something that's normally shaped."

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If you nod, the closer you are going to be mouthed, the more you are peering into your beautiful face.

Bitterly laughing that he was not being played, and taking a courteous step back, Kirchner moaned respectfully into the lady's white hand.

Carriage in front of a raucous theater, Kirchner descended with his wand in one hand.

The sky was bright, but I can tell by the foot wound that rain would begin to shake.

The left leg is prosthetic, so the contact area with the instrument is dull and painful.

Passing by dancers and actors practicing on stage and sliding themselves into a small room in the deepest part of the dressing room, he called out to the man who was smoking and staring at a bunch of paper.

The man said, unmindfully, welcome back.

"How was it? Where's the tail? Klaus doesn't seem to be here."

Klaus, as it were, was taken half abducted by Olga.

Kirchner's plan is to take his baggage away from the Cheap House room he had in Negijo.

Talking about the upside of things, the man just glanced.

"Double it! That's a luxury. That's the Marquise. But you're still insane."

"I spared his arm to make him bury me."

He said he grew up in a wealthy house when he was a kid.

Violin also said she was obsessed with learning about it back then.

However, the house has fallen and he has lived a step ahead of him in going to the slums since he blinded himself.

If you get bought an arm and play it once in a while in the theater - fight pointing out that the singer's pitch is off, and if you play it in a liquor store, the guests ask you to, you won't get a song you don't like.

You're a confident man, humble.

You're ambitious, self-inflicted.

What Kirchner found him in was also a dumpster in a late-night tavern. I had a fight with a customer - the owner slapped me.

Weirdly attracted to Klaus like a wild dog, he picked it up and went home, and his wife sighed, "You again..."

Then I took him around - this time around - to provoke the reluctant Klaus in half, and took him to Olga.

Says.

"- Are you scared, anyway, you're not sure you can satisfy the Marquis"

Truth Klaus does not know, in fact, whether or not Kirchner will succeed, but it is obvious that it is better to sell the genius of civilian upbringing to a biological nobleman like Olga - rather than Kirchner of the detached of the aristocratic society similarly seeing it later.

unexpectedness, is above all publicity.

And no other nobleman loves music as much as Olga Bertri.

"As always, you like talented young men, don't you, Deputy?"

Kirchner was struck in the head by his former men doing the same thing as Olga.

"It's easy, miss. - Plus, if it's a shame, I'll spare you enough talent, Heightman."

Said, Amir Heitman gently blinked hazelnut eyes.

Known as a fairy tale writer, this man also writes a script (hon.) for a popular play, anonymously - because the wind is too spiny.

How many years has it been since this man was discharged from service because of his disgust with the faction, even though he had been instructed to have a future by the military hub...

"I'd appreciate it if Baron Kirchner would tell me that. Hopefully the next stage will have a reputation."

"It's not you as a writer, is it? I don't know much about literature - I'm sparing your talent as a soldier. Tell me if you feel like it. There are no handouts in the military."

Dominic, his eldest son, did not advance to the army, but many of his clans are in the army. Besides, those in Heightman's house will do their best to help him get back.

Amir Heitman shook her head.

"I like it. My current life. Occasionally I write a script, I write a fairy tale, I like it, I get criticized irresponsibly - but there's no lie here. Everybody's honest enough to hate it - it's fun."

Kirchner lurked his voice.

"Don't you want to hear about the military, what's going on in Canaan,"

"No, not at all"

I find it a lie instead of words that I can't put in my hair.

Kanan once had Heightman and Kirchner.

Whatever you think about saying you don't care, it can't be.

Kirchner sighed, Heitman said sorry, and flaunted his shoulder.

"... if I ate it up as a writing, I'd be glad to be your secretary"

"You don't look relieved. You've been watching your life for four or six hours... and you're still not home... and Marianne misses you."

"... How is Marianne?

I remember Amir's beloved niece's face, and Kirchner shook her head, well.

"If you care, meet him, I'm always worried"

"No... because if I see him, he's going to be extra worried"

The door was knocked, as if you were aiming for an interrupted conversation.

"Letter, Mr. Heitman!

It was the Kirchner family lad, not the theater lad who showed up.

Baron Kirchner turned his eyes round to Isaac, who suddenly appeared.

"That, Father. Welcome back."

Wearing simple clothes, Isaac looks like a whole, theatrical lad.

"What are you..."

"Sorry to bother you, Baron."

A tall boy also appeared from behind Isaac.

"Oh, Vincent. - What are you doing?

Where did you procure this one, too, wearing civilian clothes.

Isaac says the theater kid got sick, so instead, he's been working for the kid all day, without saying anything.

"I use it for a little while because Michal says I have a terrible cold and I don't have enough hands"

"Me, too. Become."

Even though I'm worried that the second son of the Baron family and His Excellency the Chancellor's son could work in a theater like this, Kirchner comes and goes here a lot, and more importantly, he's the one who brought the two first, so it's hard to annoy him.

Don't let Master Yunker find out, the two laughed looking at each other with a prankster's face.

Isaac and Vincent are close.

Sin can't get down to the city well just as often, but when Vincent's hand is free, Isaac invites him to do it.

Kirchner is relieved when Vincent, who looks forced to clear up, returns to the child's face, although he seems to have occasional big fights.

Bad for the Yunkers, who are trying to raise their emotions off the table as noble children who are not ashamed to put their sons out anywhere, but Kirchner thinks Vincent will need an escape as well.

So to the two somewhat unscrupulous, I kept my mouth shut.

"Father, where have you been? Something's going on."

"Meet the Marquis of Steinburg"

"Eh! I wish I could have gone, too."

Vincent was stunned by Isaac's words.

"Go, what are you doing? Aren't you going to be paid up front by the Marquis?

"The Vazas are funny. Don't you want to try to get along?

"... I'm sorry. I didn't want to take the dragon to the Duke's house."

Really disgusted, Vincent wrinkled his nose.

"- Because the princess (...) says extra things!

In some obstinate tone of Vincent, Kirchner narrowed his eyes.

Remilia and Vincent were out of adult sight, and I remembered the smiling response of disgust.

"I'll say Princess again - Remilia, I'll be pissed"

"I have no idea what makes Miss Remilia angry! - If Zach comforts her when she's scratched? - We've been getting along a lot lately, haven't we?

"Oh, my God, don't do it. Don't worry, I'm better friends with Remilia than Vince."

"... I didn't..."

Vincent looked up to the ceiling fed up.

Baron Kirchner laughed a little when he remembered his interaction at the Royal Palace.

Obviously Vincent didn't seem to want to go to the Vaza family, but the cordiality of Remilia and the Duke, who mistakenly thought he was a friend (...), forced him to summon him.

Remilia's cute, tiny tongue was really childish, as was Vincent's werewolf, and Kirchner, almost soothed.

"That's good. I can hardly interrupt the Duke's house. Think of it as a good experience."

When Heitman told him like an elderly man, the two replied politely, yes, and Kirchner narrowed his eyes to how his sons were doing.

"Kids get along with each other, right?

Even if there are thoughts between parents, that doesn't constrict them.

With that in mind, Kirchner stroked the kids head off.

"Deepen your connection to the Vaza family."

- And to the Duke himself, around it - let the Marquis of Steinburg and the next Earl of Kaminski know if there are any signs of danger, for example, is the life given to Kirchner by Yunker.

Neither the Marquis nor the Duke of Kalish are Mogadishu.

It would have been folded for the Chancellor to know what I told Kirchner.

Whatever you say.

Baron Kirchner bowed his head - not to say he quit the army, his lord is Her Majesty Queen Beatrice - and obeyed Yunker's life.

The Prime Minister told me to pack a distance with Vaza, and that the Duke tolerated it, I can say that when I met him in person, I was entrusted with some sort of alliance between the two prone parties of the waves.

Both the Chancellor and the Duke may think Kirchner's standing is entirely queen-like, so the Duke won't trust Kirchner entirely, but he's just the right person to show no objection to the Queen.

Lechek, the Duke of Karishe, is a greedy, or worse yet, too pale a young man for everything.

I don't want any more.

But.

and Kirchner recalls the prime minister's harsh appearance, just a little, tongue out.

Personally, I don't hate the Duke of Karish either.

The daughter is adorable, too, and she has an old bond with the squire over there.

Not as a baron, but as an individual, the Dukes are also admirable enough. If you're going to borrow Isaac's words, you're going to say, "The Vazas are funny."

By informing the Queen of Vaza's insistence, I mean, "I can do the opposite".

Yunker, who is intoxicated by the Queen and never doubts Kirchner's loyalty, missees it there.

If the Chancellor tries to eliminate the Dukes by force, pretending not to look at them doesn't suit Kirchner's nature.

(I don't know what I can do, but it could be.)

I hope he can help the Dukes live in this country without being disadvantaged.

(I don't think a talented young man can pull off in the garden like a concealer, young lady (...) -?)

I guess I'm just a little drunk after all. Yes, I think, Baron Kirchner, he gives you a mouth angle.

Dominic would have contacted the Duke's house on a day trip.

Now when, he closed his eyes with his cheeks on his cheeks.