The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The day I finished resolving all sorts of things about Canaan.

In the unpopular hall at the end of the meeting, Beatrice was left alone holding her aching head.

"... I hope this leads us to convergence"

Canaan is a territory located southwest of Cardina.

Situated on the border with the western powers, Tice, whose affiliation has been fluid for hundreds of years... It has always been a land of sparks for both countries.

The days of Beatrice's father king are no exception.

Beatrice's father, King, was formerly the family of a frontier uncle who kept the North.

Having inherited fame in his teens, he has a reputation for being a rare warrior, winning a feud with the northeastern horseback riding nation, which was the seed of Cardina's perennial headache, and instantly becoming responsible even in the centre when he gains the patronage of the king of time -.

"I wouldn't imitate how much I fell in love with Uncle Borderline's talent but how stupid it would be to bring a bloodthirsty northern young man into the center. It's like eating sweet fruit knowing it's poisoned."

When tying his father's life, Beatrice always analyzes his father from the standpoint of the destroyed royal family (Vaza).

How could we stop the ambitions of young people?

Now, what shall the king (I) do when a rebel like him is born?

To begin with, the father, who was supposed to be a rebel, was lifted to the lord of the land by the armies and nobles who were tired of the king of Vaza, and the royal family of Vaza perished with dismay.

Had there been any reason at all for Vaza's last king, drowned in prodigy and enjoyment, there would not have been any rare foolishness in history that would have led him to command the military might of the borderline uncle protecting the north, the hint of Tice's southwestern border.

Even in Canaan, Father King redrawn the border line as Cardina hoped. He prayed from within the country, and Tyce showered with grudges.

Explore the border.

Even after the reign of the Father King, the two countries will long be in contention -.

The former king of Tice was famous as King Xian, a rare, warm and cautious man among the arduous temperamental historic King Tice.

The thoughts of King Tice, putrefied in contention, and Beatrice, the new king, who was concerned about the exhaustion and some growth of the military, coincided, and it was not long ago that he reached a pact.

The peace, I hoped, would last forever - but King Tyce, who replaced him, did not always seem to be at peace.

The conference around Canaan was finally trying to grasp the thread of a resolution during the middle of the disputed winter from the end of the summer.

Again, sending envoys from Cardina.

The borders shall remain unchanged. However, the compensation for the damage caused by the Cardina army to Tice, which was a conciliatory condition, shall be reviewed and the difference paid.

However, to destroy or dissolve the bandits who have frequently appeared on the border between Tice and Cardina over the past few years (for which reason they have gained control) - as a condition of payment.

Do you solve it with gold, it's filthy.

The Chancellor is weak.

Chief Military Officer Heidecker Beginning with Central Army generals scattering Prime Minister Yunker, and hence Beatrice behind him, Yunker's proposal became the general thrust of Cardina with the full support of the Duke of Carish, the substantive heir of Canaan.

"I don't even know how the military feels. The land is full of blood shed by my brethren."

Much like his beloved daughter (Fran) - hence the Duke flanked the floor with a side very similar to Beatrice's late husband.

"But what we should weigh on is not to exterminate the mob in jail and when to lower our drinking. To reassure the hearts of the people of Canaan, and to hasten the convergence of things. The radical party of Tice is after is putting a crack in my Cardina - insensitively, for example, between His Majesty and me. - No one would ever think about that kind of nonsense, would they? I agree with His Majesty's deep concern - how about the lords?"

There is no fool who says so directly and speaks out against the person he is trying to take charge of.

Besides, they might have thought.

Inheritance may be born to the Duke.

I waited, a boy.

Then we can abolish Beatrice and Francesca, and do the things of the next duke - no, but make a great deal of Tice under the king.

Until then, I still say, "I will bear with you" in Her Majesty Queen Beatrice -.

Remembering Heidecker's dark eyes and the sarcastic gaze of the wind that delighted Simon Bartoli's chaos, Gilli, and Beatrice bit his lip.

It is not Heidecker who would be harmed if it were a full-scale collision. Soldiers at the border. But if their work had allowed the grievances to subside, it would be in the hands of Heidecker.

Then you'd better avoid armed clashes no matter how stuck you are.

Tice is not a single rock either - there are circumstances over there that I don't want the second prince, the lord of the border, to do his work.

I have a headache.

"Who will be appointed Special Envoy?"

"It would be Zigmunt Lame, but how about putting Kaminski on as an assistant? Kaminski remains a diplomatic adviser, right?

Soon Yunker, who was back in his room, asks Beatrice.

"Yeah, it's like an honorary position now, though."

"I'd like to ask the Duke of Karish to do this, but I don't think the military or the temple will allow it."

If the Duke of Karish goes out of his way, the military will have to obey, and if the only Duke of Cardina is his envoy, he will face the kingdom of Tice.

With Francesca as my envoy, I was about to come up with a proposal to say - but under the water, I got away with it.

Tice would be uncomfortable with a child's envoy or whatever, and he doesn't mind being stuck with his daughter cuteness, but he can't put his daughter in danger......, Beatrice doesn't have any other successors besides Francesca.

Taking my daughter on a long journey to the land is like touching home and abroad to assassinate me...

And if my daughter dies, the country will be confused.

If only the throne were to be transferred to Vaza. Still, either the army manipulating Vaza or someone in the National Church would finally try to rewind the time in this country away from the war.

That's all I couldn't tolerate.

The Duke of Karish is not a greedy man. I'm an obsessed man who hates political strife.

Beatrice, who irresponsibly welcomed the concealment of his young cousin as really convenient, regretted that, in the face of this kind of situation, he should have been dragged out onto the table and actively taken in -.

Even though the Duke of Karish has influence over the military, he has been far from the surface stage for a long time, but he has not been able to hold the reins... and never was, if he were the man for the throne.

"I owe the Duke."

Whatever it is, it's like the meeting has subsided thanks to his endorsement of Beatrice's proposal.

Crushing, Yunker darkened the uncomfortable color on the pitiful side.

"- It's just obvious. - I can tell when a child will be born. No, I pity you for joining politics enthusiastically as if you returned your hands. If you are in the Duke's position, you should serve the country as a duty of nobility, not because of personal circumstances"

Beatrice smiled bitterly. What Yunker says, especially though.

"You must be the one who drove him into hiding."

"… I will not deny that. And the Duke, oh, well, it's as if His Majesty were thinking of harming the Duchess."

"You said you used the life of the child I was born to shield and flexed the Duke of Karish?

"If I were a soldier, I would be."

Beatrice, I put my finger on my jaw.

"There's no way I have that power... But there will be no concern or imposition on the Duke. My father told Vaza... no, if you think about what he did to his family."

Yunker was stuck in reply to a boulder.

"The Duke's blood family doesn't have a single generation left before him - not a single one, right? Yeah, except for the Malayan priest."

Malaya, the youngest daughter of the last Vaza king, has surrendered herself to the National Church and survived.

"My predecessors, the children of Mateusz also grew up with all four women for some reason (...), and the boys are dead except for Leshek... Wonder"

"It's"

"Reshek's parents died young and ill (...). They have died successively to their maternal grandparents, right? Too many."

Among the deceased, not enough with one hand, there will be several deaths that were not suspicious. And how many of them is the Father King not involved in?

Yunker darkened the color of his eyes to Beatrice's point.

Blue grey eyes are the color of the north.

I miss Beatrice when she spent her girlhood in the land.

"- Isn't Your Majesty concerned?"

"About the celebration of the Dukes? - I was concerned (...) that what will be born will be born. There's no way to keep the fetus in your stomach."

Beatrice teased.

Yunker asks far away if he will hit his hand.

However......, would Yunker do so if Beatrice ordered the Duchess Yadovica to be harmed? I thought, and shook my head inside.

You won't be able to.

Yunker is a man who is calm and strict, but can't be brutal at all. Murder without a great name, he can't.

(There is sacrifice in the operation of the state, - to take advantage of the majority, kill the few. Really sensible)

Was it the previous chief clergyman who wisely preached Beatrice? Beatrice held up the edge of her mouth as she followed her memory.

Maybe that makes sense.

But it's a word that men of power say like a spell when they wave it while they greed.

It's not Beatrice's flurry.

Indeed, the Duchess' pregnancy is a troublesome thing, and I have a headache.

But I don't think Beatrice wants to lose the child she's born with, as the surroundings conjure up.

Assassination, I see, would be the easiest way to change the power relations between the two opposing factions.

But at the same time, Beatrice knew that the advantageous position obtained with the murder blade and the peace of mind between the bundles were surprisingly brittle.

Even if it is far away, if it is a dispute or a settlement at the end of the consultation, the loser will also be somewhat convinced.

But people are unfamiliar with what they are forced to do by irrational factors, and they repeat their crimes.

The winner doesn't need a reason.

I just need the fact of victory.

It's the losers who need a reason.

The feud will never end unless the loser is forced to convince himself of the reasons for his defeat or the great name listed by the winner.

The barren chain just goes on.

So, the assassination method is stupid, and Beatrice thinks it's a bad idea.

"I am, Yunker. The next Marquis (...) did not run a state where the trust of the people swayed... there is no concern."

Yes, and Yunker bowed his head.

Saying, I felt various faces ridicule Beatrice through the back of my brain and pass by.

(Speak of strength. Regardless of the people, aren't the temple and the army your enemies? Dangerous species should be eliminated by name. as they did us)

A father king, an earlier priest, mocks executed knights, nobles, and beautiful young men.

- The Duke of Karish? No, it's not.

That's my husband. Young - a thin husband who passed away leaving Beatrice behind.

(That the people love you? - It's a lot of complacency - you didn't even love us...)

The queen shuddered slightly as she felt the men Beatrice had stepped against her hatefully peering this way out of the darkness.

- But it's like the Duke took Sin hostage.

Thoughts are drawn back by Yunker's voice. It is rare for the Chancellor to manifest his anger, Beatrice shrugged, and laughed.

Beatrice is probably sweet on her nephew, but so is Yunker.

Like Beatrice, Yunker was close to his sister when he was younger. Very.

You mean the pass to the Rose Garden? Not bad, just the right distance for Sin's breath. "

In fact, Sin hasn't taken a big "walk" though he goes to play at the Duke's mansion fluttering.

"It's dangerous. - If you are harmed while staying at the Duke's residence, I will."

"Things that Sin has alien powers. Few people can do harm."

"What if you're not human?"

Beatrice shrugged her shoulder, for Christ's sake.

It seems a samurai with light brown eyes is what Singh says "play with me" when Singh visits the Duke's residence. Heterogeneity doesn't work on him with the dragon mix. Stannis Saule "Vaza".

If he cares about it, it will be easy to harm Sin.

"The Duke wants to keep insurance everywhere, too. In tune with my measures - on the other hand, I might do the same if I were to do harm to my baby - I mean, accidentally, you know. That's what I'm talking about.... I hope Stannis Saule doesn't get weird."

I don't think the truth, the Duke harms Sin, etc.

But Beatrice also needs to be more attentive than he was offered possibilities.

Neither does Beatrice want it, nor do loyally thick troublemakers harm the Dukes. We'll have to keep an eye on the motion and crush it. For that reason the Duke of Karish must have gone to a meeting he didn't even want to leave.

Even my cousin and I have to explore each other's bellies to take care of the country and guess each other's intentions. In the noise - ridiculous, things, were.

"I'm tired today."

Saying, the queen rose up and took the prime minister out of the room.

As he followed the knight and walked down the crossing facing the courtyard, the children's voices stopped Beatrice.

When I saw it, the three girls were saying goodbye.

With my daughter, Marianne.

Then, Remilia of the Vaza family.

Apart from the thoughts of the adults, Francesca and Remilia seem to be shrinking their distance a little bit.

I felt I found something dazzling, and Beatrice narrowed her eyes.

Someone called Remilia - it was the girl's father - to run for a small run and watch her walk back like a lady as if she had noticed, and she was about to unwittingly blow out.

The flanks are out of tune with the obscenity.

Beatrice wants to stick around and tease him down when he gets in front of Remilia.

Remilia was always frightened by Beatrice somewhere to perceive that evil sensitively.

You sound like a little animal, Beatrice mutters.

When Remilia was really small, I gave her cookies to see what opportunity it was.

The young lady glanced up at Beatrice and made her laugh when she stuffed her mouth with a moxie at the speed of shining her eyes and saying whether this was still the case - with her rosy cheeks in her breast.

"... whenever, you're like a chestnut rat, that girl"

Yunker asks for his consent, but Yunker complains with his hands on his stomach just because his stomach hurts.

"I hope you haven't said anything to anyone else besides me. The Duchess will be angry if it is slanderous."

"Chestnuts, even though they're cute"

"… Your Majesty"

In a blaming tone, Beatrice smiled bitterly.

I mistakenly believe Beatrice cares about Leshek - regardless, it was Beatrice who behaved that way - Yadovica would take it as a bad word for her daughter.

If Beatrice makes you think Lechek is concerned, the nasty followers of Beatrice will hesitate to do harm to the Duke of Karishe for fear of putting her in a good mood there. Shallow insurance, but better than no.

Beatrice has trouble being active by the Duke of Carish, but even if he dies, it was more - troublesome.

If the Duke of Karish dies, his status will probably roll into the worst.

Simon Bertri......, Marquis of Steinburg.

I didn't want to bring that enjoyable crazy marquis closer to the throne.

Looking in the direction Remilia left, she noticed her mother. Francesca came here in a relaxed foothold.

Bright watery eyes look at Beatrice carefully.

"Mother."

I'm unconscious, but fatigue may be showing up on my face. Beatrice was never young anymore, either.

Are you done with your business?

Francesca reluctantly asks me, remembering that I haven't had a slow conversation with my daughter in the last few days, and hides a sigh that almost spilled.

"Yeah, it's over - thanks to the Duke of Karish,"

Then a few days later, Beatrice spent the first time slowly with her daughter in a long time.

Abduct her reluctant daughter, call a tailor, make her measure, make her dress.

Wearing another dress that finished the temporary stitching after dinner, Beatrice narrowed her eyes satisfied with the performance. The thin, deep blue costume of the line highlighted the beauty of her daughter as if she were a goddess.

"How good for you!

"You're like a goddess of the moon......!

The samurai also praise her mouth.

Francesca will also be fifteen next year.

It's officially a good year to go out to a night club.

If we can clear up Tice's case, it would be nice to have Francesca as an adult and nominate her as the official successor.

To let them know that Francesca will inherit Cardina's throne, and there will be no civil strife.

Not the eyes of her parents, but the princess is beautiful in all her radiance. The people will enthusiastically support it.

At least, at first.

(Francesca looks nothing like me, I'm glad)

Beatrice sighed looking at Shiatsu Francesca. Beatrice and I are never unbeautiful. If you wore a luxurious costume on quite a face and entrusted makeup and hair to a well-armed samurai, it would look good there. But that's all.

But to draw Vaza's blood, it's too mediocre, small.

"I don't know what to do with my hair - how about the hair clasp I got from Fan Country the other day?

Francesca held her breath, Beatrice said.

"I gave that hair clasp to Remilia... I apologize for not talking to your mother"

Francesca revealed anxiously somewhere, and Beatrice smiled.

"On your birthday? Was Remilia happy?

"Yes."

"That would have been nice."

My daughter, as relieved, breathes.

"... it would have been nice if you had soft hair like Remilia and your mother, you can't tie it up and it's boring..."

Even a daughter-in-law with an unbeatable appearance seems to have problems with herself. She always flushes that beautiful golden hair on her back... but it doesn't seem to be the right kind of hair to tie up.

Beatrice laughed.

"It's not nice. Your hair is just like your father's. Straight and clean gold. I miss you."

Tickling his fingers, Francesca shrugged her shoulders as she tickled.

My daughter is happy when Beatrice talks about her late husband.

Late in life, my husband, who tended to be ill, didn't get very close to my daughter.

- Even to Beatrice.

I know that daughters of many ages care about rumors in the royal palace that there was no love for the queen and his wife, under a faceless expression.

So smile to reassure you.

"What Marek was happy about. Put you on your lap and say, 'My princess looks just like me. Same color as your hair - how cute!' Right. Well, he was a father who liked his face."

"- Really?"

In a friendly, light-hearted way, Francesca flashed her mouth.

I'm not lying.

(If I resembled her so much, she seemed like my child on a boulder - I was relieved that she didn't have dark hair. With dark hair, I don't know if I look like you or like that guy)

It's just that there was a continuation of that word.

(Well, - what did I say, that northern guy)

(- Stop)

(Is there still untrained, such a low profile -)

Still trying to call his name in an ironic tone.

I even felt chilly getting Marek to say the name of my daughter's lover. Beatrice is the only lover I've ever loved - I haven't seen her in a long time before I married Marek.

I didn't like the sexual roots that I would talk about forever knowing that.

Marek himself had a relationship with a cheat even after he married his older lover.

"- When you were younger, is your father similar to the Duke of Karish?

Francesca asks with pleasure. Late in life I was a husband who had no shadow to see because of his illness.

I guess hearing it was as beautiful as the Duke of Kalisch doesn't make Francesca feel right.

"Hey, if you make Marek a habitual hair and make him feel so stiff, he might look alike. But your father might have been more sociable than the Duke."

Mostly with the gorgeous women, though.

The couple were broke, their husbands hated Beatrice, and Beatrice was annoyed with him.

But Beatrice doesn't do anything like stuffing her father in front of her daughter at once. At the very least, I want my daughter to believe that she was a happy couple, because it's okay to lie.

No, you're not.

- By telling Francesca that, I really want to assume that I am, myself.

"Really?"

"Oh, but really, you look great in deep colors! Blue is good... and I want to wear a deep red dress. If your father sees you now, he'll be proud of you. - Looking forward to next night's party."

Francesca nodded, shaking her eyes anxiously.

It's too early for me, you want to say.

But drinking the word, the princess tightened her expression that she was looking forward to it.

"- If the Duke's child were a man, I'm sure my Tachiko would have a rebellion in the military."

"Fran."

Beatrice searched the boulders for words.

Francesca grins, with a beautiful face.

"But it's okay. I'll convince you - that I deserve to be king. I will be such a person that everyone will shut up about being smart enough to beat my mother... so don't worry so much, Mother"

"I'm not worried about you, Fran. Not at all."

"I really wish I had been a prince."

"... I'm so glad you're a girl. If you're a boy, you can't talk to him about a night club."

"…, right"

Beatrice combed her daughter's hair.

Gold spills between the sara and the fingers.

It's true, and Beatrice hit her daughter's - her beautiful forehead, which had already been completely overrun.

When parents and children are having a long and peaceful time, a message is brought to them that they want to play from the Chancellor to Beatrice.

Not until nightfall. I guess it's every trouble.

Mother and daughter smiled and broke up.

- We walked down the hall following the knight, Beatrice thinks.

All mothers and daughters, you're a liar.

We're lying to each other.

Mother tells her daughter that she loved her father - smearing dark memories with lies.

My daughter, - she's really scared and she can't wait to vanish that she's looking forward to being king...

Feeling guilty, Beatrice stopped furiously on the way down the long corridor.

(Knowing my daughter's fears - I can't tell her I can get off the throne. I can't even let my daughter inherit the groundstone foundation... Nor has it been possible to raise the standard of living of the people... not even the mastery of the military or the national Church is sufficient... what a powerless king...)

A long hallway that lasts everywhere, a jizz somewhere, the sound of a candle disappearing coldly slips into my ear.

"Sire?"

The leading knight looks back at Beatrice carelessly. Beatrice laughed lightly and took control of the knight trying to get close.

"Nothing. Think."

No, it reduces the pain in my stomach.

As long as Beatrice's life is there, we must do everything in our power.

I want to give my child... a healthy country. To Francesca. And to the people of Cardina.

A hallway that runs everywhere. The shadow of the little queen, long, long - stretched out, was taken into the shadow of the royal palace.