The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"Tough winters are no longer about the past. May a soft spring heal and bless the people of Cardina equally"

A magnificent man dressed in a white monochrome costume strictly declares before the altar.

Several muscles of light inserting from the colorful stained glass tucked behind him dye him and the other thinly with seven colors of light.

Male - holding with both hands a dead branch raised on the stage by the clergyman of the National Church.

It was the only heir of Queen Beatrice, Princess Francesca, who received the branch from him with respect.

Francesca, who had erased his expression, turned his back on the altar with his branches dedicated, leaving us - the nobles and military men who were seated in the festival - without expression.

You're aware of the new green. The princess is wearing a light young leaf coloured dress.

The golden hair that colours the back gathers spring sunlight and shines brilliantly as if covered with grains of gold diamond (diamond).

The statue of the dragon and the light wrapped around a young princess who could follow the supreme power of the National Church obscure the contours of her white skin so much -.

Princess Francesca was breathtaking.

Even I, accustomed to seeing my father, who resembled her so much, breathed softly into the mythical sight and fell in love.

Francesca smiles flutterly as the ice melts when she confirms that she has gathered our gaze.

It's like, spring sunshine.

What kind of trick is it, or is it an expression of alien powers?

The branches in the princess's hand sprout neglectfully as if they had been blessed by her, and the young leaves spread their hands - the white flowers burst.

The branch, which should have died, is instantly revived and transformed into a young tree full of vitality - the season of death is revived by the authentic heir of the Royal Cardina -.

"May the blessings of the Lord be upon everyone. - Spring is here!

Wah and cheer boil from the gathered people in the high proclamation of the princess.

That was the moment when Cardina was spring.

I dive my breath and ask Queen Beatrice.

She watched the festival without making the line in the front row of the nobles microscopic - staring calmly at her daughter without moving her expression extraordinarily. And beside it you can see the side of Sin like you see something dazzling -.

"Do you know the origins of the current clergyman of the National Church?

"The remote edge of the Letto family, only"

The Letto family is a family member who often produces temple officials of alien powers. In the old days, Vaza and I were also deeply related houses.

Alexander's cousin again.

"Really? I didn't know. - Who's next to Secretary Heidecker? Grey hair that looks a little scary."

"This is my daughter's son-in-law, Maxim Ness. You don't have a title yourself, but you're out of the Viscount House. It's synchronized with Master Yuzef -"

It was Dominic Kirchner who described the people going around the royal palace yard while escorting me.

Exactly. Dominic is familiar with people entering and leaving the royal palace.

Even when I say escort, I'm not even making my social debut, so I'm more right in the form I said you're doing me a day's care.

The festival was over and the garden of the royal palace was rarely liberated.

At the same time as we celebrate spring, we are gathered with His Eminence the Prime Minister and moderates who say that we shall celebrate the successful conclusion of the Kanan temple.

Lower nobles and knights and then the finest students in the military school...

The wrong people thank me when they notice me, but I don't know them.

"If you can, at the festival, we'd like Dominic to guide us."

With your father's permission, I asked Dominic straight away. Because he knew he was going to this festival with Baron Kirchner. Dominic looked at me with a face that said, "Oh, no.

"If your father says Dominic would be nice, do as he pleases."

The heir to the Baron's family, often thought about it, asked me.

"- If I were to join Master Remilia, there would be people who would say a novel (...), wouldn't there?

"I think there are more people who dislike Dominic than people who say something to me -"

We stared at each other…, Dominic grinned, laughing.

You look a lot like the baron when you look like that.

"I don't mind - as long as I'm happy because the Chamber of Commerce will also have credibility if more people misinterpret me as friendly with Master Remilia of Vaza - but is there anything good for Master Remilia?

I don't know how far I should go, but... never, I said.

"It's me, Vaza's house is close to who - and I don't know who hates - my mother was trying to get me to various places to tell me - but I don't like people I don't know."

I just pulled, I was there.

Father hates people, and imitates Father - I only came to meet people.

I'm afraid of malice. Curiosity annoys me.

Nightmare Remilia, too, in the end.

I'm afraid they'll say bad things.

I'm afraid I can be considered a boring person, and I just avoid getting involved with people.

More importantly, - I regretted being compared to Francesca, who was beautiful and noble, like the Spring Goddess, and turned away.

But I think.

What did lack of experience and connections do to her (Remilia)?

Ruin and solitude.

Me in a nightmare, I don't want to be. And I wanted to protect the day I was born.

"Really?"

"... a lot of people would come to me when the baby was born, wouldn't they? I just want to preview a little bit of who's who and who I'm close to..."

Can I have Dominic? I heard.

I prefer Dominic, I snort. He didn't ask me why any more.

Although I sometimes say I trust his character, that's not the only reason I wanted to ask him.

When I found out about my mother's pregnancy, the only thing that didn't upset me at all was Dominic Kirchner.

Maybe I don't know what it is because in him the royal family and the old royal family are of equal weight - I am, I feel, in the last year of close interaction.

So - I wanted you to tell me what the royal palace looked like from a "neutral standpoint" like Dominic.

When I walk, various adults come to me in a masked smile in a good mood.

As Dominic eared to me about who he was, matching his name with his face as much as he could remember, and I walked back under the guise of innocence, too, he was called out by a conspicuous pair.

A stunning pair of scarlet hair, dressed in cleric clothing from the National Church.

It was Alexander, a Lydia cleric belonging to the National Church and - the future clergyman.

Lydia smiled with a full smile, and Alexander looked at me with strong eyes that shot me for just a moment and drooped his head politely.

I think Cleric Lydia is probably a pro-Vaza.

For a long time, he's made me the last princess of the Vaza family to serve the old priest, Malaya.

"Long time no see, Lady Remilia"

"Dear Lydia, Dear Alexander. Good afternoon."

And Alexander, the same clan as her, hates the Vaza family in my knowledge. If I may add, I am intoxicated by Francesca. Only, it's unclear what his position is because of his knowledge in previous life, but he won't have that brace in his standing position because he doesn't feel any emotions other than "uncomfortable" when he faces each other in the Royal Palace once in a while.

Lydia finished greeting me and named me Dominic as well.

I am not surprised on the surface by the family name that says Kirchner, but I order Alexander, who was keeping silence behind his back without even turning around.

"Alexander"

"Yes, Cleric Lydia"

"- Master Remilia seems to have less protection today. You take good care of yourself."

The colour of dissatisfaction lights Alexander's sapphire eyes - and I can't help it, because he is the guardian of the princess (...).

But today the Kingsguard knight was consolidating Francesca's side and there was no turn for him, and in the end Alexander thanked him and replied no.

When I saw Dominic, he laughed bitterly. Lydia's offer is tantamount to affirming that she "does not rely on it as a guard in Dominic". There's also a tausik of our knight a short distance away... Dominic said softly, regardless of what Lydia had done.

"If you're a major customer of the day and you don't know Remilia, I think you've almost finished greeting her."

I hope not.

- I've been talking to Alexander. I made him laugh as innocently as I could. Lydia laughs softly and returns her heels.

Beautiful and scarlet hair glowed like a flame.

"We're out of time, Dear Alexander"

"- Only the name is fine, Lady Remilia - it would be odd not to do so when you call Lady Singh aside."

That's insane.

"So, Alexander - will you stay with me? I don't know the royal palace very well, and I'm losing my mind."

"I'm in awe"

Alexander - he grew taller than the first time we met.

I made the mistake of being like a girl in my first meeting, but no one would mistake me for being a girl looking at him now. The sharp gaze is also combined to give the impression of a grim sharpened blade.

"Today, a lot of people are involved in the temple."

"It's been a long time since the top nobles met together. It's a discreet alternative to escort."

It answers questions even though it's not amazing.

"Is the current chief cleric a relative of Alexander?

"My mother is the father and cousin of the clergyman - although the clergyman has no relatives. In front of it."

In Cardina, when you serve in the temple, everyone abandons their family names.

Only God and the royal family should serve, that's why. The family name of the parent of the person who is not a temple official is inherited by the child to be born, although the clergyman or the capable person who should be left with the alien is allowed to have a companion so as to keep the blood muscles alive.

Only a cleric should be "lonely" regardless of secularity, is.

I know, even if I look at a handful of clerics, I don't think so.

I glanced slightly mean at the clergyman, who was clinging to Francesca's side and smiling too close.

Francesca is fourteen because she's on my three, but she looks older today because she's wearing grown-up makeup for the festival.

Smile on that Francesca side......, in a tangible way, seeing a young princess "extending under her nose" to her beauty doesn't make her look like a very secular priest. Francesca whispered something to him and left him. - I'm used to it.

"I didn't know you and Dominic Kirchner were close."

Alexander's sapphire eyes capture us.

"- It was Dominic who advised me to ride the dragon."

I'll skip everything and explain.

"I'm Dominic Kirchner. Lord Alexandre, you seem to be getting along with my brother."

The look on Alexandre's face only got a little stiff when Dominic laughed. No, to answer briefly, say a polite greeting.

Maybe Alexandre and Isaac aren't that close. I was called out wondering what kind of relationship it was.

"- This is, Remilia. Are you alone today?

For a moment I grinned after stiffening my body.

Kuru, turning around, a golden-haired Dada man stood scattered with gorgeous air.

My uncle in law, Marquis Simon Bertri, was smiling with a perfectly flattering look like an actor.