The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Simon Bertri, who appeared before me, was smiling. At the same time, I lay sight of the beautiful lady he is escorting, and I sweat cold...

Simon Bertri, Marquis of Steinburg, is the companion of my aunt, Olga, to the three sisters of the Vaza family.

But it's not my wife Olga that's accompanying me today...

"Marquis, Aunt Catagina, we're out of time"

"Long time no see."

Aunt Catagina, the eldest sister of the Vazza family's four sisters, says it's been a long time since she said a word, and Bertri grins.

The Marquis, who darkened the Vaza blood from his grandmother and mother, used to stroke the long, luxurious blonde hair behind him in short cuts.

Do you think the Marquis gets noisy by women in court or at night clubs because of his sweet looks and graceful behavior?

Nice gentleman around forty, but I don't like Bartlett for inviting his father into a conspiracy in the game.

And, of course, Aunt Catagina.

Katajina recently moved from her territory, Merge, where she had been drawn for many years, to the King's Capital.

I've never seen an aunt come to a festival hosted by the Queen that doesn't hide her rebellion against the royal family, but it doesn't cause any particular problems... it's disturbing to be calm.

"It was a wonderful festival to celebrate our spring visit. Princess Francesca was as beautiful as she ever dreamed she would be... the princess of Vaza, wasn't she?

"Yes, Your Highness was as beautiful as a goddess"

To my clever reply, Katajina hides the grin of her mouth by slightly opening the fan that would belong to Huangguo (a fan). Is it paranoia to think that (unlike you) is a mockery of me?

Alexander would have been offended to praise the royal inheritance in the name of the Duke's family, but he didn't dare correct it because Catagina's royal dislike was famous.

"You have two rare people - with the Souss and Clerics of the Chamber of Commerce - and Remilia can't keep them in the corner either. Looking at where we're getting along, will Alexander be Remilia's escort?

"I'm still an apprentice. My Lord Marquis."

I denied it while I wished Alexander hadn't gotten grumpy behind me.

"Marquis, Alexander is the escort of His Highness Francesca. It just so happens that today, you're just giving me my protection"

"Really?

"Yes - my escorts are served by Camilla from Tausik and Viscount Clev's house"

Catagina sighs, Huh.

"- Collar holding (...) Chi is tough. You can't choose your Lord."

to my aunt's disturbing words. I looked at her surprised. - What's that, a collar?

When I looked at Alexander in surprise, he lost color and looked like he bit his lip.

Katajina glanced at it and then also glanced at Dominic.

"It's been a while since Dominic's been here."

"- Madame. It's an honor to remember,"

Katagina's hand, covered in white gloves, is offered, and Dominic pretends to mouth respectfully. It is the Cardina stream that pretends not to actually mouth it.

"Oh, I won't forget fun people like you - you took the time to thank me when the Dragon chick was born, - thank you, I'm so glad."

That's right, Dominic. You even stayed in a good mood on your aunt, or you couldn't pull it out. Katagina is also smiling uncommonly and sarcastically.

"Come also to my mansion in the king's capital. Some people want to introduce you."

Ugh, and I ran nervous on my back. The people I'd like to introduce to my Aunt Catagina - anti-queen history?

Wouldn't it be a good idea if a Kirchner man went to a nest like that?

Dominic laughed furiously, not caring about me being harassed.

"Thank you. Let me ask you something."

Remilia, come with me.

"Me too?

My voice went up unexpectedly.

"You're going to be the sister of the child that's going to be born, too - so we need to get back to educating you more like a courtesan, right?

Aunt Catagina is in a good mood.

I was vaguely laughing and chanting with my head about stomach medicine, stomach medicine.

When my aunt left, Simon Bertri naturally offered me his hand.

I stared back at his water-colored - eyes the same color as mine.

"Your father's busy today, isn't he? - Come on. Let me show you around."

"... Ah... Rikoto, sir"

I was confused.

Simon Bertri has never shown much interest in me.

Is it simply the kindness of showing him the little daughter of a relative, or is there any other thought? I don't know, but I lay my own hand on the Marquis' hand.

It smells sweet from Simon Bertri. Much like vanilla, but deeper... this, I wonder.

"Oh, Alexander doesn't have to follow me anymore, does he? There's my escort. - Kirchner family boy, come."

A knight appeared behind Simon Bertri like a shadow. The color of the uniform is blue. It would belong to the central army.

White skin on thin lips, some reptile-reminiscent man looked at me from toe to head and laughed lightly. I'm just a little frightened - that probably passed on to Simon Bertri, too.

"But"

- You should go back to your mission.

Alexander contemplates under the gaze of the Marquis, who has narrowed his eyes to the shape of the Three Suns and Moons. I looked at him reflexively.

- If I could, I'd want you to stay with me, but I'd be happy to leave my side...

But Alexander looked at me glimpsely and shook his head.

"No, because today's protection of Lady Remilia is my task"

Yeah? And Bertri gives my hand to Alexander.

Eh, they thought it was each other, but you thought it was bad to leave my hand floating in the universe, and Alexander's cold fingertips, confused, grabbed my hand... without much effort.

Ji, and Sapphire's eyes looked at me, so I stared back at him, too, wandering.

"Hands in the air."

"... Ah, yes"

Somehow, I got a distracted voice. - You're nervous about each other, I feel a little sweaty on your fingertips...

Simon Bertri, who saw how we were, smiled lightly.

"That's a lovely combination."

I'm in a good mood to walk, so I guess you're saying, "Follow me." Dominic smiles and urges me to "let's go".

Alexander, who draws my hand, also urged me to come.

"... you're dressed like spring today"

Alexander stared at me sideways. I dropped my eyes on my dress and then grinned.

I usually like to cut blue and green dresses, but because of this spring festival, I wore a light peach and white dress.

My heart rises every time I walk because my hem flutters in the wind.

"... it's a celebration, so if the spring color is good, my mother will"

My mother-in-law chose me.

Sometimes I want something I don't know (peacock patterned dress or something like that), but I think it's basically not a bad hobby. At least what I wear.

"The Duchess."

"My mother likes to choose dresses and wear them."

- You look great.

Alexander praised me without a scream.

I'm glad to be praised even unwillingly by unfavored opponents.

"Thanks"

I smiled.

"My father and everyone in the mansion complimented me. And Stannis."

To my words, Alexander put his strength at my fingertips grabbing my hand.

"Is Lord Stannis Saule drawing Dragon blood?

"- Yes, I'm asking. I don't know who he is, but maybe he is."

Alexander's tone turns somewhere hysterical.

"You're in luck, Lord Saule and His Highness Singh. He who draws Dragon blood is usually inescapable of escaping the Church of Nations."

"Huh..."

"Because the National Church... protects (...) the dragon tribe mix. Like me or Lydia."

Alexander gave the name of his kin, Lydia. Is she a dragon tribe mixer too?

Protection, huh? In the National Church, I hear that people with mixed dragons are given preferential treatment.

"Speaking of which, His Highness Singh also said that Alexander had signs of a fellow countryman,"

Alexander ironically raised the edge of his mouth a little.

"... fellow countrymen. That's a terrible thing... I only have a little dragon blood mix."

In an ironic tone, Alexander shuts up.

- Alexander may not be convinced of the policy of the National Church.

"Master Remilia is happy... your family and everyone in the mansion will love you"

It was a complimentary tone, but I wouldn't be deluded.

As if I were happy, I'm confused by the tone of saying 'bad' - Alexander's, the root of this approximation, what is it?

"Well, I think I'm happy. We all love it, and it takes care of us."

I have a flat voice, and Alexander seemed to mock the answer a little more.

"Hey, guys, how you doing?"

It was a gathering of young people that Bertri took us to. Everyone wears black military uniforms and soon finds out they're military school students.

When I saw Simon Bertri, a few young men who were discussing it in a hustle and bustle were simultaneously posturing.

An honorary position, but the Marquis should have belonged to the military. I guess I know them in that relationship.

"Marquis!"

"I don't know what you were talking about, but there's nothing hard about it - because I brought you the princess of spring."

The intriguing gaze of the youth pours on me.

"This is..."

Young, leader-like, carved, deep-faced young man sees Bertri.

"Lady Remilia of the Duke of Carish - is this the first time we've all met?

The young men named me one after the other and thanked me politely.

"Duke's warrant - you look a lot like your father. That's right, you're beautiful."

"It is an honor to meet the princess of Vaza (...)"

"Princess, God bless you in the spring."

They never keep their voices down and praise me just for being here.

"Princess".

I don't mind calling me that in the shadows, whether it's a taste for the old royal family or an attachment to the royal family, but in the royal palace. Besides, I don't know how to call me that on a festive day.

Next to my confusion, Alexander glanced a little and put a little force into his fingertips.

"The Spring Festival was formerly held by the princess of Vaza - today, I'm afraid, was more worthy of Lady Remilia than His Highness?

Whether the behaved wine lightened the young man's mouth, if one tapped lightly, someone else would meet him.

"Your Highness is more like spring - because you are more like ice"

"Spring is something soft - warm, isn't it? Wouldn't it be so hard that the buds wouldn't break either?

"Must be. His Royal Highness still wants to be a prince. - You can't even be."

A few people are in tune with inclusiveness laughter.

Simon Bertri looked at us without denial or tone.

A young man who was centered before I deepened my confusion and opened my mouth stared at me with snake-like eyes.