The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

- It's an honor to meet you, Master Remilia.

The student-like young man stared at me and smiled at me. Snake-like cloudless, low-temperature eyes capture me.

I looked back at him with uncomfortable thoughts. In this man's gaze, I remember.

Eyes that look at me, eyes that see things that aren't me. It has the same eyes as some priests fanatical of Vaza in the Temple.

"You don't have the Duchess today, do you?"

Yes, my mother is in the mansion.

"May the Duchess and - may the child be born have the grace of spring"

"Thank you. - May spring blessings come to your brothers at the military school"

Speaking as the model said, the student named Schultz distorted the edge of his mouth slightly and saw Dominic Kirchner, not me, who refrained behind it.

"But with transgression. If you're in the Duke's house - I was wondering if you could think of someone to go out with..."

Some of the people behind him, as if they had shown each other, divulge laughter.

"The merchant aristocrats are quick to get into the young princess."

Dominic was flat forward to the obvious insult, but my temperature dropped sassy.

If Dominic doesn't even remember being told this way - I don't remember him as much as "whoever I go out with" being disgusted by the first person I meet.

To say that to me is disrespectful. If it was your father who was here, they wouldn't have said anything disrespectful about Dominic either.

Instead of being respected myself, being insulted is passed on to Hishihishi. Simon Bertri gently stabbed the nail before I could say it back.

"If you don't like it on a happy day, you'll be expelled? - The Kirchner family is also cordial with the Marquis. Unlike you, he is a fine successor to the family business. Apologize for your disrespect."

The students nodded honestly to the Marquis' words and bowed their heads to me and Dominic as well.

"Words are over, please be rude"

"Looks like the wine made my mouth lighter - Kirchner, forgive me"

I guess I meant to do that from the start.

Tell Dominic I hate him and apologize right away. While neither I nor Dominic are offended.

This makes me laugh that I can't grow up angry. Especially in this, congratulatory setting.

I chewed my lips, although all I could do was boil irritated by the Schultz and the others who bowed their heads without getting any worse.

Behind me as I roamed, Dominic laughed out loud, ha-ha.

"I can't help but smooth your mouths. Northern liquor makes people rap. - Was it delicious? - It was worth the effort to bring in the grape producers to brew it."

"Nah."

The students did not think, and saw the glass in their hands with the body they said.

Dominic laughed and took a bottle of wine that he had not yet pulled out of the cork, pulling it out with a hand gesture he was used to. Make Cork laugh at the students who were behind Schultz.

The cork was marked. Looks like a dragon claw, cute pattern.

"- It's my new liquor company. Here you go."

The students sniffle, Dominic says it out only unharmingly. I opened my mouth pompously, and then - I laughed dullly.

"If you drank Master Kirchner's wine, you can't help it. Something I hear is more mouthless in the north. I'm sure your brother's light mouth is a bad influence of wine."

I smiled with an innocent childish grin, imitating Dominic, whilst loathing him not to slap a light-hearted mouth that was otherwise uninteresting. The students look at each other and remain silent.

I guess you didn't think it was adult to be angry when a child told you this. What a subtle air dominated the scene.

Simon Bertri is the only one who looks at us funny. Is this person also a hobby to watch and enjoy people's troubles?

It's an unpleasant hobby.

Schultz, who seems to be the student leader, apologized again to me, as if he had regained his mind, and now saw Alexander.

"Is Lord Alexander the guardian of Remilia today?"

I turned my gaze to Alexander, who remained silent. Do you know him? Having accurately grasped my doubts, Alexander whispered to me, "I'm also going to military school to help with my training, so that's when," he explained.

"If you are from the Letto family, you should be an escort to Vaza. If you're from the National Church, you should take over the old itchy tradition."

I'm - I'm a Vaza person, I'm - I'm stuck in the uncomfortable. I have trouble being irresponsibly out-of-the-field about how I should be, or do, or how I live.

Alexander, too. If this was routine, I did get sick of it, and all I could have done was malice at me.

Alexander disputed Schultz with a voice that eliminated his emotions as much as possible.

"I serve the National Church and the Royal Family (...). Today is the protection of Lady Remilia, but my original assignment is to escort His Highness Francesca... And I am proud of that assignment"

Alexander, to put it perfectly, was - cool.

If this is a declaration for me, not Francesca, I'm going to be impressed.

But unfortunately, when Alexander shook me up even though I didn't say it again, I could only laugh bitterly in my heart.

The students glanced at Alexander with a pitiful gaze for some reason.

"- It's hard to hold a collar. I'm sorry for your loss."

Also, here or the collar? As I was skipping the question mark, Schultz also turned a low temperature grin on Alexander.

"Then you can't help it. Spring blessings to Master Alexander, who serves the royal family!

Schultz says in a disgusting manner.

You're a disgusting person, let's remember your name. Dominic whispered to me that he was far from Heidegger.

Let's go, when I took Alexander's hand, the future clergyman said yes, with a hard voice. Simon Bertri's throat snapped when the students were deafened.

"No - I forgot that Remilia is already twelve, too. Soon, totally grown up. I can pretend to be stupid, too."

"- What is it about?"

To me empty, the Marquis flaunted his shoulder.

"I guess what makes me better at falling in love - blood muscles. Just like my wife."

Feeling a thin thing in that dialogue, I looked at the Marquis, as it had been played. He praises your son for his elegant grin, as usual.

"I'm sorry to offend Alexander, too, huh?

"No."

Alexander, from earlier, is a little pale. From me peering in wondering if I might be sick, I unnaturally slip away from my gaze and stare back at Simon Bertri.

"Care is unnecessary. Marquis of Steinburg"

Simon Bertri opened his mouth soft, but maliciously.

"But the National Church does something ruthless, too. I don't know how many psychics, - putting collars on young people, etc. -"

Huh? and I shrugged, and Dominic gave a carefree, "Marquis" voice. Alexander turns off his expression and stares back at Simon Bertri, - my finger-shaking hand, a little more powerful.

Simon Bertri smiled when he looked forward to seeing the three of us like that. "I'm sorry about this," he said.

"Remilia, next time I see you, is it your brother or sister's birthday? Let me bring you a jeweled rocking cage from the West - I look forward to seeing you next."

"Thank you for your concern, Marquis..."

His lips, pressed against his forehead, were limp. I saw Alexander's side, which remained silent even after the Marquis left.

"... Um"

……

Alexander has burning eyes, even though he's supposed to be a pale. Beautiful eyes, like sapphire.

With those strong eyes, he shot me.

"Alexander, are you okay? You look pale."

Alexander distorts the edge of his mouth as he looks at me.

"... with collar"

"Huh?"

"Do you care, the word" collar "

I hesitated to ask if I could, but - I was barometric, and I nodded.

I didn't even hear Dominic try to stop him, and Alexander loosened his collar in an unstarred motion. And the silver that showed up there blinds me.

Cover your throat perfectly It seems thick and too close to your skin to breathe for a neckline.

It's like...

"Kubi, wah?

"Yes, it's a collar. Undisputed."

Alexander laughed at me with a delightfully - ironic look - trying to pick up words that were overflowing from his mouth slowly.

"- Every psychic in the National Church can fit a collar as a child. Don't run away, don't turn against me. If you run, your collar will tighten and you will die. In order to take it off, you have to die or even become a clergyman. Isn't that awkward? That's why we're insulted. the dogs of the National Church, with collars,"

In a loving tone, why did he shine a ring with his fingers?

"... the Church of the Nation? - Why, no"

Something terrible.

Yes, Alexander continued his words, blocking me from saying it, and still looking with ironic eyes.

"- I hear that it was in the previous generations that this custom began"

"... previous generations, of"

Earlier generations... That is, that is.

Alexander narrowed his beautiful pale eyes and pleaded guilty to me.

"Vaza dynasty, it is the life of the last king. It's an evil custom set by your clan."