The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

With that leg I heard the obituary, Leshek and Stannis headed home.

Yunker spoke pale about the circumstances under which he was attacked and the evidence that the body was found to be the Count - although that was the burn he sustained in the fire he encountered as a child. He also tells us that the body is currently housed in the National Church and awaits an underwriter.

Stannis asked Leshek.

"… First, do you want to return to the Mansion and then head to the National Church, Duke"

"Oh."

- A horse.

Stannis stops Yunker from calling.

"No, in the carriage as usual. I'm the Duke on the horse anyway... something will make a scene. - Who knows the obituary?

"Me and Your Majesty... it will be in the ears of the upper ranks of the military"

Really, I answered extremely calmly...... Stannis saw this one and the Lord.

Leshek, who listened to Yunker's report with few words, was, as usual, faceless. From the point of view of those who don't know him well, you'd think he's a cold man with the heart as rumored, who doesn't even move his heart to the misfortune of his stepfather...

The three were silent until the carriage was ready. The returning guard tells him that he is ready, and the Duke rises without sound.

"... we're going back"

"Yes."

A tremor running slightly on his palm, he grips and pushes to death, and Reshek passes by Yunker. Seeing it sadly, Yunker raised his face and groaned bitterly as Stannis crossed before the Chancellor and thanked him.

"... I'm so sorry"

……

"Calm things down like him... few aristocrats are seen without personal desire... even as individuals,... he was a fun one"

"… Your Excellency the Prime Minister. Do you have eyes on the man who attacked the Count?"

Yunker shakes his head.

Nor has the military era moved according to Yunker's instructions. In those days he was still not a prime minister either, an expressive and honest young man, but I can hardly see what is called emotion in Yunker's expression as prime minister over time.

"Not yet, I don't know...... at least not to my knowledge. His Majesty also mourns his death"

"Whatever the Duke is, the public might suspect it."

"You think we've harmed the Count? I'll say a few things to you, Sauree. Kaminski was always neutral to us. No reason to get rid of him..."

"You want me to believe you?

"We would... no, I would do better"

Stannis sighed.

I guess so... Leshek would know by reason too, but he wouldn't be convinced. Both his mother and grandparents have died in an accident (...) shortly after buying the royal disharmony.

"... let's find out who did this right away. I will do everything in my power to bring the Duke's concerns to light."

"... you've been disrespectful, my lord."

"No."

Stannis bows his head in silence and follows the Lord.

It doesn't slip out...... but it reminds me of some plain old man's face and says bitterly.

"... Sun Shou, aren't you supposed to, you"

I pulled my lips together and bit my back teeth off.

Returning to the mansion, they were greeted by Remilia, the only daughter of the Duke's family. She had been listening to her grandfather's obituary from a messenger from the army who was on earlier than the two of them - even though Yunker said he would not reward the mansion.

Give me a grief, manage to forgive Remilia, who was shaking her little body, and entrust Camilla and Hilda to Stannis, to return to Leshek.

Reshek, along with Taushik, was just sending a messenger from the military.

"The messenger, what?

There's no difference between what the Chancellor told us.

"... Whose men were the messengers earlier?

"Yuzef's men... but also the secretary of military... Yunker said he wouldn't do messengers from the military... do you mean he doesn't have them?"

Reshek put his hand on his forehead, groaning. I am angry that my stepfather's obituary was passed on to the others, not from his own mouth.... not to Yunker, who has no command of the military. To himself, who is being taken lightly by the military.

"... how's Remilia doing?

"Hilda is by my side now"

"What about Vika?

"In your room… not feeling well today…, not yet rewarded"

Sebastian leans down with an expression rarely other than a smile on his face. Well, if you groan and look up to heaven, the sky of the same colour as your own eyes is abominably clear. As if to mock Leshek.

The footsteps to Yadovica's room were heavy as lead. Sebastian opens the open door and enters his wife's bedroom. I haven't felt well since I got pregnant - as I did when Remilia - and my wife's room has changed the color of her conditioning lately. Soft calm color.

- Gentle as if it symbolizes the peace visited between the two of them, the colour.

My wife was awake. I have a knitting stick on hand, knitting small socks. Reshek stopped as if he had been sewn up in the place.

It was customary for babies born in Cardina to spend the first winter with their mother's knitted cold gear. It's a curse to protect your soul from the winter demons so your mother can protect you.

Leshek's mother did not make them for Leshek. She was always anxious, vain - fleeing into her dreams, young, dead.

So it wasn't until Lechek found out about the custom that he was taken away by Kaminski's mansion that he got enough knitting to sneak in the first winter.

To the late Countess Kaminski, to her sister, Yadovica, to her sister Agnieshka at the end of the Count's house with her fiancé (...).

Leshek's fiancée was Agnieshka at first. One older, springy, hearty Agni. Everything about her poured down on the mind of the elusive boy. Leshek sought her, as a dying young tree reached into the sky in search of rain of grace. I liked Agnieshka, very much. I thought if I had her, I wouldn't need anything else.

Agni, however, suffered from an epidemic disease and died casually.

It was ahead of me when I visited Yadovica to offer my condolences. Leshek told Yadovika, who was saddened by the loss of his family.

"... I wish Vika had gone. And Agnieshka didn't have to die."

I still remember the look on Yadovica's face at that time. Mourning the color like it was frozen, - Yadovica did not zero a grain of tears during the funeral. When she was a cold woman, Leshek also realised that she could be the Duchess. Yadovica didn't cry... she killed her sister indirectly, but she couldn't cry.

Without each other's grooves being filled, the two became husband and wife because of the arrangement between Mateush and the king that "Leshek will let Kaminski's daughter be married".

"Leshek? You were home early, weren't you?

It was his wife's voice that brought Leshek back from the dark thoughts. I nodded and sat by her bedside, eyeing her work.

"... are you ready for winter?"

"Mostly. But Remilia wants something to match you, so maybe a little more."

The way you talk about this for fun is no different than it used to be.

Yadovica was nice to little Leshek as well. "Be my brother, let's get along," he laughed, although he sometimes got irrationally angry.

Yadovika looked at Leshek surprised when he took his wife's hand to break the silence. Her hands, warm as usual.

Lechek's usual appearance, his wife, who was smiling, frightened Miryu's face.

"Yadovica"

Yadovica's hand shook at Leshek, who shook his voice.

"... something bad happened to you"

".................. Vika"

"'Cause you have the same look as Agnieshka did..."

The Duke used to admire childhood like his sister-in-law - holding his wife's hand. Blink slowly and open your mouth. Short words dampen your tongue as heavy as poison.

"A sad reward. Yadovica. Your father... Count Kaminski is dead."

".................. you must be lying"

"Of the carriage, it's an accident, I'll pick you up now"

Yadovika flashly repeated to Leshek's words.

"Lies, I suppose."