The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Kaminski's obituary was also delivered to Joanna, the half-sister of Leshek, Duke of Karish.

Joanna, who rarely attended the funeral with her husband, Count Judal, tells her that as soon as she returns to the mansion and removes her mourning clothes, she will change and return to Vaza.

"I'm worried about Yadovica - I promised I'd be back soon."

"Yoanna - we are outsiders. Yeah, don't bother me too often."

"- I promised, you. I won't be staying long."

Please stay out of the way.

The words my mother swallowed were heard by Henrik accompanied by sound.

Piasto Valevski, my father if Joanna decidedly says so, can only remain silent.

It was at a young age, but Henrik remembers the morning after the night his father's long-standing affair was discovered. When Joanna drew a crimson lipstick that rarely drew and laughed at her mouth alone, she declared with mercy to her husband.

- Let's do what we want.

"Hey, Yoanna. Forgive me, I have a relationship with her! You're the one I love."

"Don't touch me."

"Yoanna."

"- She and I have known each other since before you married me. Right? If anyone loved you, you should have married that one! That way, no one gets unhappy."

My mother said she was unhappy.

Henrik found out that day.

Married to an unintentional man, betrayed by that man. - Maybe the Henrik thing is one of the misfortunes. Because divorce would have been easy if Henrik hadn't been nice.

Such anxiety arises.

Whether unscrupulous or evil, my mother just looked sadly at Henrik and did not try to flatter him. My father is sweet for Henrik from the beginning. Angry about the escalating Henrik prank was the face of the Vaza family or something about Kaminski.

The Count slapped me in the butt!

"Well, shall I give you a fist bone, Master Henrik?"

When the Count thundered him into the prank after degrees, running to Stannis with Veso on, the dragon-mixed squire gently snapped Henrik's head, then Yoshiyoshi, and Henrik could hold him.

'What, did you do evil?

'Cause I'm bored! Everybody, just tell me stories I don't know!... but what shall we do? I wonder if the Count hated me.'

Or, don't worry... Kai! And when Henrik made Kyoton to Stannis, who looked up into the sky, the samurai narrowed her thin tea eyes.

"If you go apologize now, forgive me."

"Yeah... you can follow Stannis too"

"Hi, I'll be glad to follow you, so let's just say I'm sorry."

When the shriveled Henrik went to apologize, the Count laughed and forgave me.

Kaminski was like a grandfather to Henrik without grandparents. card games, board games, and how to tell smart horses apart. How to obey. He taught me a lot.

"Apparently it was the military that killed the Count - because Canaan's negotiations were in favor of the West (Tice). The face of the army is crushed."

"You must have bought a grudge. - He was doing well."

Henrik decided to remember the names of the guards who mocked him. One day, I'm sure I'll remind these guys. Kaminski said my grandfather was right. I'm sure.

Henrik was not taken this time as Joanna went to Vaza's mansion. Because my father was reluctant - my mother broke as soon as I had trouble negotiating with my father.

Henrik is interacting like an object between his parents.

"Henrik, I'm going to a different house, but would you like to join me?

"Sir......!

The butler looks up to his husband with a surprised face.

My father loosened his tie with a fed up face.

"- There's no such thing as an uncomfortable Joanna. Let me stretch my feathers. Henrik, what are you gonna do?"

In a separate house are my father's concubine and his two daughters. Henrik looked at his father with an eye for strange objects. Looks just like Henrik, different colors.

My father and the Count I admire are dead, and Joanna is scratched. If I'd known my husband was in the concubine's house during that sadness...

"I won't."

My father gave a sweet voice to Henrik waving his head.

"Don't say that. I'll buy you whatever you wanted on the way home. My sisters look forward to seeing your brother."

"I'm not going!

Screaming, Henrik ran out. My sister's not here.

The two between father and concubine have nothing in common with Henrik. It was a miniature of that woman who was as sweet to her father as she was fragrant and looked at Henrik with pity. My mother was much more beautiful than that woman. Yet why did my father betray my mother?

Besides, my cousins were much cuter than my sisters or something.

That crybaby cried by pushing his voice to death all the time during the funeral. You always scream so loud!

When I noticed, I was in the hall of the mansion. I notice the front door squirming and I go down the stairs. One of the squire is out there staring at Henrik and trying to stop him...

There was one man and two dragons. Blue, blue - beside the big dragon, with the same eye color as Henrik, there is a small, dragon. The man put his head on like he was in trouble.

"Dragon? Why?

The man held up a small dragon.

"- The Count, who died the other day, asked me to. I was wondering if you could give the dragon to the boy here. Are you Henrik Boy?

…… The Count? "

The man twisted his neck with a truly troubled face.

"Desiring a blue-eyed dragon... I didn't think it was necessary because the Count is dead, but I also have money for you, and your boy told me..."

"Don't be ridiculous! We don't need dragons!

My father, who finally caught up with Henrik, wakes up out of breath.

Hearing the voice from afar, Henrik got annoyed.

Henrik replied to Kaminski, who asked, "What would you like for a western souvenir?" Horses would be good. - But then I added softly.

'Really, I'd love a dragon. A tiny, dragon with the same eye color as me. "

Kaminski laughed at Henrik's head.

You kept your promise.

Pain in the back of my eyes, even though it is overflowing.

"Father, I'm going to another house."

"Oh well!... Henrik?

"You'll buy me anything you want, Father?

The father, delighted by his son's words, lost his words upset by his son, who was crying and laughing.

Henrik caressed the dragon he was making dear in the man's hand, not wiping his tears. The dragon looks up at the boy in surprise and squeals cum.

"I want this dragon. - If you'll allow me to keep it, I'll go to another house, anywhere."

"Henrik, dragons are dangerous. You would have been hurt once! That kind of thing."

"- My grandfather left it for me. If you don't allow me, I won't go to another house again. I'll never see my sisters again."

Without even looking back at his upset father, Henrik held up the dragon. Xiaolong licked Henrik's ears with a smear.

"You're my dragon - your grandfather gave it to me -"

Is Xiaolong happy or not? Rubbing his head against the boy's neck, Cu, he rang.