The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The Duchess' funeral was rainy.

In the pouring rain, the appearance of a leaning duchess and daughters invited one to pity.

After the funeral, the vast guest of the Vaza family had the eldest sister of the Duke of Karish, Countess Catagina of Heltling.

Wipe wet eyes with tears.

"Yadovica is pathetic, too - though"

Katagina glanced at her dull, empty eyes.

Also remaining in the room, in the ears of Uncle Canaan, Jigmunt Lame, drop the words.

"I'm really glad it wasn't the opposite (...)!

"... Dear Katajina. It's too"

Jigmunt Lame was embarrassed to care about his surroundings, but Katagina snorted.

"She thinks so, too. I'm glad he didn't die."

"... the obituary of the young is a sad thing. The Duke will be distracted."

"Leshek is still young. You just have to find as many replacements for Yadovica as you want."

Katajina flaunted her shoulders.... I forget to go high and lurk my voice without anyone else.

So her rambling sounded like Remilia who was in front of the door. Remilia gently turned her heel back through the door, - Katajina looked to herself with a fan, unaware of the footsteps.

"Oh, it's hot...! I can't believe I'm mourning this season! I want to take it off fast."

The girl runs away.

No voice, running away.

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In the sinking mansion of the air, the Duke's half-sister, the Marquise of Steinburg and Olga Bertri, each of the clans - even Catagina, who was about to partition the grounds for this, and her half-sister, Joanna - remained alone, even after returning to the mansion. The gloomy mourning is dressed in a room, staring out the window alone in the guest room.

The rain that has been falling since yesterday is in full dust and the outline of the view outside the window is obscure.

"Dear Olga, would you like to stay today? It's late at night even if you're going home by carriage, and the scaffolding is bad..."

It was the deacon Sebastian who spoke to the worrying Olga.

Olga put a cup of tea back in the saucer, although she put her mouth on it, she still didn't drink it. Kin, the light sound echoes indoors.

Olga asked the butler when she gave him her gaze.

"... What about Remilia?

"Good night, sir"

"What about Leshek?

"The Duke is in your room, too"

"I wonder if you're asleep."

He tilted his neck like he was in trouble.

Olga glanced at her beautifully cared for left hand nail with her right finger.

Your body temperature, limp as if it didn't bleed through, hasn't changed for a long time.

"- Who's the future owner? Have you slept yet?

"Yeah, I think I'll be crying again soon"

Olga, clown said, Sebastian put his lips in the form of a laugh just a little bit.

I was told to make it easier again, but Olga laughs and turns it around. Vaza's house, to tell the truth, is not very familiar with Olga. You can stay awake if you want to sleep shallower.

"Won't you sit down?

I would recommend next to the couch, but the advice is declined.

"No, I am"

"I can't forgive you for being a servant, can I? - It's not like your family. Something I've been around since before I was born."

"You're the one on the left."

"- I wonder if the day I was born was so gloomy"

"Lady..."

"No, grab an older one"

Deacon looked complicated and... Olga mocked herself.

"I hope she's not neglected."

Olga left Vaza trying to be kicked out by the time she was conscious.

He was taken to the home of his fiancé, Simon Bertri, and was raised as a girl by his step-parents.

The Marquis wanted to wake her up at hand because her mother died at the same time she gave birth to Olga in front of the building, and her father Mateusz hated Olga - yes, she grew up being asked.

"My mother died because I wasn't born good. - Let Katajina know I killed her... just like her."

Olga thinks there's a baby somewhere in the mansion.

It was the predecessors, the Marquis of Steinburg, who raised Olga, whom Mateusz and his eldest sister Catazina hated. People who don't look alike to my son Simon, good, not now...... Neglected by my father and my eldest sister, Olga would have lived a lonely childhood without them.

What will happen to my nephew who was just born?

"... would you care to show me the young man?

"Well, maybe I am. Katajina drowns Lechek to look just like her father, but I... remember my father and zoom... something too similar to that man. Leshek wonders if he can love his son... the child who took his wife."

Olga regretted saying things like talking to herself. My mouth is getting lighter because of the rain.

I hate to reveal my true intentions. Because you don't get anything.

The butler re-brewed the tea placed in front of Olga without saying anything.

"Before it cools down"

"Thanks......"

Sebastian smiled at Olga as she received but didn't put her hands on the cup.

"You have nothing to worry about - Master Leshek is Master Leshek..."

"Really?

"Yes. I was promised Vika that I would protect your children."

Olga drops one sigh and hands the cup. I mouthed it to whisper.

"Right... I know. I hope you're worried, Sebastian."

"Yes."

"If Leshek or Remilia... seems to have a hard time facing that kid, you don't mind relying on me. Too close to the two of us in Yoanna. … Sometimes outsiders will be better able to deal with it calmly"

Remilia and Leshek will not be the only ones who are hard.

Sebastian, too, because Yadovica would have been close from a young age.

"… care, I will also tell the Duke"

"It's okay. I'm not worried about Leshek.... I'm just so, so sorry... Yadovica and I were... special, we weren't close, but she cried when I lost my son... it must be careless"

To Olga, who lay down his eyes, the butler silently bowed his head.

It's still raining.