The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

A month has passed since the Duchess died.

The Duke of Karish returned to his official duties and while the Duke exchanged views on the future with Queen Beatrice, his daughter Remilia turned to Princess Francesca's greenhouse.

In Remilia's ear, who resigned from the princess's greenhouse after about an hour of unassuming conversation, a voice was heard of the girls she had seen.

Beyond the crossing, the girls are talking, as if talking about the weather.

"Lady Remilia wants to see His Highness."

"Well, I hope you're feeling better."

The knight of the Kingsguard, who was sending Remilia, gave his sight to the Duchess to change course, but the noble ladies, unaware of anything, continued.

"I'm sorry the Duchess, but I'm glad your son is safe."

"Yeah, really!

Remilia stops at the loss of color.

As the knight went out in front of Remilia to pay attention to them, Remilia turned her heel back and ran out.

Go to the back, run to the back.

The princess fled far enough to be invisible when the knight noticed - the royal palace became noisy.

Lemiglia squatted under the trees in the woods, fleeing to a place in the royal palace where she had never set foot.

A groan leaks from between the bitten teeth.

Good for you.

(Really good)

The voices of the girls come back to their ears and shake their heads to strike it off.

Shaking her shoulders, she heard footsteps from behind her back and Remilia looked up all the way.

"- Were you here? Your father and Henrik are worried about looking... let's go home."

"No."

Vincent Yunker lowered Cui's eyes gently.

"... I know how you feel, but even if you're crying here, we're all just worried"

"I don't know."

"... I get it. I've thought the same thing before."

Looking at him like he was bounced off, Vincent stares back at Remilia in pain. Vincent continued.

"When I was in the West. When I lost my mother and brother at once... it was as hard as yours."

Remilia turns away, forcing her eyes to close that seemed to overflow with tears. Vincent crouched.

Gentle, talk.

"When it's hard and I can't crawl out of my grief hole, it's not good to be alone...... Henrik Valevski is worried about you and looking for you. No Isaac, no Singh."

Remilia pulled her mouth together.

"I'm not crying. Guys, there's nothing to worry about."

……

"I don't cry or do it in public anymore. It's okay - I'll be right back, I'll rub it, I'll be fine, so leave me alone."

"... doesn't look like it"

'Cause it's okay.

Vincent sighed and walked away from the spot.

- Remilia brutally wipes her eyes with her sleeves and gets her breathing ready.

I don't cry.

I don't cry.

I don't deserve to cry.

Remilia stood up when she managed to get her breath in order and Remilia tried to get up, again with footsteps from behind.

"Leave me alone"

"I thought I'd ask you out for a walk."

It was Singh, not Vincent, who was ahead of Remilia's gaze when she looked back.

"Sin, why?

"Mmm, by chance."

Singh, with his flying dragon, faces Remilia worried.

As Remilia was stunned, Singh pulled Remilia's hand with his unique soft grin.

"On the sky, let's go"

…………

"My eyes are still red."

Without telling me whether or not to put Remilia on the flying dragon, Singh signals. Fei Long happened to rise altitude in the meantime - and when the royal palace was smaller, Singh smiled just a little sadly.

"- If it's on the sky, I don't think you can see it crying"

Remilia shook her head.

"I don't cry. In public, I would never cry... Oh, don't worry..."

Sin nodded, yeah, and slowly moved the reins to swirl the flying dragon.

"I haven't seen anyone here, and... I'm not a person."

"... that's not right"

"... I haven't seen it. I can't even hear you.... So sad, don't be patient..."

A gentle finger strokes his head. Remilia shook her head.

"... I cried, too, when my mother died, tears dried up."

"We, our"

"Remilia?

"... no, no... I am..."

From the empty eyes, tears and tears spill.

Without even trying to wipe it off, Remilia shrugged.

"Me, Shiha"

"Remilia"

"Mine, let it go. If I hadn't done something stupid, if I hadn't thought about it, I wouldn't have made up, I would have stayed... Huh! If you do."

My mother didn't have to die.

The result of the couple's reduced distance was this.

- If it's enough to lose, it stays far away, I'm glad.

I meant to pick the best, but it went out the back.

Shallow, because of me.

"My brother!

"Remilia"

"I didn't want it! I didn't need it!

"... Remilia, right"

Sin hugs the girl who cried out. Remilia cried like a baby.

"Mother was good! My brother... I didn't need it! Mother, Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not, I'm not gonna be a good girl, I'm not gonna be."

"Yeah......"

If only the other way around, Katagina said.

She said it was good that she was dead.

Remilia thought the same thing.

I wish my brother had died, not my mother.

Shallow, how shallow.

So much, it was the child your mother wanted.

I can't love you for that.

Remilia keeps crying and the words become obscure.

Sin never denied Remilia.

From time to time I hammered her - just until she cried and slept - and kept flying through the sky.

"... she fell asleep?

"... you're a dumb sleeping face"

Down on the ground, Vincent and Henrik were waiting for the two of them. I guess Vincent was looking for Henrik and waiting on the ground. Singh nodded and looked at Henrik.

Vincent gets Remilia off Al's back so she doesn't wake him up.

"Because I'll be careful with your stupid ass and stash a lot of stuff up. Pippy, all you have to do is cry, stupid Remilia."

"... shall I carry her with me"

To Vincent's offer, Henrik shook his head.

"... Lemiglia will be sick of bothering your hands, so no more is good. I'll take him."

"Right."

Henrik is heavy on his little cunt when he carries his cousin, and he blurs, turning his back on both of them. To the two to drop off, Henrik stopped and looked back once.

"Vincent Yunker, I owe you. Thanks for looking for Remilia."

…… No... I just did what I deserved. "

When the boy tells him to stare at Vincent, who eats him, he looks back like he's angry - and moves on with his steps.

Henrik bumped and walked as he talked.

It's time for the sun to set.

"- You can stay asleep, but listen, stupid Remilia. I decided to go to military school, not college. If I were in the army, I would never have thought that the Fools would assassinate Count Kaminski. Let's rebel against the Queen. What a waste of effort... the Count, if your grandfather hadn't died... even Master Yadovica might not have been so debilitated... anyway, you'd have thought something was done for Master Yadovica or something, wouldn't you? It's not your fault, Remilia doesn't have that kind of influence... you're asking... you don't have to ask... but it's not your fault."

I felt Remilia's finger grabbing her shoulder, but Henrik snorts, hun. As I whispered, I said.

"... stay put, pretend you slept with me. You don't have to show it to me because you don't have to."

Dropping off Henrik and Remilia, Singh moved her gaze to Vincent, who was still chasing the two backs.

"... you don't have to call me. I wish Vince had comforted Remilia..."

"I can't. My comfort lies..."

Sin shrugged and turned forward without prying any further. Singh doesn't know why Vincent hates Vaza, but I'm going to not ask him now... because he'll talk to me someday.

"I hope Remilia's feeling better."

It was painful on my chest that Remilia, who always laughed so loudly, cried. It's pathetic to sink into grief just where no one is. - Vincent gently touched the pocket watch on his chest as he looked at Sin, who was hurting his chest. The old clock, made in the West, is carved with the name of the deceased mother and the crest of her grandfather, who gave her the clock...... The grief of losing my mother was something that Vincent, too, remembered.

Remembering Remilia's crying tired face, Vincent dashed his sinking voice.

"Oh... right -"

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The season just happens to shift.

Summer to autumn, autumn to winter.

And to spring.

On a good spring day, the young people of Cardina choose their own path….

Enrolment in military schools takes place annually, in the spring.

Military schools are organizations in which boys from fourteen to nineteen are allowed to enroll, institutions that train military executives in Cardina. Enrollees had most of the noble children, but even civilians were allowed to enroll as long as they had letters of recommendation from nobles above the countenance.

On the day of his admission, Isaac Kirchner wore a brand new uniform and looked around. All the freshmen were gathered in a soaking pot-shaped classroom and had received various explanations.

This year, he said, there are many aristocrats who enroll their children in the military. - I can't help it, the queen's nephew is going to school.

With him..., many must want to pass through friendship with the queen.

Isaac found Singh alongside Vincent in the front row.

I keep my long hair together and ignore the gaze of the boys around me, looking straight forward.

- I don't know if Singh can tame military discipline, but Singh must have cared about his aunt, Queen Beatrice. Perhaps he thought he could get along with his aunt if he was in the army where he had a crush on him.

Surprisingly, and Isaac looked at the boy next door.

To the hair of gold tea, a boy with deep blue eyes,...... Henrik Varevski seems to have chosen the army rather than the university.

"... that's surprising, I can't believe Henrik chose the military"

"Don't talk easy, you money builder"

"You really don't care about the money. - So, why, Henrik's in the military?

When he eats down persistently, Henrik answers in an ironic tone.

- I just didn't want you to bury my talent.

"Phew."

Surprisingly, Henrik pounded his tongue a little.

Low voice. Henrik changed his voice before he saw him for a while - and he seemed to have grown taller.

"I don't mind. Four years, say hello."

"I'm not kidding - don't talk to me except what you need, okay? All right?"

"Yes, sir."

Ignoring Isaac, who replied carelessly, when Henrik turned forward, a well-deserved military man was just about to finish his long explanation.

"- From now on you will be clear and soldiers of Cardina. Don't fail to drill your self, to be an example to the people."

Military - The classroom door opened when the principal of the military school coughed up with Cohon. Several - young men come into the room. The principal explains that the instructors are primarily responsible for your training.

Isaac looked at the instructors with interest - all alone by the musculoskeletal men, and he felt intimate because there was a man not so tall. Isaac looked at him seriously, and, oh, he raised his voice.

My eyes under the instructor's glasses laugh at Isaac, who has gathered his surrounding gaze and hastily held his mouth. Light brown eyes, which also seem cruel.

Looking at Henrik, he stayed facing forward with a clear face, so I guess he knew, by the way.

Sin, who was in the front row, is pointing his surprise gaze at him.

When the instructors each finished introducing themselves, and it was his turn, the young man smiled.

"- I will be in charge of your guidance for the next four years.... I'll tell you first, as a teacher, it's a new America. A lot of things won't happen, thank you. - Hey, the order's reversed, but my name is Stannis Saule - Nice to meet you, please."