The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

That year, - - in Cardina, where spring was celebrated, as usual, in all parts of the King's capital. The young daughters dressed as Spring Goddesses receive a crown to bless the people and they enjoy the festival until late at night.

Before, Princess Francesca worked as a Spring Goddess because it was a famous story in the Wang capital, so it seems honorable to be chosen as a Goddess in an event among the young daughters under the castle. The resemblance to Princess Francesca, who is admired for her worldly, and her beauty, will be the best compliment to her daughters, and poetry, music, dresses, and even her favorites, which she loves, will be the subject of discussion.

The Spring Goddess is told in Cardina's national religion that she is the daughter of the Lord God, and faith from people is also serious because she is a God who brings abundance and guarantees the peace of people's lives. It would be a pleasure for the royal family to be so popular with the princess as to be regarded as that goddess.

Not only for the royal family, but also for the Vaza family......

Because if the royal family were a stone, no one would have the dangerous idea of crowning the Duke of Karish, etc.

The Vaza family wants is not the throne.

It's about family living in peace. It's a tiny thing... but I think that's the most important thing.

- Isn't that right? Mother?

I was in Cézan - a small chapel built in the corner of the home of the National Church. Kneel down and pray to God - pray. Apparently this little chapel was formerly a place of prayer allowed only to the old royalty. Even now the royal family and we are allowed to use it.

I don't really have a culture of wishing because the religion of Cardina doesn't weigh heavily on the interests of the world, but I guess it's from a previous life... At last, my worship becomes more of a wish line than a prayer.

May the territory be abundant this year, may the country be at peace, may all the families and servants be well?

And then there's...

Um, may the dance improve, or something?

I wonder if it's greedy.

"Don't pray to people, do something for yourself"

I felt my mother whispering to me, and I gave her a bitter smile. The western sun's stained glass is faintly lit and mysterious. Mother, I'm sorry, I'll hold on, I apologized in my heart and then I looked up.

"Dear Remilia, have you finished your prayers?

I was alone in the chapel, but Cleric Jenna was waiting for me at the entrance. Don't let anyone else disturb my prayers, and - it seems that Father Jenna, a Vaza follower, has distracted me.

I didn't care who was there, but I thanked him while he grinned inside.

"Yeah, it's okay now. You've been waiting for me? Sorry for taking so long."

"- What are you talking about! It is an honor for our National Church that the Duchess of Vaza is worshipped. Please do it every day."

"Thanks"

With a bitter smile at the priest Jenna of Vazah, I decided to go find someone who was supposed to be waiting for my return.

"Looks like you've finished your errands."

"Yes, haven't I bothered you?

"No way!"

Returning to the guest room in a colloquial manner with Cleric Jenna, my samurai is pale. One of the two maids is out of her seat.

"What's going on? What about Natalia?"

"Well, that's..."

To the samurai's answer I accidentally held my forehead and Cleric Jenna forgave me.

"Isn't it a good thing you're well, Lady Remilia"

"You had a high fever until yesterday, right? This is it when you get a little cheerful! It's out of my control."

"- I'm sorry, lady..."

The samurai was still pale, so I said, "It's okay."

"Fine. I don't think anything bad's going to happen in the National Church - not at all. You're in trouble for her hide-and-seek lovers, too."

"I'm so, so sorry..."

"Fine. Let's split up and find it."

I decided to look for places where my kids were going - small buildings and gardens. Speaking of which, I remember liking Shi 'a, in the courtyard near the chapel when I used to come.

It seemed like my guess that maybe there... As I approach the courtyard, I hear a tall child's voice and - talk to an adult. I was only a little frightened when I guessed who the Lord of the Voice was in the voice I heard.

"- Which young man is this child? Boy, you can't be alone in the temple."

"Cleric Alexander, this is the young man from Vaza."

"... of Vaza?

"You must have come with your sister."

I was worried that Alexander, who hated Vaza, would not be in a mood. When I get to where they can see me, Cleric Alexander is about to smile with a little boy in his arms.

"Young man, you can't walk alone, it's dangerous"

"It's sampy."

"Is it a walk? - What are you doing here?

The boy - my brother snapped his neck and thought about it.

It's a snack.

"Oh, that's tough"

"Snacks, Oops"

The words of the toddler were explained by an old cleric who was next to Alexander.

"- I came here about half a month ago at the sanatorium, but now it looks like you're doing pretty well"

"Right."

Alexander nods and his gaze slowly moves to the left to catch me. Pale and beautiful eyes like a sapphire.

"Hey!!

A toddler noticed late - my brother makes his face shine.

I smiled a little frightened but ladylike at Alexander holding my brother.

"Good day, Cleric Alexander. - Julius, come here."

My brother, Julius, said to Alexander, "Come on!" He asked me to drop him off and rushed over to me. He's my brother with empty eyes and golden tea colored hair.

"Julius, do you want to say hello to the priest?

"Oh no!

"Greetings! Do it!"

No, no. My brother, who was in full defiance, followed and greeted Alexander as I hesitated and repeated. - Unexpectedly, Cleric Alexander greeted him back with a smile.

The samurai came running after me as I tried to lay him down to thank him.

"Dear Remilia! Young man!"

"You're safe...!

We are both in tears about what we would have done if something had happened to my brother. I stroked Julius' head as it was and told him.

"Julius, don't bother everyone -"

"Hey, I was looking back. I came looking for you."

"Really? Glad to hear that, Yuri. But, you know, if you weren't with someone, we'd all be so, so sad to see you gone, wouldn't we? No one, right? Okay?"

"Yes."

The samurai bowed her head again to me and the clergy before returning first, taking her brother. Cleric Jenna, who caught up with me, also salutes me and follows my brother.

I smiled back at the priests. An old cleric bows his head and Alexander imitates it as well.

"- Dear Alexander, It's been a long time. Thank you for finding my brother."

"No, I just came by. Master Julius, you've grown. When I met you before, the nanny still held me."

"Could it have?

"Yes. How old are you?

I lay my eyes down to lid the bitter emotions that gushed just a little.

When counting my brother's years, I remember at the same time that my mother really died. Now my chest just hurts now, although I can hide my tears.

Four years.

When spring is over, summer will come. Four years have passed since the summer my mother died.

I was fifteen last fall - and this year I am refraining from debating the social world.

"Julius was born in the summer, so he's almost four years old"

An old cleric next to Alexander looked emotionally in the direction of his brother's departure.

"Can you be that much already? But, young man, for three years old, is that Vaza's blood muscle? You're so smart."

"Thanks... I don't know if it's smart, but maybe it's because I'm a chatter, I talk a lot. At your age, we'll have a good conversation, won't we?

"We enjoyed talking to you, didn't we, Cleric Alexander?

"Yes, you are a brilliant and adorable brother - Master Remilia, let me escort you to your guest room."

Alexander gently blindfolded the old cleric and let him leave, sending me to my brother.

- The future clergyman with scarlet hair, Cleric Alexander - was recently appointed assistant clergyman. It seems to be an unusual birth in a position where there are only a few people in the National Church.

I've only exchanged so many words over the past few years that I can remember, I don't really feel hostile from him though I don't know his true intentions. It feels more beautifully hidden than saying hostility is gone, I wonder.

I'm not very close, but I'm not good at it, am I, Alexander... and exchanging time greetings and public stories with him with a cold sweat under his dress but with a cool face? Julius jumped at me when I opened the door to the guest room thinking that my facial expressions were going to cause muscle aches.

"Hey, let's go home."

"No, Yuri. I'm leaving tomorrow. The doctor told you it was tomorrow, right?

"I'd like that."

"Your sister would love tomorrow, let's do it tomorrow."

My brother, Julius, has been weak since birth. I often ask a National Church therapist (no) for treatment because I get high fever and sleep frequently. The other day, I got sick so badly that I stayed in and got healed.

I always asked my therapist to come to the Duke's house, because the National Church has a variety of facilities. I was strongly advised to do so.

Neither my father nor I want to owe much to the National Church, which attaches more importance to the Vaza family than to the royal family - but we have no choice but to do it for Julius.

I held Julius, and the trick, and I fronted. Eyes narrow with relief that the heat is not very high. I've never met a therapist who says he can't get out of the National Church for a reason, but his arm seems certain.

"Tonight, you're with me."

"Oh no! I want to go back."

"Oh? Because I won't let you sleep with me as much as I can!

"Yep."

"Tomorrow, huh?

I manage to convince my brother. My brother was taken by a samurai as he grumbled. I was relieved... and I saw Alexander still beside me for some reason.

"Um."

It's time for you to go home - and swallowed the real deal, and I looked up at Alexander. He turned out to be a fine young man as if he were a beautiful girl a few years ago. Tall, muscular enough... the admirable appearance of the women of the National Church is a nod.

- But I'm not as face-to-face as I can because I don't like him. Although he resents Vaza, it was Alexander who became the Cleric Chief who gave him poison in the game Rose Garden. Such a dangerous person is neither good nor bad. I want to be involved.

He hasn't read the air either or interacted with me except for a seasonal greeting...... I don't know.

"Me too, now would you excuse me?

Shit and trying to escape, he got his hands on me. Shh, but keep grinning and depositing your hands. What the heck? Looking up at me smiling, Alexander escorting me looked slightly up the edge of my mouth and laughing sarcastically.

"- Dear Remilia, can you stay with Cézan today?

"Yes, I do."

"Then may I invite you to dinner? I need to talk to you inside."

Alexander smiles with a flawless look of your grandson.

"No!!

I can't say if my position is torn, with the lady's mask on, I'm disappointed inside, but I'm like, "Well, I'm glad. Happy," he responded comfortably.