The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The day after I had dinner with Alexander, I was on my way to the royal palace.

In the north - although I have to talk to my Aunt Catagina about the embankment of Melje - I feel heavy. I don't want to be face-to-face with Aunt Catagina as much as I can.

… so I head to Francesca in the royal palace to say hello.

For whatever reason.

"Remilia, are you promising His Highness today?

"Yes. - But Sister Sylvia has a favor to ask."

"To me?... we'll see about that later. I will speak to His Highness."

My cousin, Silvia Yara Heltling, had her bright chestnut hair tied up cool. Leaving a smile on me walks gracefully.

You didn't see the knight who led me accidentally take his gaze off me and fall in love with Sylvia...!

Sylvia moved her residence from Merger to Wang Capital four years ago and lives on the same property as her sister and her wife.

And about two years ago I was asked to come with Her Majesty the Queen (...) and work at the Royal Palace. Although her beloved daughter became Queen Beatrice's small-time guest (and Katajina said) and Katajina was indignant, where did Silvia wind up?

I wonder once again if these mothers and daughters have no choice but to repair so much as to rejoice that there has been less interference from their mothers. I'm not sure what happened...

Sylvia seemed to be home a lot to Melje, even if she wasn't close to her mother, so I'm thinking I'll try to turn Alexander's story into Sylvia. It is also easy to visit Merger if you are with her.

"Please go to the greenhouse."

Sylvia seemed to be a good speaker for Francesca as well.

When I was led to the greenhouse, there was Marianne Hooker and Princess Francesca.

"Remilia, there you are"

"Good day, Your Highness. And Marianne."

"Good day. What's wrong? Remilia, you don't float, do you?

Marianne and I have gotten along a lot in the last four years. Maybe even Francesca.

I've been coming to Francesca once a month for about two years. It was fun talking to you both, regardless of your intentions to get along to avoid ruin. It's fun talking to girls around my age. Francesca is refreshing and easy to talk to, and I think Marianne is a very frank lady.

We're friends, can I say?

"Something to worry about?

I was a little clouded by Marianne's question.

Let's wrap things up in ourselves about the North before we say it. I don't feel like saying it without proof...

"Are you worried about your social debut?

Francesca asks - she wasn't in military uniform, she was in a dress today - with a prank gaze. Francesca made her debut three years ago, as did Marianne last year.

To Francesca's question, I accidentally wanted to crash into my desk. I mean the North, but the debut's a mess.

"... this year, I have to..."

The two of them looked at each other in vain.

- We talked about this at the night club, right? Who will be Remilia's opponent? "

"Master Dominic was looking forward to it. What can I get you?"

Oh. Are we talking about this? I guess so. I had a headache about who to ask, and I thought I'd ask Dominic for an escort, but I can't! You have too different identities to be a problem!

... and I was crisply turned down...

You know my troubles, Francesca comforts me with a gentle voice.

"It's one night, so you don't have to think too hard"

Innocent, Francesca says, but it bothers me a lot.

"I thought they were really Master Henrik?

"I wonder if Henrik's here."

"Oh, why?

I pointed my mouth at Marianne's question.

"Things I Think Will Step Down With Dance"

"It's in my eyes!

Marianne stood up and laughed.

My cousin Henrik is currently a little sloppy. Every time I try to regenerate it, it's a bickering, isn't it?

Besides, in Remilia's ruined future, Remilia's social debut escort was Henrik.

I want to keep the dangerous flag folded.

Francesca changed the subject to how I was going to roar.

"But choosing a dress is fun - what color do you want it to be? I was wearing a blue dress but I regret that I was a little too grown up."

"That looked good on you, Your Highness?

"Really? But I was wondering if I could have been more gorgeous. It's too easy."

"- I floated a little past the odds. With an oriental design…"

"Marie's dress was lovely, wasn't it?

"I regret that the evil stood out. Older people gave me the novel."

Hmm. Is it something that even Francesca, the most beautiful woman in the world, and Marianne, who is sensitive to epidemics, regrets? - I also have a headache when it comes to dresses. I recall matters of concern, blurry.

"When I went to the National Church the other day, I heard from a Malayan cleric."

"From Malaya?

"Yes, Your Highness. I got you a dress if you want to make a social debut."

"Oh, isn't the old dress nice, too?

To Marianne, who sparkled my eyes. I think, um...

She said, "I'm sure you'll look great." It was a beautiful dress.

The color.

I showed the handkerchief I had. I've been sneaking this handkerchief to explain this.

"These are the colors..."

Dark peach. Or pink! Pink.

Like a princess with glitter eyes wearing, pink.

Dear Malaya, I just wanted to say that I can't do this - but Malaya said to me, 'It's something I couldn't wear as a girl. I haven't been able to dress beautifully since I joined the National Church' and I couldn't say anything when they smiled... Master Malaya still seems to think of me as a little child. An amazing beauty might suit you, but... if it was me, it would look like a playground and be worn beautifully.

"That's a little brave. That's a color."

Francesca looked in my hand and smiled bitterly. Marianne smiled, alas.

"Me, my favorite color. Let me see it next time."

Fashion leader Lady Marianne would wear it. I snorted.

Marianne has a really good style. Long hands and feet on small face. I have enough tall to be the condition of Cardina's beauty - and any outfit suits me, as long as I envy her. I wish I was a little taller.

"I like peaches too - they don't look good on me."

"Oh, are there colors or something that don't suit Your Highness?

Francesca's humility, I said with some impatience. Is there a dress or something that the goddess can't even wear? To my booing, Francesca unexpectedly let it slip a little.

"I do. Light peaches don't suit me, not at all! There's a bunch of dead clothes in my room."

"Uh, really?

Isn't it a little inferior to other colors or a luxurious concern? And with a suspicious eye on me, Francesca sees anything? and invites me to my private room.

Marianne laughed half a bit for some reason, and I went to Francesca's private room and waited for her to change.

"Have you seen Marianne?

"I do. Your Highness is really the dress you wanted to wear during your debut..."

"Oh, look forward to it."

I wonder what kind of dress it is, and I'm excited that Francesca showed up high in her footsteps.

"What do you say?"

"Well, Your Highness!

I smiled and looked back in the direction of my voice and I... hardened.

Light peachy - sprawled fuzzy and hem, poor dress. It's like everyone wants to try it on once if it's a maiden.

Er... and.

Francesca dropped her shoulder on me, hardened with a smile. Behind him, they helped him get dressed. Sylvia is smiling bitterly.

"Honestly, Remilia?

Francesca looks at me with a burnt eye, so I look away.

"... Shh, that's a nice dress"

"Does it look good on you?

Er... and I let my gaze swim. Light peach - adorable dress. The pattern of the lace is also very elaborate... it's really brilliant.

A princess as beautiful as a goddess, but I do, but with that said, she reminded me of how much she resembled my father.

Hey, what is it? Like a very pretty man dressed as a woman............

I look for words......

I honestly apologized.

"Sorry! Your Highness!! You look like my father when you wear that dress!!

Marianne burst into laughter and Francesca dropped.

It's not like you look good in anything because you're beautiful. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.