The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

In Cardina, the ties of the northern population are stiff.

About half a century ago, it was the current king, the father of Beatrice, who killed the last king of Vaza.

He was not only Vaza, who was the peripheral ambassador who guarded the North, but took half of the nobles and crushed half. It was under Uncle Borderline who filled the vacant seats. Give me an example: the Kirchner family, the Hooker family, the Yunker family, etc. They were also staying in the King's Capital and were close to each other. About two years ago, it was no longer necessary to notify the obligatory nightclub, and by this time, the northern people are frequently face-to-face with each other.

A nobleman with territory in the north was also holding a night club tonight. Participants also have many young daughters.

- Vincent takes the girl's hand next door, annoyed that she can turn a meaningful gaze from them.

"If you don't mind, have a dance?

"Thank you for inviting me, Master Vincent"

The girl shakes her cut hair pitifully.... From the side, you must think they're two suits. The girl looked up at Vincent inadvertently, - and spit out the poison.

"It's a really stupid gathering, isn't it?... and a lot more popular. Hey, Vincent?

"... Marie, I've been wanting to hear it for a while. You don't exactly match your expression with your tone, do you, clever?

"The gift of training."

In the distance the conductor signals and the light song begins to play.

"It's rare that you're in, so the ladies are waiting for you, next Viscount. If I dance a song, can I go home? I don't want you to deal with them."

"I don't know what you said on the wall, but you're getting a baron's warrant? Was it a musen? Shall I take turns?"

"... we'll stay together till the end, Vince"

Marianne made a brilliant turn as she said.

Vincent has a strange impression that the trunk is firm while supporting her. Poor Marianne at first glance, but she was born in Takemen to serve the princess. I knew I was working out.

I was here today at a meeting where many aristocrats from the North gathered, both of whom were ordered by their parents to attend. It can be said that many young people come to the matrimonial statute.

- Nineteen for Vincent and seventeen for Marianne.

It's no strange age to have a fiancée, but there's a reason for each other that we don't have a set match. Marianne said that her parents were reluctant until the princess's marriage was decided, and that she herself would like to interact freely with many people for a while.

Vincent was not an outcast, so there was a time when the relatives were reluctant to admit him as their successor, and there was no fiancée.

Vincent is just an exotic if someone of his relatives' age becomes a Viscount.... the conditions are too different between nobles and a Gentile.

My father-in-law, Alfred Yunker, and my mother-in-law, Elizabeth, say they don't even make hasty decisions. My stepfather says there will be a good friendship, and my stepmother tends to laugh in her dreams that she just needs to accompany whoever she likes.

My father-in-law, Alfrate, comes from civilians.

I hear the slander was aggravated when marrying my mother-in-law by the intercession of an earlier king. So maybe I'm cautious about choosing my son's opponent.

"... out of a high-ranking noble or wealthy house, but also to the civilian population. No prejudice to the Westerners, the languid ones"

"What is it?

"The terms you want from my marital partner, that's easy, right?

"Whatever you are, you don't say."

Vincent silently changed course with Marianne.

My father would be ashamed to marry a woman who has no special hope for marriage but no status or wealth. Again, ill-blooded bastards, but..., it's not funny that their parents are made to be virtual.

I knew I was being gazed at by the girls on the wall. Hot gaze pricks your skin like a needle.

Their gaze changed one hundred and eighty degrees since my father became prime minister. Even those who have been complaining that they have dirty skin tones now make shiatsu in front of Vincent.

"... that's a hassle"

"... not at all"

We're both about the age, no fiancée.

So every time I came to a nightclub, I was ordained by an unintended opponent, and it was a hundred million robberies that made me sign up for a dance. Isaac said, "Are you two dating?" She asked with a smile, so they both kicked her in the tibia from behind.

In terms of position, the non-participating Isaac doesn't change that much tonight, but he's a second son, and he's groaning. Besides, I won't refuse anyone's invitation at the night club, and if they say so, I laugh and retreat. Still uncanny and hateful, it was gainful.

"Speaking of which, so does Remilia..."

"Yeah?"

The song ended and the two sat at a table for two. At a window with no other table nearby, Marianne looks up at Vincent with her cheeks on both hands. In a world just for the two of us...... you can see it from the side, but Vincent is going to get itchy on his back.

"Remilia's a pain in the ass, she's a pain in the ass... she was moaning about her debut."

"Phew."

"Not interested?

I don't think so.

Marianne received the beverage she had brought for her service and put her lips in the shape of an arc.

"Denial that you can't get your hair in, that's a lie"

……

"I don't mind. Remilia said it was hard not to choose the escort role for her social debut, too? Rumor has it that the candidate won't even know - for example, Heidecker's son, Marquis, Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard, and more."

"And then what?

"Rumor has it that Assistant Chief Alexander and Sin are the ones"

"If Singh is the opponent, isn't she happy? Even when I met Singh at the theater, I was snorting."

Vincent remembered what happened yesterday.

Sin has been Remilia's favorite for a long time. In the mood that I can't stop smiling every time Singh says something...... except for Singh's admiration for Francesca, he'll be fit for age and status, and no one would be more suitable for Remilia as she gets married.

"I don't think Remilia's in any hurry with Sin, though?

Marianne tilted her neck and assumed that Vincent and her gaze fit.

"Because Singh seems happy to be here - I thought you might like it,"

"No?

"When Fran and Singh were getting along, I was hallucinating because I was staring, wondering if he was jealous... he seemed like he was happy about something, that kid... I don't know what it was, though Moe managed to manage Oshikaapu... it sounds like an exotic word, I don't know"

"How many words?

Marianne chuckled as Vincent twisted her neck to a word she couldn't hear.

"Besides, my brother, you seem weak, and I wonder if you can still think of anything to marry him for worrying. I've been sick and staying at the National Church before... but I'm glad I'm recovering."

Because of the truth, Vincent agreed that he was... Francesca, Marianne and Remilia seemed to get along well. Remilia's childhood temper is a distraction, and instead of her late mother, she takes care of her brother and... condolences are also active. As a duke's warrant lady, he says he's conscious, but he won't be such a big deal.

... I have met him once or twice, but Julius, the son of the Duke's family, was well connected to his sister. Weak, golden tea-haired toddlers let Vincent leave with nostalgic emotions. My brother had the same hair color.

Somehow it was the young man with golden brown hair, an impure voice, who broke the soothing air that flowed between them.

"Get out of my way, Yunker"

Who is it, and give him a face...... Vincent is about to unwittingly tongue. A tall young man is looking down at the two.

"Oh, Master Henrik. Good afternoon."

"Hooker, it's been a while."

Henrik Varevski, Remilia's cousin, who the two were talking about, stood. Black nightclub clothes show up on his white skin. Without even moving into Vincent's obvious discomfort, Henrik forced him to bring a chair when he signaled his service. I broke into a table for two.

"What can I do for you?

"The northern sparrows are loud. It's quiet in your place, so mix it up."

I don't mind Vincent wrinkling between his eyebrows, Henrik sat deeply in the chair with our faces when he let him bring his drink.

"That's unusual, I can't believe Henrik's attending a night club in the north. What kind of wind blow?

"... go after Reishi's Marianne Hooker."

Henrik wrinkled his nose as he put his mouth on the glass.

"Why don't you just lie to my expression anyway?... Really?

"I was invited to Dominic Kirchner. Otherwise I won't come. They're gonna be late."

They looked at each other. Dominic Kirchner and Henrik still seemed to have an interaction. Henrik snorts, humph.

- Speaking of which, there was a candidate here, too.

Henrik looked at her with blue eyes as Bozori and Marianne muttered.

"What are you talking about?

"Nothing. You and Dominic today?

"Oh, I have business..."

"Hey, Henrik. Because of this, why don't you dance?

"I'm with you? What good is that?"

Marianne laughs.

"Isn't it possible to spread rumors that Vincent Yunker has been shaken?

"..., not bad, got on"

"You betrayed me, Mari."

"Because I'm afraid of the faces of the ladies! Vincent should dance with all sorts of people once in a while."

Henrik gives Marianne her hand and she responds lightly.

Vincent sent them out with a bitter face and made a smile to look back as he opened his heart to the signs of a few approaching behind him.