The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

It is the night.

Take Al of Feilong out - and Singh was circling over the king's capital. When I went to my favorite, the tower that Wang Du could see, there was an ancestor there.

"That, Sola?

The white skin that shines on the moon and night, the watery eyes that photograph the bright skies of the day, are just like his Lord. The dragon snapped his neck.

(Shinda! A t, o sampo nano?)

(Sora, Il, Mira, Inai. Henriku Ha)

As Singh slipped off Al's back, the young dragons began to chat. Singh laughs and strokes Sola for the first time in a long time.

Hung, and Sola turn that way. He patted him with his tail and slapped him gently on the leg. Sin raised his voice in pain.

(Sora, Shin no Doragon Chigau. If you touch Kiyask, meh! Nano!)

Sin apologized because she was so angry. Sora is right.

"What about Remilia today?

(Osampo alone in Kyoha! - Asanano is Miri Ato Sampo. It can't be Rushu Dearkuno.)

"Oh, I guess so."

Sora, like Al, is never connected at the Duke's house, apparently.

Fly over the Duke's house at will, occasionally play and I'll go home. "At first I was wondering what I would do if I ran away," Remilia laughed. Dragons are limited in the King's Capital of Cardina. Feilong has a warm temper, and he never said that dragons compete with each other.

Sora will return to Vaza properly while playing in the King's Capital because he recognizes the Duke's house as a residence.

Have you had any fun with Singh lately? When I heard, Sola moved her wings, flailing.

(Sora no Kobu, not Onesho again! Yuri, I had a good time!)

Sin blew out. Remilia's brother is such an adorable toddler, much like his father and mother, but apparently his father reprimands him for the crude phase. Still, is Julius a child!

For Sola, Remilia is (Okiikobun) and Julius is (Chii Saikobun). The Duke is a gardener! Singh almost laughed. I haven't even used the keys to the rose garden I got from the Duke of Kalisch in the past few years, but I think I'd like to go again.

(Of Sola, Ikitai)

(Yiyo, Shinto, Kuru, Yiyo)

Sora and Al have fun and start chatting, and Singh hammers at it. I dropped Sola off to say goodbye, then I took Al and flew around the King's Capital - to near a change of date.

Returning Al to the stables of the royal palace, he moved his ears hiccups.

(Shin, tskareta? Mowfrog? Yes, Mada Asobu!)

Al rubs his face in dissatisfaction. Al was a young dragon older than Singh and had a blatant loneliness.

"I'm sorry, we all worry when it's too late. Shall we play again tomorrow?

(Ohirha, Shingainai. A, rusty……)

"Because I'll ask Guy to fly wherever you want"

(Yes, Shingai. Shingaski, Shin, Ohirha. Shit. Ike, Iada. A Moiki Thai. Isho, Suki)

"- Right. Why don't you come with me? I'll ask."

When he forgived, Al followed Singh. While going to school, a young youngest takes good care of Al, but he seems to miss him.

I was wondering if I should go to school - take him to the dorm and take care of him, like Henrik, for example, but then, I'm worried about the night.

I thought I'd take you through. I'll wave later. There was sometime Guy next to Al who seemed lonely, and Singh waved to say hello. Young and faceless, he nodded and bowed his head.

I gave up sneaking my feet into the royal palace and stretched my spine as I passed beside the gatekeeper and they did not return. The knights of the Kingsguard escort the royal palace, especially close to the queen and Francesca's quarters, but many of the entrances to the building itself belonged to the central army, not to the Kingsguard.

"Has anyone come looking for me?

"Not yet tonight. - But, Prince, stop walking too much at night. My life expectancy will shrink if I split."

"That's right. You'll be worried, too."

"I'm sorry."

The two young men sent Singh out with a friendly smile when they laughed and deceived rather than saying they were going to change. Sin was more familiar to them than the Kingsguards.

If you are a Kingsguard, you are the majority of senior nobleman's children. There are no human beings who secretly look down on Sin, whose mother is less of a dragon tribe.

I was wondering if it could be in the room, but then I felt comfortable and stretched my legs to the greenhouse.

At night, but with the lights on, I went on my feet in anticipation -, once again, there was Francesca there. He thinks with a cheek wand on the table behind the greenhouse. A samurai noticed Singh signaled Francesca, and she raised her face.

"- Also, a walk at night? Welcome back, Singh."

"I'm home, Fran - it's late, isn't it?

My cousin looked back at Singh with her jewel-like, empty eyes. Sit beside me holding down the urge to touch my golden hair innocently, as I used to.

I can't sleep.

"Every worry?

"No, I don't know... there are nights like that sometimes, right?

"What do you think? I'm sleeping. I wonder if you ever had trouble sleeping."

"I'm so proud of the graphics."

I'm relieved that Francesca finally laughs when I tear it up.

"Fran's too serious. - Forget about the nasty stuff. Go somewhere to the distractions, let's go. I'll get Al on board!

Francesca smiled a little and looked lonely.

I think I've noticed that look. Francesca can't be pathologically high. After knowing why, Singh regretted chilling Francesca for not riding the dragon.

I knew Francesca cared about her only weakness, which was praiseworthy of having no flaws.

"... I need to train you. I've never been King of Cardina before."

"The king's job is not to ride a dragon."

When I tell him to encourage me, Francesca laughs and stands up that you are.

"So, what about the Far Run? Then maybe I can hang out with Singh, too."

"Fine, I'm looking forward to it"

While Sin was relieved, he continued the conversation.

Speaking of which, I met Remilia the other day.

"To Remilia?

"Yeah, he said he was going to the theater to watch some kind of play"

"Queen Magdalena?

"Yes, that - Fran going too? Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Francesca shook her head.

"I'm interested, but - I won't let it happen this time. If one day I'm officially invited, I'll go."

"Oh well..."

When Singh delivered Francesca to the room, he himself went back to the room.

Francesca lowers her samurai and quickly wraps her nightdress around. I looked at myself in the mirror and I sighed. - As a woman, on a boned body - that's the result of working out - I sigh.

"Undressed..."

For one thing, I wish I could be like a muscular lady knight, but I couldn't muscle that far after working out. I sink myself into a chair mocking myself as I was halfway there.

"The Dragon Clan will not come to the ritual of Riko"

Yes, Mother - Queen Beatrice had told me a lot to discourage Francesca. In the past, no matter which king he was, the dragon emissary came to state his celebration when the king prince of Cardina stood. It is unprecedented that the Messenger of Celebration will not come.

The chief hates humans.

That's what the knowledgeable Singh said, but I don't feel like Francesca has been spotted for his lack of qualities. It has nothing to do with saying it's a woman. I was wondering if it was my fault that I couldn't even get on the dragon, the thin lines, everything I could only do halfway.

"- I'm sorry, but you can't help it, Mother. Make it grand at least."

I laughed brightly, but Beatrice would see Francesca's anxiety.

"I'm weak."

Look at yourself in the mirror and sigh.

Strong, and seemingly branded "ineligible" to try to be resolute as Prince Wang, I feel comfortable and sink.

- I wish I could say I was king even if the Dragons didn't recognize me. Until Sin - even my cousin, who lives at will, cared.

"We need to hang on"

I try to get my hair done, and my eyes go to the temple. On my birthday this year, Remilia gave it to me. The workmanship is brilliant - the spiral is applied.

"Was it too cute?

Fun like you care and smile.

- Francesca usually doesn't wrap up cute stuff - but she probably picked it out knowing she likes it.

Grab the tweezer and remember the feel of Remilia's soft hand. She's - she's strong because of her soft, unreliable flair.

It is moving forward, supple and forward-looking, even with difficulty.

Even when his mother dies - he knows he's getting back on his feet and working hard for his brother and father. He said he would ride a dragon he couldn't ride and fly alone.

Many nobles narrow their eyes to what she looks like. Even to Francesca - she talks to me casually, as she would be uninteresting to her. Emotion-free hatchlings blink at Francesca, full of vanity.

One, one, diligently - we just have to move on.

Like her.

To my mother, to myself, and to be a king not ashamed of the people of Cardina. When Francesca sighed, reluctantly, there was a knock on the door.

"What's going on?

I didn't know you had something to visit the princess's bedroom late at night - I only have a bad feeling. When Francesca opened the door, Sylvia Heltling, Beatrice's maid of honor, peered into her face.

"What's going on? Silvia."

"- Your Highness, I'm sorry to be late at night - but I need you to confirm something as soon as possible."

"Fine."

It was the wind that Sylvia cared about the neighborhood, so she lowered the knights she tried to follow. Sylvia whilst leading Francesca - whispered her breath.

"What's going on?

When I heard it in a suppressed voice so that my voice wouldn't tremble with anxiety - Sylvia told me low.

"Your Majesty, you have fallen. I need a doctor with me now."

- Your Majesty.

Out of the way, I felt my heart snap.

As she hid her impatience and slid herself into her mother's - queen's chamber, Beatrice looked disgusted at her daughter.

"Hey, Francesca. Don't you look like the end of the world? You look more like you're dying than I do.

"-Mom!"

Beatrice wakes up half of herself when she rushes over to bed. There is a blue-faced prime minister next door, and the doctor who supports the queen goes out of the room when he gives the courtesy, and Sylvia follows suit.

"- You're welcome, Yunker."

"Your Majesty"

"Francesca, you worried late at night, didn't you?

"Such..."

"It's not a big deal. But tomorrow I will have a look with the nobles of the South - I will be late returning from the southern realm, and it will be in the afternoon to show my face - and you will be named for me in the morning. I'm sorry to be late at night, but I have a meeting."

"- Mother, leave the afternoon to me."

Francesca, along with Beatrice from the beginning, was also going to show her face. Yunker also nodded at Francesca's suggestion. - But Beatrice shakes her head.

"It's okay, I'll get the dossier quicker than that."

"Mother."

Yunker also agrees with Francesca, who has a blamed tone.

"Take over everything, I will. Rest quickly."

"-But"

"I will not give in, Your Majesty"

Stared at by the two of them, Beatrice sighed. I said I'll leave it to you, and again - I can lay my body down in bed.

Sire, it's potion water.

- Thank you, Sylvia.

Beatrice received the water and said she would drink it later.

Francesca was taken by Sylvia, while it lasted. I smile bitterly and wave even though Yunker is on my side to worry.

"I'll sleep properly, don't worry, Al"

"- I miss you, when they call you that -"

Yunker's name is Alflate.

Al was nicknamed Beatrice when he was younger and his sister Tania called him that. Now no one calls me. Beatrice smiled bitterly. I'm old. Neither does he, Beatrice. In my memory, only my sister remains young.

"- Tomorrow, please. I'll be on my way by noon... Assist Francesca. If the Hordes make any requests, don't let them answer."

"Yes, sir."

Beatrice exhales, staring at Yunker's back leaving to care for him. I looked at the ceiling in bed and thought about what was to come.

While Beatrice is still able to carry out her official duties vigorously, she will have to take over one by one.