The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Zigmunt Lame is the Count who governs Canaan, the territory of Vaza in the southwest.

In the Vaza clan......, perhaps my grandfather Mateusz and his father should be cousins. A tall, somewhere shady old man. I've never really met him alone. I approached the old man, taking Sola.

Sora grunts her throat with vigilance.

Sola hates her aunt Catagina. Maybe find out what's inside of me. So they think of this old man who's always with Catagina as their enemy.

"Do you have an appointment with my father today? Sir Lame."

"No, I pressed him suddenly. I'm sorry."

"... Your husband doesn't know when he'll be back, Count. Why don't you come back to the mansion for once? We will contact you as soon as your husband returns…"

Hilda, the middle-headed woman, said.

I don't really talk to guests from her, but I can see the confusion. "I can reward you later," but it's time for the evening. Zigmund goes back to the mansion, gets the reward... then it will be tomorrow.

In short, I guess Hilda is saying, "Please change the day".

Sitting at my favorite round table in the courtyard, Jigmund shook his head. Tough old man and cute round table. It's an uncomfortable sight.

"Care is useless. Let us wait."

I don't care, Hilda frowns. - Even Zigmund would know the euphemistic criticism, but he put his mouth on the cup with a cool face.

... Zigmund pushes me, and it's rare to stay.

I laughed Hilda a bit and sat in front of Jigmund. Sora keeps on alert with her pugging nose. All right, all right, you're not mad.

"- I wonder what Lady Remilia's dragon was called."

"It's Sola, Lord Lame"

"Is it Vaza's blood, the color of his eyes is the same as ours"

"Maybe. Hey, Sola. Sora's a vazza, isn't she?

"Cu? Cu......?

Sora figured out if she understood our language. Jigmund laughs and lays his eyes down.

"Dear Remilia, I am sorry to keep you waiting for the Duke today - you will be angry, but I would like to forgive you..."

"It's a sudden errand, isn't it? I don't think my father would be mad, either, for that matter."

Maybe. I added in my mind.

My father thought it was because he was narrow, and the mansion became noisy. - Father, I guess.

When I lifted my gaze, I took Sebastian, and Father came. He must have returned from the royal palace.

"- I didn't hear you were coming today, Zigmund"

"Forgive me, my lord. There was something I wanted to hear."

Zigmund stood up and put his hand on his chest, breaking his hip. Father wrinkled his nose disgustingly for a moment - but had no choice, he lowered his back to the chair.

Again, it's my favorite fancy round table. There are pastel-colored flowers scattered... but they don't look good on you both.

When I laughed and cramped my cheeks, my father coughed because he looked at me surprised.

"We had fun and tea with Zigmund."

"Ho."

I defended Zigmund a bit. I'm interested in talking about it. Zigmund expressed a little gratitude to me with his gaze, I think.

"- From the West, we have a messenger."

Jigmund cut out his seat. I was wondering if I could hear it, too, but - Zigmund keeps on asking me.

"Have you stuck your demands again at the Canaan border?

"No, it's more disrespectful."

"Well, whatever."

Father taps the table with his index finger on his right hand, ton...... Zigmund glanced at me and said.

"After the Second Prince, he wants to welcome Lady Remilia"

"Shh."

I raised my voice unexpectedly! I... Huh! Behind you! Tice! What about my father, who stood up unexpectedly and raised an insane voice?

"Father, go! Surprise me more! It's my story!

When I protested, my father went unpunished.

"Talking about aristocratic marriage is like a weather greeting. I'm surprised I don't have it."

One, cold. Father laughed a little.

"And you're dismissed."

"... may I ask why? - Oh, the Second Prince also said that he would give me a mantra to be King Tice."

"The second prince is certainly his wife. I have a righteous queen, not a concubine. Conditions are bad for letting Remilia marry her. That's one thing. And what good would Remilia do us to marry a second prince?

Zigmund said pale.

"Supporting His Excellency."

I accidentally slipped my gaze and stared at the tea in the cup. In short. - Give me your daughter (Remilia), and instead, if I help you to make the Duke of Karish king - well, that's an obvious offer.

"Don't talk about it. - I'm not interested in the throne."

"I know - if we don't talk about it, the messenger has no choice."

"... you're giving up fast"

I even said palpitated...... What the fuck!

"Lady Remilia's marriages - I don't think they're going to happen. However, the words are bad... instead of the weather greetings... with all due respect, Your Excellency... must have reconfirmed that you are not interested in the Royal Palace."

"It's a bad joke"

Jigmund nodded.

"I think so, too, - there's just something to do after that..."

"The real deal?"

When my father and I looked at Zigmund, he sighed deeper - to his offer, we didn't think, and looked at each other.

A few days later.

Me and Father, then Zigmunt Lame was in the royal palace dressed up. Father is wearing white marshal clothes and lowering his medal. I wear a white dress that I don't wear very often - and I take my feet during the sight of His Majesty Beatrice.

Jigmund came to reward me not for his evil hobby suggestion to become the concubine of the Second Prince of the West (Tice) - but for wanting to hold a feast of peace. And I'm sending a messenger for that, so I want you to pick me up.

It was also accompanied by a letter from the King of the West. Moreover, the messenger has come to the king's capital. - I don't know, it's a very steep story.

The next day, immediately, Father rewarded His Majesty Beatrice... for a quick glance.

"... so suddenly, I also feel disrespectful"

"Tice's messenger has been coming since Beatrice's reign. It's not a good idea to say no."

As I turned to look, I remembered the words I had exchanged with my father in the morning. - The room was full of people with more than marquis titles and high-ranking royal palace officials. With so many people, like they hit the water, they are quiet.

I breathe, little by little, not to be enlightened as I feel sweat conveying on my back...... It may have been the first time I've ever dressed up in public.

Between the sights, three envoys dressed in Western costumes were drooling their heads. They are not allowed to raise their faces until the queen shows up. Behind me, the sword-bearing Kingsguards refrain - it's hard to say friendly, the tight air wraps me up...

At the same time that I swallowed my spit to keep the noise from ringing, the voice of the touch rises.

"Prince Singh, and His Highness Francesca"

They both dressed up, appeared and lined up left and right to colour the throne. The beautiful men and women of gold and silver are like picture stories. - We both have an unusual expression, and that shows their beauty - even divine.

The first touch called the name of Queen Beatrice, and we fell on our knees. Zach mechanical sounds align by stunning.

"Everybody, give me your face."

said Beatrice in a low soft voice. - No rush, no grumbling, no joy, no anxiety. The voice of the king, who shredded his emotions, dominated the room with ease.

I looked up and stared at the queen. The two left and right and the target queen wore dark purple dresses. Embroidery is gold. Multiple overlapping heavy it was brilliantly coloring the queen.

"I've come to preach the words of the King of the West, my apostle."

It was Yunker, the prime minister, who opened his mouth. To his words, the magnificent man, of the three messengers, who was in the front row apart from the other two, raised his face. Stand up prompted.

"Higher. I worship the honorable face of the King who reigns over the beautiful Middle-Country, and I know with the utmost pleasure. - From the Far West, I brought His Majesty's life to a close."

His skin, which speaks fluent Cardina's language, is red copper. - My eyes were rusty iron colors. Is he a formidable soldier? There is a knife wound on the lid. To the two with their heads down, Yunker spoke.

"Give the other apostles their faces - forgive them."

"This is a wordless word..."

A chill and a grin in the mouth of a magnificent Westerner - a joke and a peek of colors. I turned my eyes to the young messengers behind him just like the people around me......,.

"Huh...!

If it weren't for the voice of Singh, who pushed him to death from the throne, it might have been me screaming.

I opened my eyes in amazement and hurriedly closed my pompous open mouth - I think the man, for a moment, did, laughed.

White - snowy hair - peeking from under the turban, then - unlikely in people, treasure ball-like eyes. That look won't be the only thing that makes his impression stronger.

A forged body and - above all, its sweet, compelling voice.

"I worship your face, and I know with the utmost pleasure. Sire."

It was the dragon clan of beauty that I once met during my journey with the Singhs, who were supposed to stand low, proclaiming themselves as if they were the Lord during the sight, and who bewitched the flamboyant nobility.

I checked with my left hand, not thinking of the heart stone on my chest.

- - Yen - - Why, here!?