The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The golden eyes are a testament to the Dragons.

That is also a testament to the fact that both eyes say gold is close to pure blood......

Yen ends his greeting with a cool face, staring forward without people's gaze or anything. And the dragons, and the temples, leaked from the nobles that lived side by side. Follow the Dragon Clan -, a Western messenger appeared.

What does this mean?

- I can't help but think it contains something against Queen Beatrice, who could have obeyed the nephew of the Half Dragon Clan. I was flimsy about what the envoys of the West were thinking.

But behind my obliqueness, it was a pleasant laugh to say that it was by the way that I heard it from the high. If you look, Her Majesty had a pleasant smile.

"-This is the messenger who..., the familiar face"

"Well, what is it, Your Majesty?"

Beatrice broke her faceless expression and laughed intimately. Yen only raises the edge of his mouth.

"- Long time no see, Yen - I've never heard of you being an officer in the West (Tice). I wonder what that means, Willanat Hayal"

"- Oh, Your Majesty. It's an honor to hear your words in person. - Your Majesty and this man did not know you."

to a white tone. But Beatrice did not move, and laughed by the time.

"Really? - Could it be someone else's aerial resemblance? Well, fine. The nostalgic western scent isn't bad either. So, consul (Willanato), state your intentions."

The queen took her gaze off Yen in a calm manner and saw the magnificent messenger inorganically. - The aristocrats who live side by side gather their temptations and focus their consciousness on the Messenger again.

I was checking my heart with my left hand for the early bell. I wonder if I can make a proper poker face......

I wonder why Yen is here. I don't know how you do Western messengers or anything, and I knew Yen and Her Majesty Queen Beatrice knew each other!

Doubts and shocks. Even while I'm thinking of something else, the messenger speaks up.

It was a roundabout way of putting it, but - in short, the second prince wanted to visit Cardina and celebrate the crown prince - that is, the standing son of Francesca.

Prime Minister Yunker replied with a no, and the messenger bowed his head respectfully after deciding that the details were in a letter. The messenger called Hayal - he looked like a formidable samurai, but his waist was soft. - Willanato seems to be the title.

This brought an end to the sight, - and then it became a dinner party surrounding the people who had been visiting Cardina with the Messenger.

Out of the hall I exhaled...... Francesca, Sin, and then His Majesty Beatrice came out late from me and my father. His Majesty has a little blues on his forehead.

"... Damn, I thought my heart would stop...!

"My aunt, do you know Yen?

Singh asks what I wanted to hear. Beatrice looked disgusted.

"Old - old acquaintance -. Duke"

"Yes."

"Hey, can we talk in the separate room?

"I'm in awe"

Beatrice bitterly said, he took Father......, in public he has a sweet attitude towards Father - that's what I like, like - and the queen with an attitude has no sign of that at all when there is no gallery. I'm just pretending to like it, I feel like it. Francesca prompted me when I was dropping him off.

"Remilia, come here - let's get some rest"

"Yes, Your Highness"

I get unexpectedly escorted when I'm offered a hand. Francesca is tall as a woman. Kind of like a prince. I remember feeling it in the greenhouse. Unhabitual blonde hair, jewel-like eyes, white skin would be the "ideal prince" itself portrayed by Cardina's girl.

"... an earlier messenger, Yen?

"Yes, yes."

Francesca's hands are stiff. As I nodded, Francesca sighed.

"I wonder what the intention is to come as a messenger of the West"

Blurry into the room and sit back in the chair. When I sat next to him, Singh walked up to the window and said, looking out.

"You don't have to worry about it, because I'm free anyway, and it's decided for no good reason because it seems interesting."

"Harassment?"

When Francesca asked Singh, Singh sarcastically said somewhere.

"Your Majesty, who is able to obey me of the Half Dragon Nation (...) and - the prince of the West Country, who is able to obey the Dragon Nation as a messenger. You're a little disgusted."

"I guess so."

That would be a pretty harsh statement, but Francesca agreed. You also have these killer conversations with Sin.

"I haven't done a lot of things in a long time, Yen."

Oh, Sin is cold on Yen! When I was surprised, Singh glanced at me.

"I've told you before, Remilia"

"Yes?"

"Yen is a bad one, isn't he? Don't get too close."

"Well! I'm not going anywhere!

"Really? If he says anything to you, let me know, okay? Because we're together."

I was in love with you by accident! Sin left the room saying, "I'll get a drink," wondering if she was okay. Absolutely, you have no credibility...

Drop off Singh's back and laugh when Francesca shudders.

"Sure, you were a cool lord."

"Oh, no..."

"I've never seen that face of Remilia before."

"Yep! Was it on your face!?

I thought I could hide it!

Francesca blew out to me in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, I was able to hide the joke."

"... Your Highness..."

When I looked half-eyed, she laughed, fu.

"But you didn't expect to see the Dragon Clan in this place..., not the ritual of Riko..."

"Your Highness?"

"Yeah, it's nothing. But I'm surprised Remilia likes you."

"Chi, no! It's just, hey, it's nice... and tall."

"... Isaac, pity..."

"Yes?"

"No, anything. But the Second Prince's messenger, that's a hassle."

"... about Tice's inheritance?

She explained to me, yeah, when I asked. The first prince, with a second prince, born to a mother of high stature, and a mother of low stature of Halem. You think there's a faction and the battle for the throne is fierce? Maybe the second prince wants to connect with Cardina as a back shield, or recapture the Vaza territory Canaan "taken" by Cardina to make it popular in the country.

Either way, I must have brought you some other, nasty offers.

"... there was an affair with Remilia."

Francesca asked me a few questions and I affirmed.

"Yeah. I declined, though.... Your Highness."

I wasn't sure if I should ask, but I looked indoors. There are close guards outside, but no one else. Francesca and I are rarely together.

"... may I ask what your Highness thinks? If Tice marries me, what will His Highness do?

"Remilia?

Water-colored, eyes the same color as mine turn consciousness here. I overlapped words.

"... what would you think if I thought it wasn't too bad to be Queen of Tice?

We stared a lot, and Francesca woke herself up leaving it in the chair.

"- Right. You'll use every hand to stop it."

"Why?"

For some reason, I knew what it was, but I wanted her to tell me. Francesca is always nice and courteous to me. But it doesn't show me the heart. She often thought about it, but said it.

"Tice's second prince is an ambitious man. After Remilia, when the boys are born - they will intervene in Cardina. Besides, someone's going to crown Vaza with Remilia's son."

"Yes."

"- I want to avoid civil unrest that is useless to Cardina. So we'll stop Remilia from descending into another country."

Francesca takes a breath and then laughs sarcastically.

"That's a slightly sloppy way to put it, with a little cleverness. - To be honest, I... I want to be king. True. So don't sprinkle disturbing seeds, right? So even if Remilia wants to go to Tice, I'll do everything I can to stop her. with any hand."

I was not lost in Francesca's determination. "I want to be king"? It's a line I can never tell you. I saw her hand.

I hold the sword, so I have hard fingers. A wise Crown Prince who never fails to train or study. Courtesy and seriousness equally to everyone. I would have felt I was too good to say that she would - be king for the good of my country. I want to be king, I assured her - weird story, but I liked it.

I call her by her name.

"... Francesca"

"What?"

"My hope is not that my father or my husband - the future, albeit - will come to the throne. From the bottom of my heart. - My father or brother is happy, and I am happy, too - then, if the country is peaceful and prosperous, that is the best. Me, I think."

"Yeah."

"I think I want the same as His Highness. So, - I will not marry Tice, and I congratulate His Highness on his standing son."

I will never be the enemy of Francesca, ever.

Holding her hand, Francesca looked seriously at me..., holding that hand back.

"Does that mean - that the interests of me and Remilia coincide?

"Yes, Your Highness. Don't forget."

"Remember"

Francesca broke his face. Then I can see just a little blush on her white cheek.

"That's sloppy."

"What is it?

"When you come into your nostalgia light like that -, you're confused, followed, you show the truth..., even though you're not good at showing your true intentions"

Francesca lay his other hand on my hand, like a prince. And then I laugh. The real thing, which I felt caught a glimpse of for a moment, would soon be covered in the princess's mask.

But first, I told you what I meant, so I guess I'll do it. Whatever she doesn't believe. - I will not be an enemy. I need the princess to believe me, too.

"I wish I was a prince. Then, after Remilia - we all fit in a circle."

I tilted my neck.

"Oh, Your Highness. I'm sorry to bother you with that. - Because my father and His Highness are very similar. It's a little bit to marry the same face as my father."

Back in the day, I was jealous that this girl clearly looked more like my father than I did. But not now. My father is my father, not like Francesca. Of course, with me.

"Too bad," Francesca said playfully.

"... both of you, what are you up to?"

Looking in the direction of his voice, the door opened and Singh appeared. Three glasses containing drinks are placed in a tray.

Hands together, staring at each other. We looked at Singh, then stared at each other again, leaking laughter as we creaked.

If I can get a drink back, I have to go to the hall.