The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

I saw several dragons in the courtyard of the royal palace from the crossing hall on the way to the hall.

"Henrik! Vincent!"

Me and Francesca, then Singh stops at the crossing.

It was Singh who shouted, and he waved from the hallway to invite two dragons and their riders from the people's waves.

The two of them fly hiccups on the dragon and get off the dragon in front of us.

A dragon with the same eye color as Henrik - Kai found me, only slightly throbbing with a goo. Kai is sand dragon and has the same white skin as Sola, but unlike my dragon sola in a good mood, she has a slightly cooler impression.

It doesn't work on anything, it's tattered.

"Your Highness."

After the two of them got on their knees in front of Francesca and thanked him, they got up. Francesca greeted them and I smiled at the blue-eyed dragon.

"Kai! Hiccup."

"Cu. Cu...... cu!

Kai looks behind me with his neck slightly extended. Sin interprets me with a laugh.

"Where's Sola? I hear that."

Sora and Kai are close, aren't they?

"- Today, is Sola home? I'll go see you next time."

"Queue"

When I said it, Kai unfortunately moved his ear. As Henrik reached his right hand as he turned forward. Okay, okay. Touching the dragon, Kai gently poked Henrik's head with his nose. Thanks for the consolation, like I said.

Henrik lives in a dorm, and Kai is in a stables, so he stays with me all day.

- This one's as close as a brother.

Late from Vincent and Henrik, two very similar young men appeared in their backs.

I'm holding back behind two dragons and watching the dragons.

He was a young man with blue and black hair... and had two different hair colors. Singh introduces us to the less irregular facial youths we don't often see in Cardina.

"I'm in military school. It's the two of us taking care of the dragons. Brothers invited by the East, say Souha and Landau"

Oh, it's rare for people from the East to come to Cardina. As I shifted my gaze, my eastern brothers knelt down and lay down their faces. It's in front of Francesca, so I suppose you're refraining from being coarse enough to call her a dragon that you know her well. I shifted my gaze from my eastern brother to my cousin.

"I wish you could bring Kai to the mansion, Henrik"

What about Henrik? and just glanced at his partner. Kai sounds "cuckoo".

He said he was coming.

Henrik - I laugh because I interpret. Kai has a clear face, but Sin doesn't correct it, so he's probably saying that.

"Will Vincent and Henrik attend the night club?

"Yes, Your Highness… before I do, I plan to show the messengers of the West (Tice) our martial arts."

"We?"

When Francesca looked up at the two, the tall two exchanged a glimpse of each other as they took their distance.

"The finest students in the military school perform martial arts. With the dragon - me and Yunker, take the lead."

"Really? I heard you were going to play a game with one of the Western emissaries with a sword, but who's going to play the mock game?

Henrik bent his mouth for a moment.

"The provisional (...) Chairman of our military school, is. Your Highness."

"So, Isaac?

Vincent nodded as I heard.

"Oh. Prince Singh or Kirchner fought over the delegates - Kirchner won"

They call each other by last name in military schools, and Vincent calls Isaac by last name in the royal palace, so it feels kind of fresh.

"I could have done it."

Sin says sorry, but Vincent says stupid, and he just looks bitter.

"If Singh loses, it will involve royal prestige"

"Right. But unfortunately, the rep wasn't Henrik, was he?

When I hear it like a prank, Singh explains it.

"I beat Henrik in a match to pick a delegate. - Isaac and I were the finalists, but Instructor Saule stopped us, and Zach's undefeated in the end."

"... I would have beaten Kirchner if I had been in the final, I would have"

Henrik said on the tannic side and Vincent snorted.

- It would be vain, Valevski.

"Shut up, World War II loser Yunker"

"I just lost to Singh, just like you, that's all. The odds of winning a mock match with you will be mutual."

"A total of 56 wins and 51 losses. My overwhelming advantage."

"Range of error."

I felt a little spark scattered between the two of us without a glance, but... we're friends here too? It's not...... Maybe. Francesca laughed, fu. You look like you've lost your shoulder strength to your usual condition.

"- I'm looking forward to martial arts. Okay, just now."

"Yes, Your Highness"

We broke up with the two of us and headed into the hall.

Francesca explains it to me as I go down the road.

"Did you hear the messenger breakdown from Tice this time?

"Yeah, a little."

"Hayal is the head of the messengers, and there are about ten others. - They're all riding sand dragons. Your Majesty allowed that."

"Everyone can ride a dragon."

The dragons will live more in the West than in Cardina. There must be plenty of people to ride.

- There have been few dragons in Cardina in recent years. That's because the current dragon clan leader hates humans and forbids dragon capture in North Mountain...

"When you can show off the dragon. I still regret it.... I think I've been riding with two female soldiers."

"A woman, a soldier?

"- In the West, women rarely take up military service. I guess I'll ask the person for more information. Hayal and two female soldiers, Lord Yen, who was just between the sights, and the other young man seem to be on the side of the Second Prince of the West.... I'm not looking forward to seeing who's here. Because I can see his lord in his subordination."

When we arrived in the hall, my cousin, Sylvia, showed up and followed Francesca as if she could not wait.

Francesca stops in front of the door.... I guess I'm waiting for Your Majesty.

You said today that you would refrain from taking sides as Francesca's samurai. Camilla, my tutor and escort, appeared from behind Sylvia and refrained behind me. Always a simple moving clothes girlfriend also wore a dress with a night club or gorgeous shades today. I whisper to her sneakily.

"Camilla, beautiful"

"... thank you. But don't worry, if you have to, you can move."

I laugh bitterly at serious answers. My uncle, Count Kaminski Yuzef, should also attend the night club. Let's go say hello with Camilla.

While I was thinking about it, Beatrice, the queen with her father, appeared.

I break my knee and kneel.

The queen smiled softly as usual and said in a calm voice, "Shall we go?" and the door opened.