The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The banquet welcoming the envoys of the West was held in the outhouse.

The ground floor of the outhouse is a large hall for ceremonies. All the walls facing south can be removed, leaving the horse intact in a courtyard so wide that it is likely to be able to run freely. Back in the day, in this place, the king who loved swordsmanship was letting his knights and mercenaries fight, and he said he was watching it from the back of the estranged palace, but after his reign as His Majesty Beatrice, he never heard of the match in front of him, that he would do the rough things in the royal palace, I suppose.

When the eight top classmates of the military school showed up, they were hailed by the aristocrats who sat in line. Is it because they and Isaac are top performers?

The students split into four pieces, each ridden on a dragon and second-hand.

Henrik on one side and Vincent on the other. When they stand on both ends of the courtyard, their instructor who showed up at some point - Stannis sends them a signal.

The students wore blue military uniforms and when they pulled out a simulated knife that crushed the blade, they glided low on the dragon.

Then, we meet our swords without mistake.

Dragons are well trained and take an unmistakable distance for riders to meet.

Dry metal sounds and wingspan sounds were heard regularly, letting them show off some of the prescribed, mould-like movements. Whether it's a coincidence or intent, it's Vincent meeting with Henrik, and I feel something else scattering like a spark between us...

"Henrik has steered the dragon better"

"Oh, Father. Don't you think I could mix it up over there and do better than Henrik if I got on Sola?"

My father said as I looked forward, so I turned to tears. The Duke's appreciation of his nephew seems sweet.

"- What do you think? Remilia's about to drop her sword, and Sora might be reluctant to do what she's decided to do, right?

"... I can't deny it... Father..."

Though I was told to do the martial arts, I laughed bitterly when I thought of Sola's diagram, which just goes somewhere with "Yada, Sora, Sinai". I can't do sword moves at all either...

I've asked Camilla, a reluctant tutor, to learn it, but I realized it wasn't for me in three days. Talent is unsuitable, and I specialize in escape techniques all the time... I don't look good, I can't tell anyone...,

Sora flies over to me wanting to go, she's in a good mood, buddy, but she's on a whim. Sora can't understand the need. She's not likely to join me in martial arts or anything.

It's about Stannis that Sola is absolutely submissive. Sola, who has equal (or higher) gaze against me, admires all that she calls "brother" about Stannis.

Whether it's because you're a dragon blood muscle or because you don't give me rice when you're angry is a mystery.

"Stop!"

It was Stannis, their instructor, who spoke to the students and stood still.

I don't know, your uniform's on the loose, right? Did your father think the same thing, when he looked at the side chilly, his eyes met, so he smiled with only his eyes.

Stannis urged Henrik and Vincent to let Queen Beatrice report the end of the performance.

"Every dragon is well trained."

"- We, eight. I bathe in the honor of riding in His Majesty's presence, and I am honored."

Only Henrik, probably the most highly qualified of the kneeling students, raised his face and returned the words directly to Queen Beatrice. Beatrice praised the students, and the envoys of the West also lifted the students with exaggerated beauty phrases.

"Not only are you brave, but you're all beautiful young people. Your Majesty! Those are the flowers that colour His Majesty's garden."

"- It will not come true for the mighty warriors of the West."

Flowers...

There's a bit of thorn in the expression, but I don't know if it's your fault. The messenger remains smiling and fond of his expression.

"Saule also led them well"

"It's a waste of time, Your Majesty"

Stannis answered in plain clothes, - Hayal, the envoy of the West, looked at Stannis in a meaningful way.

Lord Saule.

"Yes."

"Your students are well trained. Your country's future is cheap. Her Majesty the Queen, for all she can do."

"Excessive words, please"

And the queen commanded him to lift up his face, and Stannis lifted up his face - and lost his word while he was in captivity.

At the end of your gaze...... yeah, you surprise me. I knew there was Yen. Yen narrowed her golden eyes for an interesting moment, but nothing more reacted. To his reaction, Stannis also quickly returns to his calm face. Then he uttered "the other", which would probably follow the procedure decided upon.

"Some of the students are particularly good at swordsmanship. - If the Apostle will excuse me, may I join the knights accompanying you?"

"Wow! That's funny - who is it?

"May I introduce you"

"Absolutely."

"... Kirchner"

When Stannis called, of course it was Isaac Kirchner who showed up there. Though I almost accidentally clapped...... I just fastened it in my heart. Baron Kirchner, who refrained in the distance, had a cool face even when his son was called by name, and was more proud of his brother Dominic.

"I forgive you for your direct words to the Apostle. Name it."

Encouraged by the Queen, Isaac rose, and there was no tension at all there.

"- My name is Kirchner. I am a young man, but I would like to borrow the breasts of the Apostle."

"Wouldn't that be a barbarian move, young man in the east?"

"There are many famous swordsmiths in the West. Thank you for the opportunity to catch a glimpse of one end of it."

The envoy rejoiced, as the grinning Isaac followed and gave the name of the venerable sword saint. to and lips in the form of arcs.

"Oh, you say something nice"

The messenger raised his right hand. - Who will deal with them? Hey, is that Yen?

It was a tall skinny figure who betrayed my excitement and advanced.

"Kyptiya"

That would be the name of the person. - The nobles in the hall purposefully turned their eyes slightly round, as did Isaac, who did not move too much into things.

"May I call you, Willanat Hayal"

She (...) advances plain clothes.

It is tall that the messenger has named Isaac's opponent.

However, he was clearly a woman and a figure......!