The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"Look, hungry ghost - that's your compatriot... not quite like a dirty hungry ghost like you though"

Stannis clearly remembers the first time he saw the man.

When I was flown to a conflict area in the north without hope, I wondered if I was ten at that time.

It would be nice if Stannis himself had been helped and taken over by the passion of the previous Duke of Vaza when he mourned the father of the murderer in the worst form of execution and was also torn apart from his mother..., Duke Mateusz was a whimsical man, and when he named himself the wildcat he picked up, he quickly lost interest.

Spend more than a year working downstairs at Vaza's mansion without any kind of education or asylum.

When Mateusz died of illness, Stannis was now lightly abandoned from the Vaza family and taken to the military.

The Duchess wanted to keep the dragon tribe mixed and rumored... even if it didn't look like it at all... and the blood of the murderer away from his two precious children.

I guess you didn't want to buy the king's unhappiness.

The army took Stannis in two replies, happy that if he were to draw Dragon blood, he would be an excellent soldier.

(Nothing, I'll get you out of here one day..., and look for your mother)

I couldn't move to execution with that in mind because I was fitted with an abominable collar to prevent escape.

A cleric laughing in an inferior voice tightens crisply when she curses in a withered voice, cold metal.

Stannis has thin tea in both eyes, but occasionally glows golden when his emotions get high, apparently.

The clergyman was amused, jerked off by everything, and once he was caught dying in opposition, Stannis remembered to obey heavily on the surface.

There is no reason for conversation with noble children, even if they were forced into military kindergarten schools where they still existed at the time. It would not be ostensibly eliminated if it were known that it was a Vaza relationship. It was easy to be far-winded. At one point, Stannis was also kicked out of the army's preschool when his noble brother challenged him to join forces and caused him injuries without being able to mitigate. "If that's all you stand up for, you won't need training," Stannis said.

Bobby, apparently, was the son of the king's remembered and congratulated subordinate,

Carefully half-killed by a teacher, he was pushed into the front of a carriage that gathered soldiers to the north, like a clown.

(If you don't expect anything, fine)

Sleep round so no one can touch you...... Only when I slept was it a gentle time.

When he rolled like a potato and endured the evil road to the north, the wounds put on him by the teacher had healed without a trace.

Stannis, whose wounds healed quickly by the unusual, praised with half a laugh that the drunken doctor collapse that was in the Cardina Army in the north was just a mix of dragons, and told me that he had your kind -

I don't know how the man was, but he was a dragon clan leaning against the Cardina army.

He doesn't think so if he thinks he's an old man with brilliant gray hair. As I made the observation, I looked back at Stannis as the sun's eyes seemed boring at dusk. Unexpectedly, the heartbeat bounces.

Having a rare brown skin as a dragon tribe living in the north, he was just as beautiful as a statue of God seen in the National Church and even angry with Stannis.

Dragon Clan......!

So what. What use is that? Don't you think they're compatriots even though they've never helped us?

My father was summarily executed while claiming to be a half dragon tribe, and Stannis is only spared that blood to be collared and kept.

The golden-eyed god looked at Stannis and wrinkled his nose with disgust, saying one thing.

"Oh, my God, you look like a cloak."

Shut up, I'll kill you. And staring even if he didn't say so, Yen grabbed Stannis' collar neck and threw it into the fountain so that he would do so.

All of a sudden, I literally wash my whole body hair upside down and watch out for Stannis.

Wearing his clothes with a strangely familiar trick, he wiped his head with a cloth at his disposal.

Ouch, but Stannis withstood with his lips drawn and tied.

If you return any reaction, something bad will happen. The man laughs contentedly when he keeps his mouth shut but dries the little boy.

"What do you look like a proper human child, what's your name?

Unexpectedly and gently smiled...... breathe.

Stannis leaned down.

One of the soldiers accompanying him on the journey told the man that the name of the hungry ghost was Stannis..., Stannis probably shook his head and denied it. No, that's not the name. My parents gave me a different name.

"...... yue"

Pompous and in a voice that only a man can hear, Yen says a cute dialogue that doesn't look good: 'You mean the moon'.

Stannis gave him a rough face.

"Yeah."

'That's a good name. My name is Yen. Nice to meet you, Yue.

For the first time in a long time, I felt I could get someone to call me by my name.

I get a terribly sweet look when I laugh even though it's a cold impression, weird guy.

That was my first impression of him.

Yen was a cod man anyway.

I wonder if you've worked out the dragon-mixed stanis until you throw up funny, and seriously, they teach you how to fight logically while illustrating it with a slightly better picture.

I sing when I get drunk. But I'm not feeling well.

Weak for beating. I'm used to handling babies. Nothing moves, no one does.

When he feels like it, he caresses his head carelessly and gently.

That tickles.

(Yen... I wish he was my father)

The boy thinks a lot of applause, that's outrageous! and tremble at my stupid thoughts.

But...., I think.

Yen is cool with whoever sees it (though he doesn't sing well), and he's strong. I'm sure someone won't kill me like 'Dad'.

Then I'm glad the boy wasn't here either. I was with my mother.

... I know, it's a delusion to be laughed at with your nose if you tell Yen. Yet I can't stop expecting it somewhere.

Wouldn't I be able to get a lost family again...

Yen, however, disappeared into the western sky one day on a pretentious sand dragon with 'coming out' as usual...

I don't know.

He never came back to the north.

Two years after meeting the whimsical master, the boy was alone again.

When I went out onto the terrace, I even hit the fence with bad manners - Yen was there. More than twenty years have passed since I first saw him, but his appearance has not changed at all.

"Hey, idiot apprentice"

Smiled with a sweet voice, heck, and poisoned.

"What are you doing here, free man? How long have you been serving in the West?

Yen shuddered as he approached him in time.

"Yeah? Nothing... Hayal's taking you, I'm just here to see you"

Don't come, when Stannis poisoned him, Yen narrowed his eyes.

"It's no different, the King's Capital. Whoever rules is the same... floating aristocrats, opposing armies..."

To a somewhat realistic word, I remembered saying that speaking of this man's origins were unexpectedly Cardina, not the West. Abominably, I have a good chance of remembering the conversation with Yen.

"Soaking up memories is fine, it doesn't mean you just came to see me, does it? What are you doing here?"

Again, ask. Yen made fun of it.

"I'm simply here to visit my hometown, which I miss.... if you say it doesn't change"

Yen's golden eyes glow funny.

"... Yue, how old are you? Mid-thirty?

Unexpectedly asked, "What?" I ask back, and the reaction is delayed. Yen's hand is reaching out, and after a moment, he messes with his hair. Like a long time ago.

I thought one day I'd look down on you. The height difference was sadly not much to fill. Shot in the eyes of the beast at close range.

"... it doesn't look very like it, especially when you put your hair down. At least it doesn't look like it's past thirty."

"What are you trying to say? Shit Grandpa...!

Yen turned off his smile.

As he lowered his palm, which messed up Stannis' hair, his forehead fell on his forehead, a sweet voice everywhere, the man whispered.

"- Yue. Since when do you grow old... quit human (...)?

"... hey...!

"Are you fooled by your dicky side and they don't notice? - Your signs are closer to us than Sin's."

"... bullshit, what are you talking about, bullshit..."

Yen laughed with his nose at Stannis, who had spoken confusion.

"If you hadn't noticed,... I'd advise you with companionship. It would be fun to have a family with the Dukes... but it's time to end it."

Family.

When Yen is jealous of a malicious word, the master turns his gaze to his disciple somewhere pitiful.

"Not yet. Ten, twenty years, what would happen if you were in this country looking like that? Sin is fine. He has a sign called Royalty. You just look like a human being - you know what they call you if you're just a soldier, living dispersed by people while you're immortal? I know... I used to be too."

Yen told me to sing.

"He's not a dragon, he's not a human..., he's called a monster"

"... what, ridiculous"

"Or, again - to be kept in the temple? Connected like a dog."

I'm about to be touched in the throat and pull myself back reflexively.

Stannis couldn't say anything back, just staring back into the eyes of the glowing master.

"Say it again - just figure out how to shake yourself and leave the king's capital -, I'm saying it out of favor, Yue"

When I tried to yell, don't be ridiculous, a mild, footsteps, did. I remember that footstep.

When Stannis gave her horrible face, there was a girl with golden hair.

He is anxiously shaking his empty eyes, losing his voice and standing up. Since when, have you been there? How far were you asking? What a voice to speak to.

I patrol, but I can use something in my throat and I don't have a voice.

(Creatures -)

Yen's words come to life.

- If, yes, she or her father calls me.

That can't be happening, even if there's no blood connection, - even if it's overbearing to say family, Stannis' place is the only one in that mansion.

Some near-limpid remilia on the elusive Leshek. Unfortunately for you, little brother, Henrik. Hilda or Sebastian or...

Yen continued his conversation all the more bright, not at all concerned with the inner heart of his disciple.

"Hey, lady. Long time no see. Grow up completely."

"We're out of time,... Dear Yen"

Remilia snorts.

Stannis, out of sight of Remilia… Yen compares the two looking interesting.

"Ma'am, you've been hearing that before, haven't you?

I looked up like Remilia had been played. I shake my head with Zhu all over my rosy cheek.

"Stannis is here, hopefully. So you don't have to go anywhere..."

Yen says Remilia in a trembling voice.

"I see. That's a beautiful word.... So? Lady, after you, how many years will you live?"

"Huh?"

Remilia looked at Yen as if he had been emptied. Stannis' favorite bright, empty color clouds.

"Fifty years? More? The Dragons - will live for nearly 300 years. While you're alive, fine. So, after that...?

"That, ha."

"Family fun - but whoever is left is hell."

"... shut up... eh"

When Stannis blocked low and grabbed Yen's chest, he heard a quiet voice.

- What are you doing?

Leshek stood faceless until the three gaze gathered.

Looking alternately at Stannis and Remilia, who had stopped moving, raised one eyebrow, he urged with his gaze.

"Camilla was worried - let's go back"

"... father"

Remilia nods. Then I spoke to Stannis.

"Stannis, you too. Let's go home... don't sell fights to messengers from other countries without the Lord's permission"

Stannis let go of Yen's chest barn. Leshek glances at the two of them.

Yen looked funny at the Duke's back but silently dropped the three off at Leshek, who probably would have listened to the conversation but had no fine dust upset.

"... let's go"

The Duke put Yen in sight for a moment and slowly strayed away, taking the two of them behind the royal palace.