The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"You must have been tired. … be at rest for a few days"

In the room Zigmund was nodding with his chest contained.

With him in his arms, Dr. Sapir cautioned the old man when he prescribed diagnostics and medication and put tools in his bag.

"Don't hide and work, Count."

Zigmund tried to stand up to thank him, but his father stops him "at rest".

I sat in a chair and took a fried pill and looked at him as if it was bitter......

"Don't be rude, Zigmund."

"I'm just tired of not being able to beat the annual wave I stop by. But, my lord, you don't have a dedicated therapist in the Duke's house. Young man, how often do you get fever, don't you have a dedicated cleric?

Zigmund looked sarcastically at his father with light watery eyes.

Father doesn't even use the National Church for escorts, and certainly rarely does he have a dedicated therapist for a noble nobleman.

... I worship the Vazas as descendants of God. My father doesn't like them. Father reassembled his legs as he sat deeply in the chair.

"I think about my son, but if I can, I don't want to make a debt to the National Church. Besides, we nobles are the only ones who can rely on the psychics to heal us. If you think about the people, shouldn't you enjoy the moves of the National Church and develop health care like in the West?

"You say things that honor the West"

"In fact, it would be better in medical terms than in my country. Surgery is not possible or pharmacology. Medical knowledge should be extended to the private sector more. Cardina is blessed with fertile soils - and yet I wonder why even pharmacology didn't develop?

"It's"

"Zigmund, the medicine you took was originally made by the Northern Witch. The Kirchner Chamber of Commerce mass-produces that and sells it to doctors like Sapir. Although the National Church will not look good on the rise of doctors."

A northern witch who makes medicine.

Minorities living in the north are called witches without distinction between men and women, but possess a variety of special skills.

I was thinking of one man as I listened to the two conversations.

Make it a northern witch. Doctor Theseus. The adoptive parent of Prince Singh.

He also put all sorts of pills on me on my journey.

Zigmund snorts away at his father's words.

"It will also be a matter of time before the blood of the priests weakens if the head of the Dragon Nation changes and the interaction between people and the Dragon Nation remains constant. Alternative methods must be devised as soon as possible. For fear of losing the privileges of the clergy, the Church will not allow Her Majesty the Queen to proceed with health care reform."

"The head of the old royal family will speak better than the royal family."

To a groaning jigmund, Father tilted his neck.

"Old (...) King (...) House (...). Don't you think it's strange that such a name is still valid? I am nothing but His Majesty's faithful minister."

"My predecessors will mourn."

"Zigmund. That's your opinion. The dead no longer hold any emotions - there is no such technique. It is only the arrogance of the living who makes himself speak for his emotions in the name of the dead"

Zigmund silenced. Nothing. You don't have to say that right now. But Father continued.

"As the West watches over us, what will Uncle Canaan do to stir up domestic conflicts? The rest of your stay in Wang Du will be at our mansion. Not the mansion of Catagina."

"… Your Excellency"

"Sir. Talk about getting into it tomorrow. Sir Lame is tired too."

Stannis went in to stop him, so Father said yes. I said a word to Jigmund that I was sorry, told him to take his time off and leave the room and said. The unspeakable air fills the room.

I stopped and raised my voice.

"Ah! That's right! I thought I'd make some tea."

"... it's cooled down a lot, so you're going to change the water"

Stannis left the room so I turned to Zigmund......

"... I wanted to ask you about Canaan, but I'll do it tomorrow."

"If you don't mind the old man's old story, what... does Master Remilia agree with your father? You think it's stupid to stick to the glory of the past?

When I couldn't say anything to his self-derisive expression......, Zigmund sat deeply down in his chair and closed his eyes.

"... you must be stupid. I, too, think so...... But I still remember. The garden where colorful little birds play, the princess sings, the youngsters run......, heavenly sights. But my predecessors ravaged the sight as desire... without forgetting that bloody sight, I am horrified... It is horrible to me even if His Majesty Beatrice is able to rule the country. I was wondering if those dark purple eyes would someday turn their enemies on us in the hope of bloodshed... it's personal."

... Was Zigmund about the same age as me at the time Vaza was destroyed?

I guess there was something unimaginable because I say that the solemnity of the previous kings to Vaza, his entourage, and the gatekeepers was utterly tragic... I comforted him without finding a good word.

"I'm tired, Zigmund. Though I have the same idea as my father... my father and I both know Sir is struggling. My father doesn't have to say anything now..."

Jigmund smiled bitterly at me.

Stannis returns and makes tea. Slowly listening to the old story. I'll stick with it, too.

"... Lady Remilia is kind, the Duke is envious.

Stannis smiles bitterly and leaves the room to clean up the tea apparatus.

Zigmund pointed in the direction of the window.

"Really?

"I wonder what Lemiria's dragon was called."

"It's Sola, Lord Lame"

"His eyes are the same color as ours, but I wonder if he's Vaza's blood"

"Maybe."

When I tune in to his serious jokes, Zigmund laughs and lays down his eyes.

"Master Remilia is alone, you think he will drive the dragon? - I'm not impressed."

"Occasionally. - I thought Zigmund would praise you for sounding like Vaza."

"Put your confession on, princess. - No matter how smart the dragon is and how little danger it is in the sky, it's not too late since something happened to you."

It's a sad tone.

"... Sir Lame is interested in dragons? - Although my father doesn't have much."

Zigmund looked at his right hand, which he placed on the table with his grey, watery eyes lying down.

Open, close. Like I missed something.

"I used to ride sand dragons a lot... my daughter liked them too..."

"Sylvia told me that your daughter is dead."

When I looked unspeakable, Zigmund laughed empty-handedly.

"- My daughter wasn't an outcast, and I didn't do anything very fatherly either, so maybe my daughter didn't think of me as her father."

"…… yes"

The old man looked even older than he had just been.

"After I lost my first wife and son, I met that one. Not long after he took office in Canaan. I wasn't countess yet, but I was paying Canaan as deputy.... My daughter's mother was a daughter of a wealthy merchant and used to go in and out of the mansion. I wasn't half Cardinian, and many of my clans opposed my remarriage. - In the shade for a long time... when she died, she was stuck with her daughter."

Your daughter is not an outcast...

So Stannis didn't know it existed?

"I liked the dragon and bought him a sandragon for some fold, but no matter what I gave him, my daughter wouldn't be happy - it all seemed like fun then..."

Zigmund distorted his mouth to mock himself, exhaling.

I took something out of my chest. I breathe. Zigmund took his pocket watch out of his chest.

- Old, design. Western-style.

I have a sense of vision. My voice went up unexpectedly.

"... the figure painting, is it in?

"... Yep, Lady Remilia... A short while before my daughter left me, I had a painter with good arms paint her."

Jigmund looked at me as he peered.

"Do you mind if I show you?

Zigmund shut up and gave me the watch.

How to open it......, I knew.

All you have to do is shift back and forth.

It's an unusual specification, but it's the same one I've had before, so I figured it out. I gaze at the figure painting hidden in the clock.

The brown-skinned, water-eyed girl is smiling and her dark hair ripples glossly and loosely.

"The clock was aligned and made to make three. Me, my daughter, my mother..."

I can hear Jigmund far away.

"My wife's watch was buried in the grave with her. The other two are to my daughter and me...... There must be only two things in this world..."

I was remembering his (...) words in the back of my brain.

"This watch is my mother's face..."