The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

There are only two things we should do in Canaan this time.

One is to reaffirm the peace negotiations.

The other holds night clubs to show friendship between the two countries.

It's my revelation.

The city seemed to be raging, somehow floating on a feast that I refrained from ten days later.

"They're all lovely dresses,"

Cleric Lydia narrows her eyes inadvertently as she inspects my belongings. Camilla has moved to Katagina, where Lydia is my escort and samurai.

"Her Royal Highness looks good in all colors because the colors are white... oh, but the light light green costume is nice too"

"Silvia and Adelina chose me. Because my father is oblivious to what he wears."

"Because your heltling sisters have a big hobby!

Lydia sparkled her eyes like a girl.

Maybe the clergyman is fun because he doesn't get to show off his dress in public much, wearing a white based costume. I gently stroked my light-colored dress. My mother suggested that it suits me. "Make it a nice color," he said during his social debut. Yes, I did.

I'm sure your mother assumed another situation.

I finished inspecting my costume and I changed into simple clothes for going out.

To the condolences of the National Church in Canaan.

Because I'm here in Canaan, I want to keep in mind not only every negotiation with the West, but also the first time the people live.

Zigmunt Lame lost his stepchild when he was younger, and then - officially - he doesn't have any children.

Canaan will be inherited by me or someone close to Vaza when he retires. I wish Vincent could have inherited it from your mother. Vincent's mother, you were a common son, but if approved by the National Church, you would be treated the same way as your son.

"You have a lot of Western-style buildings"

Led by Lydia, I was walking through the city of Canaan. Only the border city is mixed with races. The Cardinians are half in Canaan, although they have a lot of whites on their skin.

For the past five hundred years, Canaan has been ruled roughly half the time in the West and Cardina, with a mix of two national styles in the streets.

I was remembering an explanation about Canaan.

Prince Fatima told me that he had destroyed the building every time the ruler changed at first, but that's what Prince Fatima told me when the age dropped, "We just have to take it back again, and both countries changed their policies to use it as it is".

So is Count Canaan's palace, and so is the National Church.

A round-roof building in the center of the city was the home of the National Church in Canaan.

"It's Tice-style inside."

The top of a large square building is semi-domed and calm beige.

The interior of the beautiful building was like a different world. On one side of the ceiling the geometry is amazingly painted in polar colour, fantastic as a kaleidoscope reflecting the starry sky. Talks echo in the back of the chapel because the ceiling part is curved.

The geometric ceiling pattern, coloured in blue, easily raises people's awareness. It felt incredible in my eyes that I was used to all the white religious establishments of the National Church.

Inside the National Church was just time for the faithful to offer their prayers.

Stop Lydia for trying to lead me to the VIP room and listen to the cleric in the back seat.

Believers don't seem to be just wealthy, and there are plenty of people in qualitative clothing. Again, it's different from Wang Du. The number of facilities in the National Church was much higher in the Wang capital than in Canaan, and what class of human beings would do was also distinguished by implicit understanding.

A boy sitting next to me gently ears at the motherly woman next to him.

"Hey, Mom. Can I get another loaf of bread when we're done talking?

"Shit, Hart. You have to be quiet."

"Is Grandpa coming back?

"I'm not coming every time...... Especially now that you're busy."

"It's boring."

The boy pointed his mouth.

My mother and I looked at each other thinking it was a smiling sight.

A beautiful woman with light gray eyes on her tea skin laid her eyes down as she was embarrassed when she noticed my gaze and put her finger on her mouth towards her son, who rubbed her next door.

Oh, I guess they thought I blamed you for watching the chatter...

Notice Lydia pointing her scornful gaze at mother and child next to me...... I repositioned my body to hide Lydia.

"Sister, you've never seen it before. First time?"

"Hurt!"

I laughed at the little reprimanded child.

"Yeah, really... can you tell me a lot later?

When I heard him whisper, he was good at it, but he lurked his mother's voice.

"Later! But you can't have a chat right now, 'cause you're gonna get mad."

"All right, you're patient with the chatter, aren't you?

I pulled my lips together to laugh.

This girl, she's cute!

The rusty dark hair goes all the way over the shoulder.

Eyes like a big cat with a creep felt like a child born in the middle of grey and green just between east and west. The mother is a beautiful woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She greeted me softly and I responded to it, too.

"Twice a month, anyone gets into the national church!

"Really?

"Yeah, nah, the National Church ceiling is beautiful, isn't it? So I don't know what to tell you, but I'm coming to see you."

"True."

I crouch down and enjoy the geometric ceiling with the hults and the height of my gaze.

To Hart and his mother, Mr. Lucaya, I named myself Leah. Leah, that's your name when you go under the castle with patience.

Hart, you hold my hand and explain all over the National Church. Pretty. I put around how old I am, maybe seven to eight.

I remember the children who would be the comfort destination of the King's capital. And Julius. Will Julius not be lonely in the mansion of the king's capital?

"Is Leah a nobleman?

"Yes, yes."

I nod because Hart asked me a question on a direct ball after I finished guiding him.

Simplicity, though. Wearing solid sewn clothes, accompanied by escorts. It would be obvious to say that she is some kind of child of patience. I whispered, though I had nothing to hide in particular.

"Actually, yes. Don't tell anyone."

"Yeah, fine!

Staring at the little boy thinking that I wanted to stroke Sarah's hair, but I'm sure she'd be habitually hated, I heard a voice from behind.

"... I'm not too impressed with the princess coming in confidence though"

"... well! Vincent."

Looking back, Vincent Yunker stood, putting the top and bottom together in simple black.