The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"You and Uncle Canaan would be more forgiving for the disrespect of civilians, wouldn't you?

Lydia wanted Zigmund with an ironic look.

The man behind the Count must know who Lydia is. I caught the look on her face. Contrary to her young appearance, she is a veteran among the clergy of the National Church…, one of the assistant clergymen, one who is also central in the National Church.

Zigmund looks down at Lydia with watery eyes close to ash.

"... it is the Lord's duty to interact with the people, Lydia. I don't know what I would do to blame a light mouth with no other love of such a toddler... I'm not even like you"

"I don't think so. It's Jigmund."

Lydia knows Zigmund. I threw an insolent word at him.

"Regardless of the child, the mother was an unnaturally beautiful woman for the civilian population......! Are you certain of your identity? From what I can tell, though, it seemed to be from the West. Trying to get closer to the Count... aren't you the one with some kind of ill-gotten plan? It's this time of year, shouldn't you be careful?

Lydia obviously grumbled with disdain.

Lucaya and Hart were certainly the most beautiful parents and children I could see.

And skin tone that I can see is clearly not a pure Cardinian.

Next to me, just like Vincent.

I took control of Lydia, who tried to overlap words.

"Cleric Lydia, watch your mouth. Today, you should be here as my escort, not as a cleric. Words are too much for the Count."

"... lady"

"I do not allow you to speak."

Lydia bowed her head in disgrace at my words.

"I apologize for your disrespect"

Refrain behind me in a thorough manner.

I thought you'd show dissatisfaction, but I'm slightly flattered by how honest you are.

... I'm scared of the extraordinary attitude.

"I hope you understand. Zigmund, you're a lovely friend."

Neither Sir Yunker nor Vincent have spoken to our conversation. I turned my water to Zigmund in an attempt to escape uncomfortable silence.

Zigmund let his gaze drift before opening his mouth.

"Nothing, you don't just interact with that mother and child. The Church of the Nation in Canaan is more keen than the priests of the King's Capital to provide relief for the needy. I also endorse the charitable work of the National Church. That kid happens to be... my..."

Zigmund searched for the words…, and swallowed something, as hurt by the words he found.

"No... often, you come here, and you just listen to your mouth intimately"

"Yes."

Sir Yunker remained faceless, but - perhaps this is the face of this man - he softened his voice slightly.

"I was impressed that the National Church in Canaan was functioning well. People at the National Church appreciated that charity strongly reflects the Count's intentions."

"I'm just letting my men do what they want. Nothing is in my hands...... the clerics of the National Church are also distressed because it is a problematic land pattern. Neither funds nor human resources seem to be allocated as much as Wang Du."

Zigmund's remarks are a criticism of the National Church, but Lydia wouldn't move her cool face, even though she would have realized so.

... "You are an escort," will you shut up because of your disgust with what I said? Or is it as if you're not interested, such as the National Church in Canaan?

I would like to ask Lydia what she thinks of Canaan later, and sigh.

If the former is the direct line of Vaza, but I can take it lightly, I feel like...

Sir Yunker and Zigmund have many contacts due to the role of this visiting delegation.

Two people who were supposed to be unfriendly, but they were exchanging views on whether they could break it down while working the same, ni, in a shattered tone.

Sir Yunker extends his thanks for the visit and leaves with Vincent.

Meanwhile, his expression remained stiff.

I dropped them off on their backs and Jigmunt Lame sat on a bench regularly lined up for the chapel altar when he dropped them off from the entrance, rude......

"Zigmund!"

Close to the blue-white-faced Earl.

Zigmund waved and tried to say it was okay, but he clearly doesn't look well.

Lydia also just broke her faceless expression and supported Zigmund.

"I'll call a therapist."

When Lydia asked Jigmund's escort for me, she quickly went to the back to get people.

Sitting down and calming down a little, Zigmund breathed... grinned bitterly.

"... I will always show you the worst of Remilia."

"It's not so ugly. Something I've been busy with these days, at least get some rest today."

The escort youth also looked worried.

When the Count signaled with his gaze, he moved his position from us… to a critical place where he could not hear his voice.

"I meant to be robust, but in the last year or two I've had rattles all over my body..."

"Lydia will call a therapist, so bear with me for a little while... but that's surprising. Lydia has no healing powers."

"... it seemed like it used to be, but she must have faded too. I haven't seen you use it lately."

Decayed.

Words that don't fit her young looking - Jigmund laughs bitterly -.

"Lydia is young on the outside, but her age is not much different from mine, Master Remilia"

"What...!

So, you mean around sixty...

Though I don't see it at all... Zigmund smiled slightly.

"You won't be too hesitant with me, will you? That's because we've been dating since we were young...... she doesn't change her appearance or contents. So I don't like old people who are changing their minds."

Jigmund sat back shallow on the bench seeping nostalgia into his gaze. Because I sat down and let it rest. For a few minutes, I look good.

"... about Lucaya's parents and children earlier? Though I thought Lydia seemed like a lot of things to say..."

Just because we've known each other since we were younger, I'm not reluctant, it would be disrespectful to go through the earlier ones.

"Lydia wants to be sarcastic. - Also, I was wondering if you'd let the women of the West out of the way."

"... about Zigmund's second wife?

Zigmund looked up at the statue of the goddess worshipped beside the altar.

The statue of the white goddess, who had faintly transferred the colour of the blue ceiling to her body, looks as though she was smiling or grieving.

"I wish my wife had. As I've told you before, I never officially married her..."