The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"Sandragon's Heart......"

"Cu ~! Cu Cu Cu"

Sora is a noisy name! I wave my tail and look at Kai when I say so.

Kai sounded queasy with Sora's penetration, then tilted his neck and asked for the speaker. Bokuno heart, Tabechauno? Like asking.

I think the dragons know most of our conversations. Almost as close as you are, two cute heads.

Vincent reached out and stroked Sola as she lined up with me and Henrik.

"Kushka is..., the first food I serve to travelers who visit the desert. Protect the lives of travellers by moisturizing their throats with the fruits God has given them, even though they are in the desert."

Vincent picks Kushka out of my hand.

Sora seemed happy with Kushka cheeky.

"Travelers are the first to know when Kushka is served. He said he was welcome."

"Well, I'm familiar with my hometown."

"... my mother's home has Kushka fruit because that's what she said"

Ignoring Henrik's grumpy voice, Vincent continued.

"A lot, a lot. Anyone can speak freely. So that anyone and anyone in any position can welcome you into the mansion. To show our welcome…"

"Your mother."

I glimpsed Henrik.

"What, Remilia?

"Henrik, just for a moment...... can I talk to Vincent?

"You want me to take my seat off? Leave you and the Chancellor's son alone?

"Yeah."

"... Ugh, it's you"

Henrik sighed at Vincent's condition and my gaze.

Compared, he exaggerated his hands and sighed.

"You can't forgive me! I'm gonna tell Stannis now, okay? Don't you move from there! Nice!"

"Thanks"

"... hmm"

Tundelehenrik stared sideways as he walked slightly and stopped in front of Vincent.

"Ready? Son of the Viscount."

"What a pain in the ass...... Valevski"

"Give me your face later. I'll bring Kirchner, too, right?

…………

"Okay?

"Okay."

I turned to Vincent because Henrik had reached a distance where I could not hear him. What was in his hand was a watch he was used to seeing. Vincent's palm is layered on the offered hand and there is a hint of metal.

"... you came to give it back?

I grabbed Zigmund's watch...... and Vincent shook his head.

"It's... it's mine. Here's what you gave me."

I compared the watch on my palm to the watch on Vincent's.

I know which one belongs to Vincent and the other to Zigmund if I line it up because it's in a slight state of deterioration over time and it's different.

But if you look at it separately, you'll only think it's the same thing.

- Did you see the contents?

"I won't look."

Vincent's voice is hard. I said ready.

"Do you mind if I take a look at the contents of Vincent's watch?

"Why?"

"I want to know if Vincent's mother's figure painting is embedded. - Just like your grandfather is."

Vincent didn't answer, so I moved my gaze from him to the clock. Offset the clock back and forth......, the figure painting there was a beautiful woman,...... "I didn't".

Zigmund's watch had a picture of his daughter, Vincent's mother, you. However, some of Vincent's watches showed Vincent at an early age and a little boy with watery (...) eyes in his gold tea hair. Vincent and I guess he's your brother that it's gone.

"I feel like Julius."

I blinked when I saw it wrong for a moment. Grasp the heart stone on your chest to calm your trembling voice. Sora is worried and cuddly, and she rings and looks at me.

"When did you find out?

"Before I came to the West. Because Zigmund had the same watch......, I heard. The Count said he made three of the same things. His share and your wife's, and your daughter's - Vincent's mother's share."

"I didn't think the Count still had something to connect with my mother! - My mother and my family would be a stain for him!

Vincent threw up on his side.

"... dirty, can I ask why Vincent thinks?

"... because he abandoned my mother and brother."

"... what do you mean?

"It's none of your business."

"I do!

"What!?

I looked up to Vincent, who had made his voice absurd.

And I say in a breath.

"Vincent...! It's none of my business, because you don't like me!

"............ Huh!

"This time, finally, I know why! Something I've always been afraid of. Why does Vincent hate me? Because I'm Vaza's daughter? How come? Vincent doesn't know why he doesn't like the Vazza family, even though he laughs, he gets along, but he helps...! Like I remembered, like I froze. Again, don't go right back!... That's what I say, cunning"

……

"It's not good to hate people because they're Westerners," he said.... I'm sorry I said things I didn't like back in the day, Vincent. But, Vincent, you... you hate me because I'm Vaza?

Crying is cowardice. And I drew my lips together. Tears, catch your breath big, and vomit.

"I dumped you, because your grandfather is a Vaza person? You don't like it?

"... yes, I am"

"Isn't it true that public justice and college were creeds?

You may not deserve to blame me, but I wanted to know. Decent. To Vincent. Why would a friend hate me?

"Talk properly. Because if it was a reason to convince you to go, you'd hate me properly! Otherwise I'm not convinced, and I will continue to... because I will stick with you in the face of a friend...! Read the air and go away. I won't give it to you!

Staring at me like I was trying......, it was Vincent who turned away. Sora puts her chin on her shoulder, which looks like she's out of strength.

Vincent laughed. I'm laughing and crying without tears.

I wander my gaze with such an unreliable look.

"It's really common - it's a common story"