The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

...... there is also a national church in the impoverished districts, in the garsh.

I found it when I rode Alexander and Feilong, the white building was. The walls are dull but unlike other buildings that are about to collapse. From one of the three well-built buildings, from time to time, the voices of tall children are heard.

"The central building is the chapel. On the left is the Sanatorium. Most of them were orphans, and I stayed there for a little while, too. Until my father-in-law found me..."

Stannis leads us on.

An old man sitting on the ground notices the gaze of staring at me, and Vincent lines up sideways to slow down a little and hide me from his sight.

A gray-haired man greeted me when I visited the chapel, apparently knowing of our visit. Bad leg or dragged his right leg and approached us in slow motion.

The neck of the man, dressed in cleric clothing of what is obsolete, glows with a silver neck ring, a testament to the alien.

"Welcome. Princess of Vaza. I didn't know that such a rusty place would be visited by a family of high gods… I know with the utmost pleasure"

"I think it's bad for a sudden visit. There's something you need to know."

"I've heard more from you than from Cleric Alexander."

"From Alexander?

He should be at the National Church in Canaan. The old man with white hair bowed his head.

"Since the branches of the National Church and Garsh are connected by a mirror (...)"

I've only seen it a few times, too, but the mutants get in touch with each other in mirrors and water basins with a surgical arrangement. I've seriously looked at the old cleric's throat. I wonder what kind of incapacitated man he is.

The cleric, who named him Selim, looked at Vincent with a gaze.

"It's an unexpected pleasure to see you again, young man....... I am delighted to have you healthy with His Excellency the Chancellor. Ten years ago, I saw you as a doctor."

"- What do you mean, yes!

Vincent said as he clogged his voice.

- The escort youth remembered Vincent's death. The remains of the three mothers and children were carefully mourned by the Earl.

But Vincent's memory is different. Above all, he's here, alive.

He gazed at the old cleric's face and groaned in a low voice.

"Well, it's you...! I woke up... you said. Both my mother and brother were torn to pieces. And then... you said! My grandfather doesn't need me anymore, so... forget it."

"I did. Isn't it good as a result? You spent time with His Excellency the Chancellor... and you are still alive and well."

To a pale talking cleric, I am offended.

"What does that mean? Cleric Selim. In your mouth, you said Vincent wouldn't be safe if he stayed here, would you?

The old man, with brown skin on his gray hair, turned his back on us and knelt towards the goddess. Put your hands on your chest, mumble a theory of penance, and then stay on your knees... now turn to us.

"All this time, I regretted it. And I was waiting for someone to show up and correct this sin. I acknowledge everything in my letter to Cleric Alexander. But from my mouth, I must apologize to you... and punish me."

"Sin is what it is"

Vincent's voice trembles.

Cleric Selim lowered his head deeply.

"I'm the one who missed your family. And I killed one innocent boy."

Ki............ and the poorly erected door made a slight noise.

I, said the old cleric.

- I was originally born in an oasis city. My mother came out of a wealthy merchant in Canaan, and I belonged to the National Church because I wanted to do academics.

Since the skin was the Tis themselves, it was refused at first, but when I found out that there was an incompetence, I was allowed to call.

It's a dream. Prophecies, too, okay.

My dreams were less accurate when I grew up, but my dreams as a child hit me well. Sometimes I hit disasters, forecasts of assassinations, … where soldiers from the West were lurking, that sort of thing.

… Sir, by the time it became harder for the aliens to express themselves, sometimes the dispute between Cardina and the West was in a state of petty health, and I was allowed to continue to perform my duties as a cleric in this city.

I guess the National Church stepped on that it would be easier for a seemingly Western-looking cleric like me to preach, to gain the trust of the people of Canaan. I was treasured in those days.

Not so much. Lord Zigmund was sent to duty as Count Canaan..., your mother was born after time.

He was resourceful and adorable.

But I was constantly worried about whether I was a Cardinian or a Westerner - I talked a lot about it when I wanted to hear about me choosing the Cardinian priesthood even though I only looked like a Westerner.

Talking was a good time.

Tales of God, stories of history, stories of literature.

Zigmund never looked good to the lady immersed in the national church... but he had a burden. The burden of not delivering her as a son.

- I was a little, painful, too.

A disciplined, beautiful, diligent Zigmund, like a Cardinian sample, burns her hand at a beautiful daughter, and she is fooled by the manipulation of a man clinging to a priesthood to eat like me... she consults me personally.

"I should have driven you back, I think so. That way she would have married a man of aristocracy, determined by the Count, and begotten a child - for she would still be alive."

It rained heavily the night that the young man came from Cardina.

It was a rain of grace, but I was distracted. It never stops raining like that for the first time...... I thought the city of Canaan would be buried in the water like this.

A young man on the way visited the National Church in the presence of rain, so I protected him according to the customs of the National Church.

The young man named himself Eduardo. He was a doctor who studied with a carefree personality enthusiasm.

Yeah, that's right. Young man, it's your father.

He was carrying out medical activities to the poor instead of being guaranteed clothing and shelter in the National Church at my recommendation. - At the time, he allowed his talent as a doctor to blossom as he asked the Northern Forest Witch, who often visited Canaan, to teach him.

"Your parents fell in love and fled the city, and I was… transformed into a workplace for this - Garsh's work - for not informing Jigmund or the other clerics, knowing that they would meet and be attracted to each other…"

It's not very important who was in charge at that time in the National Church in Canaan. Rather, it is true that the intentions of the Vazza adherents who were staying as diners worked.... I'm still staying in Canaan, it's her.

The years are calm, past.

To the happiness of the occasional visiting lady, to the cuteness of the children, I felt saved.

But... my stupidity has left your daughter to die.

That year, the epidemic outbreak from a small child was raging.

At first, Eduardo was killed and the lady, forced by her landlord to persevere from leaving, relied on me...... Gershhe came.

I advised her to return to the Count's house. She did so for her two sons, immediately.

But the Count is absent because of the fold... the mansion's escort said he paid the lady in front of the gate.

- I was wondering if the Count's maid was a Westerner.

He was a man of the National Church who had just come from the King's Capital.

Then I went to Zigmund to tell him that your brother and the young lady fell ill.

The Count is absent. For some reason, I was also prevented from being connected to the servants of the Mansion by the people of the National Church.

I ran to the National Church.

Because I knew she (...), a well-known therapist, was staying. When she (...) heard about her mother and child's predicament, she wanted to be sympathetic and made arrangements quickly. He kindly sent the therapist home with me, though I can't go now.

I have to get rid of the lady's suffering, he told me. The therapist drugged the lady and kept me around all night.

I'm relieved. I thought I'd give the Count another use when the ladies were soothed. Yes, I napped thinking about it.

So, I dreamed, I dreamed.

In my dreams, a woman with scarlet hair was laughing.

'... we must remove the misery of the lady! Did the painkillers work well, ma'am?

Scarlet hair, scarlet lips and sapphire eyes are the burning colors at the heart of the flame. Hot, disastrous.

"Who is going to save the Westerners and others with an incapacity! No, I'm sorry!... but '

A woman, approaching.

Alongside the small carcass, he nodded contentedly that he had completely stopped time, placing his hand on the chest of his beautiful mother, who sleeps without breath. But he took a rough breath next door, gazed at the children's brother and lowered his eyebrows.

'Poor thing. That's painful, young man...? But you don't seem like a vazza at all. Zigmund says. He wants to officially welcome you to Vaza.... white-skinned whatever your brother is, you don't deserve it at all. I need to finish this right... oh, but I'll make sure you're good so there's no pain. Because you are also a Vazza clan...'

Sleepy, she gently hands on.

That, on a thin neck. Turn your finger.

The boy, breathing roughly, rose.

Move your hands and feet...

Eventually.

Silence comes again......

The woman carved a sticky grin on the white side, not surprised to notice the serim.

"What are you bluffing about? We need to take the lady and the child to the mansion carefully. The Count will be disappointed. Poor Zigmund. I need to comfort you. '

I woke up flabbergasted.

I jumped into the lady's room thinking that couldn't be happening..., stunned. The lady and her brother were out of breath.

Outside the window I saw her and... a therapist who was supposed to have followed the lady in a conversation. You two are laughing too.

I was following the flow of my dreams and then remembering something else. I knew that my brother and... a boy in the same outfit as Master Vincent suffered the same.

And I remembered that the boy's face, which may be tomorrow with a bug breath, is rotten due to illness... I thought you were so lucky.

... I didn't even have time to think about it.

I was selflessly obsessed and took Master Vincent out and shoved the boy into a rolled mess room and... put the boy to sleep in the bed where Master Vincent slept.

And then something happened just like I dreamed it would.

"............... So what was sleeping in the Earl's cemetery?

I heard.

"I don't know his name, he's a boy whose name I don't even know. I killed him."

"... when I woke up, did they tell me that I was stuck in a daze?

"Of the boy's mother and brother."

Vincent is standing up.

I swallowed a knob to mislead in my dry mouth.

Why not?

"Why, until now, have you been silent?

"... what happened when I told the Count that Master Vincent was alive?

"Zigmund was delighted, I'm sure!

"Yes, and I'm sure Vincent died of an unexplained high fever."

Pale, the old cleric told.

"The day Lord Yunker arrived, knowing that Master Yunker was going to visit the Mansion, I went ahead and told the ancient familiar servant of the Count family. He said that Eduardo's relatives, who had deceased his daughter, had come. He... lied that you were alive and tried to raise money from the National Church, and... he might go to the mansion. Be careful, he said. The Count is a delicate man, so sick that his shortcomings killed his ladies and youngsters... he was living a depressed day. And beside it, there was always a girlfriend to keep an eye on."

"So?"

Stannis urges.

"... I stabbed the nail saying not to put it in the Count or in her ear, but a spider... I'm glad he has a hard mouth. I'm just glad you failed to beat Lord Yunker to death."

Vincent, so... out of Canaan with Yunker, left.

After a long, silent time. Vincent squeezed out his voice.

"... I don't know. Why...? Wait. Why...?

I'm glad to support him.

"The therapist is here, isn't he?... and why? My brother, my mother... she's dead? Why?"

The old cleric said in a tone of no starvation.

"It was one of her youngest men who was dispatched that day. I am not a therapist. He pretended to treat you with painkillers. A few months later, I was removed from the silver ring and I saw him breathless in the alley."

"You did! I could have been helped! My mother, my brother! - The boy who died in my place! You should save people, the people of the National Church!

Vincent screamed.

"Vincent!"

"You're a murderer! How can you kill someone who's supposed to save your life!... you might have helped me! Maybe the boy... could have been alive! Besides, why have you kept your mouth shut? Coward!"

The old cleric lowered his head.

"I worked devotionally until I sent the three of them to the Count's house. She praised me for my cooperation and did all sorts of things to make sure I wouldn't have any trouble if I were to work at Garsh.... Then she could tell me to forget about the day by hinting at me. If you remember something in your applause and tell someone the inconvenient truth, just tell her (...) … until the ceremony."

The old cleric breathed deep, exhaled, and vomited.

"I... the surgery doesn't work. But I've served devotionally every time she comes to Canaan, pretending I completely forgot."

The old man sighed.

"A few more ugly stories, forgive me, Your Highness. Dear Vincent, I've always wanted an opportunity to speak to someone.

Against the Count, or would Cleric Alexander prefer... my life expectancy is not much longer. Who can you tell me is the truth...... the opportunity was only once. If you tell anyone, if they find out you broke your oath, she'll come to me.... From Cleric Alexander, knowing you two were going to visit, I thought I was only here today... "

At the end of the long accusation, the old man saw us with his eyes scowling like martyrs awaiting judgment.

None of us can move. Breaking the distracting silence was... a applause called bread, bread.

The long dialogue of dogmatization is over.

Silence leaves on stage sleeves, and I'm sure sad music is playing. The discord rings and a beautiful woman slowly descends the stairs.

"... stupid thing! I don't know how I can lie like that..."

I looked back.

Her dress, as usual, made her scarlet hair swoop, white.

The burning hair on my shoulder also looks like blood.

It was Lydia.