The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"... Lord Yen"

Cleric Selim looked up as if he had been played and looked over at us with a gorgeous smile that Yen was not familiar with the scene.

Stannis stares at the dragon tribe man with his bitter worm-bitten expression and hands on the short knife pattern he had in his hand at some point.

"Hey, I'm interrupting, Selim."

"... what are the envoys of the West doing, here"

Stannis roared low and looked up at Yen.

... a series of streams is definitely not a good thing to be asked. Yen laughs cynically more and more at Stannis's query.

"Nothing. I'm not saying I'm a messenger from the West. I was just playing with Hayal for Cardina.... If you'd stayed away from them and played with Canaan, well, you'd have lost your fortune in a few days. I've been staying for a few days trying to get the Cleric Temple of the Merciful National Church to save my predicament...... you know? Selim?"

Cleric Selim nodded. I wonder what it's like to lose a fortune in a few days.

"I was bored and about to die, but... you're talking about the whole geese neck thing sounds pretty funny"

Lydia wandered and Alexander frowned uncomfortably.

"It's not funny at all. Though I don't like dragon tribes, I want you to speak lightly in the chapel!

Cleric Alexander, who was in front of Yen, intensified his discourse.

Stare at Lydia with the same color with her burning gaze. I think I can sew it up with just my gaze.

"- Whether you're lying or Selim is bullshitting, it's... I can prove it"

Lydia distanced herself from him as Alexander came inside the chapel. Without carefully taking his gaze off her, Alexander stood to protect Cleric Selim and confronted his aunt (...).

"If only I could make you take an oath. In that name, swear to tell only the truth, and deny it. But I'm better than you. You can't break my vows."

Lydia moved her legs slightly to escape the quiet voice.

"Why should I take your orders, Alec? Are you saying you don't believe me?"

"I believe you, Lydia! So I just want you to prove it. Your innocence."

"It's ridiculous, I can't believe I have to bother proving it..."

"Why can't you, Lydia? You'll just deny it! Now... tell me a different story!

Alexander gives an angry voice. Suddenly I raised my voice unexpectedly.

"Yikes!

The air shook, I thought. Vincent stops and supports me.

"Come on!"

Lydia flips herself over and her scarlet hair dances lightly like a parallax and feather where she stood. The old tree bench breaks in true two where it was avoided.

Stannis covers his face with his right hand.

"Against me, I just think it's okay! You are!"

"... go ahead. Me and you confront each other... I don't think you can win."

Lydia gives her gaze at the exit. There stood... Tat Yen.

He also leaned against the door and put his hand on the pattern of a long sword he always wore on his hips.

"... I'll end it because it doesn't look like Vaza, huh?... You say a pretty funny dialogue, Cleric."

Restart your posture and make a noise that Shari...... Yen will pull the knife out. Golden eyes, smiling at the mouth but usually similar to oranges, are now quietly cold as the moon at night. The beautifully dragon clan with brown skin twitched.

"I don't care what your values are, but it's not pleasant to be told by people (...) between (...) wind (...) emotions (...) because of the color of your skin... deny it. If you're a servant of the Dragon Nation, don't let the Dragon Nation get in a bad mood."

"... what a reason. That's"

Stannis' penetration, which he said was a blur, was ignored, but Lydia waits to capture her from the front and back to Alexander and Yen, and to Stannis at the end.

Lydia erased her expression.

"... calm down and listen to what I have to say... that's bad."

Ugh, I wondered, she... stopped by the window.

"Hey, you're running away!

Quickly throw something Stannis put in his nostalgia.

One beat late, I heard a dry metal noise and I learned that it was the short knife that Stannis threw at me.

... The blade has coloring and blood marks.

Stannis tried to hide it from me, but... I didn't think that was necessary.

"... man, that's the clergy of the National Church is fast on the run"

Yen sheathed his long sword with his sigh.

Alexander saluted us and turned to Cleric Selim without breaking his hard expression.

"... there's something I need to ask you, Cleric Selim"

"Oh, my God, Cleric Alexander"

"... earlier... is your accusation true"

I noticed Vincent's face right next to mine. Vincent is fading and shaking in the shadows.

...... Gyu, grab Vincent's clothes sleeve. He glanced down... lifted up and stared at the old cleric.