The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

'I'm sure a light color would suit Remilia. Stannis, please remember.'

In his lifetime, Stannis remembered exactly what my mother Yadovica said. I wear a light-colored dress.

I'm not alone in choosing, but it was Sylvia and Aunt Olga who chose the dress, and Aunt Yoanna.

If you want to make a social debut.

My mother had fun thinking about how she dressed me and what kind of dress she wore, and then she felt just a little unbroken.

I'm sure, again, Father would shrug me around wearing a well-suited but flashy shade of dress, and still turn sideways with the tung unwillingly, offering my hand to dance.

My father must take even as he grins at his arrogant and beloved mother's hand.

The two dancing, they were my pride.

They're both tall and in good posture, so they look good in the center of the hall.

I've always dreamed of it since I was a kid, so I was making a lot of noise about my chest wishing I could dance like that when I grew up.

I wonder who I dreamed of.

He could have been a father, and he was a good dancer, Uncle Yuzef. Or Singh, or the dragon tribe of beauty we met on our journey. Even with Stannis and Isaac and Vincent and Henrik.

It'd be fun if we could dance. Oh, yeah...

"Your hand, princess."

"Thank you, Your Highness"

It was a calm voice that blocked the long thought.

I grinned and took the offered hand and moved on.

We go out into the hall with a touch of voice. Cardina's noblemen and Canaan wealthy people, who lined the hall with rubbing noises, and guests from the West, wore Cardina costumes in honor of us.

How gorgeous the music team makes the noise, and the paused time moves loosely on the conductor's signal. I thank you as I do and the Second Prince of the West takes it in brilliant motion.

"It's been a long day. Light colors make you look good."

"It's my favorite color. Glad to hear it."

"Remilia is friendly with Fatima, like she's laughing frankly," as my father said. I was also corrupt about doing what I planned to do normally. Today is my social debut. From now on, the ball will last three nights. During the day Yunker and Father re-decide on the border and logistics between Fatima's men and Canaan and Fatima's territorial oasis cities, and at night I deepen my friendship with Fatima pretending to know nothing.

Thinking about it like this, I thought Fatima was in trouble. And Father and Chancellor Yunker.

I knew he was a worker, but Chancellor Yunker wouldn't change his complexion one bit, though he would be fierce.

When I go back to my room, it's very different from my father, who doesn't move like he's dead (though Stannis is throwing me in the bedroom as I sigh).

One song is over. "Can I get you a drink?" Fatima asked me, so I nod.

I smiled, glad you cared because you brought me something that wasn't booze.

"It's easy to get fruit juice in an oasis city, isn't it?

"Yeah, it's delicious."

"At dawn when Remilia became Uncle Canaan, I would like you to ease the logistics of agricultural products."

"Me?

"Canaan territory belongs to His Excellency the Duke. Sir Zigmunt Lame has no successor. The Lord trusts you. If Her Majesty the Queen is to be the next king, wouldn't it matter if you had territory?

Fatima took her mouth off the glass.

"Isn't that right?

"- I've never been told that before"

"If you're my neighbor, I think we can get along."

Don't you have a successor? I wonder how much Fatima knows......

Fatima didn't know what was in my heart or continued.

"- Yes, without alarm."

"Is it on your face? Hi, I don't like faceless expressions."

When I suppressed my cheeks, the Second Prince of the West laughed at me.

"I mean, it would be easy for you to do it if you were my neighbor. You are rare as a Cardina nobleman... no danger in the eyes to see us"

I tilted my neck wondering what I had answered. It's like an omelet because I also have tight values from my previous life.

"There is a bloody history between us. I've been repeating that. But it's time for Tice and Cardina to learn, there's no benefit in the dispute. I think it's a good time to move on with your hands. coexistence and co-prosperity,"

I blinked silently.

That's an unexpected word.

"I know you're wary of me and my brother being belligerents in Cardina... but I'd rather make money on something else than contention if I could. Fighting is quick, isn't it? remorse, and physically it takes time to repair"

"... I see"

"The Cardina Army seems dissatisfied, but I find the Queen happy to last two generations. We should focus on each other's internal affairs... and you don't have to believe that we mean it, but I want to get along with you"

I grinned.

"- I love sweet things. I'll advertise how the fruit that Tice's lovely prince gave me was delicious when I got back to King's Capital. And this season, I'm going to make dresses out of all the cloths the prince gave me"

"Glad to hear it. To close friends."

Fatima put up a toast so I made a toast (though juice).

Then smile even more.

... I gently put my strength into my fingers thinking about Lydia.

Lydia went away with an injury that she couldn't heal with her powers.

If we're going to treat the injury, we have to go to the doctor. Fatima's entourage must also have doctors.

Even though I would be surprised if I had the mouthfeel of Catagina, I would treat it.

"In the desert, in the cardina - secrets are lonely among close friends. Do you have that adage? Your Highness."

Fatima turned off her smile for a moment and bounced up a single eyebrow.

"... friendship is something in many ways. To the right is the word of the West, but to the sky, and to the left is the word of the earth."

"What do you mean? I don't study."

"Respect old and new friends. I can't find out everything."

Staring into Fatima's rusty eyes, he laughed.

"What would you like to hear?

"A red winged bird born in Cardina is lost in the desert."

"... just a glimpse, but you could have been in the garden. Shall I capture you and make you sing in front of you, sweet golden lark"

I shook my head.

"Tell the little bird. To the house where you should go. That's all I need."

Fatima put her long legs together. When I give the signal, Hayal shows up without making a sound and asks for the life of the Lord. And leave early enough.

Fatima exhales at me.

Lydia, who remains injured, will be expelled from Fatima's mansion with my "message".

Wounds are gonna hurt, or... I don't care about that. I'll put a lid on guilt.

Fatima took my hand, balancing Katagina's mouthfeel with my (promoting Western goods) promises.

At least this time.

"You owe me one, don't you?

"No, Your Highness. That's in return for the friendship I just showed you, right?

"Oh my goodness...! Tomorrow, then, wear the dress I sent you. Her Royal Highness the Duchess in my country's clothes is wonderful to the Cardinians, because I want to impress her."

"Yeah, I'd love to."

We smiled at each other and stepped into the hall.

I find the lights decent for a moment, and my eyes are attacked by the blindness.

Dance, laugh, have fun.

With whomever you like, with all your heart.

I feel like I was dreaming about making that social debut, but that seems... different from the reality of the day today.

Entering the adult world isn't just gorgeous and fun.

The conductor's stick is swung down.

I put my body on the sound with my hands drawn.

◆ ◆ ◆

Time goes back just a little bit.

The night I turned Sin upside down.

We were to have a long story again.

Stannis tells Singh quickly about the causes of Vincent and Canaan and what has happened so far.

Having finished listening, Singh hugged Vincent's head into her chest, her caregiver, slightly taller than herself.

"Sorry, Vince"

"Apologize for what?"

Vincent laughs a little and puts it behind him.

"I'm sorry I'm not around sometimes when it's tough. I should have looked right in the face."

"You're a frightened narcissist! If Sin were here, I wouldn't be worried."

"You can be distracted."

Singh let go of her body and looked at me.

Then stand right next to the door with a chilling view of Alfrete Yunker and Theseus and return to me.

"And to Remilia, I'm sorry"

"To me?

"Oh, my God, but... I thought the reason Vincent hated the Vazas was because, to tell the truth, maybe he did."

Sin clouded his words.

Stannis looks at his goddaughter unexpectedly.

"It's not like you can tell by the signs, Stannis. I'm not as sensitive to signs of my own kind or Vaza as Yen."

"Are you left, then why?

"I stumbled upon Count Canaan holding the clock Vincent had... and"

Singh looked at Alfret Yunker, separating words.

"Al always avoided talking about Vaza in front of Vincent."

Oh, really?!

As I was surprised, when I saw Chancellor Yunker, he jawed. I feel a little suspicious about my behavior.

"You're a liar, but sometimes you're a bad liar, Al. Only about important people. So I guess so."

"Sin......!

Singh whispered her tongue out small as the tannic Alfrete Yunker reprimanded her with a small voice. "Sin" for "Al"? I don't know, you two are close. Singh looked at Yen.

"Vincent's mother, are you going to your grave?

"You know what it is, don't you?

"... if they stay there"

Singh grinned bitterly as she looked at Singh without seeing the story.

"I listen to all kinds of animals, but once in a while, I also hear the voices of people who don't belong in this world, especially if they have passed away with their hearts left behind"

… do you mean to hear the dead? I'll give you a look of surprise if Chancellor Yunker and Vincent were also the first ears.

"Exactly, that's creepy, isn't it? That's why I've only told Francesca. I don't know because the royal palace doesn't have my grandfather's voice or Francesca's father's voice left... but sometimes I see people wandering"

Sin glanced over his shoulder and stopped by the window.

The moon is thin.

"Anyway, I'd love a crescent moon night. Because it's easier to find different things on days like that."

"Is that what it is?

I knew Singh had different abilities to be said to be "unruly," but can you do that too? When I approached him with admiration, Singh smiled slightly.

"Grave raging on a day without the moon? You're welcome."

Yen shuddered and flipped himself. I guess I'm going back to Kirchner Mansion.

Theseus became him.

"Sin, if you don't want to see it, you can't..."

Sin takes control of Vincent.

"It's not even Roku's psychic powers (from me), but if it helps. What I came here for... I'm sure it makes sense."

"Sin......"

Vincent also lines up with us and looks up at the sky from the window.

◆ ◆ ◆

Then a few days, I danced with Fatima for three nights.

That, the next day. We were in a cemetery where Uncle Canaan's relatives would sleep after the sun had completely set.

The new moon is a day of "abomination", if you will say so in Tice, and all festivals and celebrations are solemnly celebrated. Fatima is a mansion, apparently relaxing and soothing of fatigue.

I was told you could stay at the mansion, but I was there with everyone. Father awaits a report at the Mansion.

Stannis and I, the Chancellor and Vincent.

Cleric Selim and Alexander. Then Sin, Theseus and Yen were there.

Mother, I'm going to dig a little bit of the little grave lined up next to Master Kaya. Theseus retained that Vincent and Chancellor Yunker tried to join him.

"This kind of thing better not be done by the edgers. Wait a little further. Yen."

"Heck."

Theseus tells me that Yen directs his parents and children a little further away. I was setting up a lantern to illuminate Stannis and Theseus doing the work, and then Alexander, who unexpectedly joined me.