The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Two small coffins.

Theseus dug one of them. Stannis and Alexander left Theseus, and the two took off the cotton and gloves that were covering their mouths instead of masks.

Buried somewhere not too deep, I guess, because Canaan is a dryland.

Wetlands should be buried a little further down for fear of decay.

If you're confused as to whether you can watch the coffin open or not, Stannis, who's back by my side, repositions himself to hide the coffin from my gaze. I grabbed Stannis's sleeve and whispered, "I don't need it," so Vincent and Chancellor Yunker wouldn't hear me.

"I'll see to it properly"

"... ok"

Soon Yen, who pinched me and was on the other side, sarcastically says "overprotective" with Bosori.

I leaned down in shame and Stannis wrinkled silently in my nose. If I wasn't around, you'd be arguing. Our Stannis, who is good at poker faces, has a master (...) whose emotions are on the table.

I remembered my father's phrase, "Stannis gets rough when Yen is by my side".

But overprotective.

You are weak and overprotective... you are aware. But... I don't know if Stannis is overprotective of me because Yen spoiled Stannis too much of a recoil, or something. On the other hand, in a teacher's way.

As I stare at Theseus, the coffin opens in a familiar condition. Alexander prayed, so we drooled our heads to go with it.

There it was, like a little white stone, bone,.

Clothes were quickly removed from the whitened child, and Theseus identified the body.

said Cleric Selim.

Lydia said she held the boy's throat.

If you did, would you break your neck bone? Even a woman's fine arms?

Theseus kept his mouth shut for a while, but he looked up and saw us.

"I'm afraid I don't know the cause of death."

"Right."

It was Yen who responded. There is a slight air of discouragement.

"If it was suffocation, there would be no bone abnormality."

"Don't you see? Can't you prove that Vincent's replacement..."

To Yen's monologue, no, Theseus shook his head. Chancellor Yunker, who was silent, pinches his mouth on the conversation between the two.

"No, what? I wonder what that means, Theseus."

"I can assure you this body is not Zigmund's grandson"

"Why?"

"I can see it in bone form."

Theseus sighed.

"This isn't a boy (...). A girl."

We looked at each other and Theseus carefully explained the difference in bone shape between men and women. Chancellor Yunker still said the question.

"That's for sure, Theseus"

"Al, you know when I was keen on separating, right? In those days I asked the survivors to do better with the grave revelation. Well, the pervert mistakenly killed me a few times."

Oh, yeah.

"Can I give you a lecture from now on?

"... refrain"

Theseus flaunted his shoulder.

"And there's no reason to lie."

I looked at the little white bones in silence.

... I wonder what your name is, this girl. He got sick in a poverty home in Canaan, died alone... and was buried on behalf of others.

"That's pathetic. At least if you know the name."

Poop, next to what I said, Huh, something runs all the time.

The wind, I thought.

Light at the same time.

Stannis takes refuge in my hand looking back at what it is.

"... na,"

to? Before I said, 'She' said.

(- It's Chantilly!

In the light, the little girl proclaimed herself exalted.

Quality white shirt with black trousers. Dressed as a boy, his face, though cut out of hair, was no mistake for the girl's.

When I was old, would I be ten, or not?

The climate in Canaan, which should be hot, flows cold as a lie.

Innocent her voice and her back, - quiet as ice, full of the smell of death shook me.

The girl repeated in an innocent voice.

We couldn't distract ourselves and even looked at the girl. She moved without sound and stopped by Singh's side, which approached the grave.

(- I'm Shanti! I'm Chantilly!

"Yes, you are Chantilly. Why are you here?

Translucent, she tilted her neck. The expression is vain somewhere.

(I don't know. I have a fever. Tough and painful, it was painful......)

"Did it hurt, did it?"

(It hurt, it was hot, it was very painful, idagada, aaaahhhhhhh)

The girl's voice came from high, low, multidirectional, multidirectional.

It's a very scary voice, not a living one. The girl screamed like a growl, pitali, and stopped moving.

Then, slowly and again in a weightless motion, I circled around us... and stopped the motion in front of Alexander.

(... brother, you have beautiful red hair)

"... do you recognize him?"

Alexander heard as he pressed his voice to death.

(beautiful red hair! Red hair! Akaikami: Anon Nanohuman Oooo, Ishida aaaaa!

"... right"

To a cry similar to joy, Alexander shrugged. Tell them to be ready. Sin tries to shelter, moves.

"It must be..."

"No. It's, it's not"

It was Vincent who ran over to Alexander's side. I stood in front of the girl, then slowly laid down on one knee to gaze at her.

"Chantilly."

(That's right! I'm Shanti!

The girl said softly, proudly. Vincent had a sweet look, he said.

"He just happens to be red-haired, a different person from the woman's, no"

(No?

"... Vince, because it's dangerous"

Vincent controlled Sin by hand to try to get close.

"... I'm Vincent. Chantilly."

(No... seinto)

The voice comes and goes thick, thin, high and low. Vincent nodded.

"He's not the one you should resent. It's me.... because of me you felt... painful..."

(... Sounano...?

Chantilly tilted her neck, her horrible expression disappearing and returning to being a person again.

Vincent gently touched her translucent cheek.

"... sorry. It's my fault.... I'm sorry for making you feel painful. I've been with strangers in the dark and it's been hard... sorry"

The girl was staring at Vincent. Black eyes stare up at the crying young man... and loosen slightly.

(... I'm Chantilly. Ah even, it's not)

"It's about me, Chantilly."

Vincent said.

He also had a Western-style name, which he called Aslan. Chantilly chuckled when she heard it.

(Grandpa always comes. Call me Asuran. I'm sorry, I'm not even sorry, I'm a shanty!

"... yeah, right"

Chantilly turned off her expression again and swayed loosely on the spot.

(... I'm Chantilly! Chantilly!... it's not Aslan!

Sin took her claim.

"Chantilly...... beautiful name"

(Your mother put it on me! That would be a very good name. I'm Chantilly.)

"Chantilly. It's time. We have to go to Dawn Country."

She saw the direction Sin gently indicated with her fingers. Is there something in the western direction that I don't see?

Chantilly smiles and travels again without sound. Small on Vincent, waving.

(Tell Grandpa, Aslan. It wasn't for me, but... flowers. Always, thank you. Flowers, they were beautiful!

Waving, in the light she disappeared, bringing back heat around.

"I don't know how I can do a person's soul. I don't know if that's the dead. All I see is a dead man's legacy, a strong mind."

Sin says potpourri.

Then I saw Yen and Theseus, Stannis.

"Finally, you don't usually look so clear. With a lot of people in my family, I feel like my powers are amplified."

"He's as irregular as ever."

Yen is frightened by Singh, and Alexander is holding his eyes shut and enduring the passion.

Let it be a legacy. She had a grudge against Lydia...... no doubt about it. Singh was annoyed, poisoned Yen and then spoke to Vincent.

"The sad thing about her is, I know it's painful, but I don't know what her real name was."

"Right."

I thought of her snugly. Next to him, Yen took off his jacket and wondered what it was, and he covered his white bones with his jacket and hid her from our gaze.

"I'm sorry to expose you to the gaze of strangers at this convenience, young lady... Chantilly."

In a touching tone, then, unexpectedly, tie a sign of prayer suitable for Cardina's manipulation.

"Rest in peace"

... In conjunction with Yen praying, I prayed too. Vincent is silent and hands still on his chest.

A young woman's voice blocked it when I was wondering whether to speak up.

(... I've always regretted it)

Dark hair, long hair with a suffocating habit, is slowly rippled and brilliant. Light black skin belongs to people in the West rather than to Canaan.

And intermediate, light gray and watery eyes that are disproportionate.

Though she looked like a girl before she was only twenty......

I knew her. Vincent looked up and hung up - staring at his own mother.

"... kaya"

Cleric Selim groaned, and we stared at Kaya, Vincent's mother, as Zigmund's daughter.

"Count! Wait, Count! Sir!

"Kayah......!

We looked back in haste to the voice that had suddenly interrupted us.

The paled Count of Canaan, Jigmunt Lame, and his entourage youth, were coming.

"... jigmund"

Zigmund reaches out to Kaya, pushing Stannis gently to rest.

Vincent relaxed and gently turned his back on the two and went back to the side of Chancellor Yunker, where his father-in-law put his hand on his son's shoulder.

"... kaya! Right, was he alive? You were alive, weren't you? Kaya!"

No, there was no way.

You really should know that even Jigmunt Lame makes you mourn.

Because Master Kaya's appearance remains translucent.

Jigmund sat down on the spot and shook his shoulder, admitting that the hand he reached out to his daughter cut the sky vainly without grabbing anything.

(Yes, I've always regretted it. that I ran off with Ed)

I saw my mother looking young like Vincent was hurt. Ed is probably referring to Vincent's father, Edialdo.

Kaya continued.

('Cause you don't? Your father must have recognized us after all...)

Kaya said a cute girl with a busy tone, overflowing with beloved confidence.

(Because! When I snuck back to the mansion, I pretended I didn't know. You sound stupid, because you're not being honest)

I wonder who Kaya is talking to.

Is it the mother of the young man who came with Zigmund? The mother of the young man said she was Kaya's nanny. Or are they friends we don't see?

Or is it the husband who passed away first?

(It's okay, time will work out)

Kaya turned that way. Tung, I think it's weird that the side you turned against... is still Vaza's blood.

Happiness in the watery eyes, the girl said.

(Ed is a talented, aspiring doctor. I'm sure we'll make it! Then your father would pretend to be a bummer and admit it... because)

The girl smiled.

Fluffy little light flies around her.

Then, just a little bit, she seemed older.

The girl knots her hair up, changes her makeup, becomes completely a lady figure and whispers in the void with a soft look.

(It's okay, we're family. I'm sure we can understand each other, we just need time now...... I know, me and your father are a lot alike. Mean and stubborn! You can't apologize to yourself.)

Kaya's appearance gradually diminishes.

Zigmund was staring at his daughter as she devoured her teeth.

"Kaaa."

When Vincent spoke out in the wind that she said she didn't think, she was so gentle... she let down her mouth. My lips move on the shape before I laugh out.

(Vincent, Theodore, remember. Even if one day we leave, we are family...! I love you, guys. Guys, guys... so important and I love it!

I thought the gentle wind blew.

The wind extinguishes the lantern fire. When I lit it again in a hurry, Kaya was nowhere to be found.

Time was supposed to fix it.

But the certainty of the parents and children lost the opportunity for reconciliation forever due to the sudden misfortune that struck their daughter.

I miss the old man's back, who shook his shoulders without a voice. I opened the lantern to Stannis and sat down with him on Zigmund's side. I don't have a voice, I don't see any more words to call.

In heavy silence, Singh looked at Vincent as she cared, then told Zigmund.

"She... her thoughts are gone from here. Maybe what I wanted to tell Vincent and the Count was not a thoughtless word, not a grudge, but the last word..."

(Guys, I love it!

The vivid voice comes back to the back of the brain.

Vincent was quiet, Zigmund killed his voice... mourning the death of the same woman.

Yen said in a sarcastic voice that we were quiet.

"Good, I wasn't resented by my daughter who drove me to death! I think the lady who killed him resented me."

I thought it was a lot of tone if you were talking to Zigmund, but the second half of the line was different, and I... we realized.

Yen is sensitive to the signs of his fellow countrymen (...).

They say they can see signs of dragon tribe or dragon tribe mixing right away.

And many of the clerics with strong powers are a mix of dragons.

Walking slowly never looks frightened. How are the injuries? I'm sure I'm missing them.

"Lydia."

It was in Alexander who whispered with a low voice that seemed to turn his fangs.

Lydia was staring at us with scarlet hair the same colour as his...