The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

"Oh, ladies and gentlemen, come. It's really a stage for me."

Beautiful scarlet haired woman laughs sunny.

Glossy as a starring actress standing in the middle of the stage, full of ferocity and confidence.

"... Lydia"

It was Alexander's dark, voice that called her.

Slightly, voice.

I pushed my anger to death. Is it my assumption that sadness is engulfing underneath it?

"If there's a reason, let's hear it. If there is one."

Lydia was flat, notwithstanding the harsh words of blood and our white gaze.

"In the name of the priest Lydia, I'll tell you the truth."

Lydia snorted.

Then turn to Singh for a complex gaze that can be both pity and awe.

"Something terrible! Invoke things from different worlds to take form of alien words. Really, what are you dragon tribes? Son of Singh, the men of God."

"I'm not a dragon tribe, I am. Not to mention, it's not even God. Simply half..., not people. There's just blood mixed in"

Lydia shook her head as Singh wandered uncomfortably.

"No. You're not a person. Long time - no one lived for a very long time but had horrible powers like you...... that must be unfortunate! Hey, Prince Singh. You are surely unfamiliar with the world of men..."

It was Stannis standing beside me who snorted uncomfortably.

"You don't make up your mind about other people. If you don't want to talk, keep your mouth shut forever."

A silver blade peeks through the sleeve of Stannis's hand waved without sound.

Stannis was a little surprised to use dirty words in front of me, and as I was cruising around to stop him, I was controlled by my gaze from Yen, who was lying next to me.

"Don't stop because it's funny, okay? Remilia."

"... not funny, no"

Yen whispered, keeping his golden eyes sarcastically shining.

"Why? That's funny. This is the last mourning ground for a dying woman. That woman isn't long anyway. You figured that out and you came out, didn't you? The audience should be honest with you."

I saw Lydia.

I don't think he looks pale either. But wasn't the wound I sustained the other day shallow......

"Isn't it you who's not a person"

What I said in a trembling voice was Jigmund.

With a blue face......, there is nevertheless an unusual and intense light in my eyes that I hit earlier.

Hate, color.

"Count."

The youth of the samurai support the old man with a body such as fear, and stand between the old man and..., Vincent, as the Chancellor, Alfred Yunker, cares.

Vincent grabbed his right arm with his left hand and found himself suppressing his emotions.

"Why, I killed him. My daughter... Kaya, why. You're not the man, Lydia."

I didn't kill him, Zigmund.

Lydia laughed. It was a full smile.

I would have illusioned her as a very attractive, happy woman, if not for this occasion.

... illusion. Yes, I looked very unhappy with Lydia. Though I don't know why.

"I'm not here to kill you. I just couldn't find a reason to help aggressively."

"What?

"Genius is a blessing to us from God."

Lydia laughed.

Laughing, I looked up to heaven.

"God chose, poor us. Blessings we got with the thought of dying! Why did you have to share that with that little girl? Spoiled and raised, inherited Vaza's blood from exotic cubs, named your family name, betrayed the father who raised you, got the man you loved, and the cute child...? And I'm going into a personal predicament, and I command you to save yourself."

Lydia, who stopped laughing, pulled a dagger out of her chest.

"You even killed a young child with such ugly jealousy"

Lydia turned a cold eye to Alexander, who didn't happen to groan.

"If you call my emotions jealousy, do as you please. The only thing I can understand about my insides is me anyway. I just couldn't forgive the way that woman ran away. Vaza is the incarnation of God, we are clerics that can be used for the incarnation of God. Yet the woman said she fell into the city well and didn't need a vaza. So, I laugh that I'm happy. What I say, she..."

Lydia and I had eyes.

"It doesn't make sense, it's boring, I threw it away easily. If I'm thrown away, there's no reason for me to help her, is there?

I'm afraid of sapphire eyes, but I can't keep my eyes open.

I put my palm in the shape of a fist in front of my chest. I know how hard it waves.

"If you want to resent me, be my guest. I just couldn't reach out."

Jigmund stares at Lydia who sees Jigmund as provoking.

Deep down, it was Vincent who exhaled.

Slowly, one word apart, he said.

"I resent you, I don't"

"Vincent......"

When I spoke, Vincent shrugged his shoulders just a little. It's his habit when he always starts being sarcastic.

"I don't resent you. Cleric Lydia."

"What? The Son of the Chancellor is very forgiving."

While Lydia said she hated it, I could see Alexander and Stannis packing a twist and a break. Vincent would have noticed his grandfather, Jigmund, staring at Jibben as surprised, but did not gaze at him.

And say it quietly.

"Ka 'an said. Everybody loves it. That was Kaya's cliché, and me and my brother grew up hearing that word all the time."

On the unmistakable side, Vincent said.

"Your malice did not reach my mother to the end. I couldn't even scratch a little. All she left was feeling happy. So I don't resent him or anything. You're not worth it. My mother couldn't hurt herself because she was out of your definition."

So Vincent said.

He swallows his spit and even spares tears, though his beautiful emerald eyes like gems swayed.

"I won't do it. Nothing for you. I don't do anger, resentment, or grief. You just have to be brought to justice for your crimes."

Lydia turned pale and stared at the tall boy.

Alexander stared at Vincent...... once, he closed his eyes.

"... If you are proud to be a cleric, come with me, Lydia"

Lydia glanced at Alexander and Stannis and laughed all the time. Throw a dagger, it falls to the floor and plays a high noise with Kin.

"Okay."

Sounds familiar, to her I was uncomfortable, but Alexander seemed horrified.

A dagger thrown far from her, trying to pick it up..., she turned off her expression as she looked at her nephew.

"Alexander!"

I screamed unexpectedly.

Lydia gets her hands on her nostalgia again. Having a small blade fragment in her hand, she didn't 'aim' at Alexander.

Put your finger on the neck, like you won, laugh.

"But you can take my wreckage."

Fearing the bloodshed for a moment, I closed my eyes unexpectedly.