The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

It didn't mean blood would fly off Lydia's neck.

Instead of that, Hyun, I felt like making a noise and cutting the wind like something was going sideways, and I unwittingly close my eyes and I panic.

Glancing from between her fingers, there is Lydia groaning and Alexander amazing in front of her, with a short arrow stabbed in her shoulder.

... Arrow!? Who did?

Confused right in front of me. Stannis moved quickly and held Lydia back from behind.

"Have an unexpected stunt"

I turned my back on Yen in a tone, and I turned my eyes round.

Henrik, Isaac!

- Besides, I was hitting the bow.

"Father!?

When Father, who gave the bow to Isaac, approached us with a cool face, he spoke with a quiet voice to Lydia, who remained contained by Stannis, as usual.

"Don't make a scene in the sleeping land of the dead, Lydia. If you're going to name a priest, you should honor the dead."

"My lord..."

Stannis looks up to his father.

I told you you didn't have to come, my lord.

Father raised the edge of his mouth only slightly. With such a small change that only me and Stannis know. Then I saw two boys holding back.

"I was asking Dominic Kirchner. He asked me to let him know if Henrik hasn't grown up. As a result, we were supposed to come with you. It would have helped."

"Only the bow is as good as ever"

'Cause you worked out enough to throw up on somebody.'

Looking at Father wondering what was going on between Isaac and the others, Father takes a cold glance at Singh, who was hiding behind Theseus.

"Prince Singh. You're not supposed to be here. Dominic Kirchner will be here soon. Don't leave the mansion for the rest of your stay."

Singh said something. I did, but I shut up in the father's words that followed.

"You are too free. In your position. - The full powers here in Canaan are currently with me. If you do not accept the request, I will protest directly to Your Majesty."

"... ok"

Fine.

Am I too free for your position?

You told Theseus something similar back in the day...

Father went on to say more.

"Cleric Alexander, let's ask as the head of Vaza. Get rid of all the noise in your pocket."

Alexander stops moving for a moment, then swallows something with the words, then pulls himself back and refrains behind my back.

Unexpectedly, when I look at my expression, I get so distracted that I also get so distracted.

Lydia was looking up at the Duke, biting off her lower lip, whether it was from pain or humiliation.

"… Your Excellency"

"Well, Lydia. You said so. Vaza said he was the incarnation of God and that the cleric was his servant. Is that for real?"

……

"Let me command you as the head of Vaza. I command thee in the name of Lechek Ruevito Vaza. I forbid your suicide."

Lydia faded and felt its neck ring glow thinly. And I can see Alexander slightly stiffening himself.

Father's cold, watery eyes slightly darkened the color and moved to Stannis.

"Saule."

"Yes, my lord"

"If I command, immediately turn down the woman's life"

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"Father!?

I raised a voice resembling a scream. Stannis kills people on Father's orders?

I don't like that!

"What are you talking about, such a thing!

My protest was controlled with one hand. While I am perplexed by the unspoken tone of presence or absence, Father brutally adds a declaration.

"Lydia, your free speech is often 'sealed'.... notwithstanding the evil laws, Vaza's chief is given the right to the life and death of all temple officials who glance at the chief priest. Zigmund."

Father spoke to the Old Count. Then, move your gaze to Vincent.

"Vincent Yunker. Let's ask your brothers. Do you want the death of Cleric Lydia? Her sins are clear and vicious. If you want, with my life, Sauree will send Lydia to her country of origin. I have that right. What are we gonna do?"

Chancellor Yunker wandered, but pushed silently. I couldn't stop my voice trembling, and still, I opened my mouth.

"Oh, no, Father, don't do that. Because Stannis is like that, I don't like it! No, you can't."

My father didn't blame me for keeping Yen from moving with one hand after a childish scream.

I felt betrayed, I saw my father and my uncle in law in despair, but their expression doesn't move at all.

Even if Lydia was guilty, so you can't kill her with a private sentence, more importantly, I don't like it when Stannis orders you to kill people with your father's orders!

I shake my head saying I don't like it for selfish reasons.

My father said it cold to me.

"Remilia, I'm not allowing you to speak. Shut up."

I lose my words to an unexpected cold attitude.

With the face of the Duke of Karish, he repeated the question.

"What do we do, Zigmund? Vincent Yunker"

Zigmund said, in a dark voice.

"Command me, my lord, not Saule. My daughter is... my daughter's, my grandson's, an enemy."

"Do not allow"

"Why! Dear Leshek!"

of Zigmund. That was a blood-soaking scream.

"Jigmund, you don't have that authority, and you're not good with swords in the first place. I don't mean to suffer what's in the priesthood for pranks."

"Such..."

"Not admitted"

When Father said softly, he urged Vincent to respond.

"What about you? [M] Vincent Yunker"

"I..."

"What do you want?

Stop, I wanted to scream.

Stannis has a dagger on his right hand with no expression on his face.

Stannis would immediately take Lydia's life if his father ordered him to. I don't like that, I want to scream and call you to stop.

But at the same time, I'm ashamed of myself like that.

Even though I know in my head that Vincent and Zigmund hate Lydia so much that they want to kill her, I think, just because of my emotions, I don't like it, yes...

Pull down the crease and swallow the words.

Vincent's emerald eyes take on a harsh color.

I know that.

I've been seen in the past with those eyes.

I've had nightmares.

Vincent has always been, always been, resentful. Someone who took my family... Finally, this is a great opportunity for revenge.

But my lack of reason twisted me to the point where I was about to get rammed up. Grasp your fist tightly.

How much silence there was, Vincent fumbled, exhaled.

I thought I looked at you and looked at me.

Vincent, exhaling briefly......, laughed, really, small, small, mocking himself.

"My lord."

"Have you decided your mind?

"Yes."

Vincent approached Lydia and looked down at her.

"For example, even if you haven't got your hands on it directly.... Cleric Lydia, you killed my family. I'm sure I'll never forget that fact until I die... and you killed a little Chantilly instead of me. Murdered a little girl just waiting to die without mercy. I think it's sinful and unforgivable."

Lydia is just looking up at Vincent.

I could see Alexander trembling whether he was angry or sad.

Vincent stared back at the Duke of Karish with a transparent expression.

"I don't want to."

...... Vincent.

I don't want a private sentence, my lord.

"It's not private sentencing. The law allows it."

"No, I'm afraid Your Excellency... Vaza is no longer royal. Earlier evil laws are privileges allowed to the Vaza royal family. Now, it's not anymore. … so I am"

Vincent separated words.

For a moment, bite your back teeth, and go on.

"I hope that the law and justice will be exercised correctly and that strict treatment will be given to Lydia clerics."

For a moment, I see Zigmund and then Chancellor Yunker. And declared.

"As a citizen of Cardina, that's all I want"

Zigmund nodded as if he had been poked in the void, and the youth of the samurai and Theseus supported him in caring. The old Count looks ten years old this past night and it hurts.

Father asked overlapping, staring at Vincent.

"Any regrets?

"Yes."

I stared at Vincent's side.

I found no stray or intense emotions anywhere in his face......

Well, that's a good word, Father gave Stannis a hand signal.

Stannis quickly dropped his knife and Lydia was made to faint.

"Alexander, I'll leave Lydia to you."

"... Your will"

Alexander erases all facial expressions and takes Lydia. Zigmund is dropping it off like his soul has fallen out.

Pampa, and Yen signaled his hand and slapped me, and I'm about to collapse on the spot.

"Ma'am, are you all right!

I say, yeah, to Stannis' "usual" expression, who hastily supported me, almost crying.

I snort as I endure the urge to hug and cry. Pong, and he put his hand on his head, so I looked diagonally up, and Henrik was gushing my hair on the top of the Buddha.

I look at Vincent, and I almost cry.

If I were Vincent.

I'm sure you can't forgive me.

I'm sure you can't keep Stannis and Henrik from killing people who took their families in front of you for their irrational murder.

Even Vincent...... The truth is.

Vincent stared at Alexander and Lydia leaving silently. I don't know what you're thinking. When Isaac turned around softly and slapped him on the shoulder, he nodded as if he was returning something, yeah. Because I had no right to say anything, I just, I just leaned over.

We stood somewhere apart in the bitter silent late night darkness, and the night breeze moistened somewhere, cheeky.

Only a man, Yen, inexorably threw an ironic question at the Duke of Karish of different kinds of beauty, smiling at the wrong place, as if to mock the sentiments of humans.

"Is Vaza the incarnation of God? I heard nostalgic words...... Duke of Karish. You are the God of that country."

Feeling something hysterical hidden on the brilliant side I stare at Yen's side.

Father was right, he affirmed very clearly.

"Yes, but I am God. It's a dead country now, and only the fanatics will be served... the last, God."

The night is quiet and white.