The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Go the dark way, and the narrower way.

Go, children, on the path shown.

Our father is overhead, watching and guiding us...

The strong sun softened by the stained glass of the National Church transfers into the temple of the National Church, creating a long and long shadow.

The young boy put his hand on his chest and prayed enough to God before raising his face.

Eyes peeking from the side are water colored with a photograph of the sky. Her hair, roughly put together around her neck, was golden.

He was a beautiful boy. But it was a hard beauty unrelated to the softness of being like a girl.

When do young daughters walk in the temple slow down and steal a boy into that beauty that you can clearly see from afar. He didn't mean to go through with it and flipped himself gently.

Lord Ruevito.

Stopped by his baptismal name, he turned around and a number of older women stood than the boy with watery eyes in his golden hair. She wears elegant clergy clothes, unlike any woman of her age.

I don't often get spoken of her baptismal name, but maybe she has no choice because she's in the clergy.

"I'm out of time, sister."

"Really... I came to say goodbye when I heard you could leave the royal palace"

The boy smiles a little lonely.

"Thank you. You're no longer as concerned about me as you are about my family."

"Such a thing..."

"I do. Besides, it's not something you have no choice about. Thank you for caring about my mother. Malaya Bayesia"

"... ruevito, no. You won't be named again."

"Yes."

"When are you leaving?

"Tomorrow."

The beautiful girl blinked slowly to seal her tears.

"Please, be well. a (...) e (...) n (...) j (...) e (...) a (...)"

The boy of beauty, Yenjay Luevito Vaza beside the Vaza royal family... smiled at his older re-cousin.

I tend to lay low my eyes in different colors: water and gold.

The watery eyes are a sign of drawing Vaza's blood.

The other person's beautiful golden eyes are rare... a testament to the Dragon tribe's blood living in the North Mountains.

With people, with dragons.

The boy, who inherited noble blood from both his parents, tended, however, rather than to be proud, to constantly lay low to hide those eyes from men.

"There won't be much more to be called Luevito or his name from now on."

"Why?

"It looks like a dragon clan, and he told me to name him Yen. Yes, I was notified by a messenger from North Mountain. I just named myself, and I have no psychic powers. It doesn't change that I'm just a person. Would it have been different if at least you had a psychic like you?"

"... Yenjay"

Malaya's eyes shake sadly.

Yenjay..., no, Yenjay loosened his expression.

"I preferred stupidity. Sister Malaya. I'm sorry...... Please be well. I'm glad you remember me now and then."

"I always thought so!

When the two shrunk their distance and gently embraced, they spared their farewell, and Malaya Bayesia Vaza could not help but pray…, that the Malayan priest would at least be fortunate enough for the future of an unhappy beautiful boy.

The root of the Yen boy's misadventure dates back a long time.

Ever, far back in the day. It was a long time ago.

Once, of the dragon tribes that existed in the North Mountains and West of the continent, the West Nation clan was destroyed by defeat in a feud with humans.

The few survivors of the clan moved beyond the desert to Cardina. Some will rely on the dragon clan of North Mountain, while others will seek refuge in the Vaza royal family of Cardina.

Of those sheltered by the Vazza royal family, one beautiful dragon woman died giving birth to her daughter, under the patronage of King Vazza.

The born princess was drowned by the father king, but the father king died prematurely, and when her half-brother came to the throne, she grew up being repelled from other royalties because of her bastard birth and the color of her skin.

And time flies.

A young man of the Dragon tribe of North Mountain, who visited the next king's standing son to suicide, fell in love with her lonely and beautiful, and the innocent princess rose for a moment tender to her compatriots, and by the time the young man of the Dragon tribe left the king's capital, he had a child in his belly.

Thus, the name of a boy born without anyone wanting him, is called Yenjay Luevito Vaza.

The mother dropped her shoulder to the fact that her son's eyes were of a different color than water and gold, and the young Dragon tribe, who was seen as her father, flaunted her shoulder.

'If my son... has more than half the Dragon blood, both eyes should be golden. It doesn't prove it's my boy. "

and.

The princess, betrayed by her lover and an unmarried mother, moaned every time.

(If both your eyes were golden, that guy back in North Mountain might have picked me up too! You're an unexpected child!

If you think so.

I guess my mother was starting to be mentally ill from then on, Yen thinks.

He curses and weeps at the faces of Vaza, who belittles himself, and mistakenly makes Yen, who is only similar to his father, appear to be his father, to be indulgent, and still cries when he realizes that he is someone else.

The contents of a beautiful woman's mother are young girls.

No one loved me, I won't grow up, poor woman.

In the meantime, she's been in terrible shape lately.

I had a vague feeling that the time left was not that long.

Mother and son, who had no difficulty in clothing and lodging because they had been encountered as part of the royal family, but were repelled from their surroundings, lived under the asylum of the National Church, which had pitied them.

Yen wanted to be a cleric.

I will not often be born because I have no powers, but I pray and think in a quiet place. Such a life was in character, and would be a noble birth, but also because it seemed to me that a self unrelated to power deserved to live like a deserter.

Besides, he also respected the priests, albeit a few, who were committed to saving the poor.

Save the poor and do it for the unhappy.

I was wondering how wonderful it would be if I could live that way.

One thing is fine, if I can do something meaningful for someone else.

Yen intended it, and so would the National Church, but the king did not want it.

It may have been suspected that an outsider who draws Dragon blood might one day threaten the Vaza royal family.

It wasn't a good idea to win a swordsmanship mock match against his son in front of the king, maybe. Yen lived the day under surveillance and scornful gaze.

... life in the cramped and lonely royal palace ends today as well.

In the middle of his teens, his father had to recognize Yen, who had become a dragon father.

A proud dragon clan has left the daughter of a human royal family to be crushed.

It seems that Yen's father - the head of the dragon clan today - who was indulged in a great scandal and was sarcastic by the king of Vaza - decided to take his mother and son to the North Mountains "with a generous heart".

With the intention of staying at least in the National Church, Yen, who tried to disagree with the treatment, could no longer say anything about the appearance of her mother, who was innocently pleased with her lover, whom she had not seen in a long time.

My mother, not for long.

Then at the end of that life, shouldn't we let it go along with the man she thinks it is? and. It is not too late to return to the National Church.

To Wang Du, my father, who visited my mother... a beautiful man with the same face as Yen glanced at my son in disgust.

"I've been listening to you, but you really don't have any power."

"Yes."

'It's a sad thing. As long as your mother is alive, you will be sheltered. But after that, you're free. I promise to do whatever I can to help. "

"Understood."

No apology, no love.

Uncomfortably disconnected that it was unnecessary for him to be worthless, Yen instead favored this man.

Now..., even if they say they love you just on the top side, this one is troublesome.

Kicked out of the Vaza royal family as a delight, reluctantly taken by the Dragon clan.

Though teething over my mother and myself, the boy was certainly powerless and had no choice but to live by being flushed. I have no choice.

Yen looked up into the sky.

Too bad his favorite Cardina sky blue is invisible covered in heavy clouds.

I like to see the blue skies fall out. Very.

The world is wide and I think there will surely be a great god beyond this sky because when will my heart be comforted.

"Don't you have this, Your Highness...!

Ten or so little girls still came after me as I finally tried to leave for North Mountain. I offer a single painting with a cup of tears in my big eyes.

Yen smiled bitterly when he saw the painting.

When my mother was in a good mood, she painted herself and her young son (Yen).

Golden hair, eyes of different colours from left to right. Brown skin.

Behind you is a tapestry of Vaza's iconic two-headed dragon. A portrait of a mother and son with nowhere to be found, in a strange combination of colors.

While claiming to be a family of kings, the reality is merely rootless grass. It was like... it was a painting like a relic.

Yen smiles at the little girl. In the first place, it was ironic that I was called His Highness. Not an official name. To this young girl, though I wouldn't have understood that.

"It's not His Highness, Millie. His Royal Highness has stopped. So, the painting... you shouldn't have anything to claim to be royal"

"So, Your Highness is Your Highness! Forever, yes!

Little Millie, who was starving outside the royal palace.

Millie, lifting up Yen as if she were God, who picked her up and cuddled her into play and mouthed her to be able to work as a youngest, shivered her shoulders, no longer hiding tears.

Yen gets just a little crazy.

No one in the clan... has become a cleric, except Malaya, who was abandoned by the clan as well as Yen... a girl who doesn't spare me a goodbye, but who has only been kind to me a few times, grieves me for her goodbye.

Only this tiny little girl will sincerely spare Yen from leaving the King's Capital.

(Someone alone will spare me a goodbye. Still, isn't that enough... isn't it?

When I ask myself, I kneel and softly mouth the girl's soft cheeks. Millie hugged me crying, so I pounded, and slammed my back.

"One day, I'll come and see you. Millie, by the time you became a lady. Welcome me with a smile then. The painting... right. You just have to keep it gently hidden in the treasure trove of the royal palace. so that one day, the descendants of the clan will realize that my mother and I were indeed here."

"Okay, I got it."

"Goodbye, Millie. Please, take pleasure in your future."

"Your Highness too!

"............... right"

Millie was waving until she couldn't see the carriage carrying her parents and children.

Thus, on the outskirts of the North Mountain, the mother of the Half Dragon Nation and only a quarter of the human son were to relocate their strongholds.

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Life in the North Mountains was monotonous.

Food and shelter are guaranteed and my father visits my mother occasionally. A handsome couple of men and women take care of two.

But every one of them despises my mother and Yen... my mother doesn't even realize the malice, she just always waits for my father to return.

Almost none of the men of my father's clan will show their faces.

Human-mixed hybrids.

Yes, Yen had encountered several occasions when they were being verbally cursed, but thanked her for not reaching her mother's ear. Because that scratchy, prized, always childlike woman might graduate if she heard the word. My mother's medical condition was strangely calm and the boy was reassured not least.

The people of the clan show little face, but there are exceptions, and occasionally strange guests visit.

When I was a human year, I would have lived for nearly a hundred years because I was the most dragon tribe in my mid-twenties... but I was two young people.

A young man named Sui with golden eyes on black hair and Shen with golden eyes on silver hair.

And when they appeared unto their mother and their son, they made their mother laugh, and taught Yen their sword moves, and set aside little souvenirs to return.

"I regret it."

At one point Sui said.

When Shen broke his bone without being able to help his opponent during the archery of the sword, it was when he was carefully treating Shen while scolding him.

He was a strange dragon tribe who often descended into humans because he thought he was a skinny young man with golden eyes with dark hair and interested in medicine. Always calm, gentle.

"What's regret?

"Because I'm the one who brought our chief in with the princess. The chief..., well, it's difficult to have a bad femininity."

Sounds like it.

Yen knows that my father has a real wife and someone else to go to.... Sui shriveled.

"The princess seemed bored in the royal palace. I thought it would be disturbing if I interacted with us. I took him out for a gathering..."

He regretted bringing his mother to his father, the cause of his misfortune. Yen, however, who was able to take care of him, can only laugh bitterly.

"Fine. Mother's happy with that, I'm sure."

When Yen says as he remembers her mother's sweet voice speaking to her father, she strokes Yen's head saying, OK, OK.

"You're a good boy."

"Stop treating me like a child...... wow!

Yen couldn't keep up the words because Shen hugged him from behind. Though confused by this, bright man close to others, Yen preferred him. Amidst the lofty dragon tribes, they are flamboyant and gentle.

Finally, sword moves are among the best in the clan, and they also often give Yen an archery.

If I had a brother, would it have been a little like this? Though I didn't say thank you, the two kindly beings comforted the boy's heart.

But the gentle time between the bundles was suddenly cut off one day.

Nothing else, by my mother's suicide.

"After all, you were just a person. Suicide and more! Dirty!"

One winter day.

My mother was upset with my father for a trivial matter, and my father didn't visit all month.

As usual, she says she's going for a little walk, she leaves the house and doesn't go home at night...... With a bad feeling, Yen searched all night and found her fallen mother by the lake. Blood overflowing from his neck is dyeing his beautiful face and snow red.

As if, on a scene as beautiful as a piece of the story, the boy collapsed. Sui and Shen, who came after me, brought my mother and boy back to their mansion and put everything in place.

My father returned to his mansion only to see his face once, and one of my father's brothers threw up when he saw my mother's face.

"Death to yourself in this land, etc! What a filthy bitch! So I was against taking on this woman."

The Dragons will not die. I can never choose death myself.

Yen thought it seemed like a curse in a way, but it seems different to him. I still curse and mock my mother for choosing to die from her weakness.

Yen cursorily raised his face. Engage with a gaze like you made a fool of yourself.

When he shuts up without the strength to argue, he tries to hurt Yen by saying something more. It was Shen who stopped it. Left to his power, Shen beat up a disrespectful man and exposed his anger, kicked his uncle out of the mansion. Yen has never seen a calm shen get angry.

"What are you talking about in front of a child! That bastard!"

Shen was crying. Sui was also cleansed with a sinking face... No, Sui politely cleansed her..., stroking her mother's cheek.

"Sorry, Yen."

"Why is Shen crying?"

"I guess it's because you don't cry!

Embrace Yen with strong force as Shen cries.

So for the first time, Yen knew he could cry. All night, crying by his side, Yen prayed for her next to her mother at dawn, waking up alone and looking calm, illuminated by the morning and sun.

"It was just a person"

Yen's uncle cursed her like that, but I don't think Yen did. My mother could not live as a person.

Even as a dragon clan, it was difficult. I couldn't be anyone, I had no choice but to live by someone, and I was betrayed by that person... and I was exhausted. But now he's falling asleep peacefully. That's fine, then, that's fine.

No one loved me, poor woman. To no one......

"I, other than"

On the morning of his breakup, the boy gently mouthed his mother's forehead.

At least so that a sad soul can go over the sky. May God rest in peace.

Both the funeral and the burial, Sui and Shen were the two of us.

Yen, who tried to help dig a grave, was not tolerated by the two as hard as they could. Say, "It's not something you do."

Yen lowered his head softly.

I came to the North Mountain and found it good for me. I met the two of you.

To my mother I looked up at the winter sky wondering if that would have been, at all, a moment. That, no longer, we will never know.

... The sky, which also led to my distant homeland, had the same colour as my mother's left eye.

◆ ◆ ◆

Yen's wish, which was to return to the national church in Cardina, was gently retreated by the King. Drop your shoulders disappointingly, even though you half expected it.

It seemed silly to even expect something from his father, but he didn't hesitate to ask for something that was likely to be converted into money because he would give him what he wanted, and Yen decided to leave North Mountain.

Decide to go to the West where no one knows who you are.

My brown-skinned self will look like a Westerner, and there is less dragon mixing in the West. It wouldn't be unnatural to call yourself a mixed Westerner and Dragon tribe child.

Shen disagreed greatly, persuading him many times to stay on the North Mountain, but Yen shook his head sideways. The Dragons, including their father, are openly neglecting the boy. I knew Shen was beginning to be neglected because of such excessive shelter of Yen.

That's not Yen's intention, and in the first place, Yen is just a human being whose one eye simply says it's golden. It was impossible to live in the North Mountains with a dragon clan with a different ability, from the beginning.

Knowing the boy's determination was stiff, he finally broke Shen too. Provide, however, that

"Can you at least make me a referral to Sui? He's also studying medicine, so he's somewhat facetious to the upper classes in the West. If you don't want to, I'll hide your identity."

"... ok"

Sui took me to introduce me to one of the kings of the West. He said he had a small army and would hire Yen there as a knight apprentice.

The favored Westerner took on a boy who was not close enough to introduce Sui and twilight.

"If anyone abuses you,"

"Yeah."

"You can always come home, Yen."

When Yen laughs like he's in trouble, Sui wets her tears and hugs the boy. Tearful, weirdo. At ease, gentle. I liked such a sui as much as Shen. I wanted to be with you if I could.

But time passes differently with him himself, so the longer we stay together, the harder it will be for us to part.

At some point in the last two years Yen's back had grown enough to look up. It was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Mindful of Yen, who had a complicated look, Sui reworded.

"If you don't want to come back to North Mountain, you can always call me. I'll give you the address of the letter, so let me know if you need anything. Together we'll travel wherever you want. Anytime, let's take a trip till we get tired of it, okay? That's why you don't have to be patient."

"Yeah."

"... are you sure?

"I know, Sui. Thanks for everything."

Riding the Feilong, Yen stared at Sui's return to North Mountain until the sun went down..., no matter if it went down, all the time. Thought I'd never see you again.