The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Apparently, a woman and her husband named Daughter, whom the present King of the West has made to give birth to a pet, used to attend this oasis.

To the clergy of the national church in Cardina that Ethica was taken care of, yes.

The cleric said he was the handler because he had been invited by the king at the royal palace to teach the Cardinal religion.

"Have you taught the King of the West the religion of Cardina? Why?"

"It's not uncommon. There will be less than 10% of the people who serve the Great God, because religion is free in this country as long as taxes are paid. So royalty learns its doctrine as knowledge. What about in Cardina?

"I don't know now, but you're done with cults."

Ethica smiled bitterly at Yen's words as to whether he was cult or not. Though it was strange that Yen's feeling was that the gods he believed in in in the country were different. That would be the cultural difference in the country.

Anyway, it seems that Ethica and the couple, who know each other, have been on assignment as governors of the nearby city of Oasis and have come to greet each other at random.

"I just came to say hello, so I don't know if I'll ever see you again, I guess..."

I had a slight anxiety about the strangely unconfidential words of Ethica, but the hunch was soon to be centered.

"Are you here again?"

"I don't want to be disturbed."

"No one is happy."

Sahel appeared three times in a month or so that she was the daughter of the King of the West.

She woke up oddly old and smelly when she noticed Yen as she lay badly on the chapel bench. Last time, the couple visited and went home for tea with Ethica, but before that, Sahel visited by herself and talked to Ethica, shook up Kiri, and had returned at some point.

Do western royalty have free time? and tongue-in-cheek Yen decided to ignore her and clean the chapel.

Carefully sweep the sand entering through poorly erected windows and wipe it with a cloth. When I was satisfied with the cleaning with the hand I was used to, I heard an unconscious applause from behind me.

"You're handy. Does the Dragon Clan also have cleaning powers?

"I'm just good at what I do. If you're free, will you wipe it with me?"

Returning it appropriately to the voice to be teared up, he relaxed and refused.

"That's not the kind of job I should be doing. But I was surprised. I thought you were about free rice with the goodness of an Ethican, but surprisingly, you're a worker, young man."

"The roots are serious. I will return the favor of my stay.... So? What are you doing here if you're not even called? Are you free?

As she approached the woman lying in the bench and looking at her, she peered in from the top, laughing and grabbing Yen's chest. I have a palate lip close enough to touch my lips.

"When I came to visit my old friend's house, I was tempted because the man of my choice seemed free"

……

"Aren't you happy? A woman in a position says she can do it with her eyes open."

"I'm not free, and you don't like it. Go back to the pavilion master."

The princess laughed more and more pleasantly as she put a wrinkle between her eyebrows and stopped saluting her.

"You have no greed. I'm a prone woman, aren't I? I wish I could properly seduce you to play."

"I played with you a few times, so? Your pawnshop will tie you up? That's not the right thing to do."

Throw it away, take Sahel's hand and make him stand.

"Will you let me stand? That's kind of you, Yen."

"No, I want to wipe the dust from where you were sitting."

To put it bluntly, Sahel was struck by a boulder.

"Dust...... can't you say anything else"

"Cleaning is so much more fun than playing word with you"

When I say it off, Ahaha and the woman laugh and sit back in the bench again.

"No matter who I play with, Iss fans won't get mad. He's my son-in-law, so he's in a weak position."

Sahel is the drowning daughter of the Western King, and Isfan seems to be a sideline royalty.

You think it's a political marriage where the King of the West gave up a brilliant but goldless royal youth to his backless daughter? This was an explanation for the rumor-loving people of Oasis, but indeed, from what I can tell, Isfan and Sahel seemed to have a stronger position in Sahel.

"I'm actually wondering if Ethica would be my subordinate if I dictated you. Yen. Wouldn't you like to be my knight? I'm gonna bounce the paycheck."

"Thank you. I'll consider it, princess... Why would you want an Ethica for Tice's royalty? Can the royal family keep the heathen by your side?

"You won't deprive your men of their faith. Whatever you believe, Tice is free."

(The people of Oasis do not have taxes, etc.) In the West (Tice), religion is free as long as they fulfill their obligation to pay taxes in their own country.

"- It would be nice to keep him on your side, wouldn't it? I was going to hire him to do it nearby because I was on duty, and if you ask, he said he was also seriously ill, and he would be lonely by himself... I feel like I'm having fun with you guys, and I'm kind of hungry."

Speaking of unsolicited things, Sahel stretches out her back greatly and turns back her heels as she stretches out.

"Well, fine! Tell Ethica I said hello. There's been a lot of noise around here lately, and I need you to come over here."

Trying to leave the chapel, Sahel noticed a girl staring at herself.

Kiri is holding her eyes up with her hands on her hips with a fluffy face,

"Hey, Kiri. You came to see me off? Glad to hear it."

"Who! You were here again. Oh. Go home now. Then don't get tangled up in Ethica or Yen."

Sahel chuckled and let the girl's hair cuddle her fingers and embrace the reluctant girl.

"Don't be angry. Don't be angry. You ruined your pretty face, didn't you?... Kiri is a happy man, let two good men serve him."

"Both because of me. Don't touch me on your own!

"Well, that was bad, Kiri. Let's do some sugar candy to apologize, come on."

"Really? Yay!

Easily fed, eating Kiri's back, he said, "When did you become yours till me?," Yen blurred, glancing sideways.

"Ethica, don't let me deal with you either. Enjoy Master Sahel..."

It's time for Ethica to face out of the shadows.

"Hi, I don't like that one... for a long time, I don't know if I'd say it would be strangely pushed off"

"Don't feel like you know that."

When Yen laughed, Ethica would, he nodded in tannic terms.

"The knight's invitation is fascinating, but I guess I mean it"

"Yen?"

"... it won't be a good idea to take care of you forever. There's nothing else I can do."

Ethica narrowed her eyes.

"That won't happen. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, everything."

"I guess it's because you guys are too talented!

Yen looked up to the ceiling unexpectedly.

Both Ethica and Kiri are often taken on by strangely serious Yen because they are not enthusiastic about chores in general. Not to mention I even repaired my broken Kiri's clothes, and what am I aiming for? and distressing days. Ethica turned the day after tomorrow.

"Uh, sorry... I'll make breakfast properly too..."

"Do it, I'll eat you even if it doesn't taste good"

"Yen, you're not eating breakfast."

"It's a pain in the ass. If you make it, I'll eat it. Maybe."

"Well, I will..."

It's odd to reflect correctly at the fold. Yen laughed at Kiri's departure.

"Kiri... said she would marry you when she grew up. She said she was gonna have your baby."

"Huh!! Huh!? What's the kid saying?"

"Good for you, colored man"

"Silly!! I'm a priest, and Kiri's my daughter!... Totally, I grew it the wrong way!

Yen looked slightly at the reaction as predicted.

"That's good. He chose me to be the most beautiful man in the world. Good for you, huh?

"Shut up, bandit..."

Yen remembered what Kiri was saying as he watched Ethica wrinkle between his brows.

One day, Ethica here will be gone.

Still, Kiri thinks about what happened at a young age.

Yen feels like something that is successful and badly dazzling.

Ethica looked up at the statue of the goddess when she sat in the bench telling him to do it.

"You'll soon forget it because it's about the child... but I, I'm sure, will cry when Kiri goes to my wife"

"You're crying."

"I'll cry when you go to your son-in-law, Yen."

"Say silly."

Yen shrugged and kicked Ethica's tibia with his right leg. Hey! I laugh with my nose as I raise my voice.

"I'm not proud of you, but I'm hated by the woman of my choice. A curse, I guess."

My husband's concubine, who served with an innocent cleric. Then a samurai with a young princess. The pale thoughts did not reach them.

Even if a woman invites me to play, I've never really faced anyone.

"You're not proud of it, that. What were they like?"

"Tall, beautiful hair, strong woman. It's easy to understand, isn't it? Everyone shook me up."

I hope you find someone. Ethica turned a slight laughing gaze forward.

The side looking up to the statue of the goddess is calm. As usual.

"I'm not coming to Sahel."

"Yeah?"

"You're free to do it, Yen. You can be a knight, you can stay here, you can come home if you don't like Lord Sahel's men... Maybe not all the time, but I can't promise, but... I'll stay here as long as I can."

Though I may not be able to grasp the future I draw. Not now, stay like this.

"Oh."

"All the time, unchanged"

And just a little bit.

"... oh"

Poorly erected, wooden windows stir in the wind to open up momentum.

A brightly colored blue bird flying from somewhere rests her temporarily feathers with thin branches, chirping with a bright voice.

When Yen casually moves his gaze on the little bird, the little bird escapes his gaze and wings like an illusion... ‬

Left only the feathers, assimilated to the blue sky, disappeared. ‬

- It was clear that day.

Yen had gone shopping for Kiri and the adjacent oasis as usual. Kiri is in a good mood holding soft bread in both hands.

"I know. The truth is, Ethica likes soft bread. I eat hard bread all the time!... I wonder if I'd be happy."

"You'd be happy to give me anything, Ethica."

"I guess so."

"I'm sure."

Back home, Kiri calls his name out loud.

"I'm home! Etica!"

……

As soon as I stepped in, Zawali ran on Yen's spine, and nervousness.

Something is uncomfortable.

... uncomfortable? Signs?

No, no, no. This...

Behind my brain, the sight of a snow day floats.

Still soft, sinks into white snow......

Massive paint on the Zhu - beautiful, my mother's......

"Kiri!!

Kiri trembles on her shoulder when Yen shouts out loud.

Of the chapel, always in the place where Ethica is - the door that is always tightly closed is somehow half-opened.

"What's wrong, Yen?"

"Kiri, stay here"

Drifting, Yen said in a cold voice to the scent of blood.

Close your eyes and breathe, sliding yourself into the chapel.

Ethica was in his favorite place.

Sitting in a bench looking up at the statue of the goddess as usual, my gaze drifts through the blurry void......

The usual difference is that the statue of the goddess he mercies is not there.

Not only that, but a whole set of altars… are all being taken away.

"... of the bandits..."

Yen bit his lip.

When I first came here, didn't I try to steal the statue of the goddess?

Didn't you want to turn it into gold?

Didn't you feel it was old, worthwhile?

(Many opposition parties these days)

Why, when Sahel uttered it, did not intend to draw Ethica's attention?

My legs shudder at my regrets and anger at myself for ever leaving. Standing in front of Ethica to be manipulated by the yarn, Ethica moved slowly… closed her lid and slowly opened it again.

Xiyang plugs in through the window and illuminates Yen. The sound of water wrapped around Yen's shoe, which came out one step earlier with his lips at war.

... too much bleeding from the torn belly.

Ethica smiled at Yen, who nearly reached for Ethica's chest seeping with blood.

"... oh, wait, I did"

"Ethica, stop talking, that's enough. 'Cause it's okay."

Ethica says in a thin voice.

One black eye is losing light, staring at 'Yen'.

"Great God, my God. I've been waiting for you..."

"Ethica?"

"Ever......"

Yen lost his words, and his wrath, which he had no place to do, was bitten to death.

Golden hair, brown skin. Golden eyes.

Ever since I was in Cardina, that's what I've been told.

Legendary, Yen says he looks just like the Great God.

Even though it's not God.

In a mockery mix, that's what they've been saying.

I'm just a human being without any power.

... just look at me, as if I were God.

"This, let me tell you, before you go..."

Good, that. Ethica's voiceless spins.

I found Kiri behind it. The girl is shaking without a voice. Yen grabbed his wet finger with Ethica's blood as he killed his anger.

No, I'm not a god.

It's not your god. He's just a human being in your house.

You betrayed me at the end of the day! Now!!

You want to see something that's not me too!!

That would be too cowardly!

Push and kill the urge to scream, Yen forced, smile.

I looked down quietly at Ethica.

"... my compatriots. Take the dark road. Dark, narrow roads… it is at the end of them that there is truth"

Talk quietly about a passage of doctrine. Keep your voice from trembling. Slowly.

Ethica grips her finger back satisfactorily.

Yen... Once upon a time, Yenjay boy wanted to be a priest.

Quietly dialogue with God, merciful of people, even in poor life, leaning on someone and living selflessly.

I was hoping I could live that way.

I'm sure it is.

Like him.

"No, I don't want to, Ethica! I don't like this!!! It's terrible."

Kiri cries.

Etica closes her eyes with a smile on her face and Yen bites her back teeth.

... If Ethica passes away only because she needs God by mistake of Yen as God, it will only be a dogma to do the part.

"My God. Please."

Ethica said.

"With a kiri, please. Important..."

"Okay."

Ethica exhales as if relieved.

Etica looked up at Yen with her eyes as she was losing light, with a clear grin.

"... tell him, too"

As usual, Ethica laughs.

"Well, have some breakfast... please"

"... eh"

My lips take the form of a laugh.

But never again. He didn't call Yen by his name.

Power falls out of my fingers.

"Uh-huh!

Yen stuck to Ethica's lap and cried without a voice.

Stupid.

Stupid bastard.

Don't worry about me till the end!

You really are an unsaveable fool. [M]

"... etika... Huh!!

When Yen was screaming without a voice, the outside was getting noisy with Russia.

Turning around, several men stood there laughing.

"What? I thought it was just the clergyman."

Yen gives you a cursory face. They were lowering their hips with prey (bumps) incompatible with the wind.

Calmly grasp the number and power of men with a cold core head.

Eight. Plus, probably, hand-worked.

Usually, it's not something I can fathom on my own.

"Kids are pretty smart, too. Capture them and sell them."

"Do men kill?

Yen draws a shivering Kiri, hugs her and slaps her back with a ton to make her sleep.

Don't let her see any more tragedies.

As he stood loose with Kiri lying gently on the ground, the man who had pulled the knife opened his eyes gently and whistled in an upbeat mood.

Approaching Yen in the round hips, he peeks into both eyes with a blade against his neck muscle.

"Wait, wait, don't kill me. This guy smells like gold, too! This guy's got golden eyes. Great. The Dragon Mix can be sold at a high price..."

When a man deserves Yen, besides, he does a tongue lick.

"A little younger would have sold for double the price, but that's a shame.... but hey. Look at this honey-colored hair."

"Fool, don't give me weird colors, you creep. No."

"It's my job... I don't know if it's for sale or if I have to look everywhere"

Hihi, the big man who laughed grabs Yen's hair. A boneless finger strokes a nod.

... Speaking of which, I sold my hair only a few months ago.

To buy you two a small treat.

The man pulled the irresistible Yen down to the floor and laughed humbly as he rode the horse.

"Be a good girl, Miss (...) Chi (...)! (...) Oh, my God, if you make a big deal..."

The man never spinned a word until the end.

Yen pulls the dagger out of his chest as he unmoved kicks up the body of a man who has lost power.

"... Isn't it too soon to end? I'm bored."

When they laughed spirally and looked at the other men as they bathed in blood, they pulled the sword out of their hips one after the other while pounding their tongues.

"... you guys are gonna keep us entertained a little longer, aren't you?... you know what?

Take the long sword from the fallen corpse and confront the men.

Both eyes are... hot as they burn and feel like blood rolls.

"I'll give you as much pain as I can give you..."

The men, in Yen's eyes, were visibly frightened.

One eye, which was empty until earlier, is burning golden. Golden eyes are a testament to the dragon clan.

If those eyes are gold, it's... one, must be...

The tragedy unfolded until sundown, in just a few moments.

That sounds terrible.

Upon being contacted by private soldiers, Oasis City Lords Ice fans blushed at the smell of blood they could stand in.

When I give my men a lantern, they step into a chapel overflowing with death odors.

My men, fierce warriors, accidentally glanced at a number of illuminated corpses as they stepped in.

"How many were there? I don't know."

The chair fan also glances forward at the scattered parts (...). Men who used to be people are dumped all over the place like rubbish.

"No."

In a low, sweet voice, my men tremble on my shoulders.

It was the young man who was in front of the chapel altar who opened his mouth. My men were short and screamed "hi".

For the most part, I also saw the Lord of Voices as if untouched chair fans had been played.

I knew he was a beautiful young man drawing Dragon blood, but I thought that was all.

But the young man, who stood idly by without even trying to wipe his stubborn blood, behaved as if he were the use of the kingdom of roots.

Beautiful, hard, quiet......

"That's not a person. I wasn't a person. So I made him what he deserved."

The sweet voice emitted with a slight distortion of the edge of the mouth is like a shrine.

Did you feel that? and listening to his men tongue, Isfan admitted the brunette man lying quietly in front of the youth.

Etika......

Isfans move to get closer to their acquaintances.

"My lord, there is a danger!

"Don't touch it!

It was at the same time that my men and youth shouted. The chair fan takes out his hand scarf and wipes the blood on his cheek as he approaches Ethica, regardless. Yen's eyes swayed.

"... he'll be fine. The smell of blood. Not to mention I don't think I want you or Kiri to look bloody."

The young man warped his lips.

Slowly opening his closed eyes again, one eye returns to his own empty eyes.

The young man, who returned to people as if something had peeled off, collapses and kneels.

He has a number of wounds himself. It shouldn't be all the blood of a bandit that colors itself.

Yen squeezes out the words, keeping his hands on the floor.

"Ethica hasn't been around long."

"Right."

"But not today."

……

Eat up your teeth and groan like a beast.

"Today, it wasn't, it's supposed to be!

Isfan shut up and held up the girl who was still losing her mind.

Gentle so that the crying of the youth does not wake the toddler in his dreams, blocking his ears.

"Today..."

A silver moon plugging in unmercifully cleaves the back of a crying young man.

The red-blooded statue of the goddess watched the faithful with a smile of mercy.