The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Stannis Saule got out of Vaza's mansion that evening in a discreet outfit.

I think if I put my hair down and put my hat deep in my eyes and put on my glasses, my impression would change. I don't think we can even confirm the face of a different person after the sun goes down.

Take off both your samurai and military uniforms and weave your jacket on a qualitative shirt, wearing pants of the same colour.

Would it look like a middle-class man or something, not manual labor?

In the guise of coming home from work, stepping into a liquor store where security was neither better nor worse off the Wang capital, he said, hey, with a sleepy looking face, his facial acquaintance waved from the table in the back.

A man with a face that looks harmless to humans and animals also sits at the table, even though he is somewhat caught in the swallowing face.

Stannis greeted her uncomfortably as the woman with him raised her face.

Amir Heitman.

A former Stannis colleague and now an up-and-coming playwright.

And occasionally, I also write fairy tales.

Stannis suppressed his temples when he remembered that fairy tale writers were meant to be the main business and that he wanted to give his children dreams or something.

"That's what you came for, and let's move to a private room!

Heitman guided the two into the back of the store looking softly at the silent lady and Stannis with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

The rice is lined up and the jocks are poured with liquor.

Did it not last, cheers, Heitman says, so Stannis stumbled in unexpectedly.

"What the hell?

"... Yeah, and... back safely from the West, congratulations, or something?

"It's been a month."

Poisoned, Heitman let his gaze swim.

"Well... here's to your godchildren's graduation,"

Stannis raised the jock high, saying it was good.

"Cheers. To my lovely godchildren.... and to your son, Lady"

A woman raised her gaze for the first time.

When Joanna looked at Stannis with blue eyes the same color as her son, she unexpectedly raised the jock with one hand.

"Thank you. I always appreciate you keeping an eye on that kid. Stannis."

"None."

Keh, enduring wanting to tongue, Stannis stirs the jock.

The other day, during a visit to Joanna's place with Remilia, she struck Stannis in the ear with Boso.

"Amir Heitman"

and.

Joanna is a Shinji family.

of art… I am particularly passionate about the development of literary and artistic relations.

I'm close to Heightman on that edge.... So while I don't like it, Stannis contacted Heightman, who I used to be familiar with, immediately that night.

Heitman himself sounded confused and sent a message saying, "Countess Judal wants to see you alone."

I don't have anything to talk about alone with Joanna, but I'm definitely very concerned about what happened the other day.

I had no choice but to sneak in and come to the store.

"You said it alone, so I came hoping. I'm so excited to have you out of the way, Master Yoanna."

"I'm just anxious, Mr. Heitman followed me."

"I see."

He wears qualitative clothes and is discreet, but Yoanna's waist is invisible to the civilian population.

The sawdust stood out.

But if I could, I'd like to talk to you, both of you.

"I don't like it."

Whether it's Joanna's personal stupidity or her consultation, getting involved seems very annoying.

I wrinkle between my eyebrows and respond instantly, but unexpectedly Joanna was not frightened. It's unusual for her to always be frightened of something. I said it with the look of Heitman chewing up the bitter bug.

"Lady's in trouble, isn't she? Ask him because it's about his family..."

Ugh, while Stannis stirred up another bite of the jock.

Heitman went out of the room distracted, so Stannis, sighing, sat back in the chair.

There are many things against Joanna that piss me off personally about Henrik, but the truth is, Stannis is nothing to Henrik.

My uncle in law, my teacher, I would also be able to apply a name that I would be forced to say so, but maybe it's self-satisfying. So I have no right to blame the real parent Joanna...

"The other day, I'm sorry about the Count. Work disrespect for you."

"That's enough, lady."

Joanna grinned bitterly as Stannis told others how to behave.

"Please, Yue. I was wondering if you could talk as comfortably as you used to. My shoulders are stiff."

Stannis was called by his old name and jumped up his eyebrows.

Yue.

The name of the dragon clan, which means the moon, doesn't want to be called, in fact.

Because it's a name taken up by the Vazas. I would never call Leshek to know how, and the one I prefer to use is about Theseus or Yen, my own mentor.

... I can still tell if I'm called by my dead predecessors Count Kaminski and Yuzef, but from Yoanna, I've never been called that way.

"... don't call me that on my own. You've never called me by that name.... What do you want?

In a grumpy manner, Joanna smiled somewhere nostalgic.

"I wanted to call you once. Beautiful name. I thought it was nice."

"Thanks for that!

"... I used to say insensitive things and irritate you. You've been so patient."

"Because when I piss you off, your neck tightens. Even I spared my life."

Joanna is Vaza's daughter, and as a girl, she was much more shy than she is now.

I have no impression other than a big, sweet girl who likes to read books. Now I have a strong impression that I'm smiling after the late Duchess of Vaza. I also feel like the princess in the deep window has been asking the Stannis opponent a lot of innocent and insensitive questions.

So, by no means did Stannis like it when she let go.

Though there was vanity in feeling comfortable with the praiseworthy gaze from the beautiful girl, the frustration was stronger.

Maybe I was jealous.

She doesn't know anything, she doesn't get dirty, she sees all the beautiful things and she lives.

Angrily jealous, I regretted it.

I remember that Stannis did have a time when he was about to be appreciated like such a "beautiful woman" stallion, and it was terribly offensive.

"I liked you. Wasn't it your first love?

"You say it like some other HR."

"... something too old"

"So? You didn't call me here to date memorabilia, did you?

Joanna looked straight at Stannis. Blue eyes are not vaza-specific water colors.

Darker blue. When you receive the scarlet light of the tavern, rather than blue......

"I want to talk about old times. Please, you're the only one. Please, listen."

They hold the hand that was on the table.

Stannis had no choice but to nod when he saw his shitty eyes mixed with fear and determination.

"When I was a girl, I liked you. He was a princess who liked to read books, so he played with all kinds of fantasies. You were perfect for the childish love of my childish fantasy. A boy who draws the blood of a mysterious dragon clan, strong, resolute, and doesn't even peek into someone's complexion. Even the mean Catagina won't neglect you...... There were no other kids around the same age... Truth be told, I must be some dragon tribe kid, and one day, I'll be a tremendous sword user like you and fight cool on the battlefield..."

"I don't know about battlefields."

"Yeah, it's not where humans go. Terrible, the place.... but I admired it without knowing anything. That's when."

Joanna held Stannis' hand.

Are you unconscious, your nails eat in?

Stannis frowned, but made the woman like it.

... Someone tells me I shouldn't ask... I should ask, and on the other hand someone whispers.

I had an affair with Stannis.

Joanna was delighted.

I sewed all kinds of embroidery for Stannis in preparation for my next reunion.

The girl I tend to dream of, though I don't feel much liked right now, that if I lived with her, she would surely be nice to me.

Now that I think about it, I didn't like Stannis.

My husband who draws Dragon blood. What a lovely situation, and I was intoxicated by the situation.

Maybe we can take the dragon for a walk at night. How lovely would it be for Joanna to have a son or daughter with golden eyes in her father's concession?

Without knowing how Stannis was taken over by Vaza, he had an ugly delusion.

His father was killed by the royal family. He saw the end of the line nearby.

You were deprived of all your freedom and enslaved by Vaza with a collar. Plus, it is appreciated as the seed horse of a stupid woman. How humiliating that was for him, for Joanna, who grew up surrounded by greenhouse flowers, was completely unthinkable.

So Joanna was uncommonly outraged by Malaya Bayesia's engagement to Stannis and the resigned king's strong opposition.

They seemed like villains interrupting the perfect gaga story.

The previous king was a nasty man.

Always when I go to say hello to the royal palace, I talk to Yoanna more than I need to and ask her how it goes.

Observed.

When he liked Vaza's woman and heard she was going to get her hands on it, her disgust grew even more.

Katagina doesn't speak, but her eldest sister must have had a relationship with the king.

Perhaps he had caged the king in beauty and calculated to get the crown of the queen.

Joanna was frightened.

In the first place, Joanna's mother, as the king's late wife's maid of honor, served on his side. On the side of Vaza, she was a quiet and beautiful woman, not so tall but with golden hair and watery eyes. I was delusional that there was no such thing as saying what if the king had his eyes on his mother and tried to "comfort" Joanna, who resembled her... I felt chilly.

Nasty, evil, old man whose daughter Beatrice took her throne.

Joanna hated him.

So I went to Malaya Bayesia to protest about the engagement breakdown with Stannis..., saw the former king there..., trembling but protesting.

"I told you."

"... what?

"'You don't like how I can be burned by a young, strong man, do you? I won't be your grandfather's concubine!'..."

Stannis is so brave.

"Stannis, do you remember the former king?

"Of course.... one day, I wanted to kill you"

With Joanna's crying face, she laughs.

"Me too, I hated it. Without that man, I would have been the princess of Vaza! Just like Catagina, I was thinking stupid things. So I stuffed the former king with emotion."

The previous king, who had heard Joanna's awkwardness, laughed with Niyaniya and said that he could not enjoy himself at last.

Then he thrust Malaya, who stops him, and strained Joanna's cheek to fall into the floor, slamming a dagger into Joanna's throat, who cries at the loss of words.

And he took off his clothes and laughed.

Wrinkles between Stannis's eyebrows.

"... impossibly, there is nothing to talk about. The memory of such a bastard needs to be spoken by you..."

Joanna shook her head, laughing.

"I haven't been offended. That would have been better though. Now, I think."

"... Yoanna?

Joanna unbuttoned her chest.

Don't run away from Stannis trying to escape, please, beg him.

"I don't want to seduce you. I just want you to see it!

Quickly taking off her shirt on her upper body, Yoanna showed her left shoulder.

There's a little mole like a wolf.

They also look like burn marks......

"It's also in Henrik.... in her case, below her left hip, like her glutes."

Nobles do not show their skin to others.

I wouldn't make an extra look if I were a lower body.

"I cursed her since she was a little girl. It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing, you can't show it to anyone, it's... it's an embarrassing sign."

Stannis was silent and sat down in front of Joanna.

"... the former king held my shoulder down and laughed and said,"

Stupid daughter. Looks just like your mother.

Just beautiful, dreamy, mindless, stupid woman!

And I just say, look, I said shirt.

... Here, I have the same mole as you.

Look, it's exactly the same shape, isn't it?... It's a mole that often comes out to us.

On the chest of the previous king was the same form of bruising as Joanna.

Thus, the predecessor king whispered, low, as he cleverly handled the dagger with his left hand.

Stupid girl, listen to me.

You will not bear the dragons. [M]

That would stand in the way of Beatrice's reign......, okay? Give it up.

You will find a young man who is beautiful and just beautiful.

I made you, as my responsibility.

Joanna cried and lost consciousness on the spot.

... In the hustle and bustle of the tavern, Stannis turned to me.

Drop your gaze into your own hand gripped with Joanna's trembling left hand.

Stannis remembered blurring.

With that said, Joanna is also left-handed. The only one in the clan. So is my son Henrik, yes.

The habit was badly disliked by Joanna and made her correct except for swordsmanship and violin......

………

My spine gets colder remembering Queen Beatrice signing on the left.

To Stannis, who swallowed his spit, Joanna shrugged.

"If I'm known, I'm in trouble. He's in trouble for standing out. Because it kills me. If anyone finds out, I'm sure my precious girl will be killed! Yet Malaya Bayesia is about to reveal that at the same time as Henrik's graduation!

"... Yoanna"

"You don't have to be glorious, mediocre, stupid. Yes, I wish for myself. Too, all the time, I've broken my son's heart. Still, if only you'd stay alive, if you wouldn't get involved in everything. I'm glad to hear that!... Please, please, Stannis. Please protect my son. Get the evidence back from Malaya."

Joanna wasn't crying.

Just lit by scarlet lights...... blue eyes in different colors.

As purple eyes soaked......, I was looking up at Stannis.