The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

The military school graduation ceremony was held in a solemn atmosphere.

It was not the familiar school building where the young men to be celebrated for graduation lined up, but in the square of the Royal Palace, the somewhat nervous, facedown youths turned straight to the front--turning a blind eye to their master, Queen Beatrice, whom they should be speaking of for the rest of their lives.

Young people going to military schools have many wealthy civilians and noble children.

If you graduate, you will start your career from a higher rank than normal military personnel.

In other words, graduation ceremonies have a greater significance than school ceremonies because they are also debates of young people in charge of the country's hubs.

After four years of schooling, the teenager-end youth line up in an undisturbed movement to show off their sword moves, with delegates being awarded the knight title by the Queen.

It would be an unlikely honor to be awarded a direct medal even though it is a contemporary title but young from the Queen.

And even if it's just one of the hundred graduates.

"Isaac Kirchner"

Queen Beatrice, the lord of the kingdom of Cardina, quietly called the name of the youth.

The Knights of Kingsguard costume is a dark blue uniform. Feathered dark blue velvet cape with a long pure white dress peeking underneath.

There is a strange majesty in the queen who lowered her golden neckline over a crimson velvet hood. The queen put a sword on her shoulder as she approached the lightly advanced brunette youth.

"My knight. At all times, do not walk with ethics and honor, protect the weak, show allegiance to God and the royal family."

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The belly of the queen's sword shines in the sun, slapping the shoulder of a young man with his head hanging three times.

"Until now you are dead. —— From now on, live smart and strong as a public servant. Isaac."

The youth bowed their heads deeply to the Queen's words.

It would be inevitable that a moment of dear affection came to the queen's eyes.

Because the young man in front of me has known since he was born her belly son.

Raising the corner of his mouth for a moment, Beatrice returned to the face of the exchanger the next moment to congratulate the youth again.

"May this glory illuminate your path for life"

"Thank you"

Getting his own title, not that of the clan, Isaac Kirchner returned to the line of his peers.

Next to Queen Beatrice, a tall princess refrains from watching a series of rituals with a faint smile.

Princess Francesca was dressed in a woman's dress, as was her mother, rather than the men's dress she often preferred.

Flush the velvet cape onto your back without even tying your honey-colored beautiful golden hair over the woven cape.

There is nothing like taking a respectful gaze at the aspirations of the young people, who would sooner or later protect her surroundings, but also being particularly proud of them.

I'm just loosely flushing their gaze.

Many of the young people who now set foot in the aristocratic society from this day forward were exalted to have gained the status of defending an extremely beautiful and wise princess.

If she becomes queen, the supreme power in the military is queen.

Many rejoiced in the fact, but —— some of them were not, and those who gave more heart to the old royal family than the present royal family, or members of a clan belonging to a radical faction of the military, took their gaze off softly.

Different positions, until now they were learners together.

Until now.

Under the sky, the youth were unleashed.

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In the royal palace where the yang sank, the servants trained for this day were sewing between the dignitaries and the graduates of the military school who rushed to fill the hall.

A few aristocratic girls sitting at a table set in the back of the hall have no spare time for the rumors of the graduates.

At the heart of that topic, after all, they continued to talk about him as the little birds shrugged with the Isaac Kirchner "Viscount" warrant.

"Your father became a Viscount. It's amazing. You're in Her Majesty's belly!

"And rich! In the north, there are Kirchner mansions in every city. Awesome."

"He said he manipulates dragons better than anyone else. When Isaac visited the dragon stables, the dragons turned all together."

"I think I like my brother Dominic better than Isaac. Those in the military are scared after all."

One girl, well! and shook his head.

"I think Master Henrik could have been the chairman. You're tall, and you have a nice delicate face.... Most importantly, it's Vaza's family! Hey, Lady Remilia."

The slightly bittersweet breeze of sitting in the center of them dressed in colorful dresses was a golden-haired, somewhat small girl. She smiles as she finds the military school graduates beyond her gaze.

"Is it delicate? Maybe it's just hard!

"Master Remilia is very spicy."

Remilia Carol Vaza.

The beloved daughter of the old royal clan, the Duke of Kalisch, the lord of Vaza, rarely decorated her loosely knitted golden hair with white roses picked in the garden of her father, the Duke.

The fluffy, empty dress is coloured with beautiful embroidery like lace.

Remilia flaunted her shoulder to Henrik's frightening brunette girl.

"Henrik was very sorry, too. He said he looked cool, but he stayed up all night for three days before the final exam."

"Well!"

"I like Master Yunker. thoughtful and...... always cool and nice!

Apparently, the top graders have information going around among the noble ladies.

Sneaking the names of some top performers into his head, Remilia saw the young men smiling surrounded by adults in the hall.

Yes, I'm not a boy anymore.

"Come on, let's go chill them out even in their outfits. Uh, all the time."

"Marianne! Isn't the phrase abusive? But I want to go celebrate...... I also wanted to congratulate Isaac, he looks busy!

Marianne, sitting next to Remilia, sneaks in her ears, and Remilia also whispers back in the shadow with her fan spread.

It's a tradition to invite all graduates to the hall to celebrate that day after the military school graduation ceremony.

It is also a place for them to exchange words with leading nobles and their children and sell themselves in.

That's the same for young courtiers who still have no fiancée.

The young men who graduated from military school are impeccable candidates for bridegroom.

In the military, as long as you leave military school, and even if you are competent, you can emerge regardless of your qualifications.

Young people of inferior nobility and civilian origin cannot be invited to dance with the children of the inherently high nobility, but only today it was special.

The music starts to sound and several young men invite a group of ladies to dance, as they have decided to do.

Remilia was smiling and watching the girls to Eagle Deep, but she leaked the truth to Bozuri and her neighboring friend.

"I wish someone would invite me"

Marianne laughed.

"Isn't that impossible? It's about the usual mentz to have the courage to invite Vaza's son to the dance at best. But isn't this the place?

"It's boring...... I want you to come over there refreshed!

"Dr. Stannis will kill you."

Remilia laughed at Marianne's cloistering tone.

Indeed, Stannis Saulet, my uncle in law and a dragon-mixed... and then a teacher at a military school, plays several peculiar roles, is well overprotective against Remilia.

If my godson is going to disrespect his drowning niece in law, he's going to smile and stick it out of the walls.

The two girls returned to the cheer again, deflecting consciousness from the youth.

Remilia was out of sight. All today, the lead actor Isaac Kirchner had ended up saying hello while being taken around by the head of the military school.

As soon as the school director removes his seat, Singh, who was turning with him as a graduate today rather than as a royalty, chills next door to Isaac, who grins bitterly that he is tired.

"I've never seen it before, Isaac's Making Laugh"

"... I've never talked to a senior aristocrat like this, that's right! Help me, Sin. He said it was time to limit my facial expressions!

"Oh no, Zach's gonna get used to it anyway, right? Stay cold and sweaty while you can."

Sin puts out his tongue as he pelts.

It became just like the military gate, the Vaza faction and Kirchner, then the pro-queen.

Everyone smiled and was beautiful this evening, favoring Isaac, but Cardina was never a single rock, which was also an important thing I learned at military school.

In fact, only a few of the participants in the ceremony from the military and the unfamiliar National Church are assistants to the clergy, who do not hide their attitude with indifference.

Even Isaac, who, for the most part, had no qualms about what price steps would be taken under the smile of the participating nobles, was slightly cold sweating.

The Countess, who greeted me with Singh and the school director, well! and turned his eyes to the other side of the three with an exclamation.

"The Duke is here. I was reluctant last year... but this year we have Valevski."

At the end of the Countess's gaze was Rechek, the duke of Karishi in his dress, who had just followed him to the hall with his brother-in-law, Count Kaminsky.

Thirty should be nearly halfway, but not so much the same as when Isaac met him, and the Marquis, who retains his rigid beauty, nodded to Eagle Deep as usual to those gathering around him, only exchanging two or three words.

The Duke of Karish hates people---it is also an implicit understanding in the social world.

'But Father, it's been a long time! Really before! Always hiccups!

Remind me of Remilia, who was foolish during Sora's riding training for the dragon. Isaac feels only slightly more or less alittle.

My beloved daughter, the elusive Duke, is a woman, but she's a weirdo riding a dragon, and she knows people.

But —— he speaks to all faction humans without a hedge and is a friendly one..., plus the other day, he even built an interaction with the prince of the West. That's the sense of diplomacy conceded by my grandfather, popular among some nobles and civilians.

It also seems to be a popular reason for the princess's enthusiastic supporters of a singing princess (who was not a man's actor here also garnered their support) who loved civilian culture.

As for Isaac, I hope Remilia doesn't get very famous.

Serious and Rakuten. Weak, I think. But what I want to say is clear, I will never do anything that afflicts people.

I hope everyone doesn't like her any more, like the flowers that always bloom in the garden ahead of spring.

Probably not, though.

Beyond his gaze, the statue-like duke of beauty took his mouth off the glass and saw this one with the incredible eyes of the sky.

The duke, who rarely laughed and laughed in public when he thought that he was just over-conscious, had eyes.

Urged by the school director, Isaac was rushed to go to the Duke.

Singh laughed and said, waving back to Vincent and the others.

"My lord, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The Duke of Karish is faintly laughing and distracted by the unexpected look of the Duke, whose school director hates people.

The Duke smiled a little mischievously at the school director.

"Because of this, it doesn't extend to referrals. —— I know Sir Isaac very well."

Called his name with honor. Exactly Isaac blushed, and the Duke looked at it with great pleasure.

"Your Eminence, how have you been?"

"Because I used to come and visit with Prince Singh. He's been visiting our garden since he was a boy, and he's been wanting to rub you off the tower of the military academy one day."

The school director laughed happily at Leshek's jokes, but maybe that wasn't a joke.

Isaac secretly lowered his chest to make sure there was no Stannis Saulet around.

"I miss those days already.... Well, Isaac. It's been a long time —— it doesn't seem like much of a day has passed since we met in the West. Like you were the chairman?

"Yes."

"Wonderful, congratulations"

"... thank you, thank you!

The duke, who hates that person, smiles and talks for a long time and is directly lifelong......

Isaac was honestly pleased to gather a surprising gaze from around him.

"Let's celebrate, what do you want"

"... what can I ask you for?

"Kirchner! That's rude."

The Duke of Kalisch single-handedly controlled the short words of reprimand.

"I'm used to the disrespect of Isaac Kirchner. That's comforting to me. Don't block it."

"... ha"

Isaac thanked me, and then I missed my gaze.

—— Beyond my gaze is a girl with golden hair, totally obsessed with chatting with Marianne.

No, no more.

Maybe she's not a girl either. Like Isaac is not a boy.

To the wishes of the youth, the Duke laughed funny, "Whatever you want".

"Geez."

"I'm coming this way."

Remilia, huh? And I gave him my gaze.

With a deliberate wave of people -- as usual, it was Isaac, a young man at the heart of today's topic, who appeared with a smile without any feelings.

Marianne smiled funny and closed the fan tightly.

When Isaac Kirchner stopped his legs in front of the girls in his unmistakable footsteps, he only stared at the girl in the center and smiled.

"Be in a good mood for Lady Remilia."

Isaac bowed his head respectfully.

"Happy graduation today, Master Kirchner"

"Thank you, Master Remilia"

Remilia opened her mouth pompously as she was taken aback.

Marianne panicked, mouth! And I whispered, so I coughed and hurriedly closed. Isaac Kirchner offered his hand to the lady, only slightly facing aside.

"Aah!"

"Well!"

The girls screamed sharply and fixed their gaze on one of the main actors of the day, possibly the one in the hall, and the bazaar lady.

Regardless of the confused Remilia, Isaac Kirchner laughed prankily and hit his head, like this.

"As I proclaimed to Lady Remilia, because I was awarded a medal. I would love for you to keep your promise."

"Promise?"

After taking his hand reflexively, Remilia asked Oomu back.

Don't miss it, it is quickly and naturally pulled forward.

As if that were the signal, the music sounded, so Remilia decided to be escorted by Isaac.

The accusation made by the second son of the Viscount, albeit the Chairman, of the Duchess of Vaza closes his eyes.

"When I became president, you said dance, remember?

"Of course it is!

Remilia laughs and turns as Isaac takes her hand. Every time Remilia flicked lightly, it smelled fluffy and flowery, and Isaac nearly held his breath.

Honey-colored hair is sparklier and more dazzling than usual because of fragrance oil.

The air around Remilia is always so fluffy and sweet. So much so that I want to suffocate.

And tonight.

It's special for Isaac, though I'm sure it may just be one of those fun nights for Remilia.

Excellent, wealthy, etc. Isaac is only the "second son of the Viscount" among the nobles.

It took me four years just to get the right to invite her to a grand dance like this.

After the dance, Isaac smiled back at Remilia, who innocently said, "Isaac is a good dancer."

"-- When you become president, you get the title"

"I was watching you get your medal, Isaac! Amazing."

"Thank you Remilia. The title is delightful. Because I always wanted it. I wanted what I won myself, not the clan's, even one. I can't even tell Remilia what I want to tell her otherwise."

Remilia called it a day.

Isaac continued smiling.

"Because I will always remain the second son of the Kirchner family."

"… Isaac has always been Isaac. Nothing else. And you always say what you want to say, don't you?

"You're not, are you?

Few people, like Remilia, actually appreciate themselves as they are.

Say thank you and Isaac invited her to the dance again.

Grasp Remilia's hand just a little harder, depending on her pleasure.

"I've been patient to tell you"

I can see that Remilia becomes just so anxious.

I really think it would be easier for her to stay in the relationship until now. I also know that I am not seen with that kind of gaze.

But I'm sure the only time I can say it is now.

If I serve in the military, I don't know when I'll see Remilia next.

Isaac is not a clan, like Vincent or Henrik, if not her salvation, like Singh.

It's just, I'm going back to acquaintance.

Even though the song was ringing, for those few minutes it seemed as if it was silent.

At the same time as the last sound rang, Isaac gently took Remilia's hand and gently mouthed it at his fingertips.

"Remilia, I like you. Ever since I was a kid."