The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Henrik Valevski's favorite hobby is playing violin.

Even if that performance isn't worth it.

Beautiful melodies without form temporarily make him forget all the slightness, because they make him forget.

I used to dream when I was a kid.

I just gave up my countenance to someone, and I get a violin in the city. Run from city to city making money from that day's performance.

Travel all over the continent, so...

It was always my mother's sad voice to interrupt me from playing with my thoughts.

"... Henrik, why do you play it on the left?

My mother praised it as a beautiful song when I played and showed it on the violin for my mother's birthday, then I said hesitantly.

Sword moves, eating, playing violin.

Left-handed Henrik is easier to do with his left hand. Exactly, I fixed the meal so that I could do it on the right because I also have manners, but only sword moves and violins were put back together because of my uncle's mistake.

"The truth is, even my mother is left-handed. I know you're sneaking embroidery to the left."

Saying to his uncle's squire, Stannis, as he murmured, the squire of the disrespected turned his eyes round.

"You didn't know that. I didn't know Master Yoanna was left-handed."

Stannis Saule, who is now in and out of the royal palace as a military school instructor, spoils Henrik as he has always been on his day off as "my poor boy".

I like Henrik for that time.

"Phew, do you know anything about your mother? Even though it's childhood friendly?

"Unfortunately, as a child, I didn't even get a chance to be very close to Master Yoanna. Childhood taming is an exaggeration. I only see you a few times a year."

Henrik laughed bitterly in his heart because Stannis denied it so lightly.

Maybe Joanna didn't hate Stannis when she was a girl, and my father, Count Judal, still feels resentful about it, and I've even seen him apply it to my mother.

"Isn't Henrik too nostalgic for Saule? I'm sure it's not his son!

I joke and my father is good, Joanna didn't talk to my father for a few days after that with an icy look. Henrik erupted as he observed himself in front of the mirror.

The thin lips, the slightly sleepy eyes, whatever Henrik looks like, besides the color flavor, give way to his father.

Henrik himself looked in the mirror so deep in the hole that he told Remilia, "Narcissist!" And where in this face that you cannot find, whether you look for it or retreat from it, is there an element of Stannis!

If so, I'd like you to tell me.

"I wish I had been born to your son."

"What?"

Break into Remilia's greenhouse as usual and fall asleep wherever you like.

Looking up at the samurai who came looking for him, Stannis made a dumb voice.

If I fell asleep on the ground, my clothes would get dirty, so I would laugh at you and look into your pale brown eyes. Henrik's eyes are blue.

Not at all like him.

"Then I could have walked into and out of this mansion with dignity."

"Totally, no matter how many years, do something stupid! You won't hesitate to come now! Besides, you wouldn't be so cute if you were my own son."

Stannis jokes and laughs, shaking and stroking his head.

When no one has eyes, I'm glad you treat me like a child.

Even if Stannis didn't bother denying it, Henrik knew.

But I'm a little disappointed.

My own father is Count Judal, who is no fool to that liquor or woman. I have no doubt.

Even though he thought it was ridiculous, Henrik even checked the records of Joanna's outing near October 10 before he was born and Stannis' army journal.

... the two of them, in the year in question, have not even been on the same land for a period of time.

Henrik was amazingly dismayed himself with the obvious facts in his eyes.

I wish I hadn't looked into it.

If I hadn't stuck with the truth, I could have seen it every once in a while like a stupid dream and distracted the loneliness. Henrik laughed and listened.

"Stannis, are you left-handed or something?

"No?"

Yeah, nod.

"Are there other left-handed people besides Vaza's people and their mothers?

"... I don't know about that... but Master Leshek is different."

You thought you'd hear something strange. Stannis's expression clouds.

It's nothing, Henrik stood up laughing.

Return to your room reserved for Vaza's mansion and whisk the violin as you wish. I feel comfortable that Remilia and Yuri will come and be like little concerts at some point.

For left-handers, violin.

This was a gift.

Some years ago, Francesca gave it to me, "Because I don't use it anymore".

Henrik sounded surprised.

"I don't (...) use it anymore (...), is it? Your Highness."

"Oh. I'm also originally left-handed - and so is my mother. I knew it was a lot of inconvenience, so I fixed it as a child."

Her Royal Highness Francesca laughed with an unsecured look, not like her.

"Your grandfather's family line has always been. It's my grandfather's violin."

"... of His Majesty before. … thank you for your valuable"

Henrik courteously thanked the princess with cold sweaty thoughts.

- I checked.

Like crazy, I checked.

Vaza's lineage is a family of doll-like figures with golden hair and watery eyes.

He died early, his grandfather, his grandmother who too suddenly put him in Vaza as his grandfather's late wife.

They also have vaza-specific water-colored eyes. My grandparents also said they had non-mixed, watery eyes.

And yet, how could..., only Joanna, be different?

Deep blue eyes.

- That occasionally mixes purple with the addition or subtraction of light. Just like the Queen.

Left-handed, mother.

- Queen Beatrice also says she used to be "yes".

Hey, Mother? What are you hiding?

What are you always scared of?

- Do you hate me because I... resemble someone you don't like?

Do you poke the answer or close your eyes?

Either way, it must be troublesome......

To forget the troublesome, Henrik plays the violin. Only then, because I can't think of anything.

At the end of a small concert, Yuri slaps his hand enthusiastically.

"My brother Henriku seems to be grabbing it!

"Really?

"When you're done, I'll make you my scumbag!

"Yuri! Where did you learn those busy words!

"Okay, hey, Kobu? Why don't you hire me as a scumbag?

"It's not a bump! Yuri. But, okay. Hey, I'll hire you!

Pugh, and swollen cheeks are adorable. Hold me up, hold me up.

Henrik put a lid on his thought. Better close your eyes. If anyone notices there, Henrik's crummy little boxyard will surely be taken away.

"When you're with Henrik, you calm down, just like Francesca, the air"

Sin snuffed as she unwillingly withheld her graduation exams and opened her materials in the library. Henrik kicked up that tibia to shut him up because he was so kidding.

"Ouch! I wonder why you kick it"

"Isn't it because the prince says he's kidding? I'm nothing like anyone else, the only one."

Sin was stunned by the arrogant narrative, and the second son of the Kirchner family, who was listening nearby, laughed.

"Somewhat similar, isn't it? It's my cousin."

"They don't look alike!

Strongly denied, Isaac Kirchner looked strange for a moment. Henrik stared back so as not to distract himself from the peeping eye as to whether there was anything.

Then plunge back into the chair to look as shallow and arrogant as you can.

"I'm nothing like anyone, I'm the only one who says I'm unique, right? So, Isaac Kirchner, why are you dealing with playbooks between graduation exams?

The boy, who had not given way to the beginning of the school year (including practical skills) and had never given way to enrollment at last, had a nasty smile that promptly relieved people of their vigilance.

"Hmm? I'm done to the good part of Kiri, so take a breath. Remilia wants to see a good book of plays, so I'm looking for it."

"... behave yourself to Remilia! That's still the Duke's Lady! You can afford it, Kirchner! Totally, angry"

Isaac laughed when he received the rounded paper without difficulty.

"It's not like I can afford it! You told me the guidelines were good. Well, Valevski. Fine, I just want to welcome Remilia."

Isaac doesn't even try to hide his fondness for that blurry Henrik cousin.

The Baron's second son looks great! I don't know who I am! And, Henrik is going to kick Isaac down with every thing, but even behavioral rectitude, academic excellence, and practical skills are right for him in about half a dragon tribe sin.

Besides, he was the son of the wealthiest chamber of commerce in the north. It's hard to get kicked off, but I'm angry.

"... deliveries to the Duchess? I'll take it next time I see you."

What emerged from the back of the library was Vincent Yunker, again angry that Henrik was hard to get out of school. Henrik is better at practice. Hardly.

"See you next time? Why? When?

"Secrets, I won't tell you. I'm not coming with you."

Hitting the lead on Isaac's question, Yunker further piled up the sleigh and material in front of Henrik.

"Valevski"

"... what the hell"

"Kirchner, who can afford it, will have some thoughts, but let's fight together here. Time is a waste."

"... right"

I'm also angry with Yunker, who returns from the West to have a slightly refreshing look, and then strangely rubs a letter on Remilia, but now I'm annoyed to put a lid on it to fulfill the defeat kirchner in the graduation exam.

The two headed to their desks and it was time to put on a sin that they had begun to get tired of studying.

"Sin, bring Isaac over there to play!

"Bring him around till sundown! Lots of them."

Singh chuckled at the way the two were doing.

"Fine! Something's wrong with you two getting along, and I'm gonna help you beat Isaac."

"Singh, are you betraying me?

"To betray. Sometimes Isaac says we should lose."

The half-dragon prince narrowed his left and right colored eyes and laughed at Isaac.

Then I find a stopped bird outside the window and laugh.

"Soon, it will be spring. And then we'll all be out of libraries and stuff like this?

Vincent grinned bitterly as he seemed to miss Himmy and Henrik snorted.

"I... I'm sorry, I won't have to see you guys from morning to night!

"Also, I say things that aren't cute like that!

Henrik remembers Sin's words earlier when he was accidentally followed and almost laughed. "I feel comfortable with Singh" because..., is it because he's comfortable with everyone?

Or.

... Is it because I feel something special close to him?

Henrik found Sin's beautiful purple eyes, and touched them, too.

Remiglia's water color and Sin's purple.

Which is this blue blue?

Without noticing Henrik's insides, Vincent laughed a little. Say it in a soft tone.

"I don't miss you, I guess I'd be lying. There's been a lot going on over the last four years."

"Right."

Isaac agrees, silence flows between the four.

Outside the window, looking at the young leaves scattered in the casual wind, Henrik decided to lid his thoughts again.

... Now, I don't think.

Because I want to be immersed in this, in the boxyard, in a soft world.

The season is about to change.

There was also a spring storm about to blow in the Wang capital.