The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

41  Chapter 41
I rolled my eyes while keeping Yuric's embarrassed appearance showing off his dagger skills.
Suddenly, I remember how Dietrich taught me how to shake with a rattle with a rising sword.
'The guys called my brother tell my younger brother how to silently deal with enemies!'
I wanted to reject it with open displeasure, but Yuric was shining brightly as if he was really happy, so I was forced to swallow a horse.
'I need to get a moral book and read it."
No matter how sweet and open Yuric is, she realized once again the set value of a villain's dream tree.
"Now let's go see what you want to buy. What do you want to have?"
"Look."
"... Lottery ticket?"
"Oh, look."
I took out a coin that had been stored in a one-piece pocket to Yuric, who frowned a little in my eyes as if I couldn't believe what I was saying.
"What are you doing with a lottery ticket?"
"Life is short!"
"Huh?"
"Life is so short, Yuri. Let's see what we're doing."
"You really don't feel like a baby sometimes."
'I don't think you're like a kid.'
I laughed at Yuric's words and opened my arms to hug him.
After picking me up, Yuric started walking around the square, not knowing where to sell lottery tickets.
'There must be a lottery ticket issued by the imperial family.'
The imperial family of Balière, who was unable to intervene in the fight between Lagrange and Euclid, had a presence that was not comparable to Paris.
'I'm glad if there's only presence.'
Empire Bernoulli had no control over the large Lagrang Province and Euclid.
Holes that might come out of money are stolen by criminal duchess, and they even issue lottery tickets to cover the scarce finances.
'If I buy a lottery, I should buy one for Dietrich.'
Do you know where a younger sister who takes care of his brother is common.  I don't even have Dietrich, but I groaned alone and grimaced my nose.
Veronica seems to think that Dietrich has the money, but in reality it was not.
Because the funds of the candidates for successors were a kind of labor cost from the Earth where the Grand Duke entrusted the management to each one.
'I'm so polite to the subject of a large nobility.'
I grumbled only inside.  Unsurprisingly, Derek gave Dietrich a field for harvesting grain, a mine for jewels, and a place where there was no corner to become a tourist destination.
"Aren't there regular stores?"
No matter how much I look around the shopping street, Yuric mumbles beside me when I can't see a place selling lottery tickets.
"Where do I go to buy a lottery ticket here?"
"Well. I'd have to go to a gambling house in Saint-Dena district."
'Are you Mad?'
That's the name I've heard of.
Yuric and I were young children by all means, so the uncle caught yuric and me said as if we were very suspicious.
"But Saint Dena is dangerous for kids to go. "
"Oh, well, thank you for letting me know."
Lagrange estates, wherever you go, it wouldn't be as dangerous as Lagrange castles.
As if Yuric had a similar idea, I shrugged rather than frightened at what he said.
"Now I don't have anything for it, you can go."
While trying hard to do engineering, the attitude of raising his chin was not a good match.
The uncle frowned as if it was a little unpleasant, but he disappeared without a clue as if he noticed that Yuric was a nobleman.
'Well.  It was a country with a status system.'
Confucian thoughts that settled in me flutter to an adult, wanting to scold Yuric, saying what it is.
'If it had been Dietrich, I wouldn't have done engineering school.'
I had never seen Dietrich perform engineering on anyone except Derek Lagrange.
"Then, should I go to Saint-Dena?"
Hearing the warning that it was dangerous, Yuric took a step to Saint-Dena without hesitation.
In the meantime, the sun sets little by little, and the sunset falls through the alleys.  While being held by Yuric, I reached out with a reddish gray wall.
"Glass."
"Huh."
"Sister."
"I am an older brother. Not an older sister, but an older brother."
"No! There's my sister, Ether."
Yuric turns his head in the direction I'm pointing with my hand.
From a distance, it was Ginga Mina, but Veronica was right.
She was strangling the man lying down in front of her chair and her flag with a whip in her hand.
'...….What day is it today?'
No matter how good they are and how good they look, they will remind me that their essence is a villain.
'Can fifteen girls go with the whip so well?'
Since there is no detailed description of Veronica, I now know that her weapon was a whip.
"Well, I'm wrong! Veronica! I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, I did it wrong. Who said I didn't do it wrong?"
Veronica squeezed the head of a crying and raining man, an adult man who apparently looks ten years older than her.
"I know, it's punishing you. I guess my head is not working well."
The man screams and wriggles as Veronica squeezes the cheeks with his heels.  She then went further and grabbed her hand, grabbing her whip.
"Ahh!"
"I told Derek Lagrange that I could see the shadows, and you were the one."
"Ahhhhhh! Veronica! I am your uncle!"
"No one in the North knows that the Lagrange family wants to monopolize the devil. So you couldn't have known."
Veronica laughed as though he was talking coldly.  I thought it was beautiful rather than scary.  Even dragging blood-stained shoes to the ground was a perfect villain, so I was a little admired.
"Why is She doing that over there again?"
Yuric, watching Veronica, sighs.  As if trying to avoid her, I turned her back lightly and jumped out of his arms.
"Get hurt! Be careful."
"I've gotten the sewage." (I can do it.)
I ran a dodo to Veronica before Yuric lifted me back.  It was a guy who ran with my short legs, but fortunately Yuric didn't catch me.
"Hook!"
Veronica, who was concentrating on bullying the man, couldn't hear me.  She grabbed a man's fate that seemed distracted.
"My mom didn't want me to go to Lagrange! My whole family died because of you!"
No matter how much she yelled, the man who had already passed out could not respond.
"Is the money and land you received from selling your sister's life?"
I stared blankly at Veronica's bright red aura slowly turning blue.  Her heat that wrapped her around her was getting blue paint in her mist, but she was still smiling as if painted.
" Sister....."
Veronica's grief is over, and her heart screams.  She opened her big eyes wide, even if she didn't seem to have found me that day.
"Ah, Nissa?
"Why are you here?"
"Oh, it's nothing,"
Veronica hurriedly rolled the man down at my feet out of the alley.  She stuttered her words in great embarrassment, like a child caught doing something bad-although it was actually terrible.
"Don't get it wrong. This is. So-"
"Hmm?"
I didn't know why Veronica was making excuses that seemed to have caught me out of sight.  As I open her eyes round and wait for her next word, she bites her lips tightly and turns her head.
"Ha, yeah. I can't help it because I got caught."
"uncle?"
"I'm actually bad. I'm a bad kid."
"...…Uh?"
'Why are you suddenly talking about confession?'
It was obvious from the beginning that Veronica was a villain.  No, All  the children of LaGrange were all villains.
Not understanding what she meant, I struggled to frown on my forehead, which couldn't even get into the power properly.
"...…Don't look that way. I'm not the same person you think of as the moon."
"I don't think the cheaper sister asked me to look like a moon after getting a car?"
"Huh?"
"I said so because it's pretty?"
"Huh?"
I said, Veronica stupidly spread her pretty lips.
'A pretty girl is pretty even if she bruises her.'
Like the moon in her fairy tale, I lifted up a beautiful face and grabbed her hand.  She looked at my squat and alternated between her hands and face.
"Aren't you scared?"
"Why I scared?"
"I was just torture that man."
I glanced at the man's feet protruding from the end of the alley.  By analogy from Veronica's conversations with her man, her uncle was him who sold her to her Lagrange for her money.
'If he is such a bad guy, it's cheap even if he die.'
The setting value of Veronica as a villain would not change, but that did not justify the actions of others.
Because her mother, who opposed sending her for adoption to LaGrange, was eventually killed.
"You've been chasing a bad child."
Veronica's shoulder was too high for me to knock.  Instead, I patted her thigh.
"You're so good. Don't be sad. I don't scared of you."