The Rotten Lady Rosa Wants to Watch Over Love from the Shadows

Bear the kingdom to every woman, excellent princess.

That was my assessment of Chris until a few years ago.

The remarkable beauty of blonde hair, inherited from the royal family.

Powerful magic, albeit plain earth attributes.

He has a broad personality and is diligent again.

Everyone - yes, even the mother - put her expectations on Chris, instead of the prince who had driven her away to another country.

Bold, Rin or Powerful.

Sooner or later I will inherit this kingdom on behalf of my brother, because he is king.

I had a heart to feel sorry for my neglected brother.

However, the situation that drew the attention of the surrounding area all together was comforting, and it was so horrible to lose that interest that I even made an effort.

As soon as she was alarmed, her mother understood with childhood that she would welcome her cousin, Camille the Duke's Seal, and other competent blonde boys for adoption.

More pleasant, decisive, brave. As everyone thinks the king deserves it.

The effort was fruitful, and by the time I was eight years old, the magical power of the glorious flame attributes also blossomed.

But three years ago - things changed since Leon awakened the mighty magic at his tour destination.

The mother, who had so much Chris, changed the color of her eyes to welcome her son, and Leon jumped to the throne heir's throne at once.

Chris, as if he were a tired doll, was dumped and disoriented when he seemed.

If the only person who changed his attitude was his mother, he might still have been able to stand it.

But Chris shocked when a friend who believed he was close suddenly began to ask for femininity, "more softly" and "because you are a princess," as a samurai who trusted him returned his applause at the same time.

Once, if you manipulate a horse well, you were praised.

If I behaved like a man, I was nodded with a laugh.

The sword, if you wield magic, was praised at your mercy.

But is it all denied by the advent of Leon?

At times, there are no human beings who were acknowledging Chris himself, just that they liked the ability his successor deserved, so to speak, only the outside?

Chris realized that, as he became mean, he started wearing all the men's clothes.

Blondes don't tie up, they just bracket like boys.

Words blurt, throwing things as emotions, and calling themselves "me".

It was a reckoning, a disobedience.

She was desperate to protect her broken heart by overwhelming herself with what was about to be pressed against her.

But the surroundings just look at her like that and leak a sigh of sigh like a shudder.

If his voice was increasingly scratched by bewilderment and roughed up in frustration, he was now turned to a frightened gaze, an otherwise abominable tongue pounding.

Anyone who says, "You look lovely," etc., has sesame seeds.

But the magic of the earth that dwelled in Chris does not allow such deception.

Exasperated, seeking to be accepted, but seeing through the mockery, it wounds itself.

These days, it was such a repeat of a vicious circle.

But I think.

(... Something's different about him...)

That guy came to the royal palace a few weeks ago, Rosa von Langheim.

daughter from Count Territory on the border.

I wonder if she must be a pressing person, like the other women, who went to Tokyo in contact with Leon, and she was different from the others in taste and taste.

First of all, it's terribly beautiful.

Blonde hair and pale eyes also sagged, white-magnetic skin and loose hands and feet caught Chris's eye.

Dawn on the diet, again different from the unnaturally slight ladies, luxurious, but with a proper tight body.

I hear you're sick and weak, and I've seen you actually fall, but I'm sure you've sewn that gap and worked out every day as normal.

For Chris, who has worked hard as well, that naturally showed favorably.

In addition, such a strong core appeared in words and deeds.

She smiled gently at Chris - and said it - even though she had been attacked by magic just before.

He said he looks nice now.

There were no lies in the words.

Bright purple eyes dwelt in a pure favor that could not be misseen.

Besides, if I disturbed this pace only, I'd just left the room so that I wouldn't be interested in the "Her Royal Highness's Favorite" position or anything.

So - the next day, I rang out from here saying, "You can come to the room," because of the upset.

After all, Chris allows Rosa to visit every day.

Of course, it doesn't matter at all if a woman like that doesn't come, but if I give her time for one day, she's going to leave the house with a smile on her face, so I'm calling her to do it.

Rosa basically does nothing.

I'm watching Chris act like he's having some fun.

You just take it smiling when you're angry, and you still don't move when you act like you're bluffing.

I'm just terribly good at listening.

With curiosity that I know is genuine, I make my eyes gleam and listen, so I talk too much even as Chris.

He is also a big inspirational person.

Before this and other whimsical prepared baked treats such as "Why don't you eat?... Better yet, I didn't buy it for you. I just bought it to eat!" And when I recommended him with excuses, that was all I wept, and I stuck my head against the table, and I was shaking.

When that happens, there will be tension and even the sweetness that I don't like.

If you noticed, for Chris, Rosa had become a fine tea-drinking friend.

"Huh? Evacuate all those who went up to the outhouse as spokespersons...?

"Oh, come on, that's annoying."

Rosa opened her eyes to what Chris had cut out when she was put through the couch on the day she made her twentieth consecutive visit to the Princess.

That is to order the noble ladies, who are turning into guests, to leave simultaneously.

"Uh, that's... thank you for taking care of me for a short time...?

"What are you talking about, fool! You're staying!

"What, really?

After all, Rosa was once again surprised by Chris screaming like he was in a panic, thinking he would be driven away along with it.

Does that mean you're the only one left in this outhouse?

Seriously, looking back at Chris, she turned away from her boy-like face.

"... that, what. So far, the role of the spokesperson is working well for you.... Well, if only you could..."

You're starting to embarrass me by saying it, my voice slowly turns down.

Rosa, stay gawky! and punched him in the face on the table.

It's the ultimate pundelet. Honorable.

"!? What noise?

"No, anything"

It's only a moment quicker than Chris turns around a little bit, getting back on his feet a lot.

Chris tipped his neck suspiciously to Rosa, who took care of the calm expression, but slightly before pointing his lips "to it".

"You've been harassed by them lately, haven't you? All these out-of-house women are more or less ambitious and overconfident. That kind of thing, before it runs any further, is limited to just kicking it out.... still, well, not for you...!

"... ooh"

Everywhere, I accidentally held my chest to Chris, who embodies Rosa's contemplative "pundelet".

(Yes, sweetie! Yes, "take"!

Damn, when I come with her, I'm such a "pundelet" genius that I spare no time to keep it as a woman to make.

Even though my best guess is Bernardo, when they show off one ideal "pundelet" after another, I also want to push Chris.

Rosa scolded herself in the heart for cheating.

(Or wait, was it harassment...?

Then, I still have my doubts.

"Harassment, when I say...?

"It's no use staying so upset and stumped. They sent you threatening texts, they stained your reading with ink, didn't they? I just got a tip from a servant I saw."

Chris answers with a harsh voice.

So finally, Rosa had a point.

Speaking of which, that happened.

Rosa, who has been called by the Princess for days in a row, doesn't care, she was thrown into her room several times with threatening texts, and she was tainted with books during her absence.

(The blackmail text was such a brilliant brush, thank goodness it was used as a reference for writing, and even when it came to reading, it was a normal romance book for disguise, so it didn't do any harm. I forgot)

As for Rosa, a BL writer aspiration, she is always looking for new expressions that will feed her future writing, and since noble rotters are good at reading between lines, even if the books are made difficult to read in ink, there is no problem at all.

Rather, there was also the feeling that the entire book had become a slutty atmosphere as a result of the splashy ink acting as an ambush, so much so that Rosa had an attachment to the book for the first time.

(I'd rather get along with the person who set me up...)

In fact, Rosa naturally had a grasp of the culprit in a series of incidents, as the person who had inked the books had witnessed the moment she left the room.

The executor is the lowest ranked out-of-house resident, the Baron Janssen Lady Arena.

But it was Petronella, Countess Hugler's cousin, who ordered her to do it.

I hear the Janssens are getting a lot of loans from the Huglers.

I mean, I guess the arena is being ordered by Petronella to carry out harassment.

The arena was the owner of an atmosphere that seemed to come to mind, however intrusive it might be.

(Although Petronella doesn't seem to fit much into the BL swamp because she asks her lords to sell her charm... Rumor has it that Arena can't even speak a word with the opposite sex, she feels quite qualitative)

That, for example, is an easy-to-think personality.

Excellent writing skills shown in threatening sentences to the depths of not having grand contact with the opposite sex.

I hear that people who are weakening their minds are prone to indulge in emerging religions.

If the buttons multiply well, I feel that they open my eyes to BL at once and get into it deeply.

(I wonder if I can manage to draw her in. Getting close, waking up, living a monastic BL writing life together, good to fellow writers...... And to the Apostle of Rosism......)

Rosa dreams sometimes.

I wonder how wonderful it would be if, at the time of her departure, a noble warrant lady with BL material and upbringing would join us in the convent.

Secret or paranoid delusions will be intensely exchanged in a garden of women who are not annoyed by marriage or socialization.

The expressive women must spit out their delusions as books.

The diverse BL writers eventually create a major salon.

No, apart from boring social clubs (salons), let's call them communities here.

Thus, a novel distribution for preaching is held twice a year, for example in summer and winter. Abbreviated, winter comics for summer comics.

I'm sure that eventually expands into a noble rotter all over the continent -.

(It's an unexpected dream. But definitely make it happen)

Rosa believes.

The names and details may vary, but similar populations make the world as it should be.

And the future of the world where we are now.

(Me, I have to work hard. Specifically, how can I brainwash Master Arena? Should I pour in my rotten magic or my blood? Yeah, I think I know what it's like to be a woman mixing her hair in someone's drink...)

It is a severe lunatic thought.

Looking at his own blonde hair in sight, with his lost highlight eyes,

"-... Hey! Hey! Rosa! Are you okay!?

Chris in a hurry shook my shoulder.

Hi, he was too immersed in rotten thinking. He was being suspicious of behavior.

It is the viciousness of the corrupt who immediately derails his thoughts and, moreover, unfolds in a squeamish of momentum.

Rosa turned back to me and waved her hands in haste.

"Yes! No, anything! No problem at all."

"That can't be right. With such a faded face. I didn't know things were getting that serious..."

"Huh."

Apparently, he was losing his complexion, again too excited.

Misunderstood by this, I have trouble getting the future BL apostles kicked out.

Rosa got desperate and took it from Chris.

"Me, I am not faded. I'm just a little excited!

"Where in this story do you say there's an exciting element? Don't take refuge in the killer! Damn... if you'd told me sooner, I could have done something about it."

"No, because I don't care at all..."

"Shut up already!

Rosa has repeated many times since then claims such as "there is no such thing as harassment," "I'd rather be friends with the killer," and "reconsider how the simultaneous evictions are".

I asked him to use his powers and doings to spot falsehoods, and I told him from the bottom of my heart that I thought so, but for some reason, Chris makes his expression more and more severe and doesn't fit in.

And the next day, His Highness the Princess, burning with justice, forced her to leave simultaneously.