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

"Your Highness! Not really. Please take down the eviction order now"

"It's too late. Everybody keeps packing. I'm giving you special permission to help the Knights pack. The eviction is really smooth."

First thing in the morning, Chris raised an eyebrow and made Rosa laugh as she rarely walked into the room with her voice absurd.

"I visited Bernardo last night and let him know how it went. He's a terrific figure, handy, and fitted me with evacuation cooperation from the Knights. Your brother is quite capable with a pretty face."

"Nah......!

Rosa is breathtaking.

What a sharing even you had with your worrying brother.

No, it's better than that.

(I said cute. Hey, I just said she's cute!? Come here, Your Highness is suddenly approaching Bell......!? No way, the development of the dream of "double receiving, liba from" begins......!?

Rosa accidentally adored the fact that the two presumed to have approached her.

I don't think that's the case, but no, well, the "take" two jets are approaching...

Chris had a chest ache when he saw Rosa, who was very bloody distracted by the excitement.

The way Rosa, the only beautiful girl on the outside, faded and moistened her eyes, was reflected in "a diagram shocked by the fact that she had involved her brother".

(This guy... Rosa is twice as delicate as a human being, and there's something about him that makes him look weak)

Rosa from Chris is such a person.

You always lean on the other person's feelings and rejoice in even trivial things, you're indifferent to yourself.

I buy jealousy because of Chris, and even if he gets harassed, if he doesn't enlighten his surroundings about it, and if he gets questioned, he shakes his head while fading blue.

By the way, "I want to be friends with the killer".

When I said so, Chris almost toothpicked, recalling that Rosa's face didn't have any false colors on it.

(That's what it is. frightened by the beatings done, I don't want to hate the killer...... a person like a chunk of goodwill)

When I first came to say hello, it was the first overprotective thing Bernardo showed, but now I know exactly how he feels.

This, everywhere pure, and that's why I can't help but stir up my appetite for asylum when I look at her, older or whatever.

Chris offered an easy reason for her to be comfortable with Rosa.

"On the other hand, forced evictions are not just for you. Out in the womb - a rampant bullying amongst the ladies found that some of the victims were suffering from heartache and sneaking shame into the healer's practice. The arena that harassed you is one of them. You can't keep letting those people stay out of the palace until you keep shaming them, can you?

On the other hand, Rosa, who only wanted to secure a BL apostle, hesitated just to argue when she heard it.

(Bullying rampant? Then maybe humanely we should free the arenas...... but because of this, it's a delicacy that seems to get us into the swamp together......)

And there's another thing that doesn't fall in your heart.

"The..., is it that embarrassing to be a healer...?

I didn't know what Chris meant by "shame on the healer."

When he heard that, Chris nodded, "Well, healers are the only positions that exist so far within the royal palace," and turned to Rosa again.

"Last year, did you know that my kingdom had nationalized the Apt small kingdom of the South?

"Yes, but we recognize it as one of the consequences of the 'Front for the Unity of Doctrine' which took place at the time…"

"Pre-built, yes. But the truth of the matter is, Mother - an invasion that His Majesty the King has forcibly forcibly imposed on her to heal Her Majesty's illness. The people of Apt, especially the chief clan, are known for their excellent medical skills."

"Well...... I didn't even know Her Majesty was ill."

"It's a disgrace to Berk, such as the fact that his illness cannot be healed by magic. Given the position of the healer, it has not been made public. Finally, there is the aspect of" for the people. "

Chris crooked his mouth and hammered him.

The Kingdom of Berk boasts the best territory and national power on the continent, but its source is the magic of the nobles.

Magic possession is favoured domestically and its authority is never hurt.

However, healing power - as a result of not being indissoluble in healing magic either, Berk's medical technological development was in a state of lag.

Until now, although we have sent a noble, or healing man, to the Church to bullish us, the kingdom has become too great to continue it.

So, medical care without magic - that is, if we call the Apt tribe to manipulate healing techniques and absorb technology, we can deal with diseases without healing power, and at the same time for the good of the people, that's what the kingdom thought.

"His Majesty thought that it would be better to take only the dizzying doctors and burn down pagan lands, etc., but his brother hated unnecessary grudges. Magic forced him to open a bloodless castle, and in exchange for maintaining his autonomy, he retained the son of the most skilled chief. Well, even within the royal palace, there is a difference in favor or disapproval of this action."

Rosa nodded with a serious look.

Pagan, on the body of captivity.

The heir of a great nation and the son of a chief, or two princes.

I feel a hint of the possibility of a loving swirling court drama.

"But the son of its chief - the healer - just threw a spoon to examine Her Majesty the Queen, or 'not the realm of healers'. Now, while I'm giving Berk a room in the royal palace to work as a court doctor, it doesn't work very well."

"Well. Why is that?

"For childish reasons... the people of Apt are too heretical from our point of view, both in doctrine and in appearance. Conservative aristocrats, after all, are resistant to them - 'brown healers'"

Skin in different colors, different languages.

On instinctively setting himself up, the premise that "magic is a grace from God" increasingly fuelled the apt contempt of the nobles of Berk.

The heretic children without magic could not touch their bodies or take drugs they did not know.

If healing power can heal faster, even more so.

"I see..."

Rosa nodded mysteriously.

Light black.

Strictly two names: "brown healer" and so on.

Practice by touching the skin.

I didn't know there was such a fragrant element in this royal palace.

"... is the healer an intimidating physique...?

"Hmm? I don't know. He's about the same age as my older brother, and I think he's skinny. However, there is a high pressure atmosphere for high temperament. The way it looks, it feels like an exotic beauty, it's not bad, it's just that we still don't have heresy to beat..."

"I see."

Would it be "take" one way or the other?

Rosa counted the carpet braids on the floor, desperately distracting herself.

Now is the time to do everything in our power to secure the future Apostle (Arena).

Not if you are reacting to an immediate rotting radar.

(... but take a peek at the infirmary filled by healers later)

With a strong brush pressure note on her mind's most important note, Rosa switched consciousness.

"I understand very well. Under such circumstances, the healers are the only ones who have so little money or dark behind them, except those who are physically ineffective... so you are ashamed."

"Exactly. There must be no noble lady who is more demanding of prudence than to go through an exotic healer. If the out-of-court bullying is causing the arena to do so, I, the person in charge, need to improve the situation."

"But without confirming the will to the person in charge..."

Still, Rosa tried to eat it down, but it got interrupted in the middle of the word.

Because

- Kii...... ugh.

For there was a man who came into Chris' room without a knock or permission.

Acknowledging who it was, Chris and Rosa opened their eyes.

Flax-colored hair, koji tea eyes.

She's the one with the little body like a squirrel, just the rumor figure.

Because it was Arena von Janssen.

"Arena von Janssen......? It's disrespectful, who gave you permission to come into this room?"

…………

Even if Chris skips reprimand sharply, she won't say anything.

However, those eyes moved irresistibly and the body was unnaturally shaking.

Unnatural silence, and behavior.

Apparently, she's losing her mental equilibrium.

Looking at his cloudy eyes, Chris recalls the existence of a drug prescribed by a healer.

Unlike healing and nurturing healing powers, I had heard that medicines that chemically force the spirit to sedate sometimes destroy the mind.

Maybe she's under the control of drugs right now.

Chris stood up to shelter Rosa, but Rosa shook her head gently and stopped it.

Well, when I read a rosebook that was so complete, I thought I'd take a look at it a little bit because it can present these symptoms.

"... mine"

Eventually, an exhaling voice leaked out of the lips of an arena that dropped its gaze on the floor.

"My, what, shouldn't I have"

"What...?

"I, as my father commanded me, have done to this detached house as your speaker. Until you achieve results, include telling me not to come back. I couldn't have hated you, so I tried to be nice to you, and yet you told me to 'back off', so I was all the way down. I have no place to go home, so I will endure bullying... because I did what your cousin said and threatened Rosa, so... everything, just like I said... I did what I said... eh..."

I'm leaning down and can't read my expression, but my voice keeps going up and down.

Chris frowned and took a step forward.

"Arena -"

"Yet why are you suddenly evicted!? With such an unusual 'achievement', what side do you think you can lower back to?!? So much... Oh, yes, so much, I endured the hard feelings... Huh!

An arena that screams out muscleless content, like a sudden explosion.

But Rosa still stopped Chris from embarking on it.

Because both emotional bursts and ruptured screams were phenomena that, as noble rotters, could be very sympathetic.

(Besides, she still has the qualities of a writer...)

In the second half, she was barely screaming in a seven-five tone.

If you're unconscious, quite a sense of written rhythm.

BL writers who can write tempting sentences are just what they would love to get.

Rosa cringed her throat and stared at the apostolic candidate in front of her.

The arena was finally in tears and kept screaming.

"No one! It's your fault...... anything. Yes, what do you want...!?

That's how, with his bloody running eyes, he sticks his finger to Chris.

"You should be the first to say no to a 'friend' you can push, as long as you refuse to do so later! If your majesty sends you in, as much as you make excuses, you should have told your majesty!

"………………"

Chris pulled his jaw like he was frightened.

A totally rude tantrum about the minister's daughter.

Powerfully, physically, she can seal the words of the arena.

But I couldn't do that.

Because the words of the arena took Chris' heart deeply.

"You're so halfway there. I always thought. I won't stop my parents from seeing my" friend "sent in with contempt. Left unresolved, suddenly forced eviction one day. I'm sensitive to scratches, but I don't even notice other people's scratches..."

Rosa, by the way, was so concerned about the seven-five rhythm that she was nowhere near sympathetic to Chris.

"Look, everyone laughs at that! You're gonna pretend to be a man in half, even in disobedience? In the end, all you've changed is your outfit and tone... even though you can't even cut your hair off. I'm drunk on a tragedy, just changing places I can get right back to!

"………………"

They attack the most delicate parts and Chris bites his lips.

Rosa also became smug and moved and silent.

Seven five-tone screams that are no longer likely to work as an art.

So while you're at it, how about understanding the other person's thoughts in depth and choosing words that will make you decide your mind stick together.

She seemed licked and bullied from both the Baron's and Count's houses, but even if she allowed this talent to blossom, she must turn into a big man.

(From this insight, I'm sure Arena is the type to read characters. Yeah, transplant my rotten cells. But I'd love to wake up to BL and talk through the night......!

Rosa accidentally held her fist in excitement, knowing repeatedly that was not the case.

Unaware of about one misplaced thermal gaze, the arena gave a distorted grin.

"... Hey, Your Highness. I'll help you."

"What...?

"I need 'achievements' anyway. Royal Memories Required by the Baron Family No, Her Royal Highness's" Favorite "...... A golden gift for you, or... otherwise, yes... its, magical, blonde hair full of glow..."

Finally, the seven-fifth tone breaks down.

The arena approached us in a disturbing motion.

The fist I had gripped the whole time had a razor blade gripped.

"Arena, what -!"

"I'll cut that hair for you!

An arena swings its arms around like a cornered beast, mad and quick.

Chris quickly put his hands together and condensed his magic power at his fingertips.

If you wield magic at this distance, your opponent will not be safe.

But she didn't hesitate at all, even though Arena would understand it.

I'm losing my reason.

A razor with a blade peeled out, so much magic as heat, bounces off each body -!

- Don't!

But on the verge of releasing his magic, Chris was thrown to the floor with momentum, pushed hard by something (...).

Harari, and, a moment late, the blonde hair slips down her cheeks.

But it wasn't Chris's.

It wasn't hers - I tried to hug this one and covered it, it was Rosa's.