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

"Rosa!"

"Your Highness, are you all right?

Waking herself up all the time, she frowned worryingly and stared at Chris' face.

And seeing as there was nothing else there, I leaked a relieved sigh.

"No more. No more, Your Highness. Don't play a thrilling battle against a female"... "

A little strange rhetoric, but the point is, you want to tell your female opponent not to raise his hand.

Such Rosa's hair was thinly bleeding from her earlobes, where a muscle had been cut off and the blade must have touched her.

"You - there's blood! My hair......!

"It's no big deal"

Rosa says clearly, turning back to the arena.

"Ah..., ah... I..."

"Master Arena, are you all right?... It's okay. Your Highness and I are safe."

As I returned, when I smiled at my violently trembling opponent, Rosa gently took up the razor and threw it on the floor.

That's how he wrapped his hands around the defenseless arena with both hands.

"We sincerely sympathize with the situation of Master Arena. I don't think you're anyone else. However... please listen to my objections on only two points."

A beautiful voice that soars in my ears, even though it is quiet.

Mysterious purple glowing eyes.

Rosa slowly spinned her words as even Chris beside her stopped moving like she was fascinated.

She had something she really wanted to imprint in the arena right now.

"The first. Don't call your Highness halfway through your hair. That's it."

"Huh...?

The two voices overlap.

Rosa nodded with a strange look.

(I get it. At first, I didn't think it was clean. But this is an important item for Chris Tan to rebuff to "Attack" any day)

Unfortunately, Rosa decided to communicate her conclusions only for the first time, as it was impossible to bring up the concept of Riva in a situation where BL was not pervasive.

"Your Highness's hair is irreplaceable, which is bound to play an important role in any event."

"Important, role......?

Rosa narrowed her eyes gently to the bewildered squealing arena.

You don't have to know yet.

Sooner or later, I'll tap you into a hands-on BL philosophy - with that in mind.

"Second. Please don't say anything bad about your Highness. I find this appearance of Your Highness very favourable. The more you watch and the tighter your chest is when you have conflicting elements. I want to support and protect your Highness everywhere."

Rosa's conflicting elements are, of course, "pun" and "dele".

Rosa nodded one thing when she made a clear claim that rotted everywhere, but that's why she couldn't give in.

This is where it matters.

"But at the same time, I can't help but hurt my chest in your pain"

Rosa said so, succumbing to the floor, pressing it into the hands of the arena as she moaned her scattered blonde hair.

"You said you wanted blonde hair. Then would you be satisfied with my hair? That's how I want you to think about it, once and for all, away from the missions and pressures imposed on you. What is really important? Without being held captive by parental orders or the malice around you, what should you look at now?"

By the way, the answer to the question is "BL".

Rosa appealed to the arena after suddenly feeling the urge to tell her the answer.

"Please hold this hair. And think carefully of my words now. If you're smart, you'll soon understand what I'm saying."

If she's a character adorable type and a deep reader, she's sure to notice the dignity of a pundy Chris.

Rosa let an eye-opening arena hold her blonde hair as she prayed rotten.

That's right.

Rosa did this to push her hair into the arena.

They say our hair has our magic in it. So that's how Rosa's rotten power and rotten values can be close to brainwashing, either through her hair or transplanted into an arena.

It was a crazy idea, not unlike mixing your hair in the drink of your favorite opponent.

(Infected with "Depression," Rose Love!

With a rotten pace, Rosa smiled.

"Hey, Master Arena. I'm sure you're serious, you're tired. If it's hard to get back to the Baron's, why don't you take care of my territory, Langheim, for a little while?

"Huh...?

"Langheim is rural, but a very quiet place. You can have it in your poetry, or you can have it caged in your room and read a book about the sun."

"What..."

The arena squeaks with a faint voice of surprise.

So much so that Rosa's suggestion was unexpected.

Because the arena is the least identified baroness of the out-of-house samurai.

There's no need for a grand countess to worry about her without a big stunt.

Besides, even though I now say that I am a great sinner who pointed a blade at the princess and hurt the lady's skin and hair...

"Why are you... so..."

"Because I want to be friends with you, Master Arena."

Rosa, who is younger than the arena and should be luxurious, says Rin.

The arena was inadvertently nailed to its straight purple eyes, free of all falsehood.

"I mean it. If spending about two years doesn't heal your heart, why don't we go home to the monastery? I'll be with you."

"………………"

That's all they said, and at last tears overflow from the eyes of the arena.

My own ear, I couldn't believe it.

"Dear Rosa..."

Even though I am the perpetrator.

Rosa is in a good position to hate herself, as opposed to being irrelevant.

Yet how can she, so serene, - offer me the kindness I most wanted?

Even if it was mere consolation, the words "I will go to the monastery with you" sooo stained the deepest part of Arena's wounded heart.

"Wow, I... I'm not sure at all about myself... eh. Less magic, less appearance, at home and away from the palace" here, "with feet together,... that's why, this time, I need to protect you..."

The words came out flabby with tears.

Rosa is seriously clear of her ears with a trembling silent confession on her face that she hears even in tempered poetry.

To its sincerity, his chest tightened more and more.

"All the time, it's been painful... Always in this world, alone. I have no side, no place to go, I feel sorry for myself..."

"... Master Arena says he's so full of talent"

Rosa, frowning and squirming, knelt again beside the arena and hugged her.

"I want to be friends with Master Arena.... hey, please. Langheim to cure, right?

Arena finally leaked a big whimper, then covered her face with both hands and snorted.

The asylum and friendship Rosa offered me was more than anything else appreciated.

"I'm sorry, Master Rosa. Your Highness, too, I am truly sorry. Dear Rosa... Thank you so much..."

"No, not at all"

Rosa smiles like an angel of mercy.

(Corrupt "hehe"... as planned...!

No, she wasn't, she was just grinning blacker and blacker at the joy of securing a writer candidate.

But Chris, who was supposed to spot the falsehood, couldn't notice it.

Because Rosa's words were only an expression of her heart, albeit rotten, and in the first place, Chris was not the place to be.

(Damn,... what a tolerant, benevolent person she is...)

Yes, Chris was struck hard by what Rosa said in the front steps, "The Princess can stay like this," not to mention the kindness she showed the arena.

In shame of her inadvertently moistened eyes, she was sneaking up on her head.

(Rosa accepted me from the bottom of her heart. Conflicting elements... I mean, Rosa had spotted me and accepted my desire to defy the surroundings and still couldn't stop...)

Unfortunately, it wasn't such a serious grip that Rosa accepted, but Chris believed so and didn't doubt it.

Rosa stood up to the person with the blade.

Halfway through my hair, she purposefully covered me.

It was the hesitant, distressing look of Chris who told me it was preferable. He wants to support you, he wants to protect you.

Would there have been so many other people who accepted my existence?

No, I'm not.

The moment I thought so, I felt the cold solidification in Chris, the hostility and frustration with his surroundings, and the feeling of being abandoned and bullied, melting away.

Now, I can honestly say that I'm sorry I got involved in this rebellion about the arena I've been pointing the blade at.

When Chris pulled his mouth together, he took the handkerchief out of his nose and pressed it into the arena.

"Use it.... no, use it. I can make it yours. I'm sorry I ran you over for my childish rebellion. If you can't make it home, I'll help you make your stay in Langheim a reality."

Surprised to see this one. To the arena, snort.

Then, Chris pressed his own lips.

Now, I don't even feel the need to call myself "me."

It's time for me to grow up, too.

(Maybe next time I'll tailor a woman's dress and call her "I". Tell her I owe it to Rosa.... be, I don't want to see this guy's happy face or anything like that)

Once it's done, I'll work out a plan that Rosa will be in mourning for.

Unbeknownst to be so, Rosa gave a heartbeat to the arena-induced backup shooting and smiled in an upbeat mood.

"It's a real pleasure to have Your Highness with us. Dear Arena, Best wishes from now on as a friend. Yes, I do. Quickly, I have a book I recommend. The main characters are two men."

Momentum starts selling grooms and BL beginner books on the spot.

but

"Sister! What is it!?

At that time, someone tried to block the words and suddenly stepped into the room with intense footsteps.

Bernardo.

"Ah... Beh, beh, beh, bernardo... Huh? What's wrong? Me, sticky, obnoxious, etc. -"

Rosa panics as soon as she puts her beloved brother's figure into view.

Not good.

All that was forbidden, but corrupt, mortal, preaching scenes were held up.

Bernardo stared at Rosa in cold sweat.

"I was guarding the perimeter off the palace, but with signs of working out a vast amount of magic. I thought it was something, and I flew in."

Beautiful watery eyes give me a swordswallowing look.

"Why is your sister's hair so severed... why is she bleeding out of her ear?

"Oh, there? Uh, that 's--"

"It's my fault."

On behalf of Mouthful Rosa, Chris takes a step forward.

Despite her princess opponent, Bernardo asked, "What do you mean?" When she glanced at her, she distorted her mouth in a bad way.

"Because of me, there's been an unfortunate incident. Rosa took refuge in me and wounded me instead."

"Wah... it's me! I'll take Rosa...! Sorry!

Make sure you can cover it, and the arena will kneel on the spot and scream.

"No, it's not a big deal at all, rather, because I wanted to, and I did..."

Rosa also went in, divided by a rush, but Bernardo blocked it with his gaze, dropping his sigh.

"When I was in the harbor, I asked you not to do this anymore."

Bernardo let Bernardo spot it in an instant when he said so much about sheltering someone and not putting them in danger, but this time he was repeating the same thing again.

But Rosa, full of tenderness, received his remarks in the same direction.

(What is the precision of this, rot detection feature of Beltan!? Why am I discerning that I was trying to corrupt the arena when I wasn't here? Hye-Eye! But it's hard!

My brother is too hard on rot.

But if you buy the anger of your beloved reckoning and even ignore it, you can't get out strong as Rosa.

Looking at his sister with her mouth tied together like she was frightened, Bernardo loosened her tone as if the bumps were bad.

"... on the other hand, I'm not blaming your sister"

(Liar!)

Didn't you just blame yourself?

But I also find these irrational and selfish places fascinating, so they're really terminal.

No, come to think of it, there was no such thing as when Rosa wasn't terminal.

"Anyway, now it's a scratch allowance. Excuse me."

And Bernardo, who seems to have thought through something, lifts Rosa's body once more.

She says she's about the same height, but she's just a princess hug.

Rosa was a little rusty.

"Be......, Bernardo! You shouldn't (...) do that!

Because Bernardo says it's the "be" side.

"Why? I'm a knight now."

Bernardo, however, was a rare man - truly legitimate from the side - who gave the answer and went straight to the door.

"Bernardo! Put it down!

"No, sir."

Oh, my God.

You don't listen to me at all.

I can't believe that one of the "receiving" situations I dreamed of, a princess hug, would be consumed by me or something.

Rosa was devastated by her heart.

Who the hell is going to gain from such a miscast?

Unexpectedly tearful, Bernardo leaves the room with a rugged face.

Just before I knocked on the door,

"Your Highness, if you'll excuse me, would you mind? I'll be sure to listen to you later, including your warrant lady there, so - with that intention."

"Ah...... oh"

He disrespectfully let even those words throw up, but those who could resist it, including Chris, were unfortunately not there.