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

Rosa doesn't know how long she's been "yes".

But by the time I got my mind on it, she was already, "Yes."

I mean...

(Oh. Totally no more, really. I wonder if Love between the lords is going to cum like this)

Love hobbies were rotten.

When I read Snow White, I couldn't stop thinking about the human drama that the seven little men would have secretly staged.

When I read the Bible, more than anything else, how excited I was about the bond between the Lord God Berk and the God of War and his rivalry with the Demon God.

It didn't take long for that rotten eye to be directed at the real world either.

Childhood when she lost her mother early and was abandoned by her father. She was just in her supreme capacity in the realm, she had no close friends, and the woman was turned away because of her father's color madness, and still kept smiling healthy - but the truth was different.

She was just avoiding a troublesome relationship, pulling cages, and bursting a rotten wilter in full.

For example, if the gardener included jealousy in his gaze toward the butler without hesitation.

For example, suppose an irresistible love affair seeped into the hands of a chef who had now invincibly slapped his men on the shoulders.

If bonds, intense emotions beyond friendship, profound troubles… just think so, the world was truly colored and glowing.

Rosa only loves such sights from the shadows.

To Rosa's mind, a man's love is like a beautiful rose.

Bright colors, slutty somewhere, decadent.

It is passionate, has an attraction that cannot help but catch my eye, and blooms fragrant.

A round of roses that now look heretical in a garden with gentle flowers of pastel colour blooming.

But someday, in this garden, no, I will spread this garden of roses all over the world...

When she was five years old, Rosa was so determined.

That day at the age of six, when he defined the concepts of "attack" and "receive" with a view to spreading rosemary that should come "to him.

The seven-year-old summer flashed to represent the offensive relationship with the "x" symbol.

An eight-year-old winter who took a cue from a noble rotten wine and named himself "noble rotter".

A nine-year-old autumn who stringed the spring book he brought out of his father's study for the study "..." and stuffy and high fever.

There was a certain presence, Rosa, who was steadily moving down the path of decay, but was happy or unhappy, pushing her back into the boundaries of society.

That's my maternal uncle, Anton.

Contrary to Rosa, who loved the love between women so much, he was buying his surroundings because it was something that spoke of its virtues, shouted and unilaterally drowned delusions.

Because it happened that the crest of his house was adorned with lilies, and because he was in small fat shape, the social community scorned him as a "lily pig," and said he abused him greatly.

At the end of the day, he was banished forever from the social world after a duel was fought over by two noble women who had been modeled on a novel of nasty content.

His name became contraindicated and, at the same time, the love affair between women and the elements reminiscent of it were thoroughly eliminated from society.

Goodbye, and thank you, Anton.

Rosa heard about the series of incidents and learned.

Whether it's a lily or a rose, don't try to spread same-sex love awkwardly.

We need to take the time to gradually root it out.

And in order to do that, its callers must not be heretics - especially if they must not be ugly or have elements to be ridiculed by others.

Rather, it is only at such a height that this plan for the expansion of the Rose Garden will succeed, which is glanced at and praised from all around us.

On that occasion, Rosa encouraged self-drilling.

I read books, taught manners strictly from deacons who were out of the old house, and gained practice.

If there should not be a blind spot, he imposed on himself cleaning laundry cooking arithmetic management chemistry medical equestrian technique and all the workouts he could think of.

Treated the people to the fullest extent possible and to acknowledge their usefulness.

In particular, Rosa was convinced that the creation of rotten soil using healing magic was well received and that it was still her job to rot something.

However, the wise Rosa also realized the danger of overvaluing herself as an aristocratic warrant.

In other words, the wedding period will be sooner.

Marriage of nobility is a glory and a worldly body.

If you want to marry a badly stately house, waiting is even for your husband, tired of crappy socialization and inheritance making, hell of a day.

No matter how much power you hold in the salon, the public body gets in the way to spread the heretical teachings of rose love.

So Rosa thought about becoming a nun when the wedding was near.

They have a single but commensurate social identity and, more importantly, a great copying technique - in other words, the power to spread new cultures and knowledge as books.

Then it should also be possible for me to write a new Bible named Rose Love and disseminate it around the monastery.

And eventually, all over the continent, we will root for a new faith.

Sooner or later, I will be the patriarch of Rosism...

The strong sentiment kept her moving.

As a bottom prep for Rosebook preaching, we will strive to improve the literacy rate of the inhabitants and spare no effort in donating so that they can get their private rooms as soon as they enter the monastery.

Yes, Rosa's donation was such a deep-rooted thing.

(Oh...... but...... Rose Road is such a rugged thing...)

But now - at fourteen years old, Rosa thinks she's stingy.

Ideal "take," but no. Uh.

Here in Langheim, where she lives, is a cold land with harsh mountains and chopped coves.

Summer was cool, but winter cold was harsh, and inevitably, people came to have stubborn will and tight flesh.

This means that many of the men are truly bearers of values such as "protecting" and "guiding" women and children.

Naturally, the romantic view mimics that, and it is natural for men to lead women in Langheim.

(I mean, it can be called a treasure trove of "offensive" characters... after all, the attribute of "receiving" is hard to grow up with)

Rosa sighed with a worried face as she inspected the farmland in her spare time - or the farmers' men.

Incidentally, "offense" refers to a man who plays the role of a man, both male and female, and "take" refers to the role of a woman.

Usually defended as a synonym for offense, but with the thought "because I am the recipient of love," Rosa stipulated this.

The level of that "take" is overwhelmingly low here in Langheim.

That was Rosa's most recent problem.

(No, the offense is a relative problem after all, so I can force it to fit into the "take" frame... but I still think the absolute "take" is in the world)

I find that hard to do while blurring out at the sky with tinted eyes.

The polished beauty had even made her look like a frivolous angel, but Rosa, who had abnormally grown her emotions in a biased direction, was not well aware of the area.

(Again, in aesthetic form. Delicate, unusual, in a way that tickles your appetite for asylum. It's worrying somewhere though, and it feels shadowy or deep. But the core is surprisingly strong, just walking makes me want to attack... oh no, that's not a bad idea)

All Langheim men except their fathers are nice guys who are dependable and capable of leadership. It's impeccable as an "attack" character.

But the "take" supply is too low.

This doesn't even make me paranoid. This means that training is stuck.

Rosa had recently begun to feel boundaries on her rose path.

At one time, I even tried to choose the narrower ones to "receive" an education from the people who offered me a caregiver.

But for some reason, every time they all baked Rosa's care, they rather heightened their chivalry spirit and became masculines, so they gave up and sent her home.

(Maybe my appearance shouldn't...)

Rosa is luxurious and delicate anyway because she was attracted to growing up, forgotten to eat and encouraged to rot.

This reduces the relative delicacy of those who, because of their "receiving" qualities.

On the other hand, if I were a tough guy who was more mucky, muddy on my face and laughed gahaha, I might have been good as a "receiving" growing environment around me.

When she thinks about it, Rosa is driven by feelings of indignation.

Besides, Rosa has a vicious habit of being too excited to rot, causing her heart to sound too faint.

Besides, years of indoor life must have snuck in. My skin was white everywhere, and even when I went outside trying to get sunburn, I got the unfortunate physique that it just ended with redness and swelling.

Thanks to you, I treated you like a perfectly sick young lady.

The men see her and are stirred up by their desire for asylum, allowing them to blossom more and more masculinity, and "attack" attributes.

(Ku...... Huh. Me, I'd rather be tougher than the neighborhood hall...!

I hate myself for not having the talent to cultivate "take."

No matter how nice the "offense" is, Rose Love doesn't start without the ideal "take" to attract them.

Because in reality, unless you have the violent attraction of "receiving," "offense" is usually, I guess, attracted to women.

("Take it"... Take it, you need to take it more than anything...!

I'm in a hurry.

I'm fourteen years old myself.

There are about two years until the wedding period, and until then, I had a long time to accumulate stories about lumpy ideal situations, etc., but maybe I should just cut it out and give myself up to the monastery.

Because if we refuse to engage with the secular, we can immerse ourselves in paranoia, and perhaps we will benefit from a good corrupt ideology as a result.

Rosa's heart was disturbed by a thousand things.

If I walk stuffy, I run into Carl and Timo, farmers, on the road.

Neither was the "receiving" level yet high, but now I felt a fragrant rose in that interaction with a subtle curl poking Timo holding his head.

If you look closely, Timo is smaller than Carl for every fist, and you can also feel the "take" sex there.

Rosa was in a sudden mood, spilling a grin.

(What I did, you completely lost your cool...)

At the same time admonish yourself and pray to the Rose God who is supposed to be somewhere.

"Oh, God. Thank you for all your honor today."

Indulging in the roses that are here now, rather than wandering, is the first step in the training.

It's all right.

The numbers are small, but there is always a "take".

If you make the right effort, you will surely also meet the ideal "take" -.

A second after she was telling me that, Rosa was stopped by a servant who changed her blood phase.

"Dear Rosa, I'm in trouble! Please hurry back to the Mansion!

"Well, Lutz. What's the matter with you?

Lutz was an adorable horse tin boy with creepy eyes, but recently he was concerned that the throat buddha had also begun to stand out and was rapidly starting to grow taller.

It's totally "offensive", like how you treat horses.

Again, Langheim doesn't have enough cuteness ingredients.

As Rosa lowered her eyebrows and asked, Lutz lurked and told her that she was starting to get low.

"My husband has returned from the capital of the king - he has brought his hidden son."

That was the turning point of my visit to Rosa.