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

"Ahbnah. After all, I wonder if he's sharp, that kid. '

As soon as Rosa left the infirmary, there was someone on the sleeping curtain with her hands from the inside.

Back in the year, sixteen or seven?

Into habitual dark hair, brown skin. Wearing a deep exotic face of sculpture and a white long garment, Caftan, not first seen within the kingdom, he was Radu Al Aptan, an Apt healer who was conquered by Berk last year and brought to this royal palace.

He is the sixth son of the chief, boasting so much medicine that he is said to get into a few fingers even within Apt.

What a nap he was taking in the infirmary of his office, abandoning his lecture, which was his responsibility.

'If they found me when I had a prince, it would have been just as bad... but, yeah, thanks to you, I saw something interesting'

Radu shrugs in apt language, sparkling his pranky childish colored eyes.

Leon, a young prince with enormous magic and surrendered Apt with a wave of arms.

This is the first time I've seen him with the allure and beauty of overflowing magic, where a woman can be exposed to oh indifference from a woman, and so on, just breathing.

(Brown hair, brown eyes, hey? I don't know, is he the holder of magic that spots his physique or something, that kid)

From Ladu, an apt man with no connection to magic, I'm not even as interested in the appearance of a prince as I am in hairs, but if the girl called Rosa has the power to spot physical traits, then you're concerned as a doctor.

Seems convenient for checkups.

(Rosa von Langheim.... Oh, before, you mean the Count's daughter who came to the infirmary with an STD)

Use your excellent memory to recall the girl's perimeter information.

But not long after Radu was brought to the royal palace, there must have been a man in medical treatment while trying to hide his saggy body.

The name of the arrogant man with blonde hair and watery eyes was only Langheim.

(If you're going to use that girl as a rose, the Count is a pig. It doesn't look funny enough. What miraculous genes did you attract that roses come from pigs)

Radu with a spectacular, sneaky laugh, but he can pull a grin right in.

Not if you're looking at other people's home situations.

("Makes me think about treatment," hey. in a noisy matter)

What rises to the back of your brain is the disturbing whining of a princed squire known as Kamil.

Radu understood that it was also the general thrust of the superior nobility, working for this royal palace.

A heretic who is doing it alive to heal the Queen's illness, or to preach medicine to Berk.

Neither can the people of Apt.

If you're going to kill me, you're going to banish me - that's what the royal people think.

"This way, too, you don't like it and you skip it."

But as for Radu, I wanted to blur.

His position is a little complicated.

Due to the son of the side queen, who was a dancer while a member of the clean Apt chief clan, his position is low.

So while he was there, he was pushed into a hostage role because he had the best brains and medicine in the apt.

My half-brothers, totally frightened by magic, have scattered "obey the orders of the kingdom and do not buy wrath" and "If they think we have no use for it, our textbooks will be burned down and the inside burned down," but from Ladu, that's nonsense.

The kingdom is often the kingdom.

No matter how hard the apt side tries, they will burn books at their convenience, as will the inside.

Radu thinks they set fire to the Apt when they finished all of Apt's medicine.

Because that's why the apt becomes "useless".

The half-brothers who ended up in there did nothing but pray toward the prayer painting at best.

If so, the safety inside rests on the shoulder of Radu, who was taken to the royal palace.

It is only his property, and he deserves to spare the art of being a tool of rush.

In general, there is no other way in which Apt's medicine can be taught to the Berk aristocracy that is solidified in electorate thought than the scriptures stipulate that "the word of Apt can be solved and given only to those who have mercy on Apt's land".

Properly at the beginning of the lecture, he declares, "You can't lecture someone who can't even speak Apt to the extent of their daily conversation," so Radu's refusal to lecture is not unjustified.

Bad arrogant, lazy students who don't do their homework.

As for the Queen's illness, she told him that it was not already in the realm of medicine.

Lectures are not qualified for students.

If so, the job Radu should do is to devour inebriation at best.

(Or belly-up, enough to scratch around the royal palace and reveal that arrogant prince's nose?

Radu lifts only one shaped lip.

The kingdom of Berk, the magical supremacy, and Prince Leon, popular by his immense magic, Radu did not eat heavily.

When I see that I want to be able to follow everything with magic, I feel like putting a drama pill on those golden eyes.

(I can burn down the inside with a swing of my arm, deny this culture, and burn even my eyelashes as heresy... you arrogant Berk)

Because they have no magic and they do not hide their disdain for Apt.

A letter comes from my half-brothers, like every day, not to inspire them like that, but have you learned of such a thing?

(If they threaten you, tell them to obey? Yeah, you're talking about having enough temper to do it back)

For example, try prescribing ecstasy as requested to the women who are looking to approach the prince.

Spend time pretending to be unaware of smelly information and thoughts.

At the same time, Radu cannot be blamed because he has neither crossed nor lacked the pressed duties.

"Fuck you fast, this is the kingdom"

Coldly groaning, Radu looked back at the drug shelf.

Looking up at the prayer painting listed at the top, he places his right fist on his forehead, in the order of his heart, and prays.

'If you want to bake, just bake. You're the ones who'll be in trouble one day. "

When I lifted my lying lid up again, only a sarcastic expression appeared in my eyes reminiscent of the cat.