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

"Don't burn it, dude -... oh... duh!

Of course, Rosa is not a combative nation that can strengthen her body, so the prayer painting she hugged, or flame, was so hot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I almost screamed," but I indulged in my strength and pushed my prayer painting hard against my chest.

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my rose love "Heart" is definitely hotter... ehh)

If you rot your mind, the fire will be cool again.

Rotten raw waste can't just burn with a flame for a piece of parchment.

Rosa told herself and hugged the prayer painting.

The fire should go out naturally as long as the oxygen supply is stopped.

It's just that, at any rate, you were hugging too much of a prayer painting with a goose.

The greedy flame, like a serpent in front of a new prey, had already stretched of course its tongue into Rosa's hands and into her dress.

(Oh, this is a bad one!

"Rosa!"

Leon, who set fire to it, is fading all around.

Due to the nature of magic, once released, the technique cannot be undone. I mean, he can't put this fire out himself.

Then, watching Leon try to summon the water, Rosa shouted aggressively.

"No! Don't get your precious books wet......!

The only thing that can get wet in this world is the beautiful eyes of the "take".

After a shout, Leon, who was spinning his magic, stops moving as surprised.

"Sister! - Wind, get lost!

Instead, Bernardo screamed.

- Huh... Huh.

As if bored, the fire suddenly goes out of Rosa's surroundings.

At the same time, attacked by unspeakable breathlessness, Rosa collapsed on the spot.

"Ho... Huh! Ooh!"

"Excuse me, sister! I manipulated the wind and 'lost' my sister's ambient air for a moment."

Bernardo rushes over and tells him how sorry he is as he rubs his back.

Rosa looked up at Bernardo, surprised with tears, from under her messy hair.

(My kid, he's still a genius......!?

No, it's definitely genius.

When it comes to wind, it fuels fire, but I can't believe you put it out by "getting rid of it".

This is the only elegant way in the world to stop burning without getting your books wet.

And with such a short chant.

Rosa nodded greatly at her sister, but immediately turned back to me and stood up.

"Oh, hey, you..."

So he raises his voice like a hasty ladu.

Are you sure you're okay? Let me see some scratches! And the trachea! '

Rounding off his sarcasm, he had a rare - no, for the first time, heartfelt worried look on his face.

He doesn't even seem to be able to afford to speak in Berk.

He stretched out his arm with all the momentum of peeling off the burnt dress's chest, but Rosa used the grate to avoid it and proceeded to walk to Leon.

"Oh, uji, Your Highness...... oh, ho!

The effect of choking so hard that I couldn't speak smoothly at all, but still, Rosa had something to offer this prince.

"Rosa -"

"Whatever, for whatever reason... eh, Ko... burn their prayer paintings, I won't... eh"

Leon has a rushed look on his neat face and offers his hand.

but Rosa pushed it away and stared straight into his eyes.

"You're better than that. Your body's fine."

"Your Highness. Well, look, be...! This is a painting that you and… His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Queen would like to see."

Boldly, blocking the prince's words, Rosa pokes a burnt remaining prayer painting at him.

When I could put my strength into my eyes, I could see that he was breathtaking all the time.

Maybe he got hit by a rotten pace.

Rosa's eyes now glowed deep purple, and from all over her body, divine power - as well as a sense of mission to "conduct this adorable painting at all costs".

Rosa whispered faintly to the prince looking back at this one as she was swallowed.

"Take a good look at the bias, shake it off.... Don't you see?

Do you hear me, do you understand?

If even her throat was in perfect condition, Rosa wanted to talk and let her hear it.

Isn't it wonderful, this crying Fuzz Aptan beautiful young man?

Wouldn't you mind trembling, this gap where a sarcastic, floating (* complementary) youth god suddenly job-changs into a sick character crazy for love?

Burning fireworks, frightening surroundings "Mobs," until those performances all flinch, this act of honor anyway.

Don't you see how wonderful this is, as much as I'd love to engrave it in the hearts of the country's most culminating people and introduce it to the back of the currency for everything -?

"What, you know...?

But Leon is a puzzled face.

"Maybe this isn't the type," Rosa picked up another one nearby, remembering how badly she understood things.

This is a prayer painting of a daily cheerful gal aptan scattered on the front line and turned into a yellow flower garden.

It is one of Rosa's top two recommendations.

It's a really mundane scene, even if it pulls out a rosy meaning, and I have to adore this. I'm not a person.

"This is a prayer painting by Gal Aptus - a protector who defeated his enemies in exchange for his life and whose remains turned into yellow flower gardens. … I'm sure your Highness will understand…?

Radu, who was listening beside Rosa, who had begun to even have a pale grin, breathed.

Leon puts Radu in sight and frowns with a rare and honest surprise.

Hi, this prayer painting seems to have an important significance.

Once again, he stared more closely at the two pictures in front of him, of which Rosa referred to him as the "Protector".

At the center of the painting, a man torn apart from his body looks up to heaven with his vain eyes.

Suddenly, the blood and guts flowing from the wound still swallowed the demons with greed, and the bloated red sphere turned into a yellow flower as it approached the bottom of the screen.

Flowers are never beautiful either, rather the grumpy, melted contours remind me of putrid ugliness.

At that time, something connected behind Leon's brain and he looked up as if he had been played.

- Protector? Instead, you are more of a pus, aren't you?

The fruit of the Protector, pus.

"No way......"

Clear brains were deriving a hypothesis that was instantaneous.

Seems like a rush.

But I also find it sufficiently plausible as an anecdote of the Apt people who worship medicine as a miracle, the religion that sums them up like that.

"Is this… an indication of the formation of pus?

(Hmm?

Rosa solidified with a smile on her face as she asked Leon.

Now what?

But Ladu, questioned by Leon, tried to distort his mouth slightly after he had often turned to him silently.

- That's right.

…………

"Neutrophils, Gal. - It shows the corrosivity of cells in the blood that kill germs."

Leon who goes out of his life.

Next to that, Rosa was also out of line in a different way.

I don't know... I thought it was different.

Roughly the stiff two, Radu explained pale.

"Structures of blood and immunity are essential knowledge for both surgical and internal practice. We, the people of Apt, are beaten into it from childhood in the form of mythology. With a set of prayer paintings and mouthpieces to avoid easy spills to the outside world."

Well, it looks like she made it through there.

With a serious glance at Radu, Rosa had a slight cold sweat.

I have no intention of seeing through anything like that.

"So..."

Leaving Rosa in silence, Leon looked up and shifted his gaze to another prayer painting.

It's a painting of a youth god crying in the center.

Flames swirl around, and the flora and fauna that touch it burn and suffer.

Cracked earth, animals that rot their fur, grass flowers that spill rotten fruit and crawl securely through the ground.

- Desolate skin, hair loss, constant vomiting and weakness symptoms.

Leon felt his spine pop.

What did Rosa say earlier?

That's right.

He said it was the prince, and the king and queen, who wanted to see the painting.

"Is this,... your mother's...?

"That."

Radu still responded in a flat tone to the query with a plundered voice.

"The title of this is an autoimmune" Fuzz "abnormality. An overpowered immune structure runs the power to defeat an external enemy, causing inflammation or abnormality in the body, a symptom that represents that."

(Yeah yeah eh!?

At last Rosa held her breath in amazement.

I can't believe you meant that to an adorable prayer painting.

No words, but he completely left Rosa like that behind, and Leon was talking to Radu with a serious look.

"So you were the first prayer painting you poked at, implying the results of your examination!?

"Implications and everything, I thought I explained. 'This is the right way, so watch closely.'"

"There will be more to the lack of explanation. By and large, on your first day, you threw a spoon saying 'out of the hands of a healer'..."

"No, 'it's not the realm of healers,' I said. Besides, I'll give you an explanation. So I don't know, aren't you guys too retarded?

"I explained...? But..."

The argument appears to have meshed and appears to be a parallel line.

Rin's voice broke in between the two men who tried to eat and hang each other with a rugged look on their faces.

"I brought a samurai!

I brought back the senile maid, Chris.