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

On the road back to the mansion, according to information obtained from Lutz, the concealer brought by his father was a boy named Bernardo, thirteen years younger than Rosa by only one.

He says he has the same blonde hair as the Count, and beautiful watery eyes.

She was born of a florist's mother and her parents and children lived in detail in the lower town of Wangdu.

The mother raised Bernardo with one female hand, not recognizing what she had appealed to the Count at the time of her visit to Bernardo, and she became ill last year in other worlds.

From there, Bernardo had been taken by the master of the whorehouse, but there, the Earl who was in Tokyo, came to visit without knowing what was going on.

The master of the whorehouse demanded of him the payment of alimony to date and the pick-up of the child.

The Count refused, but said that a discerning squire had taken him back to Langheim because his angry husband had been forced to push Bernardo.

"Oh my God..."

On horseback, Rosa hearkened to the story with a strange look on her face, whilst inside she tempered her chest violently.

(What a tragedy on you. What if this... the shadowy "take" is here!?

There is no more disgust for the father or pity for the boy.

Because I thought it was a selfish story that my disgust with my father had broken through so heavenly, and that I sympathized on my own with someone who wasn't familiar with the circumstances.

So Rosa just kept thinking purely about whether the boy could be the ideal "take" candidate.

(Though from Lower Town, I am from Wang Du...... Perhaps a sophisticated "take" that makes you feel the wind of the city. Or "take" the twist of growing up in Lower Town. Seriously...... ok...... sexy...... ahhh I can't stop being excited!

Too much palpitations, I think I'm going to faint a little.

Rosa panicked and regained her mind when she was unaware of the smell of rot as Lutz sat behind her.

(No, no. Excessive expectations are not good. If you're drawing your father's blood, there's also the possibility that you're a meat bastard...... Ah, but then there is also the development that the "receiving" of the ill-sexually rooted system meets the honest "offense" and regenerates...)

Again, there's nothing I can do about it because the roots are rotten.

I had no choice, so when I got to the mansion, tempered again to fix my expression, Rosa rushed into the reception room where my father and Bernardo were.

For once, it looks like it, I have to blame all the shapes for bringing in the stash.

"Father! Lutz told me. What the hell do you mean..."

But the voices that made me stretch, they broke off there.

By the sofa, I saw a boy sitting unaccounted for.

"Well......!

(Nho, ho, ho, ho!

Not much excitement, disturbed my brain tone.

There, Rosa's ideal stood in clothes.

Growing loose limbs.

Thin blonde hair, unusual watery eyes.

The jaw line remains young, and the lips that are pulled together feel the strength of a secret will.

I'm looking up at this one in such a way as to be afraid, when it comes to its softness.

Whether you have enjoyed a long journey from the Wang capital or because of your previous poor life, the filth and blurriness are now noticeable, but such things do not deceive this rotten wilter.

The adorability.

A stand-up that tickles your asylum appetite.

Face. Form. Dumb.

With his forged corrupt aesthetic eyes, Rosa determined him to be a "receiving" supernova.

(out of 50 billion! Extreme thrust!)

I'm so happy I'm about to scream, I can manage to hold my mouth.

but the Earl of Langheim, who slowly lowered to the couch about how he took it, hummed his nose.

"You're a miserable rat, aren't you? This florist's childhood charm came with a generous name as my son."

Apparently, as always, he's not going to recognize Bernardo.

The boy in Lower Town said that there was no such thing as blonde hair and watery eyes - and being born in exactly the same colour as the Count.

The servants who were holding back on the wall look just as well.

But where was the Earl's wind blowing?

Leaking dirty spit signals the servant to bring a replacement for the distilled liquor.

There are already glasses and ice on the table, and early on home, they seem to be drank all over the place.

"The big liar's wife threw him out on the spot. But kicking a kid in the ass is bad too. As a noble man, I forgive those who think mercy must be shown, but it is unclean. My nose bends over the smell."

"………………"

Bernardo grips a small fist.

Everyone was stirred up with pity for the way he pretended and trembled, but still didn't get to the point of stopping the Count.

That's all the Count's authority was strong, and actually the problem, because Bernardo was pretty blurry and dirty.

Besides, the servants saw Rosa.

If we accept this boy as the Count's real son, Rosa the woman will no longer have the right to inherit the title.

They were afraid that the good, beautiful, noble lady in the lady - "Angel of the Rose of Langheim" - would damage her identity in exchange for a rat-like boy.

However,

(Well, this meat... what a rambling to my bell! Which one stinks!?

When it came to Rosa at the time, she didn't even consider the shards of that, she was burning a fierce flame of anger inside.

She's secretly planning to run away from home more than she was.

The idea of taking such an ideal "take" in front of one's own aristocratic position could not have existed.

"... even I will be here soon, if you keep your word."

(Talked! What a voice!!

So Rosa stood on this occasion, rather with the intention of fully supporting Bernardo.

I guess I'm not very used to salutations. I can't stand the tone that leaves me only a little young.

I want to hear the thrusting voice closer, subtle, slightly narrowing the distance.

"The Count said he would pay us compensation. We haven't had that yet."

(It's me, isn't it? That's great. That's great!

"My mother was indeed a florist, but she's not a liar. The Count said on that occasion, 'Okay, I'll pay' once, right? Then the Count, too, do not lie about his promise, but at least pay for my mother's grave!

(You're right, you meat! Oh, I did, and while I'm swallowed up by the air on the field, Bell Tan stomps for your mother and shivers her voice...... How healthy! This is the "receiving" qualities of nature......!

Rosa, remembering the kind of shock struck by lightning, desperately pushed it to death, twitching and approaching Bernardo.

(Hey......, just a minute, give me a body touch...... eh. biological "receive" at this fingertip......)

He is no longer a more dangerous person than the Count.

But God took Rosa's side.

"Ha, that's crazy! I'll disinfect that filthy mouth!

So the Earl threw up, and struck the contents of the glass in his hand with momentum.

- Pasha.

So all the distilled liquor lay on Rosa.

Because Rosa, who quickly turned herself over, took refuge in Bernardo, and covered him.

".................. Huh!?

(Hugs, get whoa whoa whoa!

Rosa insignificantly turned her arms around her brother's thin hips.