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

"What do you want to hear......?

"Yeah. It's just the two of us now. I'll give you a special answer for anything."

"No, even if you say so, especially what you want to hear"

"All lies. You wanted to talk to me, so you rode the invitation."

I can hang unthinkable words and finally get more confused.

I thought it was exactly what saved Rosa from the red and shameful situation, but could he have had a different intention?

I never wanted to ask Kamil anything, but if I'm supposed to be on some kind of invitation, I also feel like I should ask him some kind of question, as he asks.

(Question. Question...... Well, I'd like to make sure what you think of Beltane... yeah, wait, more than that, I remember another important question)

Rosa, who was twisting questions, reminded me of important questions there.

Is Kamil okay with the perception of "offense" in the first place?

(This is what I came across during the concept of the "Bell Tan Total Receipt Plan," so I was reflexively in the "attack" frame, but when I looked at his original nature again, could Master Kamil just "attack"?

This discernment is extremely important in the context of the forthcoming encounter between the two of us, against Radu.

"Well, the..."

I've chosen too many words. Not really, Rosa and the others have already come to the front of the infirmary door.

Rosa stared somewhat at at Kamil, looking back at him as he hung his hand on the knob on the door.

Dull blonde hair, also looks golden depending on the addition or subtraction of light, amber eyes.

Though there is no royal piercing of kings, his face is neat and noble.

With all due respect, it also looks like the man who diluted Leon overall.

(I mean, if you take His Highness Leon for an "attack" value of 500, Lady Kamil is 350, like...)

In that case, could he be called a pure "offense"?

At least alongside Leon, he also feels he can be relatively "taken".

(But wait, even though I want to hear out around it, I just defined the terms "take" and "attack," which is not a common concept, and how do I describe it...)

When I was alone stuffy, Kamil prompted me in a quiet tone.

"Miss Rosa?

"Well - that's disgusting, but Master Kamil, if you want to be above or below His Highness Leon, which is it?

Camille opened her eyes gently in front of Rosa, who had been cornered and had become a terminal bump.

Then I have a thin grin.

"You know that. - Up there."

(What!)

Unexpectedly, I get a light answer, and Rosa is more surprised.

Is Kamil a man who also has an understanding of his hand?

And is it an "attack"?

Listen, without much reaction to the upset, the door that Camille was grabbing the knob opened from the inside.

"Hey. Don't blur. Come on in. Take it off quickly and let me check for burns."

Radu dressed for long therapeutic clothes.

He has changed his attitude to Rosa for a long time with this enough, even though he was putting together a chill that he would throw away until earlier.

Now he looked like he was also a worrying brother.

"Here."

Radu urges him into the room like he cut a paralysis, but eventually he frowns suspiciously.

Because Kamil, standing at the door, was staring at the breast bowl with some enthusiasm.

"What? When you stand there, Rosa can't come in -"

"This is rude"

When Kamil blocked the words, he moved abruptly.

He pushed Rosa into the room and shut the door behind him.

"Geez."

"Hey, nobody told you to shove me into such a rampage!

To Rosa, who screamed, Radu raises his voice of condemnation.

But Kamil asked Radu without context, with a gentle grin.

"You've already formulated a herb for burns. But - too bad. You are (...) cutting off those herbs because of your daily laziness."

"What?"

In front of Radu, who frowns, Kamil lifts her right hand all the way up.

"Praise your name for the miraculous light that pours into the great bloodline. Peaceful leaves contained in a bowl, fleeing and raising every cuckoo (...)"

- Fluffy

Unchanted, not to say, but with a shorter chant, a warm light envelops the breast bowl.

But that beautiful light made an ugly difference to the herbs that were contained inside.

The herb, which had been crushed and seeped through a clear liquid, once regained its original form, melted and began to reek of rot.

"Nah..."

Radu opened his eyes to surprise, but Rosa, who was also healing, knew exactly what Camill had done.

The herbs were forced to heal and grow in a short period of time, forcing them to decay.

Rosa does it well, too, corruptive if healing.

But I'm not sure why he acts like that.

"Dear Kamil...?

"There are no herbs. So you, thankful to Miss Rosa, can come up with a way to regain the hearts and minds of the wormless martial arts and go pick up the herbs. Into the apt growing all kinds of herbs, huh? With more than a Knight Squadron Leader, you can travel back and forth in less than half an hour."

Kamil's remarks, while seemingly telling, seem to be solitary at the same time.

"It's a strong muscle, but let's talk about Tsuji later. I don't have time for anything."

When he clasped his neck, the rest began spreading the cloth removed from his chest onto the floor, without the reaction of the two of them.

White cloth with intricate geometric patterns, scattered with ancient Berk characters.

It is a substitute for what is known as the "mobile formation", which assists in the spatial transfer of those who lack magic.

"Master Kamil, what the hell..."

Something's wrong.

Too dull a survival instinct finally sounded the cancer alarm when I got here, but of course it was already too late.

"Of course... I know too much about your disposition,"

Camille laughed so quietly, with the power to betray her mild impression, that she dragged Rosa and Radu into the mobile formation.

"Shah... -!"

"Stop... -!"

Even the screams were disputed by the winds that often curled up from the formation, - the three of them, scratching away from the infirmary.