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

(Hugs, get whoa whoa whoa!

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

(Nhicha! Thin! I can't feel the size that fits perfectly in my arms! Ideal to this point!

Rosa rolled bored screaming and screaming in the brain world, then woke herself up much quicker, returning to reality and tightening her mind.

"Please be quiet, Father"

I'm the one who should be quiet, I know.

But Rosa turned to the Count with a chilling glance, ignoring such a fact.

"I don't think it's the end of the year or the end of the year, nor does it seem like a way to treat children who draw their own blood. How about a little shame?"

Rosa, you...

"On this bright blonde, watery eyes. It is unacceptable, for example, to ignore this appearance, which only manifests itself in high nobility. He should be raised responsibly at the Count's house."

To put it perfectly, the Count returned a derisive mockery.

"Ha. To put it mildly, I think how much money and effort it takes to support one child. If it had been since I was a baby, I'd still be expected to grow it as a successor, but who would do it, such as take out rats who lived in downtown for thirteen years?"

"I will."

I can hear Bernardo covered in his back, breathing quietly.

Looking back, he had opened his unusual eyes to a surprise shape, so Rosa grinned and smiled, scratching together all the kindness she could hold.

(There is no lower heart. I'm not dangerous, I'm not. It's okay, it's okay)

Humans, they say they repeat the same word twice when they lie.

Rosa, a lowly burly wanting to watch her thrust grow up close, stroked one of Bernardo's blondes while trying to hide it.

Cat hair. Adorable.

"Bernardo, you said. My name is Rosa. It's your sister. My sincere condolences to you, Mother. We will be responsible for paying for that grave, of course."

"Huh..."

"I heard you died of a disease. I'm sure you haven't even paid for the medication or the funeral yet, have you? Then that too."

Speaking calmly to make him look as legitimate as possible, Bernardo has looked up at this one with an impasse.

Rosa is convinced.

This kid, his eyesight, genius.

"You're only thirteen. It's a year you can't live without adult protection. You may not like spending time with us now, but bear with me. Let's live together here. When you're old enough to acquire the knowledge and skills to cover your own life, you just have to choose which life you want to move on."

"Oh, no..."

Bernardo rocked his unusual eyes and whined in a small voice.

"That's it, you can't..."

"I'm just late for what I should have given you."

When he sealed the objection thoroughly, Bernardo moistened his large eyes.

"Lady..."

"Sister, and"

"... Hey, Sama"

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He pushed his expression to death with considerable effort and used it to stare at his father where he worked too hard to look scared.

You can't lose this battle that hangs the hopes of all corrupt worlds.

I found myself with a corrupt "Force" gushing out of my whole body and a cage of power in my eyes.

"As such, I am responsible for the upbringing of Bernardo. Don't worry, neither the cost nor the effort is going to be borne by your father."

"Give me a big mouth -"

"I mean it."

Rin.

Hearing an unacceptable declaration of objection, the Count unwittingly silenced.

From the daughter in front of her, seeps the likeness of the king's power, even though she is a fourteen girl, and a bewitching figure bathed in alcohol.

(Especially these eyes...)

I noticed myself unconsciously sweating cold, and he almost pounded his tongue.

Rosa's, these purple eyes. I usually have a light shade, but when I heighten my emotions, or some applause, the color deepens a lot, making the watcher feel restless.

It feels as if you are being seen through your ugliness and incompetence.

Sick and dead wife - I hear Rosa's mother's lineage has occasionally given birth to a human being with those, "eyes of truth".

Maybe this of my daughter, too, is such a phenomenon.

(No, don't be fooled. Such big eyes dwell on such a busy daughter? Make a fool of this one... she looks like her mother, a rotten, outrageous woman with sexual roots. Reverse vomiting)

Emotions directed at my daughter are problematic, but the facts you are pointing out are not wrong.

But happiness or unhappiness, who could understand it on this occasion, was not alone.

Now, every servant on this occasion is watching in tears about Rosa, who holds her belly brother unwilling to let her dress get dirty, soak her up instead, and raise her on her father's behalf.

At the same time, I found in my skin that their animosity towards me had increased even further.

"Hmm...... eh. Whatever you want! You rotten bitch!

After all, the Count threw up and left the room in a violent foothold.

"Oh my God... Um, I... eh. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, Bernardo. It's not your fault. Besides, what your father says is the right thing."

Bernardo fades into a series of developments, but Rosa just smiles gently.

In fact, he's a helpless father, but I have to say that only the observational eye that spots rotten sexual roots is sharp.

"I must be more sophisticated."

At least not to the extent that that father doesn't see through the pseudo.

When I whine small, for some reason, the servants moan with their faces covered with "uhh..."

Hi, they're like a reflexively exciting physique when Rosa speaks words like "effort" and "refinement".

I guess the "attack" attribute is overgrown and male hormones are oversecreted.

Rosa slapped her hand in a hurry and changed the air on the field.

"Sa! If so, let's take a quick bath first. Let's get some rest today and work together tomorrow."

Belton, bath.

Yokoshima thoughts seep through. I chewed it too subtly, but fortunately it didn't seem to be noticed around me.

Good, and stroking her chest, Rosa left the reception room in anticipation of the future.

"Hey, did you hear what Rosa just said..."

"Oh...... eh. With such an irrational curse, it is nevertheless important to refine it so that it is recognized by the father, I can't believe... I am, I am already..."

"You idiot! Lady Rosa behaves like a man. What do we do when we cry!

So of course, it was not in my ears, such as the voices of servants sobbing with their foreheads stuck against the walls of the room.