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

"Well, look, that seat over there!

"Shit, don't shout like that, you'll notice"

It is at a magnificent opera theatre, where a giant chandelier catches my eye.

There was an eye-catching presence in such a space, where the lights of a large number of candlesticks spinning and the laughter of the people crossed over the fans poured glitter on the glass balls.

A girl sitting quietly down behind her back who can't be said to be the upper seat.

He was seen a little young to head to the opera, perhaps beyond reach of fifteen.

He is dressed in a fine yet simple dress and wears it all the way to the veil, but the gloss of his blonde hair peeking from between, his skin as smooth as milk, and his breathtaking beauty are not hidden.

And now in this city of kings of Berk, when it comes to a blonde girl as beautiful as a fairy or an angel, the first name to be mentioned was "Angel of the Roses" - Rosa von Langheim.

"Have a nice day? I can't believe you're alone in a opera theater for the masses so close to this lower town."

"No, it looks like there's an escort for once. The next seat is empty. Probably a date."

"Oh, maybe he's on his way home from visiting the orphanage in Lower Town with your friend."

The audience whispers to each other that she won't notice.

In his own territory, he was honored as an "angel of roses", doing all he could for his people, climbing the castle and occasionally unraveling the princess's heart, and furthermore, Rosa led him to remission by discerning the sickness of the queen who was lying down.

Exactly, the details of the feat are known only by the nobles, but its beauty and the fact that it is also liked by the popular Prince Leon also tickles the interest of the citizens of the lower town, and the recent capital of King Berk was a takeover with her rumors.

The opera theatre is situated in the outermost part of the neighborhood inhabited by the upper citizens, melting with the lower town, with its location, ranging from aristocrats who enjoy a patience date above to the youths of the lower town who excite themselves on a sunny day below.

Even though it was the implicit rule not to interfere with each other, it was one of the few places where citizens and nobles interacted, and the spectators who witnessed Rosa by chance tried to plant the seeds of rumors at best, sparkling their eyes.

"But look, she's soaking up... is she gonna be okay?"

"This is the first time you've come out so close to downtown, aren't you nervous? Poor thing...... What is the escort doing? Hand wash?"

"Besides, today's performance is the secular opera Opera Buffa. To a girl like an angel, I don't know if it's all right with the content. What do you say we go talk for a second?

but Rosa at the end of her gaze is very softly restless.

From nervousness, I'm making my beautiful face strong, and many times I look at the entrance, I'm dropping my sigh like I'm in trouble.

On a daily basis, citizens who did not have a good impression of the nobility who stayed high also unwittingly glanced at Rosa's appearance, which tickled their asylum appetite too much.

To parable, she's like an innocent angel bewildered by the lower realm where she first descended.

I want to help you if I can, so that that delicate heart doesn't break - seeing Rosa strengthens herself by herself, they accidentally feel that way.

but the truth is, what was Rosa herself thinking?

(Corruption, guffaw! Bell, take your seats off for a long time... you seem pretty excited. I need to talk to him about childhood (...) and what the hell he's so accumulating, you know?

Nasty, grinning old man in a booze seat. Whilst, it was lukewarm to imagine people's love paths.

Yes, Rosa was at the opera this day with her half-brother Bernardo.

Technically, I heard that "a buffa of intense romantic depictions will be performed for sale" - secular, but also with a high male voice ratio, Opera Buffa is a lot more favorite than the robust court opera Opera Celia - and for some reason I was worried that I would do what I tried to do when I was single, and was escorted around.

If I run into any trouble, they tell me I won't let you out for the other year.

(It's kind of me, they still think I'm sick here...?

Rosa wondered, beside her trance, leaning back and neck.

It's been a month since I had one of Kamil's cases.

Indeed, in the meantime, I went through the apt mythology thoroughly and fell down, or fluttered by Bernardo's adorable and adorable words and deeds, but if they're corrupt, they seem to know that they're all because of excitement.

(Ha. I wonder if they think he's more of a danger to the wild than a sickness. This today, too, is more like parole than going out)

Rosa still feels that way and looks straight at me.

Otherwise, they wouldn't say a year's ban on going out or anything like that as much as you've caused a little trouble.

(As, well, fine. My perceived quality is very trivial before Beltan's so-called. Even today, Belle and I were lucky to go out together)

Rosa told herself that, and then again, she immersed herself in sweet excitement.

Because, no way, no matter how close this opera house is to downtown, I didn't expect to encounter Bernardo's "childhood tame".

(childhood tame! childhood tame! Childhood! I want to shout out and scream in my voice over and over again. Berk!

Childhood taming, thinking of the sweet and sour moments when the word brought in, Rosa covered her face with both hands and shook her head fast, without sexual punishment, in her brain.

Oh, my God, when I tried to step into the opera, I was called "Belle" from behind me.

A friendly nickname for Bernardo. A youthful, but calm bass voice that just finished a voice change.

That voice reaches the brain. No, Rosa no longer looked back with a spinal reflex.

That's how we discovered a young man looking straight up at us, far below the theatre stairs, in the crowd.

Is he a cool person, the young man raises one hand lightly and turns his heel back to the sieve and clutter.

However, if Rosa blossoms up to her intuitive image qualities and sharpens her Spring Book memorization skills, there is no such thing as remembering that face that she only saw for a moment.

Dark hair that came behind my neck. Sleek length.

More importantly, obsidian sliced eyes and slightly yellowish skin.

Yes, he's...

(Makes you feel like an "offensive" element, oriental handsome, kitteroooooooo!

Without a doubt, he was a handsome man with a different exoticity than Radu, which made him feel the blood of the East.

Rosa did blow backwards in her brain as she barbed at the top of the stairs.

"He..."

and my beloved reckoning Bernardo, who was right beside me, shrugs as surprised.

"Bernardo. Do you know him?

"It's childhood friendly, from the Lower Town days"

Upon hearing the reply, all Rosa in Rosa made a rattling noise and embarked on herself.

"Really? Childhood. Hey, Bernardo, don't you have to go after him?

"... no, I'll always see you if I want to see you"

"I guess you said that and didn't see me until today. Then you should go now. Because he called me out."

When are you going? Now! Convince Bernardo to show signs of a tour.

"But put your sister down..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that at all. This is already on theater grounds. Even I can sit on my own. Oh, yeah, well, then, why don't I come after you, the childhood trainer?

"Huh...!

When I suggested that I really only lighten the tone ten percent, Bernardo opened his eyes like a little.

Then Rosa was furiously disappointed as she pretended to be calm, as she had clearly told me, "I can never let that happen.

Operation Wild Horse of Love, failure.

Still, you thought you'd rather go on your own than be followed, and Bernardo eventually, when he said no, "Okay, just a little bit," ran down the stairs.

(Nyaaaa! I wonder if you'd even be a reunion hug by now. Or maybe they've lost sight of each other's threads of conversation and can't move while staring at each other. Neither! Very good!)

Thanks to you, Rosa hasn't been here since, although she's been admitted.

My face is tense because of constant waves of excitement, and I can't help looking back at the entrance.

I guess it doesn't mean they're honestly happy to reunite, to observe from Bernardo's whining.

Still, there was no stray in choosing the word "childhood taming". I feel so dramatic there.

Rosa was in a good mood all the time, not knowing that she was gathering worried gazes from around her.

and the opening bell rings to block other audiences from trying to call.

The surroundings looked at each other and abandoned the work on Rosa amazingly, and Rosa also said, "Opening doesn't bring you back...? Rotten, what stories are opening up in real life," he exclaimed inadvertently, switching consciousness and turning to the stage.

Being a noble rotter on as many levels as she does, no matter how much you "push," you can love other roses at the same time.

(I am a noble rotter who can not bring private to rot...!

Rosa must have stared at the singers.

Today's performance is "Love Hands Different".

It is a comedy that there are two chilling pairs of men and women who are best friends of each other, and each man and woman is best friends of each other, but as they run to revive their best friend's relationship with each other, they get stuck with who they are supposed to be best friends with.

The flavor of this work can be found in things such as "The Machine of Love that attracts you even though you know who your best friend is," but of course, as Rosa, you should not have been intrigued by the man-to-man multiplication of being your best friend earlier.

'Oh, my friend. Listen, my grief.'

"My friend's mourning is my grief. Talk to me, like that rainy day ten years ago. '

(Ooh......! Childhood friendliness settings!)

Knowing that a weak "take" (* presume) and an inclusive "attack" (* presume) are childhood friendly, or secretly hold your fist.

"My partner, my teacher. Beat me up, you little fool. '

'No, I know. The intelligence that shines in your eyes, the kindness that also appears weak!

(Kuh, trust in each other that only overlapping years can bear fruit! Good! Childhood is still good!

Shot through by the tenderness of the "offense", which braves the "take" in a flamboyant way, he shook his head uncomfortably.

"My friend, give me the courage, the courage to go see the truth"

"Sure, but come along, let's go beat the truth and do it"

(Yes, youth! Yes honorable!!

Finally, in that scene, where the two shouldered together and sang high, youth dignity broke through the heavens and held their noses down for a long time.

(Childhood, adorable. Yeah!

There is no such thing as.

After all, they had taken all their thought resources to "childhood taming".

At that time, in Rosa's brain, the way the Oriental handsome man I saw earlier embraced Bernardo, who lost confidence and leaned over, was floating.

By the way, on stage, a similar multiplication by a pair of female best friends is shown at the same time, and it was the structure in which male and female voices alternate that was the showcase of this work, but Rosa's consciousness almost shuts out female voices.

"Honorable, I can't... childhood... adorable..."

Melting much of her vocabulary, Rosa squeaked with her handkerchief pressed against her mouth.

Then there, a strange thing happened.

"Honorable, I can't... childhood... adorable..."

As if it were a mountain, the exact same words were heard from the seat next door.

If you look at it in surprise, next to Bernardo's, one man was sitting down.

The passenger seat is dark and not well visible, but like Rosa, she seems to be sobbing with a handkerchief against her mouth.

Sniffing a hunch at herself and looking mirrored, Rosa howled her chest.