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

"Rosa, aren't you thirsty? Before His Royal Highness Chris returns from government, let's start preparing for tea time one foot away."

Early winter's mild sunlight plunges in, a noonday detachment.

Anton, a priest of beauty surrounded by fine condiments but perfectly shameless by them, spoke quietly.

"Well, Ant...... Father Antony. I won't bother your hand. The role of consoling His Highness Chris is only what I was commanded to do. I should also prepare tea to moisten my throat."

Then the girl, who put together her beauty as if she were an angel - Rosa, too, stood up truly and began to choose tea utensils and tea leaves from the upper section of the room's decorative shelf.

The white, laid-back hand was about to pick out a tea leaf with the rose petal Rose Petal without hesitation, but it was stopped by Anton, who raised his arm with an elegant hem.

"No. It's not very forgiving, such as letting a little lady stretch her back to work. Please give me the honor of keeping the little lady away from the hard work and protecting her smile."

Saying so, he was about to pick out the lily-scented tea leaves that were subtly added to the lower section of the shelf.

"Come on, Rosa. Let me brew you some tea. I'd love to have some tea."

"That's an odd encounter. I have some tea leaves that the priest would love to eat."

Both, with a grin on their clean beauty, stare at each other.

From the side, it also seemed as though a working and caring beautiful man and woman were thinking of each other, but the reality of the

"... drink my brewed lily tea without saying four or five. Why can't you tell the excellence of the stew that leads you and His Highness Chris to put the same fragrance together after consuming a strong fragrance of tea?

"Stop laughing. Father is the fourth five. Don't say, drink rose tea. It's absolutely justice to count the rose petals left in the pot along with Ikeoji and His Highness Pundere."

It was simply a confrontation between fanatics pursuing roses and lilies.

They narrow their beautiful eyes and eventually slip away from their sight.

And at the same time, leaking a small tongue punch, he grabbed the ordinary tea leaves that were in the middle, unmade, and threw them at the prep table.

Three days already since Anton came to the outhouse.

Whenever they look at each other, they try to drag each other into each other's swamps, to the detriment of each other.

(Damn, today is the day I was going to ask my uncle to take rose ingredients orally......!

Moving in front of the decorative bookshelf, Rosa bit her teeth plush as she subtly adjusted the position so that the male protagonist's novel stood out.

Anyway, the rose tea I bought for today is something to keep.

Now the famous male tea master raised and dedicated tea leaves for childhood tamed men.

A man of everything, originally a famous pottery factory called Dilsen, worked with childhood taming, but he jumped out of the workshop in a way that betrayed him, apparently going the way of a tea teacher.

But I couldn't stop thinking about childhood taming and growing tea leaves bearing my friend's name with the wish that "one day, in the cup he makes, if you could drink my tea".

What a multidirectionally aromatic tea leaf.

I was going to enjoy its scent height and tell you about its origins, so that you could taste the beauty of the rose both tastefully and narratively.

(What a formidable enemy my lily contamination stop is full of as opposed to encouraging rosemary naturalization)

Yes. The Anton Rose Naturalization Plan was difficult to navigate.

Because just as Rosa tries to teach Anton the beauty of the rose, so does her opponent set up to imprint the beauty of the lily again.

If you are aware, it is designed to tie Chris and his hair together, or he is directed to make his clothes the same color, or he is seated close.

Well, Rosa also wants to believe that this battle is mutual because she's inducing Anton to indirectly kiss Bernardo and Chris, make him say the same line, and make him face it.

(Beltane is a boy, so although his uncle's demon hand never reaches out, His Highness Chris, speaking of girls. I have to protect you from being accidentally dyed by lilies. For the time being, we should give priority to Maori, who prevents liquefaction, over the other person's naturalization.)

Rosa sneaks her fists together.

I was remembering three days ago as I remembered Chris, who was almost done in government and would be back for a tea break.

"Huh? He - you want Father Antony to stay out of the palace for a few days?

Three days ago, Chris waited for Rosa, who had returned from the opera, glittering with the clock.

Chris seems pretty worried about Rosa jumping into the fire if she had a burning book and fainting healing if she had a sick people, and if she crossed the curfew for even a minute, she was still breathing the other year trying to ban her going out.

While he was relieved that he managed to return within the curfew, when Rosa introduced Anton, Chris blinked his cat-like eyes.

It should be noted that since it is only a person named "Antony" who qualifies as a senior priest, Rosa and the others had decided to treat him not as his uncle Anton, but only as Father Antony, on the carriage home, and had introduced him as such.

I haven't worn a lot of disguise except for glasses, and I was concerned that they would spot me lightly, but surprisingly, neither the gatekeeper, nor the guard, nor the knight with the outhouse, nor Princess Chris, would have realized that Antony was a "lily pig anton".

It would also have been significant to have shown the crest and holy garments guaranteeing the identity of the senior priest, but I still believe, as Rosa, that the most important factor would be this dramatic change in appearance.

Anyway, in that context, Anton had no identity problems during his stay away from the Palace.

And then there's Chris' one heart.

His Royal Highness, the princess who hated lies and malice, rubbed her inner temper that if she had seen through her immense nature, she would be gone, but in fact, Chris initially showed a difficult color.

"The ID you showed me is real. Many royal families, including my mother, take care of the 'Holding Father' and make it one of the acts of charity, so of course it's no problem to have a priest stay in my detached house. Rather, it is even to be welcomed to accept the priest of St. Julia, who has a reputation for strict commandments…"

So she touched her hair, cut briefly together like a boy, and clasped her shoulders sarcastically.

"St. Julia's teachings are stricter than those of the Berk Orthodox Church, would they ask women to be chaste? It would be better if the priest stayed in the dwelling of a man like me."

Chris seemed concerned there that he could still accept himself to behave like a boy.

"Nor do I now want to defy the mischievous' princess' statue that is required. But instead of being ordered from the field, I want to decide my own way, over time. Even if it were based on piety, such teachings as Jin-sook and 'Happiness of Women' would not work for me. I'm sorry about the priest."

The point is, I'm sorry if you're a priest who preaches to be "feminine."

Rosa got annoyed when she heard Chris say it, and she wanted to beat her own cheek that she'd never thought of responding to before.

(I wonder why you didn't notice! Your Royal Highness's words are good too. Humanity's loss to drain His Royal Highness's men's clothes and unleash the ideal pundeless beautiful boy. It's a foolishness against humanity...!

Of course, 80% of the regrets were in terms of "why didn't Chris' complex mood be taken into account," but "why did he draw in the rebel forces against Chris' men's clothing".

Again, you shouldn't go after the two rabbits.

I really wanted to see the entanglement between Ikeoji and Bernardo, but I wanted to multiply everything with Leon and Radu, but in exchange, if I lost Chris, the pundele beautiful boy, Rosa wouldn't die.

Again, there was no Anton's out-of-court stay here, even with the gesture of translation-

And, when Rosa consolidated her sad readiness, an anomaly occurred next door.

Until then, Anton, who had kept his courteous silence, suddenly fell to the floor.

…………

No, he seemed to have collapsed from his knees, and the fruit was that he was kneeling on the floor.

Press the base of the thumb of the gripped left fist against your forehead, and the right fist against your chest. It is a priest-specific attitude, in which you push a blessing from heaven on your forehead and offer your allegiance to heaven overflowing from your chest.

(So kneel!?

Rosa hurries to kneel beside Anton.

"Anto, Father Nee! What's the matter?

"of the male victory... selfish and serious my princess... adorable..."

Rosa could only hear Anton whining very quietly as she squatted.

If you look closely, he seemed to be in a kneeling pose, simply rubbing and holding the base of his nose with his left hand and scratching his chest with his right hand.

- This one.

Hiccups, and the edges of my mouth cramp.

Chris is a rose officer for Rosa, but you mean he can be a lily officer for Anton?

But faster than Rosa could get in the penetration, he lifted his face softly, opening his mouth.

"No, Your Highness. I don't even want to push you into the pale shapes of old. rule this breast, hanging in the name of the Virgin Mary Julia."

The eyes behind the glasses hold a hot light and the expression is sincere everywhere.

To Anton, who deceived her sudden squatting as if it were to spin her vows, Rosa shook her lips with a flinch, but his words themselves seemed to be free of lies.

Because Chris, who is supposed to spot lies, stares back at Anton quietly.

"You..."

"It's sincerely true. Even if you try to behave like a boy, no, by doing so, your lucid way of being stands out all the way. I think you're beautiful, and I'd love to help you in the way you want."

Speaking out of clarity, Anton will appear to be a devout religious man who, beside him, softens the ugliness of his soul without being imprisoned by his appearance.

In fact, Bernardo, who was holding back on the wall and listening, also has his eyes open, as he admired.

But only Rosa knew.

(Uncle...... you just thought of a beautiful girl in men's clothes as an ant as your current word, a lily character placement......!

As a certain kind of fellow, it became understandable that Anton was merely praising Chris at his own convenience.

"Hey, what, such an exaggeration... eh"

Chris, who understood that Anton's words were from the heart, turned his face bright red and turned his back.

"Well, if you're not going to preach loudly, you're a senior priest, and you can stay a few days. Beth, it's not like I was happy with my current words!

"Gu......"

Perhaps Anton can also understand the concept of "pundele".

I scratch my chest again at Chris for blushing and twisting things.

(Again! That's how! Your Highness pleases me......!!

Of course Rosa, too ideal for a punder, got her heart squeezed tight and accidentally, like Anton, held her chest and squatted.

Nearly, it is the completion of a diagram like that of a priest and an angel kneeling.

Flushly, to Chris, who showed tolerance, Rosa, who thanked him, seemed to have knelt down and had no problem pictorially.

Thus, in a truly sober way beside him, Anton's out-of-home stay was decided -.