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

"Wait, Rosa von Langheim"

The queen has called to rest.

She stares at Leon and Chris, and Rosa, who is nestled in blue, with such cold eyes that her spine is about to freeze.

Then, for some reason, I grinned abruptly.

"- Excuse me. I think I was underestimating you. Leon and Chris are as good as they can possibly be. I had to do everything I could to face it."

"Huh...?

I can't read the story flow.

Rosa, as well as Leon and the others, frowned suspiciously again, but Dorothea did not go through it unintentionally, calling in her lowest name and making her bring a two-legged teacup.

"Your Majesty...?

"Beautiful, intelligent, and well-behaved. Be merciful, itchy, and stir up your surrounding desire for asylum and affection just by being there. If there was such a woman, everyone in this world would want her son's wife. Though I don't believe I have such a person."

Tell him to sing, then take one out of the tea can that was placed in the middle of the table and brew the tea.

It was Rosa's brought, rose petal tea.

"Let's talk about it for real. I don't like you very much. It's too much, it sticks to my nose. I want to wonder how darkly you're hiding it."

To the animosity of stripping, the table squeaks.

However, it was only in the next action taken by the Queen that people were truly breathtaking.

Dorothea threw it into a teacup - Rosa's cup only - that stood in the hot air as she bent down to her feet and soiled the soil.

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"What...!

"But yeah."

Quietly block the voice-absorbing Chris.

That voice, low for a woman, was full of temper enough to make Leon even hesitate to speak.

"If you can drink this, you can trust me. Whether you're a truly clean woman or not, if you mean you can sip mud to fulfill your will, at least only that you have a strong core, you know. A royal palace is a place like an ambush demon. You need the strength of your core to get upset about your role and the outside world and still keep yourself alive."

Dorothea cringed her throat there, smiling softly sunny.

"Hey, Rosa von Langheim. Drink this and I'll recognize you, too. I put it aside and said I saw it later. What do you think? For what you want, you can drink up cloudy muddy water? Show me your true nature."

To a spectacular grin, the silence of the table freezing down.

But Chris and Leon, who gave me back, immediately peeled their fangs off.

"It's too much fun, Mother! Rosa doesn't have an in-laws to drink that stuff!

"Yes, Your Majesty. What the hell are you doing, because you said you wanted to reward Rosa, and we brought her to a place like this with a weak body?"

Leon, furious with his golden eyes, was even harsher.

"You don't have to bother to admit it to you and others. I can't measure people without humiliating them. What the hell does your assessment mean? At least on this occasion, if Rosa is a better core and better woman than you, no one will think otherwise."

He told him low, like a fierce lion.

"More than you who are given a whore's flower (Tuberose) and drowned in luxury and colour to say you are the Mother of the Nation."

"... if that's how you feel about me, you don't have eyes for a woman. More and more, your opponent makes me feel like I have to identify you."

The opposing Dorothea also gracefully lifts her eyebrows and responds.

Between them, an invisible spark scattered.

(... uh)

Now, Rosa, sandwiched in a formation like Leon and Chris behind her back, Ladu diagonally rearward, and Dorothea forward, was panicking from around being brewed tea.

(Wait, wait, wait, what happened?

From Rosa, after a perfect hater's move to remember self-loathing, she was recommended to wear the tea "Konyaku".

Then it presents a look like an endurance competition.

I mean, as a queen, you want me to drink this or not, it's a little too twisted, and I can't chase understanding right away.

(No, you wouldn't seriously recommend muddy water, so as your majesty, you still don't want me to drink this tea... do you?

Then as Rosa, you can't accept tea from Haha, so there's no problem.

However, if you don't like yourself safely, you can honestly say, "Come on! I wish you'd said," I don't know why you do this kind of thing, but I feel like going into it a little bit around there.

Rosa couldn't comprehend the Queen's thoughts at all, including to the point where she praised herself for "being too much" to continue to lose her temper no matter what she thought.

(Though the tone is tight, you're actually a very appreciative sweetheart or something? Oh, what's that, pundele? Wait, I can't grasp her character at all)

Thank you. I don't think you should accept words and actions as often as they seem.

Rosa came here and finally began to think seriously about what this woman called the queen was like.

"Well, I say I don't have eyes to see. So which one of you doesn't have the ear to ask? You think you've never heard of what rumors surround you that have lowered all the samurai and kept the handsome little ones?

"What's the rumor? I have done nothing wrong with His Majesty the King."

Leon and Dorothea continue to reward each other as they stare at each other.

Hearing that, Rosa tilted her neck.

(... Speaking of which, the truth is, Your Majesty doesn't feel like a man)

As a matter of fact, Rosa, who was observing her last name, had such an impression on the Queen.

Rosa understands because she actually had eyes on her father, who was called Colour Madness.

A person truly drowned in lust is one who can't give up place or time and constantly turns a tight gaze to the opposite sex.

However, although Dorothea is overflowing with colour, she has never had a tempting expression against her last name.

Instead, they even seem to be sending such a gaze, like observing them from time to time, at equal distances to every lowest surname and a little further away.

(Watching, watching..., watching...?

Rosa stifled.

Observe the beautiful men.

If there is no lust there, what the hell would that mean?

(No way... Your Majesty...?

My heart bounces.

In one case with Anton, I felt the letter "Rotten Lend" buried in the ground in despair, which now brings soil easily.

Second, the information that I've overlooked until now adds weight and weight to the resurgence.

Queen Dorothea even said "Woman's Fun" subscription to a book featuring an attacking knight.

The confectionery specially ordered for the workshop included the rose petal Petal.

A white rose that was dispersed in Tuberose and blossomed as if to hide it.

More importantly, the small names that made them pair.

Whenever they whispered or laughed at each other, she was subtly leaning over the gaze of observation.

Plus there, looking again at the cup of protruding tea, Rosa breathed without a voice.

Made by Dilsen Workshop.

Rosa, this is the workshop where my favorite tea leaf teacher originally worked.

The tea leaves made by the runaway youth and the cups made by the leftover youth are now reuniting their destiny here.

(Ko...... what, is this just a coincidence? Or......!?

No, you can't.

Once you start to suspect, everything looks black, no, rosy.

Behind Rosa's brain staring at the cup, the queen's words refrained one after the other.

- Trouble with the role and the outside.

- Dark nature behind.

- I have to identify you.

What if Dorothea is the one who hides her true appearance, hidden in the role of queen or in the image of a man lover?

At the same time, isn't she taking note of Rosa's rotten nature and desperately trying to figure it out?

- Show me your true nature.

And

(What if Her Majesty is trying to see if I can rot...!?

Rosa deepened the color of her eyes and stared at the queen in front of her.