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

Dorothea dropped her abominable sigh when she saw my sons confronting this one with a swordswallowing look, as if they were knights defending the princess.

No, not just Leon or Chris.

The whimsical healers, rumored to hate Berk, stare at this one, and even the priests, who are supposed to love people equally, have a hurried look on their face.

Really, I didn't care.

(Angel of a noble and merciful rose, admired by all, eh?...... crap)

I thought it was beautiful to see Dorothea at first sight about this girl that the Leons fall in love with. I thought it was wise.

She lets go of her dress for the weak and doesn't even make a disgusting face at Petronella, who doesn't hide her hostility, and then stands up when she sees her friend, Chris, who is attacked, even looks kind, indeed.

But Dorothea, who had gained quite a bit of experience as the queen of the great kingdom, had such a perfect woman, and so on, it was not believable.

If I were there, it would be a false figure made up of strong calculations or, otherwise, a boxed daughter who knows so little about hardship or malice.

(Come on, take care, you must have been protected)

Like throwing up, Dorothea thought so.

She and I used to be princesses who loved their sober hearts at the same time as their beauty.

When he believed in goodwill, in love, and was beheld by the king of Berk, he left his homeland under oath of his chaste wife.

But how about that?

From the queen of the fatherland, who hated to be a queen, they attacked her every time.

The samurai, who thought she was well-intentioned, was sometimes acquired by the queen of kings, was sometimes severely bullied, and quickly left Dorothea's former place.

All the king wanted from himself was blonde hair and shining green eyes - no, Dorothea herself wasn't even asked, and all he really wanted was a child in a shade worthy of the royal family.

Dorothea, pretending beautifully to invite the king, to connect his blood, only found value in it.

By the way, the garden given to me by the Predecessor is "the flower of the whore" -.

It was her last remaining will to be manipulated of the mud and still make her laugh flat.

To protect herself from poison and temptation, keep the vulnerable maiden away, and place the somewhat stubborn lowercase name - as much as possible without gaps in appearance so that it doesn't have to be attacked, too.

Competent men betray their husbands, so they pair each other up in hostile houses to restrain each other, and they also remember that they monitor it.

If a son is born of mediocre colour, let him flee to his native land beforehand, before he is cut off by the king.

If her daughter joins the King's Prince competition, she will secure an escape route (Kamil) to avoid being crushed by heavy responsibility while standing up to not be licked with a woman.

After I get off the competition, I preach femininity before anyone else in order to make them understand that I don't have strange expectations - that my ordeal as a woman begins.

Understanding and praise finally gave up.

She just protects herself and my child.

But - this girl, who seems to be smiling protected, without knowing such suffering, doesn't care.

Because I feel like I can poke at everything Dorothea's lost.

"You can count on the outfield. I'm only asking Rosa von Langheim. Drink my brewed tea, or not?"

I let him try to hoist the edge of his mouth to provoke him, but Dorothea realized, fuh, that the girl was not frightened at all.

While she is exposed to all this hostility, she stares around the waiting area for her last name.

Besides, I suddenly breathed why, deepening the shade of those purple eyes a lot.

"Miss Langheim, are you listening? You want some tea, don't you? If you can't drink, that's fine. But don't show your face to me again in the future."

"- Your Majesty, that's not much."

When Dorothea says off in surprise, the girl finally looks like she's in a hurry and turns back to this one.

Strangely, however, that look on this side seemed more upset about the ban on proximity to the Queen than it was about being prevented from engaging the Prince.

The girl blinks slowly so that she is ready.

The next time I opened my eyes, the moistened purple eyes dwelt in a clear glow as if it were a gem and shot straight through this one.

"Show me your nature, you said. I understand. I will not conceal what I am thinking now, nor the dark nature behind me, nor will I tell you them."

"... what?

The unexpected reaction screws my nose out.

But the girl gracefully let Dorothea's confusion and other unintentional pointers point far away.

"Me, for example, … I think it's very ayacious, such as that chestnut-haired lowercase and the well-fitted lowercase."

"Suspicious...?

Dorothea frowns, following the tip of her finger all the time.

Among the lowest surnames serving her, they are two of the most competent.

The Dorothea pawns are constantly skirmishing because of the surveillance between the hostile house people, but that's why they can safely put them aside.

"At first glance, you'll look unfriendly. Friendship won't even seem to exist. But to me, this is what I really think. You two really have dark thoughts behind you, and you dare pretend to be hostile so that you don't get distracted from them."

Dorothea was struck by the girl who told her severely.

I mean, is this girl saying that the lowlifes are rebellious and hiding it?

"... I'm surprised you're saying that."

Sudden confessions, more importantly surprised by their content, and if they whined accidentally, the girl shook her head to mock herself.

"I'm just thinking about that. If you dive in your breath and look at your lords, they must be treading off the road, or no, trembling with all that in mind. I am such a man."

"Rosa......"

Chris and Leon call the girl's name to mind.

They received that Rosa was frightened by the man because of her tragic past.

But of course, as Rosa, all of this was just a scumming out of decay.

(I confess, Your Majesty. I am an invincible corrupt man who possesses the delusion of nama even in your lower name. The two of you deduce the Kankanpple theory. Unexpectedly, I've been thinking about it all the time at 46: 00)

I tried to save the jargon before I could measure their level of corruption, but if I were to translate what I said earlier, that would be the place.

Rosa exhaled once after she had found out exactly what had happened.

This is where we come from.

Rosa was ready and looked strongly at the queen.

"And... aren't you too, Your Majesty?"

More and more convinced to see Dorothea open her eyes as surprised.

"I like flashy and lords - that kind of thing is a shallow assessment of being imprisoned on the outside, and the real you, instead of drowning in lust, are you still observing the men who, from a little far away, make all sorts of thoughts spin?

…………

The queen breathed.

Rosa thought, after all,

(Yes... Again, you do...!? Her Majesty the Queen is also a noble rotter......!?

My eyes moisten with excitement.

Her heart rattled and she felt the blood draw from her face, but Rosa pushed it to death and embarked on her first step toward the queen.

"No matter how much you intend to hide, I know. The gaze toward the juniors, the enthusiasm for reading, the tea utensils in the Dilta workshop, the rose flowers planted to hide... the clue is there."

Rosa, of course, intended to provide proof that Dorothea was a noble rotter.

So I never imagined that that sounded like a statement that discerned the truth: "Her Majesty is not really a man lover or anything, but a woman who is full of upbringing, chooses quality tea utensils, and prefers noble roses," he said.

Leon and Chris, who heard the unexpected statue of the queen, look back at Dorothea in surprise and dew.

Rosa finally overflowed her thoughts, pulling through the rose she had inserted in her hair with excitement, and offered it to Dorothea.

"I am convinced that you are a true corrupt man, more worthy of a rose than anyone else. And, please… I think that His Majesty will tear me apart and give me friendship."

The rose you have dedicated is a sign of your comrade, making it a mark of fraternity.

Using this flower as a deed Sign, the Queen and herself become apostles of Rosism, equally hanging their heads under the Rose God -!

Rosa continued, as she floated in the heat.

"Because... you really seem to be looking for someone who... solves your true nature...!

Dorothea trembles all the time, as if she had been poked at the softest part of her heart.

She opened her eyes wide and looked back at Rosa.

"Why, dude..."

There is no longer any danger in a pounding and leaking voice.

Instead, there were surprises, weaknesses and truthfulness, like children who had finally found their parents where they were wandering.

(I feel it's handy......!

Seeing no objection as affirmation, Rosa finally rattles her throat.

However, when I saw the queen shaking her gaze as if I could believe Rosa's words, I intuited that it would take a step forward now to earn her friendship.

"Can't you believe my words alone? That you don't deserve credit for making me your friend? If..."

Unconsciously hold your fist.

In fact, the queen said, "If you want to get close to me, have some mud and tea," and Rosa was just talking about it without doing so.

I would do anything to win the trust of the Decay Lend.

At least, I definitely want to avoid not drinking tea and banning the Queen from proximity.

(Though, I'm sorry that you honestly drink the cup that was served to me and become His Highness Leon's fiancée -)

Thoughts were swirling visibly in the brain.

Dorothea urges you to show your readiness in action.

If you drink mud tea, you can show readiness.

However, you should not drink the Queen's Cup to avoid engaging the Prince.

How do I earn her friendship while clearing all rewards?

(Eh, stay...!

Rosa made up her mind.

He firmly pressed the rose into the queen's hand and took up the cup bravely instead - not what Rosa offered him, but the cup the queen poured out for herself.

(It's a little fried, but even if it's "tea brewed by Her Majesty the Queen", it's not "Queen's Cup", the tea offered to the Lady Me!

I feel against the thrust of the place if I don't put mud in it, so I quickly lean back and try to put the soil that was on the bottom of my heel no.

"Huh...!

"Rosa!?

Chris screams a little, but what, when she manufactures rotten soil, the researcher temperament she has tried the soil several times as a taste, so there's actually nothing wrong with it to this extent.

Rosa's gut breaks down the rot well.

(Think about it, the soil in the winter dead garden is the same as the rotten soil. Let them drink rose tea mixed with rotten soil... even this act is a stepping stone painting to determine if it can rot and rend, Your Majesty!

Rosa didn't even ask to stop, and drank tea all at once.

"Rosa von Langheim......!

Dorothea shouts like a scream.

Rosa drank up to the last drop before quietly returning the cup to the saucer.

"Rosa!"

"Rosa, you idiot...! Come on, spit it out! Look, open your mouth!

Close your eyes, approaching the Ladu who rush to grab your shoulders.

My favorite rose tea of my own choosing contained a little sweetness even though it did not contain any sugar.

Rosa gave thought to the thoughts of the Dilta men who had become one near her lips as she brainwashed her mouth, but well it was a distinctive flavor.

(It's delicious. It's really delicious. Love, untrained, regret for hope, all emotions intricately intertwined, sweet and bitter, clumsy, rotten without help -)

Rotten?

"Rot, and...?

After drinking it, Rosa held her throat down.

I wonder what it is.

Physically, I feel a very rotten smell or a bad aftertaste.

No, it's more fierce, painful than bad aftertaste -.

"-... ooh"

Unexpectedly something hot came up from his stomach, and Rosa covered her mouth with her hands.

Keppo, small.

Scattered in the palm was blood, not diarrhea.

"............ yeah"

"Rosa!?

(Is that it...?

As soon as I saw the color of blood, my vision swirled at once.

I have tinnitus.

Hot. Cold. Ouch.

It's disgusting.

The dull sound that reached my ear took me a long time to realize that my fallen body stood up.

"Rosa! Hey, hold on!

"Poison! Damn, somebody get water and white water, then goat's milk!

"Rosa von Langheim!... Rosa!

It looks as if a fussy crowd is circling around.

In the sounds and light that kept me away, I saw Dorothea bluish her beautiful face and look back behind her in a tremendous shape.

"Capture the last name there! The two that Rosa pointed to earlier - chestnut hair and a good figure!

(Is that...?

That's crazy.

I wonder why Dorothea would say that.

That's what I thought comically, but I felt my body inadvertently hugged hard, and melted somewhat.

"Rosa, you big fool! You're lying, hold on!

The arms that scratch themselves are powerful.

It wasn't the occasions, it made me feel nostalgic and relieved, it was an adult arm.

I think with a hazy consciousness who it is.

"Lord healer! This poison, which does not respond to silver, is not just poison! From the symptoms, it's probably rotten. Made from the blood of a cursed warcraft, it rots your guts, it's corrupt -!"

Blurring to hear Anton screaming in an uphill voice - Rosa loosely lost her mind.