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

"Hi, Johann. That's unusual. I can't believe you're up at this hour."

"Sort of. After all, when you sleep deeply, it looks like you can wake up. Brother Theo, I thought you were gonna skip class, but you decided to leave."

"Sort of."

It is the next morning.

The children of the East Fifteenth Orphanage had begun to gather in a hall where the largest fireplace in the hospital was located, with a simple breakfast of fruit on black bread.

Even though it's a hall, it's also a work place and a place to have dinner together.

By the time the ten bells ring, many of the orphans will be out to work.

For a moment after breakfast, in the few free hours allowed to them, the "class by the lady of consolation" set during that time was often ignored, but only today, almost all the children were stuffed in the hall.

Theo clasped his shoulder and lowered his back to the chair next to Johann.

"I don't give a shit about your uncle's classes anyway, but if you're that beautiful, you're not talking about it. He said I should leave on the first day or so. Besides, that was yesterday today, and you're worried?... not as good as Brother Bell"

His remarks will probably be the totality of most of the children on this occasion.

They've never seen a girl so beautiful, and that's why when she fell down with a bright blue face like that, she was amazed by its brittleness, as well as stirred up a great deal of haste.

Bernardo and others seemed to put a wheel on it, disturbing it sometime.

I also forgot the tone I was making because of it, so much so that I cursed so hard about Faye on the spot.

However, I guess you thought Rosa's physical condition was more important. Trying to poke Faye and bring Rosa into the bedroom of the main guest room, he ordered the children of the child to watch, and a few hours later, what a priest he brought.

It seems that people can be nursed, but for the first time Bernardo showed them that they were overprotective, the children were distracted.

Theo smudged and sighed.

"Brother Bell was really emotional. Almost a belly-black character... was he such a worthy person to look after someone?

"Hmm. I wonder if that's what happened when I scratched the white part of my stomach and showed it to one person"

Johann also strikes a rather spicy gavel, not suited to his young face and tone.

Looking around slowly and checking the attendees, he looked like that all the time.

"Brother Faye's here too."

Faye sat at the far end of the hall, in the chair furthest from the fireplace.

The Berks' Johanns can't read his emotions very well, often expressionless, and with an oriental face, but today they know perfectly well that they are wrinkled and grumpy between their eyebrows.

"If you don't like it so much, I wish you wouldn't leave"

"No, no, Brother Faye, that's the one I'm in need of. A little harassment was meant to stun the girl. If the other guy tells you to go to class, you'll be out for a week or a month. On the top of the Buddha."

The two whisper at each other and flaunt their shoulders.

And Faye, who seemed to have felt his gaze, had turned a glimpse of the glimpse, so they rushed to correct their abode.

(-... Hmm)

As a matter of fact, I'm glad to say Faye's in a bad mood.

That's right, even in the singularly supposedly "orphaned," his treatment of not having Berk citizenship as an immigrant child is one step lower than that of other children, a condition in which he works twice as hard as they do and finally gets a line of pay.

Inevitably, working hours tend to be longer, because morning free time, compared to anyone else, was invaluable to him at one time or another.

Still, I let this time go because, for one thing, the girl who accidentally stunned the addition or subtraction wanted it.

There's my mother, and he hates a creature called nobility, but more than that, he hates a human being with hands on a woman.

I couldn't have stayed in that frame.

And the other, right after Rosa fell, Bernardo cursed himself violently and said, "You don't deserve to go to class! 'Cause I threw it away.

Faye now would not have answered if he had told him to leave, and if he had told him not to leave the other way around, he wanted to go to class no matter what he did.

Anyway, I wanted to do the opposite of what Bernardo wanted.

More than yesterday's incident, from Faye's point of view, was only provocation.

If it had been Bernardo so far, then surely he would have gone mad - he is a boy who fights fast on the outside and on the back - and would have been instantly beaten up by Faye.

That way Faye also responded, beating each other until we felt comfortable with each other, and so, being a knight of our own accord - and more importantly, a knight who killed my mother - that's what I thought, trying to flush her down into the water.

So to speak, it is the solution to the lower town stream.

But when it comes to Bernardo, it won't break the tone in front of Rosa.

"Sister," "sister," "sister," "sister," as if you forgot about your fellow citizens in Lower Town, etc.!

(Hmm. How could I be so relieved of my hard-won boxed daughter)

Sometimes Faye, who sells goods near the opera house, sometimes encounters a race known as the Noble Lady.

Turning to him with a non-Berk appearance, they turn to mockery and sometimes throw leftovers of confetti, who, in front of the man of their minds, turn to a sobering, hypocritical grin.

With all those people in sight, Fay's portrait of an aristocratic lady was even worse than Johanns'.

Dirty nature, arrogant, self-righteous people.

What the hell can they be taught?

Faye was overwhelmed with sarcasm and glanced over the hall.

Perhaps, no, for sure, as anyone in this orphanage, there are no humans who expect today's "classes" and do it.

It's just that Rosa is so beautiful, and because of one incident yesterday, most of you will have a face that I thought I'd give her a little look at how things are going.

The front door opened when he thought considerably about how many people were left tomorrow.

It's Rosa.

"Good Morning"

Apparently he was escorted by Bernardo until just before, and by a priest who said the rest came at dawn.

After finishing a whispering response like "I'm fine now," in front of the door, Bernardo and the priest, the worried face, eventually entered the room and turned behind the hall, as if to oversee the occasion.

Rosa watched it with one evil looking face, but shook her head and grinned.

"Last night, I apologize for the disturbance. Now that we're all better, let me give you a class."

When I deeply apologize for yesterday's disturbance - they were uniformly surprised that the courtier bowed her head to the children of the lower town - I stand in front of the fireplace as I tide my cheeks and take out my class tools.

The hard work comes through the hives, and that's it, just enough that Faye is out of venom too.

I just saw something the girl took out, and he followed, deepening the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"Okay, let's get started. Today's theme is here"

So Rosa spread out the portrait of the present king and his wife, which most of the people of Berk had seen.

The brush as if it reflected the sight of the naked eye was at the hands of one of the best painters of our time, and all this painting is widely known to the people, and the simulation is encouraged by the permission of the country.

Thus, even in economically disadvantaged lower towns, this painting alone had many opportunities to see, and parents often pointed to what was depicted there and taught small children the names, colors and alphabets of objects.

So does she even try to tell you the names of things, or does she do as much as ask for the names of kings and painters?

(Every time I think about it, I wonder what a nobleman is)

Faye sighs fed up.

They're licking too much about themselves.

I'm working this year, and the children in this room know the names of painters who can read and write, no matter how pale they are.

Faye finally abandoned her efforts to look forward and began to scowl at the paper and pens - fine ones.

I don't draw much because I rarely get paper, but next to fighting, I like painting.

As I was making sure the pen was comfortable writing, Rosa, who pointed to the painting,

"Now, how many do you think there are on this picturesque occasion? Let's count."

and childish inquiries, so he has distorted his mouth.

Do you think I don't even know how to count?

"So, with chestnut hair... uh, Johann-kun, was it?

"Yes, yes, yes, both of you."

Johann understood, and in a young tone he bothered to make it count.

Rosa gladly slapped her hand - and shook her head in a flamboyant manner.

"Too bad, no"

Eh, the hall squeaks slightly.

I'm sure that's when everyone felt the same confusion as Faye.

Any other opinions? and the water was turned, and the children began to stare at the painting as they panicked.

No matter how much you look at it, there are only two depicted: the King and the Queen.

Now, someone replied "one person" as to the trigger not to count the Holy King as a person, but it was also politely denied, having been confirmed of intent.

The troubled children asked me to answer the number of angel statues depicted in the background and the number of books, but they also said it was different.

When the answer was completely out, Rosa looked at this one.

Clear everywhere, purple eyes.

The big eyes, without scorn or flattery, are on pure favor, glittering.

"Faye. How many do you think there are? I want your voice to be heard."

At first Faye wondered if she was stupid or making fun of this one.

But soon, I changed my mind.

'Cause her eyes, they host too much intelligent light.

At the same time, those eyes were shooting this way too straight.

As if to expect.

Just as they say advanced answers to advanced questions are naturally returned.

Faye only looks at the portrait again and rebuts Rosa's query.

- How many people do you think are on this picturesque occasion?

And I answered.

"… three"

"Well! Why?

"With the king, the queen,... and then I saw it and left it in this painting, because I have a painter"

There are two paintings, which means there is the other one who stared at those two.

As soon as possible, children's breathtaking sounds can be heard from the ends of the hall.

"It's great," Rosa smiled as the flowers burst as she tided her cheeks.

"Exactly. There is always in the painting, besides those who are depicted, those who have depicted it. No, maybe the painter had an assistant, and His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Queen's neighbors refrained from doing so in this same room."

So technically it could be a mistake to be the three of them, but she added in a prank, peeking into each and every one of the children's eyes.

"Whether it's a painting, a novel or a rumor. That what we see and hear is already joined by someone's editing. Understanding it and thinking about its intentions is called 'imagination', or 'interpretation'. Human beings who can do this can live a few times richer life than others"

The voice is clear everywhere, there is no sweetness whatsoever, like an adult speaking to a small child.

Poor children in the orphanage, I could see with my skin that they were treated as one equal person, not one, and everyone on the spot started staring at her, unconsciously, eating her in.

"Every event in front of you is a story that awaits your 'interpretation'. So let us not gaze at the open pages, but look carefully between their lines."

Rosa let him snort slowly so as to respond to the glance.

"If you've seen a picture, consider why that number is, rather than counting the number of things that are depicted. Why that color is used, why its size, and why its position. Because it always makes sense."

Tension and enthusiasm fill the hall, which is usually just bothered, as if it were a pinched yarn.

Faye, they noticed.

For the first time now, we are trying to touch one end of something called "upbringing".

It's empty, old and useless, unlike such an image, which she's trying to give, what an - exciting thing.

The girl with beautiful purple eyes had an angelic sober grin and told her forcefully.

"In my classes, consistently, I build my imagination"