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

(Oh, yeah, already! Highest Ugh!

Rosa was knowledgeable.

To the excellence of the children - no, to the fact that they are steadily leading promising and brilliant children to decay.

Yes, of course, Rosa was going to do everything in her power to hone the imagination and interpretation of the children and evolve them into rotten gentlemen throughout this class time.

This "class" she has been working on at Langheim's orphanage is not a charity or anything.

It is a pure pursuit of selfishness.

Until yesterday, while the royal castle was in critical air, and in the capacity of having it concealed, there was some hesitation as to whether it could eventually carry out a plan for the universalization of the rose, but it also disappeared due to Anton's teachings.

Having a hard time is the most important contribution to your surroundings.

If so, as Rosa, she only indulges in the source of vitality and rose love and strives to spread it.

(The path of the noble rotter comes from the enhancement of imagination. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm coming with you!

It was Rosa's own knitted Theory that suddenly she didn't do anything senseless like alphabetize or teach her names, but use paintings and stories to bring out the imagination of children.

Anyone can do it if they have to, like, pack their knowledge.

Especially since the experience of teaching Bernardo in the past, I know that if you are a child in this lower town, you can do it immediately, such as writing at the primary level, or whatever you already do.

If so, Rosa should concentrate only on stimulating their willingness and teaching them the pleasures of imagination and interpretation.

In this way, by developing a habit of reading between lines, of bringing in a different perspective, the advanced brain complementarity is eventually honed, even adorable to other loving conversations between men.

(Oh, I also thought when I taught you the bells, but what a huge potential it is to be children)

The undifferentiated can also be an "offense" in the future. I can also be a "take".

Of course I can be a bystander, no interpreter.

Exactly infinite possibilities.

How about when you feel the pleasure of dyeing that bright white canvas to a rosy color?

Boys have the pleasure of growing into "offensive" and "receiving" parties, and women are often reliable for exercising excellent interpretive skills.

Malta and others, for example, who are once letting them stay in Langheim after saving them from piracy, have at last come to us with short novels featuring pens in their previous additive assignments.

It's a great step toward inorganic adoration.

Until you say "scissors and paste are rivalry ♡" etc, you can say that you are in the second reading phase.

He is an excellent godson.

(Speaking of excellent, you're a fay here. My imagination is out of step. Definitely, he has qualities. That's Beltan's husband)

Rosa chuckled at Faye and decided to thumbs-up numbingly on the inside.

Speaking of greed, I just want you to let me hear more of that beauty during this class.

Rosa stepped on to switch to a subject that would make the debate more lively, and retrieved the next picture.

"Come on, now, let's look at this painting, aware that it's called 'imagination' and 'interpretation'. Ladies and gentlemen, do you know this painting?

It was a religious painting that represented an act of the Bible.

Awareness is high because the Lord God Berk is decorated with paintings and relief in churches all over Berk on the occasion of sending out of the temple the brave men who will come to jihad - later the Berk nation ancestors.

The temple is adorned with many candles, with beautiful lakes outside, various flowers in the sky, and colorful and luxurious paintings.

When Rosa said, "How many of us are here?," he asked, "more than three!," he answered, chuckling.

- So gradually, how many children in the world will be aware of the increased male ratio on the screen?

"Right, more than three. Berk, the Lord God who stands on the right side of the screen, extends one hand and gives blessings, and a brave man who turns his back on him and leaves to the left with a sunny side. Of course this painting is imaginary, so I guess no painter was present at the scene, but still, there would have been numerous angels in the temple and saints serving the Lord God"

Rosa looked like everyone was impressed when she made the children hit with the types of flowers that danced above her and also led them to the point that they were metaphors for "angels of roses" and "apostles of lilies".

"Twelve angels are always there for you."

"But that sounds like you're being watched. Give me a break."

"Yes, there it is!

Rosa smiled to welcome her intentions when Theo, the twister, spoke his tongue openly.

"Let's check out the Bible story here once and for all. You know the episode of" The Lord's Drop Off, "Theo?

"Huh? Uh..."

Now suddenly he is touched by the contents of the Bible, and Theo makes his eyes black and white.

We didn't think there was a man who would ask us what the Bible was about, who was known for his unbelief.

But seeing strong expectations and trust there like "you would know," he earnestly pulled out his memory.

"Only... when the jihad began, Berk, worried about the brave man, the son of the brittle man, ordered only the orchid angel who would conduct the battle, but the brave man was dissatisfied with it and boarded the temple. So Berk blessed him and dropped him off. Thanks to this, the brave man managed to win the battle and build a land called Berk."

"Wonderful, perfect"

Rosa nodded one, then narrowed her eyes there.

"How do you think the Lord God felt when he gave blessings and dropped off the brave?"

"Feelings? Well, come on..."

Blessings, Theo, associating himself from the word, answers and clasps his mouth.

To say that I am honestly pleased with the contribution of the brave man, it was hooked that the brave man turned his back on the Lord God.

If the two were to say they were working together positively, the painter must have wondered if they would face each other.

The Lord God is reaching out to the departing brave.

The other hand holds his fist as if to dampen his emotions.

And it's like...

"Don't go, I think"

I heard him squeaking from behind, and Theo looked back.

The Lord of the Voice was Faye with his cheek wand on.

"The brave, in jihad, are badly injured. The Lord God knows that. So, don't go... I really do."

"Exactly!

Rosa blinked her eyes at whether she was excited again, pointing to a part of the painting.

"The brave man bears so deep that half his body stops moving in jihad. So look, the lake of the temple that mirrors the future will only mirror half the body of the brave passing just around the corner, and it will waver disturbingly"

The children breathed when they saw the surface of the lake, which had been covered with thin clouds from along the way.

"And how many of these candles were painted behind the Lord God?

"Twelve... Ah"

"Yes. Twelve angels. Only the fifth candle is slowing the flame down as it seems to disappear now. Who knows who the fifth angel in the sequence is?

"Orchid... Angel of War!

To the match of the codes, they became more and more oblivious.

Everything makes sense.

Rosa slowly opened her mouth.

"Yes. I'm sure jihad was a tougher battle than it was portrayed in the Bible. The Lord God, who sees everything, knew that, of course. But I can't tell you about that anxiety. Because he is absolute goodness and victory itself. And the twelve angels are always staring at the way the only Supreme God behaves."

The children look at this one with eyes that are no longer like they have been floated by fever.

Rosa nodded deeply and thought.

- You adore it, I know.

Close your eyes yourself and once again give thought to the sight of the painting.

(Belk, the brave man who is fragile but immediately impotent, and Berk, the all-powerful absolute god but super worried about his actual hand, is the oldest successful couple in the world, right? Plus, I can't stop paralysing about this fact that it was Faye who pointed that out again! If I let you go, you'll turn into something you don't want, that grid of knowing and dropping them off...... ahhh, this is definitely also a superimposed answer to yourself for dropping off the bell tan! That's what you're saying!?

He says he's in class, but he's going to have too much dignity and a nosebleed.

When Rosa coughed and switched consciousness, she gradually turned to closing.

It's time for the ten o'clock bell.

At the end of the class, we decide to praise each and every one of them.

It is, of course, to imprint "I am gifted with this hand" to drag me more quickly into the swamp of decay.

"Corruption, gentlemen, thank you for listening enthusiastically. Theo, you swallow so fast. I'm also good at layering myself on the other person's emotions. I'm sure the more you learn, the more you grow."

Theo raised his face all the time, tiding his cheeks.

"Johan, you're very good at reading their demands. The class was so exciting thanks to you. You can give me more of the satire you're hiding from me."

The point of Bernardo's junior was also woven, and Rosa was also looking forward to Johann's good boy.

Having learned that from his remarks, Johann opens his eyes gently and then puts out a peppered tongue.

"Laurent, you have a sharp feeling about numbers. I counted the number of candles in an instant. I'll teach you how to interpret the books tomorrow, but I'm sure you'll be obsessed. Sven, you were sensitive to color. I'm sure you're good at identifying delicious fruits on the market. Kara, are you..."

In the meantime, the children are overwhelmed by Rosa, who remembers the children's names and, moreover, discerns them to aptitude.

No, after the throat was pounding, everyone stared back at her with an excited face.

A strong willingness to learn was now shaking like a flame in his eyes.

"And Faye. Your daring imagination is an irreplaceable asset. People like that, definitely even in the field of art - well!

Rosa, who thought she had been narrowed down a bit throughout the class, braved herself and tried to take a salute to the older Faye as well.

So I approached him, who had been in a seat far away, and noticed something and made a small scream.

"Oh my God! This painting......!

In the corner of the paper handed out instead of the notebook, a picture was painted.

Drawn with flowing lines, as if to test the feel of a pen, it was a figure painting.

It was in an earlier portrait, the King and his wife.

…………

During the class, even if it graffitied the great king and his wife, it could be taken disrespectfully instead of violating manners.

Faye wandered to look for the words of excuse, but listened to Rosa's words that followed and opened her eyes.

"Wonderful!

Because it was admirable, which I can clearly tell is from the bottom of my heart.

(Oh, my God! This painting is truly a novel way to look beyond the rich Berk history of art!

In fact, Rosa was honestly impressed.

Take the paper from the rigid fay and stare at it as it eats in.

"I wonder if you're drawing a stream of Oriental paintings. It's more like a brush than a pen, right? With so few lines, the presence of margins makes the viewer imagine...... It's not a malicious exaggeration, like the sarcastic Calicature, but rather a characteristic by narrowing it down."

That painting, painted by Faye, probably belongs to the harder category to appreciate, the more Berk educators.

Because, unlike the paintings they preferred, painted with lines that were faithful and elaborate to the melee, it was rather flat and simple lines.

However, not satisfied with a Berk publication harsh on the concept of chastity, Rosa, who has stringed East and West spring paintings in ancient times and now, and trained her sensibilities, was able to instantly understand the high artistry of that painting of Faye.

"This painting has a soul. Something is shaking this emotion so hard. Now, with a modest presence, I will not stand in the way of the subject matter only..."

Rosa shrugged and shrugged, then turned around Faye all the time.

"Hey, Faye. Wonderful! Really nice. I love this painting! You have the gift of grace!

And he clutched his opponent's hand gently as he twinkled his purple eyes.

"Please, Faye. Let me draw more of this painting. I'd like to see as many or as many as dozens of your paintings. Let me make this your homework. Well, if possible, what about Bernardo? I'm sure it would be easier to draw a theme, wouldn't it?

I was kind enough to suggest it, but its substance is full of personal greed.

Anyway, Rosa wanted to see the painting of Bertan, which became the hand of this god painter.

Faye, on the other hand, was completely out of line.

Naturally.

Because during the "thankful classes" of the noble lady, I never thought I would be so praised for letting immigrants graffiti many fears and the king and his wife in a way that wasn't Berk at all, either.

"Hey, Faye. Please!"

But - the look on the girl's face is too serious.

There was no contempt in those jewel-like eyes, just pure reverence dwelling, and a white hand touched without any hesitation, because it was too warm.

Faye could not shake off the arms of an aristocratic woman she should not have hated immediately.

"Sister. If you grip so much, Faye will be in trouble too"

Bernardo, who I saw, breaks in with a gentle tone.

However, that fingertip, which subtly removes Faye's hand, was caged with so much force that the joints floated white.

"Oh, I'm sorry! If I did, I wouldn't...!

With her beloved "push" voice, Rosa returns to me all the time.

Faye said he was Bernardo's husband, but he was not too excited, he accidentally had a thief cat move.

Finally, the ten o'clock bell begins to ring, and it is the end time.

"I'm sorry, both of you. But it's true. I thought it was really great. Please show me again. Please."

Still too untrained, she pushed herself back to the front of the fireplace, looking back again and again at Faye's seat, with the kind of forcefulness that threaded her toes into the gap in the door.

(Bertan's husband is a divine painter...... If they paint the side of the bell in that way, I, at last, might take over the printing house and sprinkle the painting with roses all over the continent. Yeah, I don't know what to do, one more thing, I found the point of living...)

I get a twist and excitement, and I get palpitations again.

(Oh, you shouldn't...... graduate, no, absolutely)

Rosa managed to complete her completion schedule while putting live into herself about to faint as soon as she was alarmed.

So when Bernardo came to Faye, he raised his jaw,

"Faye, come to the backyard after this."

He was completely unaware of the fact that the prodigal unfolding of calling in a whisper was going on in secret.