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

An orphanage backyard is a dimly damp place where there are no flower beds instead of the name "garden," which can only be described as a gap between a building and a building.

However, that place, which just hit the blind spot from the Dean's Office, was not ideal for violent "discussions" or disturbing "meetings," a place that was very familiar to some children.

"Well," Bernardo looked back as he came to that place, which he and his crew used to hoard all the time.

"Shit, you got a cold head, motherfucker."

It is a rough tone, not resembling a poor voice.

However, I could also say that it is a nostalgic tone for someone who can turn it - Faye.

As he narrowed his eyes silently, Bernardo scratched his head with disappointment and exhaled briefly.

I would hardly show Rosa, crude and short-tempered, who he is.

"Are you still mad at me? You have a refreshing face, Tsura, but you don't have the same personality. I apologize for being a knight on my own. But I've told you many times, I wasn't dyed by nobility. Sister... I just want to be by Rosa's side. You already know what she's like, don't you?

That's why I ask, because I stepped on that earlier "class" that Faye must have noticed Rosa's charm as well.

Bernardo himself, a few months after Rosa took care of him, was relieved of the heart he was offering.

Stared at without scorn or flattery, taken directly from the front, acknowledged.

I am offered warm trust, shimmering expectations, and a soft grin.

Each one was trivial, and cliché in words, but how much that affects the minds of boys like the Bernards.

"I'm sorry I jumped out without even asking to stop you and became a knight. But I will never tolerate disparaging that man and hurting him. After this, apologize to her for yesterday."

Bernardo looked at his best friend, but Faye missed his face.

"... I am"

The voice was stiff.

"Sweet, sweet. Unlike you, that doesn't leave you alone. How can you forgive your heart so easily that you've been praised for graffiti"

"Ha!?

Bernardo gets angry at the stubborn response.

Faye glanced away and told him pale.

"Compliments would be sincere. But that's what it is. It's like a spare adult holding on to a kid's painted graffiti. Because I'm blessed, and because I'm looking down on this one, it's an act of doing.... I get a revulsion"

Black eyes that don't let you peek at emotions also appear to seep through the chilling contempt.

On the other hand, the slightest Berk language also sounds as if it is pushing its heart to death.

After years of dating, I realized that my best friend was in a grid that I couldn't even grasp his emotions myself, and Bernardo swallowed his anger all the way through, even though he was frustrated.

"Imagination? Good painting? That's what it is.... What would that be? I don't congratulate them as much as I fall in love with them, praised for something that doesn't even help me with shit"

"... you"

And instead of swallowed anger, with concern on board, Bernardo asked.

"What, are you in a hurry?

…………

My best friend's black eyes open slightly.

Again, Bernardo frowned.

"Ever since I met you in front of the opera, I've been wondering. You look a little pale. No. Because personality, that wasn't originally calmer, but six months ago, at least, you were more adult than me. But now it's crunchy."

…………

"You were like a joke, with a firm face. Even the first person I didn't think I'd care to eat, but then I reviewed it, it was the one who could shake hands lightly. Why this time? Yes, it's stubborn."

Bernardo packed a step away and extended his arm to the other person's face.

"I can't say it well, but, you know, something's wrong -"

"Shut up."

But the arm was brutally shaken off.

"In a hurry? I suppose so. How can you not be in a hurry?

"Faye -"

"I'm fifteen now. That's immigration, too!

Bernardo stretched his face to the words he was told to throw away.

The face of an oriental best friend does not make the emotion readily readable.

But now I know clearly that the flames of anger are swirling in those black eyes.

"At the end of the year, I have to leave the hospital. I don't get a lot of work. Unlike you, Berks. I barely got a church job, but... the contents are the disposal of the remains of the crusading warcraft. The day that comes and the day that comes, when you're bathing in the blood of a warcraft, you want to scream, asexually. I thought I'd stay like this forever."

"No..."

"I have no parents. Words, too, are not complete. Hometown, no more. I can't even get out of this town because I don't have a family registry. Even if I try, there's nothing left in my hands. In that, how can I stay in a hurry? I have an imagination. Good painting. That's what it is! No one can save me!

Bernardo chewed his lips into a blood-soaking cry.

The children who come to this orphanage all have their own circumstances.

Usually they don't take it and try to talk, or compete for misfortune.

From the general perspective of the world, all in all, they are made to be alone with "underprivileged children".

But again, as a matter of fact, there is a thickness of inability among them.

For example, Bernardo, who drew noble blood and was blessed with appearance, was said not to have first trouble with his place of employment, while the sons of sinners, slaves and immigrants, who make him feel pagan, also struggle with the distribution of church bread.

Faye's strength could have made him a knight with a royal castle, but in fact, that's impossible first.

Just because he's an immigrant.

I couldn't afford to "understand" Faye's distress when Bernardo made it easier.

Still.

"... my sister is not a privileged, spare person. On the contrary -"

Bernardo whined small, but cut the words along the way.

It is not something that touches around lightly.

Instead of talking about the past, he looked to childhood.

"Until someone tells me you don't know what your struggle is, but vice versa. Besides, it's better to compete for happiness first than to compete for misfortune."

Behind his brain was Rosa smiling with delicate beauty.

She has tenderly extended that thin arm to any opponent, even though she is infirm and has been badly hit.

As soon as I was illuminated by that sober smile, I remember the path in front of me as bright and illuminated.

Bernardo as well as princes, princesses and exotic healers. Even the girls saved from the pirates and the noble daughters who got out of the bullying would have.

Rosa is exactly the angel of the rose who presides over virtue and mercy, bringing Rin happiness to her surroundings.

Bernardo stared at Faye.

We can talk to him about Rosa's past and her miracle-like personality and encourage him to alter it.

But Faye was also convinced that soon - yes, in the near future, she would understand it herself.

Because he's Bernardo's partner.

When he drew the cloth bag he was throwing out to the nearby ground, Bernardo took what was out of it.

It's white, a bunch of paper.

"Nobleman's mansion is full of beautiful paper. You know, I thought you might like this, so I took it.... My sister says," Draw. "

…………

Faye says nothing.

However, it did not push back a bunch of pressed paper and received it.

"Still."

Bernardo grins, grinning like a light.

It's a postcard nicknamed Angel of Lower Town.

- Shh...!

But the next moment, the angel rolled out his fist at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.

"Let me hit you with one shot, you son of a bitch!

When Fay avoids being aggressive, he quickly turns to kicking.

And the angel leaked an awesome tongue.

"Shit, I thought if I let him hold something, he'd blunt his movements."

"You're the same..."

Faye leaks a grumpy voice at childhood tampering that doesn't suit her poor, innocent appearance and strikes at bruised times.

Bernardo, of course, did not condone the insult to Rosa, even though he said, "Let's go high on each other" in good faith.

but Bernardo said, shabby, "Right?," he lifted a frown.

"I'm not going to change anything. But from what you've seen, I guess something's changed somewhat. That means you can change for as long as you want."

And when he looked up at the sky, which was rising high in the sun, he clasped his shoulders and turned back to his heels.

"It's time for work, whew.... It's a piece of paper that I didn't let go of when I was beaten up. Take care of yourself."

Leave it at that.