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

Well.

At the same time, Rosa, along with Anton, had returned to a room addressed as the main guest room.

"Oh, what a fun class. From this orphanage, there seems to be a future in which brilliant rotten gentlemen continue to emerge. It's really great to have a life of 'adorable' activity."

Rosa groans to see.

Even though I appreciate just being able to educate future children about corruption, I could observe Bernardo's "husband" up close, and he showed excellent imagination and even found out that he had the gift of a divine painter.

With pleasure as if Thanksgiving and the Harvest Festival had come at the same time, Rosa couldn't contain her grin from earlier.

Anton stared with a subtle expression at Rosa, who flaunted her mouth beside her and encouraged her to prepare for the next day.

He really wanted to ask me something.

"... that. I need to ask you something, Rosa."

As for Anton, he thinks that ten or eighty-nine, "Rosa's tragic past" would be a mistake around him.

Because I can't believe she was so heartbroken when she sang so much about her life and pierced her unique values into My Pace.

However, if even a grain of wheat has the possibility of doing so, the question should, as far as possible, be made as gentle as possible, avoiding strong words such as "abuse".

Anton cut it out carefully.

"You, uh... life in Count's territory, was it peaceful... satisfactory?

"Yes?"

"I mean, what, was it safe, was it mentally stable?

Anton was going to pick the words quite a bit, but as it turned out, Rosa looked suspicious.

From her point of view, we were talking about "adorable" activities because suddenly we talked about living standards.

(No, more than my uncle being my uncle, could this also mean an extension of the 'adorable' story...?

Just as Anton thinks of Rosa only as a rose fanatic, Rosa also thinks of Anton only as a lily fanatic.

Now, at Langheim, she leaned her neck for a while, understanding whether the "adorable" activity had been accomplished or the main thrust.

Although life in Langheim with a low "adorable" supply seemed calm compared to the recent environment of repeated spikes and sudden descents of emotions, when I met the "offensive" army at Beautiful Star and ravaged all my ideal situ.

"Right. Now that I think about it, was the spirit stable..."

"Oh well."

"Oh, but you can't even say that. After all, it was a very young thing at the time, so even if I could manage to enjoy it now, I would fall unbearably, and so on."

"Eh."

Anton fades slightly.

Rosa didn't notice it and put one hand on her cheek.

(Now I'm flat out saying, 'Fay x Bell!' and so on, but at the time your hands were even trembling to write the symbol 'X' between the names of your lords. I was a beginner.

The sensitivity of young children, and finally, concentration, is even more insignificant.

I remember the days when I forgot to eat too much to observe the men in the mansion at four or six o'clock or immerse myself in a rotten reading, and Rosa got her eyebrows hot in an inexorable nostalgia.

It's a shining youth.

"I can't get a moment out of my mind, I eat, I don't even sleep, I lock myself in my room all the time. That happened, too."

"Oh, that's...!

Anton became more and more anxious to Rosa laying down her moist eyes.

Oh, no way.

I thought it was the nature of this girl to look delicate and its performance weather, but the truth is that she has gone further behind and had a miserable girlhood?

"Oh, my God, you've had such a tough day..."

"It's been a really fun day."

"Huh?

But at the end of the day, a decidedly unexpected phrase was added, and Anton sat down before Kakun.

"Now what...?

"Huh? So although there was less' adorable 'supply than now, it was a really exciting, fun day due to my childhood sensitivity,"

"What? Talk about what?

"Huh? We're talking about adorable activities, right?

The two stare at each other with the same bewildered look on their faces.

Eventually, Anton, who realized his mistake earlier, caught his lips cramped.

"... no. I meant to ask you, have you ever been drained of a meal in Langheim, locked in a dark room, or violenced?"

"Yes!? What, suddenly? Isn't there? Oh, no, there were things like voluntarily forgetting to eat, pulling cages for a few days,"

"... sneaking off to the Count's room at night or something?

"Hey, how do you know I was stealing and reading Spring Books when my father was drunk!?

breathtaking all the time, and looking at Rosa with her mouth covered with both hands, Anton pressed silently.

Now I kind of know the truth.

feels the force coming out of my knees. Anton poked one hand at the nearby table and covered his forehead with the other.

"Give me a break...... Hey, me, I really can't apologize to the Count anymore. Rosa, it's you. It's you..."

I want to grab this girl's shoulder with a decent face and shake her hard right now.

But Rosa said it was a bad idea.

"Um... I don't know, even some odd misconception about me?

I heard him ask, and momentarily, a swirl of thought quickly rolled up behind his brain.

Normally, you should snort "Exactly" here immediately and let Rosa know how tragic the past is being fabricated by the surroundings.

(But... think about the intensity of that intense assumption (filter) around you and the power of this child's own, strange tour)

Anton asked himself again, including himself earlier, that he almost believed in Rosa's cruel story.

I just tried to tell Rosa the status quo and make her deny the fact of the abuse, and I was wondering if the surroundings would ever believe it.

"Um, what, do you think my father skipped my meal? If so, it's a misunderstanding. That's just that I forgot to eat myself... I'm bad...!

(You can't)

Looking at Rosa, who proclaims as if in a hurry, Anton decides to become an eye like a dead fish.

Only on the outside, but such a poor girl, only on the outside, but so healthy, where I moistened my eyes and claimed, it just seems to cover the killer.

"It and this are due to my heart being thinly dirty -"

"Stop."

In the meantime, I thought Anton would just stop letting Rosa deny it herself.

Knowing her rotten behavioral tendencies, I finally understood the truth by listening to her story to the end.

If you're teenage men who sanctify the girl, and are boiling with love and justice, it's not strange to take a sword and pop it out in the middle of the story.

At the moment, I left the room angry at Anton's attitude last night, such as Bernardo.

(To Bernardo, His Royal Highness Chris, His Highness Leon, His Highness the Healer, Your Majesty the Queen... yeah, no one and he are all emotional because of this)

Anton slurred when he thought of a rash of obsession with Rosa.

Carrying things poorly just feels like things are going to get messed up.

First, it would be wise to make sure that Rosa's nature is well understood around her, and then reveal the truth from third parties.

"Uh, Rosa. There are rumors like that in some parts, but don't worry about you. Or don't do anything. Please don't touch the subject yourself."

"Yeah? But if I deny it myself, it's quick..."

"Yeah, don't do anything about it anyway. If you dare, actively show your passing hobbies and behavioral tendencies around. At that time, instead of masturbating yourself as' rotten 'or' thinly dirty ', you describe it positively. Look, that's the first step to world peace."

When Anton told her in the face, Rosa held her chest down as if she was "well" impressed.

"Positively spreading rose love is the first step towards world peace......?

"Wait. I feel so wrong about the summary."

Anton, who sensed the crisis by instinct, hastily stopped it, but earlier than that, Rosa flipped a crease and hemmed, putting her hand on the window.

"I don't know, but I get it. Talking about rose love in high spirits is the best thing I can do now, isn't it? Then let's shout to the world now, that my reckoning cap is Fay x Bell - ahhh!

"Now what!?

"In the shadows, you two!

Turning because she was about to open the window and scream, Rosa let her cheeks stick to the window perfectly, lurking her voice.

"Beltane has a harsh look on his face and tells Faye something... This is a couple fight...? A trial is about to come to a sober love now...?

"Are you stupid? Sober love can only be established between women."

"Ah, now Faye has brutally shaken Beltan's arm off! That's terrible......! No, just calm down, Rosa, and I can think of enough developments from here to make up with a big hug and a kiss."

"Calm down."

Anton barges in softly, but Rosa no longer listens.

Now Anton became a distant glance at the girl who bumped and grumbled that she was still a thief cat position, etc. even a training ground where he suspected cheating.

He can't understand Rosa's sensibility in applying the word "crazy talk fight" in situations where the two men argue.

Mostly, at this time, if that Bernardo is hostile to his fay opponents, that's definitely what he thinks of Rosa.

I can't hear their conversation from here, but without having to pick up the words, Anton, who could imagine in an instant saying, "Anyway, I guess I'm telling Rosa to apologize or something," so leaked a smudging and smudging sigh.

"Rosa, you really only think about roses. Don't you think those two, for example, are arguing about themselves or taking you away from each other?

Anton is a lily believer, but he doesn't even tie his own romantic views or relationships there.

Assuming you've been favored by a woman, be careful.

The redemption rosa is too dull.

I think I'm too indifferent to how much I affect my surroundings and attract favors and concerns.

Speaking of girls of this age, even though I think it's normal enough to enlarge my self-consciousness and just have a little eye contact and float when they like me.

"Well."

But Anton lost his words to what Rosa, hearing the moaning voice, gave back with a funny laugh.

"My uncle. Isn't there someone who likes me before Rose Love?"

"Huh...?

A rustling, nothingness tone of fact.

It was also clear from Rosa's earlier conversation that the content was as unimportant to her.

"More than that, uncle, look! Finally Faye screamed something out...... ahhh, we stared at each other! When the heat of the tangled gaze..."

"Hey, Rosa. Why would you say that?"

I grabbed my shoulder in awhile and returned to the conversation because of the upset.

Because I remembered the ominous comfort, as if when I saw the sky covered with dark clouds.

"You're so beautiful. Isn't it extraordinarily intelligent? Everyone will like you, a wonderful girl. Why are you telling me that?

I love girls, Anton, but only about this girl, I thought it was a good idea to praise her.

That being said, he was in such a hurry to zero out of his mouth the praise he was pushing to kill.

Yes, this feeling is in a hurry.

"What's the matter now, suddenly? Please let me go, in a very good place right now -"

"Rosa, it's important."

The girl frowned in confusion as she turned her strength again as she shook off her arms and tried to turn back to the window.

He stares back at Anton to see his sincerity, follows his opponent's gaze, and strokes his own face.

And then I said, "Uh, I'm the wonderful girl...?," he picked up his own blonde hair and tilted his neck.

"Well, I'm going to brush myself, but brush me, even my real father hates me enough. I'm sure something important to you as a person is definitely wrong."

The way one looks bad and tells her with a shoulder flaunt, she's innocent.

Anton was in such a hurry that his head turned white.

Yes - it's like seeing a child suffering a terrible injury but smiling without realizing the pain, in a hurry.

(Oh well)

And at the same time, I understood.

Why does she, too, neglect favors and favors?

That's because you didn't get it from the person you wanted the most.

(Stupid, it's me)

It was her intention to skip the meal, so it was for a hobby to cage in the room, no problem?

No, at the time, ten or so girls drained their meals and caged them in their rooms for a few days, how did that get through?

Around - the parents, why didn't they stop it?

In fact, wasn't she left alone?

She can judge the ugliness of the men, but can't understand her own beauty.

I'm sure that's because I've never been praised by a family that "should love me the most and be honest with me", not by a person who "is supposed to state a social dictionary" such as a tutor or servant.

So I can't believe it.

Until now, Anton thought Rosa's bluntness was due to her indulgence in a relationship between men, but she must be different.

She doesn't believe in herself.

Because I haven't found any value in myself, I assume that favors and worries are directed at someone close to me through a transparent body.

Anton frowned a lot more at the creeps that made him want to scratch his chest.

- It was me who did this to her (...).

"... really, stupid"

"What, that's the flow to affirm it!?

Rosa glances as if she was shocked when she takes it that she was nodded at by the "I don't think it's deterministic" statement.

"No, well, that's true, but... then why did you bother to say something earlier that you would lift... if you really don't like it..."

Even as I bump and whine, I still can't help but wonder outside the window, "Enough?" I put in a no and stuck it in the window again.

"'Cause, ahhh, at some point, Beltane's leaving. Ugh!

Apparently, I missed the most critical part.

As she moistened her purple eyes, she turned around and glanced at this one.

"Your uncle's idiot! What took the most important moment away from me!? Not really!

"Sorry."

"Excuses, etc. - Huh?

"I'm really, really sorry"

To an honest apology, Rosa has her eyes open as if she had been screwed out of her nose.

Unable to look at its unbearable face, Anton twirled his heel back.

"… I'm still going back to the Royal Castle in Berk"

"Huh? But the royal castle stinks, so I run, but I win..."

"Yeah."

Shortly before knocking at the door, he leaned down, staring at his own feet and whining.

"Yes, but... I was wondering if you just ran away"

and.