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

To live is to adore.

As long as there's a "guess," it's all right.

Living with such strong guiding principles, Rosa was still bathing in the early winter morning sun that day with the thought of spreading her books with the children by the small pond owned by the orphanage and biting her happiness.

"Dear Rosa! This part of the Chamber of Commerce books, the spending is unnaturally five times more stupid. What, this is fraudulent, right?

"Yes, Theo. This chamber of commerce has been caught once by overstatement of spending. Thinking about reading a writer's habits from numbers is very important."

"Dear Rosa! Leopold II, the wise emperor of the ancient Galtz Empire, was actually a great idiot, wasn't he?

"Looks like you were someone who couldn't read or write. But he had the gift of identifying and drawing upon his surrounding abilities and, more importantly, of being loved by all the gods. Focusing on the character of the person, referring to world history is a very rolling" Tagi "… it's fun stuff, Johann"

'Cause honest kids start getting steady, deep reading thoughts.

"Wow, wow! This rose is already starting to bud."

The rose stock I let plant by the pond began to sprout quickly.

"Ah, Brother Bell, oh no! We've already finished class and even started watering."

"Well, Bernardo. My forehead's bouncing."

"Eh."

The "push" that came out with his sleeping eyes exploded his beauty today, adding sleeping habits and so on.

You get dizzy at the dazzling sight, but when you pay the dirt to get up and heal your forehead for what it's worth,

"Thank you"

As Bernardo came over with a lit uplift, Rosa blasted her spirit with her true face and let that fragment wander into space for a few seconds.

(... marry Me?

Life is wonderful, that's the moment that makes me confirm it.

Rosa calmed herself, "No, it's Faye's job to marry Beltan," and as she sat back by the rose, she looked up at the warm leaking day and gently prayed for her thanks.

It's time for a week of orphanage life.

The kids are totally nostalgic for Rosa and they all attend "classes" every day.

Bernardo stays by my side all the time, and besides, he shows off valuable offshots of blurry language and sleeping habits that were not seen in a secluded aristocratic mansion at all costs.

Every day is fresh, full and so much so that I tilt my neck to see if I could be so happy.

If you dare say so, I'm curious about Anton's whereabouts after a strange exchange the other day, when he really left the orphanage, but, well, even if he left in the glasses Ikeoji frame, the impact could be said to be negligible because Bernardo's first husband's seat has already been filled by Faye disappointingly.

(Faye...... he's really, really great)

Rosa drops her gaze on her lap as she sits down and squeezes her eyes inadvertently.

There was a wide range of sketches there that had made Faye draw as an assignment so far.

He's still approximate, but he still submits the challenge to discipline.

As always, it's the top of the Buddha, and he replies to me when I talk to him about once every three times, but as Rosa, I had no problem at all.

Rather, that reinforces the hard-line impression that he is only kind to his wife Bernardo, so much so that it is preferable.

More importantly, Rosa really liked the painting he painted, and more often than not, she leaked her sigh.

(No matter how many times I look at it, the male character Faye draws is fine... Beautiful beyond reality)

Faye's paintings, though not as realistic as they may be, had something to do with stirring up the imagination of the beholder as they were made up of simple lines, unlike the Berk elaborate sketches.

That's why the boys he draws look a few steps brighter than them in reality, through imaginary complements.

(Uh, I like it. I really like it. Divine painter. I want to see the painting he produces for a day when the sun shines. No, I would like to pay the consideration if possible. I want to support him. I want to be nourished by Fay)

Rosa thought that.

Appetite, sleep appetite, and the desire to contribute to "push" are more than the three main human desires, they are the ultimate natural consequence.

At the same time, being such a chunk of talent, he thought sincerely of the current situation that was tickling in Lower Town.

(Why is it that only a very limited number of people can stand up as painters)

Rosa put her hand on her cheek and let down a sigh of mourning.

Silent, but fast spinning head, sensitive fay.

If you make me paint, I hear that it's a rare dish, and the owner of excellent martial arts.

I'm sure he would have quickly become both a painter and a knight in history, if only the environment had allowed it.

(Of course, as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to support you in the direction of the painter)

As Bernardo's opponent, nobility and knighthood are hungry. Even in order to have a different character from the Leons "Prince Attack," Faye would love to grow up as an artist from the common people.

To do that, let him paint all the time anyway.

Whether it was a response to the inexhaustible contribution of fine paper and pens, or whether she was pressured again by Rosa's obsession, Faye draws dozens of sketches a day to ensure improved technology in this short period of time.

So Rosa strongly advised him to try the church copybook position.

A photographic position is an art position held by the Church that literally deals with everything from biblical copies to the modelling of holy paintings to the design of the Church.

(If Faye were to be in a copybook position, he would be able to become a big painter with experience, broaden his connections and slowly crotch the whole continent......!

And at that dawn, make sure you get an illustration in Rosa's novel to propagate the Rose Love genre all at once.

After all, there is also the problem of literacy rates, because I think it is easier to have pictures attached than just texts, and ordinary people are also more interested.

In order to take a copy job, you need to submit a recommendation from a church official, a recommendation from a senior citizen, and an assignment religious painting.

Although "every citizen can apply" in pre-construction, the reality is that it is difficult to secure the former two, and in the end the gateway is only open to senior citizens.

Fortunately, Rosa and Bernardo, once noble, were able to satisfy the requirements of the "Recommendation from Senior Citizens" part by signing from both of them.

Moreover, Faye had recently been involved in church relations work and said that once a month that church would be visited by a superior priest, so he said, "Don't miss this opportunity! You're getting a signature from that priest!," he burned vigorously, and had just sent him out in the early morning.

The truth is, it takes a cumbersome procedure to meet a superior priest, but about that, Bernardo had resolved by doing a "favor" to a person in the Church a few days earlier.

"I wonder if Faye has seen the priest by now. Nevertheless, Bernardo, you've been very busy with the priest's visitation time. That would be great."

Sending an admirable gaze to Bernardo, who sat down next to him, he hung as illuminated.

"No, I just took advantage of a little learning."

"learning?"

"Yes. The person you don't care about can punch you in the stomach with his fist, and the person you want in can slap you in the cheek with gold," he said. The former was learned in the lower town, but the latter in the last six months. Life is a continuum of learning. "

"Well, Bernardo... you're too diligent...!

"I wonder if that's what Rosa thinks"

Children gently penetrate Rosa, who moisturizes her eyes with emotion.

They also understood that in the past week, Rosa was drowning Bernardo too much.

But in her case, rather than just Bernardo, she doesn't even put her shoulders around every human being, or children, who comes to him.

I would spare no effort to give expensive books and stationery, and I would always pick them up for any triviality and praise them enthusiastically.

More importantly, the warm eyes I felt at mundane times and the fuzzy, light-hearted smile made me feel comfortable, and the children were, after all, completely captivated by Rosa, wondering what kind of love they would be poured into drowning.

"Oh, rumor has it, Faye's back"

and Bernardo, with his eyes caught across the gate, looks up.

Rosa also admitted Faye's appearance one beat late, making her face shine all the time.

"Faye! Welcome home!

It's always the case that you don't hear back from me when I call.

Rosa didn't care yet and ran over to the gate.

That said, it's a small garden, so it's a few steps away.

"You were fast. I was just talking to Bernardo about you. Did you see the priest safely? I got your autograph, didn't I? Did you show me the religious drawings of the assignment? How could you praise me?"

Faye answers nothing and tries to go straight into the hospital.

But Rosa didn't care much about the tail until she touched his arm.

A priest who has touched on many religious arts and has trained his aesthetic eyes cannot possibly miss this lump of talent.

Naturally I didn't doubt that I would have been able to secure the recommendation, but I would definitely like to know in what terms it was evaluated.

"Novel or oriental? Breakthrough? Could it be a talent beyond the realm of a traditional copybook position, what a surprise?

…………

"Hey, I still haven't been shown which scene of the Bible you woke up in the painting. I gave up the best to the priest, but the second... is also good for Bernardo, but about the third, I wonder if you could show it to me too. I'm sure it's very nice -"

"Let go."

But at the same time as his low voice, he shook off his arm.

"Faye?"

"... I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."

"What's going on? Oh, even if I'm physically fit...? I'm sorry I didn't realize, I need your water now...... no, white water? Would you like a blanket? I'll put a fire in the fireplace in a minute."

Rosa looks up at Grate and Faye in a badly stiff voice, different from the always unsatisfactory response.

"That's right, a ton of sketches would be heavy. If you don't mind, I'll take your stuff."

When she reached for the shoulder-wrapped cloth bag in a hurry, Faye quickly pulled herself back and threw up like when she touched something hot.

"Don't touch it!

"Huh?"

"Anyway, it's a thin, dirty, learned, incapable, lowlife people. Don't touch me!

To the fierce rejection, Rosa is much breathtaking.

In front of her, who had become stiff, Faye slammed the cloth bag roughly to the ground.

"Shh..."

"Have you seen the priest? I thought I'd seen you. Did you show him the painting? I even showed it to you. But I didn't get a recommendation. And words of appreciation."

Rosa's purple eyes open to shock.

"What the...?

"Your words made me look stupid."

Faye shrugged low and stared at this one with a strong gaze.

"Sweet dreams... even for a moment, I believed, I was stupid"

The obsidian eyes had harsh anger and - the colour of heartbreak.