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

Bernardo glanced out the window and frowned as he returned to the given room.

From this room upstairs, Rosa has a good view of her favorite rose garden.

Now in one of those bushes, she sat up to collapse from her knees, covering her face with both hands and leaning down.

Perhaps, he's crying.

Bernardo sighs silently.

Bad personality has long been self-conscious.

- With what you fooled me brilliantly.

That's all I feel floating around watching Rosa hide and cry.

His life has probably been much more coal 'soot' than Rosa would have imagined.

It is true that she was raised with one female hand, but my mother was soaked in alcohol and disappeared without preparing a meal.

Even if you sell goods, if you're caught off guard, they'll make money and beat you up.

The weak kill their breath and endure even the tyranny of the strong.

If you can't admit it after violence or deception, you can't even have company.

If you grew up in Lower Town but suddenly flattened out in an aristocratic mansion where you were supposed to live and sincerely say "yes, sister" to your belly sister, etc., then it is a saint or madman.

I knew it would be more advantageous to show obedience and be adored, so I just pretended to be.

For him, young and small in stature, obscenity was wisdom to survive a harsh environment.

Because he is such a slaughtered value, I naturally didn't expect anything from Count Langheim, such as fatherhood.

I just wish I could work on some good money for the moment, that's all.

Because of this aristocratic colour, I struggled a lot in the lower town, so this much would be forgiven.

Initially, I was just going to get to the mansion and plunder some of the compensation or hardware, but such a plan of his collapsed on the first day.

Because Rosa von Langheim declared that she would take over Bernardo with a smile of mercy.

It's called the Rose Angel, Rosa.

She has such a miraculous beauty that the beholder accidentally stops breathing.

Seeing her filthy self, Bernardo thought that when she covered her mouth with both hands, she would surely be able to throw a fan or something.

But contrary to expectations, she has held herself until she stretched out that thin arm and bathed her booze instead.

The voice seemed clear.

From the skin, I smelled a fragrant scent that I had never even smelled.

They told me to live here, and I honestly followed them, so I'm sure it was because I got a little upset about that beauty.

Rosa's innocence hasn't changed since we started spending time together.

When she saw Bernardo, she always laughed as the flowers broke and spoke as she sang.

Delicate, beautiful, flowery sister.

But she did, because she didn't touch the rain of malice and grew up in a greenhouse when it was muddy.

Because it has been protected and nourished in large quantities.

(No... I'm somewhat allergic to being able to hunt or suture)

Bernardo looked subtle for a moment, but immediately shook his head.

Still, it is true that she is admired and strictly protected by many of her inhabitants.

I've never been exposed to terrible violence.

(I can be nice to people because that's all I can afford)

That's why Bernardo always thinks whenever he puts Rosa forward.

I wonder what would happen if I took that extra time from her.

Can she still smile beautifully?

Or will it fade and curse this one?

I'm sure the latter.

People hurt people easily. So don't believe it.

Hit him before he hits you.

Deceive me before I deceive you.

Otherwise, I couldn't live.

…………

Outside the window now Rosa raised her torso and looked up to heaven, keeping her face covered with her hands.

Maybe I'm praying to God.

Bernardo stared down at her like that.

Believed on your own, betrayed, stupid woman.

Eventually, Rosa puts her hands down.

Looking at the roses in a blurry way...

…………

And then he fell.

Stupid woman.

That's all I feel.

That's all it was supposed to be, - and Bernardo, when he realized, was jumping out of his own room and rushing down to the garden because of it.

Rosa, who fell first thing in the morning and decided to just take a nap in the stream, woke up at dusk, pretty neat.

(Oh... I've done it. But I slept well)

Wake yourself up and stare around the sleeping table somehow.

And it became a little eye-opening feather.

"Dear Rosa, are you awake!

Because in the little chair right next to the bedroom, along with Rutz, I'm guessing you're here because you're a witness just before you passed out.

…………

I pushed silently on the top of the Buddha, because it even rose to Bernardo.

"Huh... Huh!? Ah, eh.................. eh!?

From the first shot of waking up, it's hard to see an overly divine bell tan. Hard in a good way.

No, it's hard in a bad way, after all, because it makes me cry when I think about who I might be.

I became suspicious of the very thoughtful behavior of the upset, and when I retreated all the way over the bedroom, Bernardo turned away from the sieve and stood up to see how I had taken it.

"... with this"

(After all, I was coveted ahhh!?

Perhaps he could peel his white eyes and snore and then pinch his nose.

When Rosa wept, the lutz she saw said, "Hey!," he raved his voice toward Bernardo.

"Now, it's not. There will be words to say before that!? Just because you found and carried Rosa doesn't mean your sins will be written off!

Thanks to that statement, I recall saying "let's talk about horseshoes later" and letting it go.

But more importantly,

"Me... Belle, did you ask Bernardo to carry you...?

The fact was shocking and Rosa faded away.

Oh, my God.

What do you do at that expense when you say that it is the job of "receiving" to be carried out out out of your mind?

(I wish I could have made a woman too excited and tired to nourish the dirt around there......! I'm sure you had good rotten soil......!

"I'm sorry..." Bernardo apologized with a trembling voice at the evil of one,

"No, stick around"

I answered and headed straight to the door. He stopped hiding his nature anymore.

"What the hell! Speaking of which, you..."

"Wait!

Hold on to Lutz, who tried to grab him, and Rosa shouts out.

I jumped off the bunk quickly and grabbed Bernardo's arm and felt his thin body tremble slightly. Roll "Tagi".

"Please, wait. I haven't been able to tell you what I thought about earlier."

"If you're ready to leave here, already -"

"Bernardo, do you like jewelry?

Rosa quickly peeled off her necklace with her left hand and pressed it against her brother as she grabbed her arm firmly back with her right hand, which she tried to shake off.

"............ what?

"It's highly redeemable, and it's small and portable, so I think it's great. Especially if you are a pendant of the same color as your eyes, the storytelling swells up and it's getting nicer...... no, even if it is at this time, it is still a gem. Fine, right? And then, like, porcelain?

I give Bernardo, who stopped with a suspicious face, a small box of porcelain that was now decorated.

"This is Orgol, which I burned in an open kiln on the day I was born. It's actually quite a luxury item because I got it finished by one of the best painters of our time. Oh, and this vase."

He then pressed the vase and pulled together more expensive stuff from all over the room.

"It would be a painting, it would be a tapestry, silk on the bracelet on the ring... Oh, I regret selling off my collection of treasure swords during my previous inaction..."

Bernardo is a pompous.

Rosa chuckled as he smiled as he got an unsatisfactory look worthy of the year.

"I'll give you everything. … No, all of this is yours from the beginning"