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

Rosa covered herself in Bernardo - with the intention that, for some reason, Bernardo was turning her arms around, and furthermore, Anton was the only one holding her from above.

At the same time, Chris and Leon wielded tremendous magic and Matthias was now completely powerless.

Beside it, I can also see Radu retrieving the vial properly.

"Not at all, when I come with you"

After confirming that the enemy had been annihilated, Anton sighed, and loosened his arms.

The contents of the bottle seemed to have been received almost with the sleeve of a holy coat kneaded in front of his face, but only a drop of splash, scattered on the surface of his glasses.

Anton narrowed his eyes toward Rosa, staring at it with a glimpse.

"Why do you do that and keep being impotent"

A faint voice, like a stuffed feather.

That, what a perfect match for the paranoid one, made Rosa breathless by accident.

(Uh, hey, wait)

I want you to wait.

A polite tone of Ikeoji whispers in his face and at close range only against the "receiving" of the Pendulum Little Devil system.

I hope you don't waste that here.

"Uncle, no, calm down..."

"Can you calm down?"

That line, if you say it anyway, go to Bernardo! I tried to encourage him, but Anton blocked him and instead put his hands on his own glasses.

My delusions are revived when I resent poisonous and liquid.

- A man trembling with passion, slamming his calm words and actions, slamming even his glasses to the ground, screaming wildly.

"Because of you, I've been doing things that aren't even in the pattern. Don't scratch my heart any more!

(No, no, no, no, no!

Rosa screams in her brain.

Nothing, he said he didn't trace it so precisely!

Rosa gets ashamed of the fact that a generation of famous scenes, where the eyeglass character throws away the eyeglasses, has made her punch for herself in vain.

But reality didn't even give her time to be ashed.

"I thought your heart would stop, Rosa. I can't believe how many truthful eyes I've seen to see the mastermind jump into that territory."

For Leon, with his stern face, has stretched out his fingers to his heart.

(Ababa Bubba! Oh no! They think I'm the one who figured out the plot!

Rosa, in a hurry, shook her head probably with momentum thrusting her head at Bernardo, who was still holding Rosa hard.

"No! I simply came to church to sell Faye - his paintings there! I don't know if it's a mastermind or how to make rotten poison! I had not noticed at all!

He shouted out the fact that there was no multiplier, and he said to Faye in a mood to flaunt the straw as well: "Hey!" and asked for backup,

"What are you saying, Rosa?"

I was outraged whether or not I would be shook down by an outstretched arm.

"You were complaining so desperately that going to church involves a lot of people, it's important. Why would you hide that?

(Hey, hey, hey!

Rosa almost cried.

Doesn't it really seem as if you even predicted that way?

"Yes, no, Faye, I only meant to say that your painting matters-"

"Faye, did you say that? It was your power that halved this church, wasn't it? I thought it was Rosa's healing power, but it looks like there's some magic left over from your body."

And that's where Leon narrows his eyes and asks.

from the prince of one country, it also turned its magical golden eyes, and Faye stiffened himself,

"Well done, Rosa. You protected me. And thank you from me."

"Always. I just wanted to protect her, you... by thanking you"

I responded rudely with a reflexive, etc. feeling, holding my mouth in suspicion. I guess my skin figured out that I had been brought out for real by magic.

"Huh. I didn't know rebellion would be ahead of rewarding greed"

But for some reason Leon seems delighted to have been told a defiant tale by a common man.

When he laughed, he took a surprise suggestion there.

"Why don't you be a knight?"

"Yes!?

It was Rosa, not Faye, who raised her voice a bit.

No, no, no, no, I love the way Prince Prince "duh, I'm busy, I like it," the development of his eyes on common characters, but that would be where he should show off to his Bernardo counterpart.

What are you going to do with the same "attack" fay?

(By and large, Faye is not a knight, he says he takes the glorious position of painter!!

More importantly, Rosa, that was the big problem.

"Hey, why do you suddenly say that!? Faye is not aiming for a knight or anything! He's already made up his mind to go down the path of painting, Your Highness!

"But Rosa. All this immense magic must be managed in the kingdom. Besides, if you're a man, wouldn't you rather hold your sword to protect your precious human being than paint on paper?

(That was your idea whoa whoa!?

Rosa almost screamed at the values of the masculine Leon.

No, he's my prince, so that's fine.

But he should understand that the values belong only to him personally, and not everyone does.

(I'd have trouble getting anyone and everyone to think it was that kind of offensive "offensive"! Faye and Bell are honored for this perfect balance, which is even ambiguous!? Or if Faye puts a brush here, the culture of rose love will recede for a hundred years!

Without realizing that she was the one skewing the values, Rosa stepped out and took Faye's hand.

"Faye, once you put aside what His Highness says, follow your heart, that's fine. You don't have to be a knight. Just be what you want to be."

"What I want to be..."

Faye stares in turn at her gripped hands and Rosa's face, pounding and groaning.

"That's right. What do I want to do? The answer to that question is your true dream. Faye, what do you want, and now you know the answer to that?

Rosa was desperate.

Noble characters are full of boundaries.

I definitely wanted Faye to be a painter and expand the diversity of BL Harlem over knights.

More than that, he's one genius painter every hundred years, no, every thousand years. On its shoulders lies the prospect of BL ten thousand paintings.

"... oh"

Eventually, Rosa was relieved as Faye nodded, staring straight back at her eyes.

"About this one, I get it. What do I want to do?"

"Yeah, right. I guess so. Because you have that power."

I want to protect you.

"Huh?

I want to be a knight.

Rosa stiffened to Faye, who had said it out loud.

"Huh...?

"I like paintings. But the truth is, I think I like it when you compliment me on the painting. When I painted, I felt the world expand. But that's the world you've spread out. So I'd rather protect you."

"Yeah......?

What should I do?

The shock is too great to get most of his claims to mind.

Bernardo, who had listened to Rosa, who had been half crying, by her side for a long time, said, "Okay?," he said, looking a little mean - and happy, he called out.

"I hated you so much, in the knighthood"

"Corruption can be handled from the inside."

"Two tongues."

"You got someone's."

He seems like a partner, and he understands everything in such a short exchange.

"Welcome to this side (...)"

"Oh."

Rosa just stared at the two people, who pounded their hands in a creepy manner.

Radu turns a bitter smile at what he thought of her standing up like her soul had fallen out, watching the exchange until then.

"Damn it, Rosa. You're a lucky angel everywhere. Just because you're involved, one of the residents of Lower Town is born into a knight who manipulates magic and gathers envy."

"Yeah......?

Who wanted such a birth?

Rather an extra favor.

(God, why the hell did you give Faye magic? I will grab your chest in the dawn of heaven!

She thought as she put on half a beard.

but Chris, who looked at a series of interactions in a strange way,

"But to the people of Lower Town, I wonder why such immense magic was expressed. It also has the healing power that nobles say is rare."

and leaned her neck into her sight, and she opens her eyes.

Because an unspeakable and ominous hunch signaled to my chest.

I had the same feeling earlier. Yes, when Matthias was talking about healing.

What did he say...

"That's it."

and cut out by Faye with a solemn face.

He looked around, manipulating unfamiliar salutations.

"Earlier, Father Matthias said of the magic power, which is called healing power, 'twice as much magic material as man and power that can only be given to those who have imagination'. Me... I'm a downtown person with no connection to magic. But for the past six months, I've been working, collecting bicorn blood."

I am not familiar with the nature of warcraft.

However, when I touched the blood of the bicorn, I felt strange, and there was a sense of aggressive force coming out of it, and now that I think about it, maybe it was magic, he said.

In other words, they say they may have kept taking in magic the whole time.

"And in terms of imagination"... "

Faye turns a blind eye here.

(Wait)

Rosa, who looked ahead to the conversation, stretched her hiccups and the edge of her mouth.

Healing power expression requires magic and imagination.

Faye gained his magic from the Warcraft.

So, what's your imagination?

What have I been working out for him for the past week?

"Me... I have always lived an unrelated life to things like creation and imagination. Although."

Faye stares straight at Rosa. In those obsidian eyes, there was now a hot light.

(Wait...)

"Rosa unleashed my, frozen imagination through her classes at the orphanage."

"To be... ah"

(Ahhhhhhhhh!)

Rosa raised a roar of grief inside and fluttered.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe I was the one who should have been grabbed by the chest barn!

But from the side, of course, to tremble upon the small pieces, he only seemed to tremble emotionally "well" at Faye's remarks, and his surroundings, except Anton, seemed to smile, one after the other, marveling, and throwing words of blessing.

"Isn't that amazing! So Faye's healing power is like Rosa made her blossom."

"That's your sister!

"Really, you're a child."

"It's a feat that rocks the backbone of this country's power structure. If I hear about this backdrop, every department in Royal Castle will not leave you alone."

Leon strokes his jaw like he admires him, and then laughs at him.

"More and more, you're a difficult woman."

Listening to that, Rosa turned white ash.

(... I wonder what this is?

The shock is too loud, and the surrounding voice feels as if a smile has separated a piece of membrane.

"Brother, report this to your mother as soon as you return to the castle. I'm sure Rosa's achievements will be recognized this time along with the truth about the corruption case."

"Oh. If you're a mother, you're going to have to call the council today."

I was supposed to pull into downtown and make an adult out of it, but at some point I was supposed to figure out the truth about the corruption case.

"Oh my God. Rosa's" Eyes on Truth "really surprises you, doesn't it?"

I don't know why, this pit is supposed to be equipped with such high-spec eyes.

"But it might be a little wasted. Faye, I've been trying so hard to paint for the past week."

"Well, if you think about it, the act of combat is, 'I've been working hard for fifteen years'. Suitable."

"You know what?"

I should have unearthed a god painter who goes a hundred years through BL culture, but if you realize it, he's not a painter, he's a knight or something.

"Rosa."

On Rosa's shoulder, standing flaunted, the only Anton on this occasion who could understand her mood laid her hands gently.

"I don't know what to say. No more... Donma"

To him with an annoying grin, yes, he even had one adorable situ vanished earlier.

(God, not really)

Phew, and the force falls out of my fingertips.

I have strongly told myself not to faint, but this current situation was just too difficult to accept.

(Well, I'll scold you later, though I told you)

Shouldn't you have been imprisoned by the immediate fay and dragged Leon off the lead husband candidate?

Or shouldn't you have stuck to realizing ten thousand paintings? shouldn't have also planned to scratch greed and bring Bernardo closer to Leon's fiancée's seat?

(Not really, the reprimand is too harsh. like this,...... like this, already)

The face that springs up in a sense of delicacy and liberation looks terribly far away.

That, free of debauchery shards, is full of healthy joy.

I don't even grow roses anymore...

"Then hurry up to the castle...... sister!?

"Rosa! What's up!?

"Maybe I'm relaxed. Somebody, get the blanket!

From the edge of the closed lid, a grain of tears peeled.

Rosa lost her mind as she felt the world slowly close.