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

"Uncle!

Rosa grabbed the hem of the dress and rushed over, acknowledging who was trying to sneak away from the outhouse.

It is a cold, winter morning thing.

In the corridor facing the garden stood a pale, and when he opened his mouth, he breathed white.

"Hi Rosa. Can I run like that now? If they find you around the healer, they'll push you right into the bunk, won't they?

"Not quite!

Relax and turn around, to Anton, who raises one hand, Rosa stuffs.

It was cold and the tip of my little nose was slightly red.

"Your Highness Chris told me. My uncle said he could leave the palace this morning and return to the little kingdom of Saint Julia."

"Oh, it's just due for the end of the outing, hey"

"So... then I'll be back here again (...), and. After completing the process of closing the nursing home in the small kingdom, I heard that you would become a holding priest with His Highness Chris."

"Oh, yeah. Hey. Because the deportation has been lifted because of you."

Careful voice confirmation is handled lightly.

Yes, Anton, after revealing his identity to the Queen, offered that he was the earliest to arrive at the truth about this incident, and asked him to "reward" him and release him from exile from the country.

"It was Rosa who first realized the truth and got in under Matthias," the Leons, who watched Rosa through the wind crest, insisted, "but Anton conspired with Bernardo," Rosa only went to hang up about Faye's painting. For example, it was Anton who first realized the truth, "he pushed through with his objection.

Faye, who would rather support his best friend than the prince, also withdrew his testimony that Rosa was behaving prophetically, so he could not acknowledge Rosa's merits, which had only circumstantial evidence, and in the end, Anton's claims were accepted.

In fact, the elucidation about the nature of the rot was largely due to his help, so this could also be considered a reasonable treatment.

Anton and Rosa, who became one-leap people, are uncles and nieces, that is, those who join the same lineage.

If you encounter Anton and distribute Rosa to the Prince's fiancée, it's too much for one lineage.

Thus, even in order to strike a balance between the nobles, public opinion in the royal castle leaned at once, as Leon would encounter the princess of another house, or at least, it was almost after it had cooled down to pull Rosa up.

From those who do not know the circumstances, Anton's behavior also appears selfish, having restored his own honor by stepping on his capable niece.

But Rosa knew that this strange uncle didn't want any shards, such as his common origins.

Now he told me to give him a hand, 'cause I can't be pulled away from an open nursing home because of it'.

That's how he dared to come with a Berk royal collar.

That means Rosa's replacement, so to speak.

Rosa frowned a long time and dropped her gaze.

"Uncle. I'm so sorry. My uncle said he wanted to spend as much time as he wanted, away from Berk, in your own built ideal place."

The poor voice was trembling breathlessly.

"No, you don't have to worry so much about it. I didn't go to the monastery I was most afraid of. Speaking of the former, I'm the one who said," Make the contributor your fiancée, "without thinking."

"But! I know better than anyone the pain of ending adoration with my own hands the ideals that I have cherished and built. I wonder if I have forced it on my uncle as well as myself, I...!

Rosa moistened her eyes.

In the past, I thought losing my ideal situ in the Apt for four consecutive years was the greatest suffering of my life, but now that I think about it, they were still done in the realm of suicide bombing.

This time, however, it is a matter of involving others.

I still don't understand Anton's lily hobby, but what kind of pain would it be if, for example, I had to replace this with a rose and let go of the rotten gentleman training center that I had built dearly for a relative's butt wipe?

The shock of losing a genius 10,000 painter to a suicide bomber and the lack of sorry for Anton left Rosa so much to be hunted down that she still seemed to cry.

"Rosa, you're still blue."

"Huh?"

But Anton laughed sparingly.

"In this world, the color is Lily Shiso Yuri."

"Huh...?

"The truth that I have uniquely found. Everything in the world is a lily."

Strictly speaking, the priesthood itself came precisely to the frontier of enlightenment.

"You seem to have some particular situ or coupling-oriented nature if you do it, but I dare say, it's immature. Look, Rosa. Even if you don't embed it in an ideal frame or something, the lilies are just exquisite there. Lilies blooming in the perfect nursing home, Utopia, and the wild lilies you see in the royal castle of Berk, they're all different and all honored."

"We're all different, we're all honored..."

Rosa was overwhelmed and pounded her throat.

Anton's claim is unshakeable, and his voice dwells on a shimmering faith, like a jewel polished up over time.

For the first time now, she felt like she could respect the person in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

"Even so. Think, hence the lily. At about my level, it doesn't matter if the ideal girl is an ideal situ or not at all. It's just that if you have two girls in front of you, that's fine. Instead, that kind of loose feeling is what makes your delusions progress. I mean, I can adore you anywhere......"

"I don't know, I feel like I know"

Later in the day, Rosa nodded smudgingly to Anton, who was a little daunted, holding her fist and speaking in good spirits.

I wonder what it is.

I still feel that he has some cause for doing business beyond his relationship with his uncle and niece.

"... uncle"

"What?"

"I like you, uncle."

To the abrupt confession, breathtaking as Anton was surprised.

The reaction should have seemed a little daunting from his day to day, but Rosa, sinking into her thoughts, didn't realize it.

She held her chest down with a clenched fist and continued.

"At first, I wondered how the hell... but now I know very well that my uncle is a very, very kind person. But that's why..."

So she grinned like a twilight.

"It's even more distressing that you've bothered my uncle to protect me."

"That's not true, Rosa"

But Anton walked away from it.

"I want you to understand. You are more adorable, more protected, and more important than anyone else. There's no need to feel distressed about being protected at all. Because I did what I wanted. Bernardo and Faye, royalty and healers, they want to protect you. Look, that's all you are."

To stain her, when she speaks slowly, Rosa frowns with difficulty.

Slightly, naughty, he leaned his neck in surprise.

"… but my uncle said that my hobby of decay is obnoxious…"

"Uh yeah, you said it. I told you. Still, there's resistance around Russia, but still."

Anton let his gaze swim a little, but eventually bent slightly, forehead tightly so as to make him a young child.

"As much as I still want to protect you, I mean you're important. And here's what I said, huh? Don't despise your taste. Tell the world positively."

"Indeed..."

"You've already broken that promise once. So this time, protect me. You have a hobby full of uniqueness, a wonderful girl. Ready?"

As Anton woke up as he pressed, Rosa stared at Anton as she caressed her forehead unconsciously.

"... Yes"

Winter mornings that tingle in the cold.

Skin in contact for a moment leaves a hint of heat.

With a strange feeling of twitching and loosening her heart, Rosa kept her fingertips off her forehead forever.

"Yes, uncle"

This feeling of something gushing out of the back of my mind.

Unlike when you get excited about roses, you don't draw blood, but rather your whole body warms up.

What the hell is this?

Though I don't know who she is - but Rosa felt like she could do anything now.

So Rosa remembers the purpose for which she called him off.

Though I was actually going to cut it out as "redemption,"

(Perhaps my uncle would be happier to talk frankly rather than cry and apologize)

That thought drew strength from Rosa's shoulder.

Probably.

I'm sorry I let you protect me, but I'm sure you want me to smile, thanks for protecting me.

No - that's fine.

Then I'll have fun talking about it.

An extraordinarily pleasant thank you, as you whisper to your accomplice, excited.

Rosa pulls her mouth together only once, then smiles lightly on her lips.

Nature dwelt in his eyes, and a raucous cat-like light.

"Uncle. One, I have a suggestion."

"Proposal?"

"Yeah. That foster home where your uncle can come close. Could you please let all the girls you were protecting over there be protected in an orphanage in Berk?

To Anton, who opened his eyes, Rosa embarked on herself.

"I, too, was a strong biter of the importance, and joy, of early rose education for my children throughout this stay in the orphanage. I was hoping to leave home in the near future, but beyond that, it would also be ant to open a nursing home or orphanage like my uncle, no, I would love to open it, that's what I thought. And the subject of that education is not only boys, but also girls, of course."

"Rosa......"

"I am, uncle. It's the soul that matters. I want to raise a boy and a girl with a rose heart. Perhaps the appearance of the girls who love roses can sometimes be seen on the lilies for someone. But that's an ant already." Bulkonyuri Sai ", a rose soul lily talent that combines the soul of a rose with the talent of a lily. Isn't that a lot?"

"Rosa, a child named you...!

The apostle of the rose and the saint of the lily, now perfectly understood one another, and took one hand together.

From the palm of the touched hand, the heat of the target is transmitted.

This is the moment to put your soul through.

Unlike when we met at the opera, Rosa now knows that he's not one of her kind.

But - he and I are facing the opposite, which is why we can stare at each other so perfectly.

Rosa was delighted.

"But Rosa. When it comes to having the girls in the nursing home, we need a lot of land and buildings. Can you set up a place like that?

"Yes."

To Anton, who tilted his neck, Rosa nodded strangely and raised her face.

I can't be depressed forever.

If you take a step back, you just have to take two or three steps forward.

That being the case, I was trying to give up the god painter Faye because of what was going on.

Greedy, it's only when you get everything that you call a noble rotter.

"Actually, I've already hit my hand to secure one place."

That's what Rosa said, and she smiled furiously like a rose flower would burst.