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

That day, Chris was not tired of calling Rosa and enjoying his elegant tea time.

Severe winters are also slowly melting, with occasional warm winds blowing recently.

Rose buds began to break everywhere in the separated courtyard, and it was normal for Rosa, a beautiful friend, to gently narrow her eyes like a jewel.

And Chris liked seeing her like that.

"It's good that the ice melted and made it easier to go to the swamp, but there were rumors that during the winter the water was completely cloudy and the beast started coming out nearby..."

Rosa usually nods with her eyes shining whenever Chris speaks.

So, on this day, Chris also talked about the contamination of the swamp on the outskirts of the imperial castle, which is not very suitable for tea time, but only on this day, he realized that the gavel did not return and tilted his neck.

"Rosa, what's wrong?"

Huh?

Looking into her face, Rosa opened her eyes as if she had finally returned to me.

"I haven't been here since.Are you feeling sick? "

"No... I didn't sleep very well last night..."

Slowly drop your gaze and the shadow of your eyelashes falls on smooth cheeks.

Chris became worried when his beauty finally came to the fore.

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?If there's anything I can do to help, I want you to say anything. "

"Thank you, Your Highness. But...."

Then Rosa raised her face.

Staring at Chris's neutral face, she slightly moisturized her eyes.

"No, it is not a matter for His Highness to resolve.I have to solve it myself..... "

"Solved by Rosa herself...?"

Chris feels suspicious in his thoughtful voice.

However, I knew from my previous relationship that this friend had an unexpected amount of stubbornness, contrary to his poor appearance.

Rosa's pale eyes were actually floating with a strong light, as if she were ready already.

Though worried that he couldn't help himself, Chris took Rosa's nature into account and decided to advise him this way.

"If that's what Rosa says, I won't listen deeply.Why don't you at least tell Father Anton your troubles?He is an adult. We may be able to hear strange ideas or words that solve our minds. "

If it's true, Chris wants to save Rosa, who always helps him.

But I'm sure I still don't have the strength to solve Rosa's problems.

And Chris trusted Anton enough to nominate him in his place.

"To Uncle Anton....."

Rosa rebelled unexpectedly, but she won't.

"Yes... that's right. Given the nature of my uncle, I thought it might not be a good idea to talk to him, but it might be a good idea to go around..."

She muttered and nodded eventually.

So Rosa decided to catch Anton that day and have a "consultation."

"Huh? You said you couldn't adore a difference couple anymore?"

The niece, who visited her room with a serious face - in fact, her daughter - raised her voice blankly.

It is a long time since the full moon rose in the sky.

At such a time, Anton was, of course, worried about Rosa, who came with a bluished face, and politely invited her into the room, but listened to what she was told in a serious voice and sighed deeply.

"Oh, my God, what a terrible sight I've had with such a pale face...."

"What, it's not!It's important! It's the problem that shapes my life! "

If Anton leaves his back on the couch, Rosa will probably die!And he stepped out with tears.

The rosebooks she had brought into the table set were all over the mountain.

"See, for example, this' Muscle Prince and Komadori Brave '.It's scratched, isn't it?This is exactly my bible.It was a really wonderful book, as soon as I read it, my whole body was in a state of excitement, blood circulation was boosting, my mind was spinning, my luck was rising and my friends were growing.And yet... no matter how many times I've read this book lately, my rotten roses won't bloom! "

"What a rotten rose."

"This is' Rigid-arm slaves don't laugh. 'An adventure woven by a silent, cool elderly slave and a thin line of masters has always been my secret hole.Yet! No matter how much you read chapter 5 that everyone wants to read aloud, my heart can't decay...! "

As she approached Anton whispering, Rosa continued, "This too!This one, too! "and finally covered his face with both hands.

"Once upon a time, if there was a fist in the height difference, it would automatically start a delusion....No longer, when I look at His Royal Highness Chris in a small way, I can't feel the slightest difference in his body.It's just the glow of Liva's adoration..... "

It's still shining.

"Because His Highness Chris is the jewel of the rose world....."

"I know, it's the treasure of the lily world...."

Anton is also busy slipping in and nodding deeply.

In the meantime, Rosa leaked with a trembling voice, leaking with her face covered.

"I was confident that I'd be stuck in this swamp forever... was that arrogant?Is my sensitivity dead? "

But seeing Rosa never raise her face, she smiled bitterly and changed her voice.

"Are you afraid that you can't adore yourself?"

Koku nods.

"You're afraid that after this, you won't be able to adore each other... and eventually get bored with the world of rose love?"

…………

There was a hesitant or frightening moment before the next nod.

"... such a betrayal of rose love."

I mean, Rosa's afraid of it.

Anton shrugged his shoulders and made the chilled tea again.

Put a cup of warm water in front of Rosa.

So I started talking in a quiet voice.

"Let's talk a little bit about the old days.When I was still thinking of my younger sister, Sulu, as a healthy character. "

"No, wait. Why is that happening now?"

"You seem to adore relationships, but I love characters themselves.Especially, my sister's character was more important, and I never doubted that it was always a healthy, slightly dodgy, good type to adore me. "

Hey, wait a minute?

Rosa raised her face half-eyed, but where Anton blows the wind.

The pale hot air rising from the cup slightly narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, as if he were looking beyond the once healthy character of love.

"I collected all kinds of healthy books.It's not just two-dimensional.Even 3D Real. When I heard that there were Dojis in the west, I ran the horses for three days, and when I heard that there were good and beautiful girls in the east, I sacrificed my entire fortune, but I saved them every time.I was always happy..... "

Rosa was gradually drawn into a biting way of talking.

Lily and Rose have different directions, but the principle of their behavior is well understood.

No, it was amazing what I was doing.

"There is a day. Really, one day suddenly... my heart lily stopped flowering in my healthy sister, Sulu.The pity and anger for pity blow, but the urge to protrude does not.I was impatient. I wonder if the white lily of my heart, which is supposed to bloom forever, has died. "

Unexpectedly groans and throats at an honest confession.

Rosa saw exactly who she was now.

"So...? So, what happened?"

"I was worried. I felt gloomy, vomiting, crying, wandering around the secret in search of answers....Every time I failed to sink into that nostalgic healthy character swamp, both mentally and physically, I scolded myself, and one day I finally smashed all the hundred books that I had collected on the floor. "

So Anton narrowed his eyes.

"This time, it was stuck in the Pundele swamp."

Ohn?

Suddenly, Rosa, who suddenly felt like she was talking leapfrogging, frowned beautifully.

"Well, what do you mean...?"

"When I hit the floor, the story of my energetic sister (Sulu), who wasn't really interested until then, popped into my eyes.I somehow took it and began to read it with the intention of punishing myself... until late at night when I realized it.I swamped easily. "

"I swamped easily."

Anton stood up in front of Rosa, unwittingly rebelling, and clasped his fist with enthusiasm.

"Until then, I thought I had consumed too many ingredients of the healthy system.Any alcoholic beverage will eventually become unacceptable to the body if it continues to be excessive.So my body, my soul, was beginning to seek a powerful sister.Lifted eyes, untrue words and deeds, sometimes sweet.It's not always good or pitiful.But that's good. That's good...! "

Anton fixed the bridge of his glasses to calm his mind after he raised the flame of clumsiness and adorability and shouted loudly.

"I mean, yes."

That's how she stares at Rosa.

"Even if you get out of a swamp, it doesn't mean you're tired of it.It's just that we're ready for the next swamp.There are countless marshes. And no one of our sexes can escape from all the swamps. "

The gray eyes behind the glasses were very gentle.

"There are countless swamps..."

Rosa puts her hand on her chest and repeats.

The words were strangely familiar to my heart and penetrated deep into my soul.

"Yes... that's right. Maybe that's what this is about."

"Oh, don't worry about it.Your soul is already flying towards the next swamp.Feel free to fly, find a new swamp, and crash. "

"Uncle...!"

Her big eyes were touched and moisturized.

Oh, yeah.

I wonder what kind of an adult he really is.

Anton placed his hand gently on Rosa's shoulder, nodding so much.

"But at the same time, don't forget to thank the swamps that were stuck together until then.You should leave with due courtesy.It's because it's the swamp that raised you until today. "

Anton took two coats out of the closet, handed one to Rosa, and snapped his chin outside.

Uncle?

"When I say goodbye to the swamp, there is a ritual that I have decided to perform.I'll teach you something special today. "

So he grabbed the little harp on the shelf and gave Rosa a a quick wink.

"Rosa, are you good at singing?"

On the outskirts of the royal castle, in the depths of the lush forest, there was the swamp.

Originally a clear swamp.

And the people walked by, and looked at the beauty thereof.

But as time went by, too many visits started to stain the swamp.

People like to pump water on their own, and when they see that the marsh is deep enough, they drain dirty water and throw away garbage.

And the swamp began to starve, and to smell, and the people stopped visiting as if they were returning their palms.

The remaining marshes will no longer be looked after by anyone.

Sometimes a beast attracted to rotten odor came and lost his life, and beside the swamp, only filth piled up.

Cold, filthy, deep swamp.

Eventually, the bottom of the swamp began to cloud, and something like consciousness began to bud there.

--I hate it.

I think it's dull and cloudy.

- Hate. Hate.

Negative consciousness, such as "Koko", gradually becomes negative magic.

There the weak beast fell into darkness, and beside the swamp a magical beast began to be born.

- Hate. Hate.

That's when the footsteps of scratching the grass resonated.

This is my uncle's recommended swamp?

"Oh, I've been expecting this since I walked around this castle."

The two of us came.

A clean man with glasses and a poor girl in a big coat, both full of beauty, as if the world could be purified just by being there.

On the man's side, he lowered his hips and screamed at the harp he had brought in, without thinking of the stench drifting from the swamp.

"Look. Deep, fertile... it feels exactly like our swamp, right?"

"Yeah, really... really, really."

The girl approached the swamp as if she were attracted to it and lowered her hips to the shore.

When I immersed my white fingertips in the swamp without hesitation, I murmured.

"What a deep swamp. If you touch it, it's warm... why, uncle?I'm going to cry. "

"Yes, because this swamp is the one that has brought us up, so to speak."

If there had been a clear personality in the swamp, it would have blinked with confusion.

Because there has never been such a depiction of human beings in this completely filthy swamp.

Once the man screamed the harp, he gently invited the girl.

"Come on, Rosa, let's start the farewell ritual.Deep, rich, raw, warm, give thanks and farewell to our swamp. "

"Yes"

A girl called Rosa nodded as if she was impressed, and stood up on the spot.

And he began to spin a delicate voice that shook the hearts of all who heard.

It's a swamp. It's a swamp.

Sing soft as you can.

--its warm, fertile moisture

I don't know how many have grown up.

However, it seemed as if the girl's feelings were enclosed in a manner that raised her eyebrows and could bear the tears.

The girl sang.

An irreplaceable day in the swamp. A glorious time.

But the honeymoon season moves brutally, as the moon sets and the new sun comes again.

Like a butterfly trembling before feathering.

But the girl sang the pride of spreading her feathers there.

I fly over this swamp.Aim for the next heaven and earth.

But maybe he'll come back here someday.

Or maybe not.

The only certainty is that the time spent in this swamp is a glorious treasure that will last forever!

"Swamp. Swamp.

Thank you very much. "

The melody gradually increased, and at the end it became a loud singing voice.

The girl also widens her thin hands as if she were a bird flying in the sky.

From both palms, a purple light was emitted as uncontrollable, and it was a terrible mysterious sight.

"Thank you... I won't forget you."

After the last sound of the song melted into the night sky, the girl murmured.

The moment I heard that, the swamp's consciousness (...) began to loosen up as if it were suddenly melting snow.

- First time I've worked.

Probably the swamp was lonely.

It was more hatred than hatred that was stiff.

A swamp that was completely filthy, cold, and nobody could see.

But this beautiful, clean girl came to me.

He spins his voice, gives thanks, and vows to me. We have to forget.

--Paaaaaaaaaaaaa....

The swamp suddenly began to shine.

"Thank you, uncle. It's kind of refreshing -"

--Ooh... nh!

Rosa, who was looking back at Anton with a smile on her face, looked suspicious when she saw the swamp behind her suddenly begin to erect a pillar of light.

"... eh?"

"... hmm?"

Anton, who was illuminated by the light, also looked back at the swamp with an empty face.

The swamp, which was starchy, raw and warm, and seemed to be deep in the business - it was kind of incredibly purified.

Rosa's decay with gratitude from the bottom of her soul promoted the various decay and decomposition feared at the bottom of the swamp and cleansed the swamp.

The miracle is suddenly rumored because of a phenomenon such as the pillar of light, which is conspicuous and incredible.

Hearing about it, Chris was struck by Rosa's sense of justice and compassion, and Leon and the queen made Rosa stronger and Bernard twitched his face.

The two of us still don't know such things.

"Ah... uhh, uncle. I just saw a Witch Beast in the grass, but if you think about it, an outsider is really nice.I'm no longer adorable because of the physical difference between humans, but I got the talent that the more animals × humans, the more excited I am. "

"In the meantime, have you seen the reality...?"

If there was one thing I could tell, it was that Rosa was next fitting into an exotic swamp, and that she was steadily fitting into a dotsubo that wasn't such a swamp.