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

"Oh...? That's crazy, I'm missing one ear decoration...?

In the morning, Rosa, trying to get herself in order, noticed that she didn't see any gold earrings that should have been on the mirror stand, tilting her fingers and neck.

When I learned about the gold smelting method in my books, I started out in mining with a sense of youthfulness.

Because it is a virgin, there are many impurities. It is not expensive, but because it was a memorable product, I always used it.

(Like losing the glow of a bell tan and voluntarily disappearing?

Possible.

He nodded directly, then Rosa shook her head, "No, no, no."

If you go with that theory, it's odd that the sun doesn't disappear.

It's morning now, and the sun is pouring down with you.

If so, the ear decorations disappeared because of something artificial.

(Speaking of which... the steel knife disappeared from the cooking area last week. Also, last week, mantle piece lace decorations)

They're all trivial, but they're all purified by Rosa in the course of her workouts, so I know.

About half a month ago, some servants had played "suspicious" that Bernardo was wandering around the mansion at night.

When they were in the hallway, they ran into the scene of staring at Bernardo.

(Although both were interpreted as unconsciously attracted to Beltane but therefore rebellious... what if...?

What if a "receiving" servant, jealous of Bernardo's less attractive charm, ran to theft to exude hatred?

Rosa had no idea of doubting Bernardo.

and there, "Dear Rosa," a whispering voice and knock sounds.

If I let him in, what came was a hard-faced horse tin 'lutz.

He had recently become an offensive appearance, and the chances of conversation were diminishing.

"Please forgive my sudden visit. Actually, there's something I really want to see."

My voice is low and I can see that I have quite a grip.

As Rosa nodded, Rutz led her to the stables.

So when he saw what he pointed out there, Rosa opened her eyes.

"The horseshoe..."

"Yes, Rosa's horse was fitted with a particularly expensive horseshoe… and that was when she was switched to cheap"

That's right.

Rosa's favorite horseshoe, with a rose on the surface, had been transformed into a patternless one at some point.

"My husband sometimes sells off expensive horse furniture and furniture on his own, so at first I thought it was his fault. But..."

"Your father doesn't have the skill to reinstall his horseshoe..."

Poop and squeal.

There was a feeling of ink spreading on the white cloth.

Horseshoe.

Re-install yourself.

For smelting metal, embroidery.

"That, sister"

It was then that a slight voice was heard in the wrong place.

Turning around, Bernardo, still with his innocent face, was smiling at the dust and this way.

"Good morning. Can I help you?

"Belle......"

Tan, he tries to call me, and he rushes to his mouth.

Outside the brain, we have to call it "Bernardo".

But Bernardo laughed deeply about how he had taken the unnatural time.

Unlike previous smiles, it's a look that gives you a sense of "kake".

"... it must be true that horseshoes bring good luck, sister. I'm very happy right now. I can't believe it feels so good to be free to buy things"

"Bernardo......?

My heart goes out to my thoughtful remarks.

It wasn't a word to back something up, but telling it at this time clearly meant something.

For example - you think you're selling off the mansion stuff and getting money?

Now that Lutz understands the worst possibilities, he has a rugged look and a roaring voice.

"Bernardo boy...... no way......"

Bernardo just flatters his shoulders. But I could also say that the strangely grown-up trick serves as an answer.

"How dare you do that while I take care of Rosa so much?"

"Wait, Lutz"

Touch Rutz's arm, which is likely to hit him now, and manage to stop him.

Rosa coughed small, realizing her voice was trembling.

Bernardo stared at it with cold eyes.

(Yes... that's what I'm talking about...)

Increased heartbeat.

Sweat seeps through.

Rosa told the two of them in a push-kill voice.

"Let's discuss this properly later. Now, I... I'm just gonna check on the garden. I haven't watered the rose Ha 'a yet."

"Dear Rosa......!

Leave me alone, I guess I got the message.

I can see Lutz getting himself out of the way.

But Rosa didn't answer it, flipping the hem of the dress all the way and running off the spot.

(i.e.…)

Run, run, as far away as your breath goes.

You can be alone, to the rose-blooming garden.

(I mean, the bell tan...)

Eventually, as she tried to jump in and collapsed to the side of the bush, covering her face with both hands, Rosa exclaimed, shrimping in her heart.

(It even has a belly-black attribute, which means the strongest "take" of primates ohhhhhhhhhhh!?

Part of the scream became flesh and a strange sound of "fugu......" leaked.

That's right.

Instead of being a crime to Rosa, such as theft by Bernardo, it only showed up in the character attraction.

It would be just as troublesome if it had been killed or something, but there is not as much problem with this degree of behavior, as a grain of wheat.

In the first place, all Rosa's belong to Bernardo.

(Unbelievable! Can there be such a miracle!? God, are you even going to give Bell Tan, who was just pure enough to be crooked, a great depth of "It was actually belly black" and so on!?

In the brain, Bell Tan, who was actually belly-black, had a delusional tale of encountering a caretaker "offense" and letting his mind go through it, which was showing at an awesome rate.

Two people who will be attracted even though they rebel. A moment of happiness.

But a sudden betrayal by "offense" strikes Bertan. There was something unavoidable about the attack.

But I can't give up, Bel Tan.

He abandons his previous throwing posture, squeezes his courage, and reaches out his trembling hand at the "offense".

"Attack" trying to shake it off. But I dare you to step in there, Bell.

And as he trembles at the fear of rejection, he shouts at the "attack" like this.

I won't allow you to leave me.

Because... you taught me to love... Huh!

Rosa looked up to heaven with her face covered and muttered in a cuddly voice.

"Honorable, dude..."

The ink that fell on the white cloth depicted an impeccable level of great rose painting during a few minutes of the thing.

Oh. The future of the rose kingdom is bright.

Rosa wanted to shout at people all over the world now.

Everybody listen up. I have an amazing "take" here.

One in a hundred years, no, one in a thousand years.

(Oh... I wonder why I am the only one in the world...)

While immersed in excitement, Rosa sometimes becomes asexually sad.

I wonder why such a wonderful rose love has not permeated the world.

Whatever joy opens up the secret, it's too much to have someone to share it with.

(I'm sure that somewhere in the world… no, concepts like "attack" and "receive" exist in the other world as a matter of course)

Maybe "up" and "down" or "sword" and "sheath" are the different words that apply, I'm sure.

I'm sure the concept exists.

(So... in that world, I'm sure there are lots of books and operas depicting Rose Love that also pioneer variations of the character "Received"... so many people respect and watch over different forms of love... so...)

I'm sure the world is very, very beautiful.

full of happiness.

Everyone smiles and has their own love.

(such, … beautiful, world…)

Ugh, and blood draws from my head.

The consciousness gradually turns away.

After all, I was too excited.

No, you can't.

Also, they think I'm sick and weak......

Lastly, Rosa fell on the spot with her.