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

Meanwhile.

Over a small window, Rosa was letting down her sigh as she looked at the night sky, where a completely white full moon began to rise.

(It's an unexpected streak...)

Those thin hands are tied tight with rough rope.

The legs were left long enough to walk half a step at a time and were equally tightly restrained.

It's a commonly used knot when moving criminals and slaves.

Rosa had now been pushed into a dark warehouse built during the harbor, along with food and water.

"Ugh... God......"

"... ooh"

Then the sobbing women are with us.

They were tied up, just like Rosa, and trapped in this warehouse.

Young women are the majority, but skin and hair colors vary.

Some of them were weak enough not to cry, or were seasick, and it turns out that they were not caught here, but brought here by boat.

Probably temporarily pushed into the warehouse to escape censorship at the port.

Personnel, or human trafficking.

Rosa was added to one of the ports of call.

(That was a furious development...)

Under a slender plan to get pinched and increase your magic, change the color of your hair with magic, just in case, and stop at the harbor for half an hour.

The first thing Rosa saw was the rough guys cheerfully putting up drinks by the boat - the rough, worked-out guys you don't see much on farmland.

Burned skin exposed to strong sun.

Thick arms manipulating rough ropes and sails.

Their appearance, slamming their fellow shoulders with thick hands and exaggerating laughter, had another funny man odor than the peasants facing the cold earth.

Masculinity and "offense" are not equals, but they still become approximate.

(Ho ho... General, the attack value is unusually high)

Before them, Rosa accidentally roared with a strange face.

Until now, agricultural land had been frequently inspected, but it had hardly come to pass, as the surroundings were noisy to come and go at night, too, from the mansion to the port away.

So, global port employees who only come sometimes - to put it bluntly, they were completely oblivious to the existence of pirates.

(Me, too, not yet. I can't believe you didn't put so much oily existence in perspective)

Rosa has been a leap forward in the search for the ideal "receive" over the past few years, but I see that by introducing an absolutely high value "attack," there has also been a hand in deepening the relative "receive" degree on the "receive" side.

All the men who bump the cup in front of them are in brilliant shape, likely to easily push them down, such as the men around them.

Intimidating eyesight, grand style.

Even men obey and rule, men in men.

(I see?)

Rosa nodded face-to-face.

Besides, this is where it matters, generally during the voyage, on board - apart from the female slaves treated as "loads" - she says she doesn't feel like a woman.

Because pirates are basically made up of men only.

I mean......

(I see?

Rosa nodded deeply, but shook her head as a hack.

(No, you can't. You don't have to "relativize" in this population. After defining them all as "offense," they deepen the "take" value of the Langheim men by introducing them like that. That's the right way to use it.)

Either way, it's rotten.

Plus, they noticed this one existed because Rosa was staring hot at the guys or maybe shaking their heads.

"What...?

Of them, the tiniest man stood up and, with the strong power of drunkenness, pulled out Rosa, who was hiding in the shadows.

"Hey, look at that! I picked up a beautiful lady!

"Oh! That's an upper-ball!

As soon as possible, the red-handed men gush.

In the meantime, Rosa was taken into the circle of men, and she was exposed to an inexplicable gaze.

"Head. Can I have this one?"

"No, you can't. I don't have a lot of 'loads' this time. From what I've seen, this lady says it's a good idea. You'll sell it high, so don't touch it."

"Yea! That's great. Me, I just missed my crotch already!

"Ugh. Then stick your fist in your ass."

(What! I don't know now!?

The inferior interactions of the pirates are filled with phrases that have never appeared in any of the books Rosa has ever read.

Unexpectedly Rosa opens her eyes and turns her face all the time, the men begin to nibble at how they interpreted it, "Oh, poor, frightened," etc.

"It's okay, there's plenty of your people in that warehouse over there. Depending on your mood, I'll go check on you later, so just take it easy."

Thus, when he tied Rosa up handily, he pushed her into the warehouse, trying to push her away.

(On the other hand, I wasn't bluffing. I'm just acting according to my intended purpose: getting pinched and boosting my magic)

Rosa excuses herself, staring at her skin rubbed unharmed.

Even so, it was necessary to encounter these kinds of dangers for the purpose.

On the contrary, it wasn't surprisingly that I saw a controlled group of pirates and wanted to rank them "offensive" or even tour them a little closer.

No, I kind of thought it was supposed to be a legitimate desire as a follower of Rosism, and it shouldn't be blamed.

(... but at this level of pinch, there's no sign of ever increasing magic...)

However, the excuse did not serve as an excuse, as Rosa did not feel much of a crisis, even to the present situation, which was restrained in rope.

Because if you apply the healing power that you have - that is, the healing magic that accelerates fertility - you can rot the vegetable rope, or you can rot the wooden door and escape.

After all, rot is universal.

(Though I've been tempted by the presence of an absolutely high value "offense"...... it's still not as good as when I see Beltan's adorable words and behavior. I can't honor you at all with this, it's not loaded on my heart.)

I've already become a body that doesn't respond to anything other than Bernardo.

The self-derision leaks.

Then,

"Did you just laugh? You're pretty calm."

From right next door, a voice rang like a surprise.

Looking back, the Lord of the Voice is an older woman who looks like an old woman.

At first glance, she looked familiar with the rope that devoured her skin, gently clapping her shoulders.

"If you can't laugh, cry as much as you want now and then throw up. If they throw up in a narrow hangar, it's a nuisance over here."

She is also used to travelling by boat.

When Rosa stared back, she briefly named me "I'm Malta," and cleverly scratched up her dark hair with her tied arms.

"Flower sales. They found out I was fooling around with the money at the whorehouse and sold it to them. Ma, I'm a slave, and this isn't the first time I've been sold or bought like this, so I don't know what to do. But the others are usually ladies who were sold or grabbed by debt cats. I could cry."

Marta glanced at Rosa but tilted her neck wonderfully when she saw her.

"But you don't cry, do you? Aren't you scared?

"Right, not really. Would you say that your mission as a rose apostle is stronger..."

"What?"

"Ah no, anything. My name is Rosa."

From the first meeting, she inadvertently nearly ran to rot remarks, and Rosa hastily restrained herself.

"Gentlemen, you mean they're catching you as a commodity, right? Are we to be sold somewhere?

Finally, just because I don't overlook this situation either, I'll ask.

I guess it's because I'm experienced, Malta's answer was clear.

"Yes. Most of them aren't sold to whorehouses in Wangdu. But I think some of it's gonna go down here."

"Do you mean to be liberated?

"No, upside down. They sell it here. Oh, my God, here - I thought I said Langheim. There's a famous countess of pigs here. Instead of missing out on the pirates entering and leaving the harbor, they were supposed to offer one or two women. The men were talking earlier."

…………

Rosa was stunned.

What Marta says is definitely about her father.

(That pork... Huh! Oh, my God!

I've been putting a lot of effort into raising Beltan lately, neglecting my father's surveillance.

Perhaps he came up with poking that gap and buying an amateur woman for cheap.

It's not illegal to buy slaves, but if that was the girl who got caught, it's not the story.

Moreover, yesterday, the purchase of slaves for sexual purposes is forbidden.

(Slave play is allowed up to 2D!

Although rotten, no, Rosa burned fierce anger at her father because she is somewhat extreme in her corrupt ways.

That meat will be slaughtered later.

But Marta lifted her red lips more and laughed at Rosa.

"Hey, you too, I hope they buy it here. You can't live in a whorehouse, but if you're an aristocratic sex slave, you can be a mistress if you succeed. From what I've seen, you're the best balls. Why don't you work with me and get them both down here together?

"No, because in the first place, we must not be bought, etc."

With anger at his father, the words tremble.

Hearing it, Malta flickered her tied hands into the universe to persuade her.

"No way, you don't believe someone can help you. All right, all right. Look, I don't want a god saving a sick woman like us. I have to grab a little bit of a good environment myself. A noble mistress is the pinnacle of our eyes."

Speaking powerfully, she really seems to be dividing herself as a weak person.

Now, he's also a nostalgic character.

In addition to his frightening expression, his creepy black eyes seeped purely worrying about Rosa.

"Especially if the guys on this ship like it. You're not gonna turn your teeth on the men, are you? Because they seriously suck. A pirate is a lump of desire, but there's not enough women on the voyage."

"Because it's what you're lacking...?

Rosa rebelled thrilled. No, I know the rest of that.

(We're heading to the Love of the Lords!?

Less excitement, blood pressing all at once against the heart.

To Rosa, who faded slightly beside her, Marta cut the words with care and nodded with a strange face.

"... well, that's the thing"

The intention of Malta's statement, of course, is "to be made comforting by pirates hungry for women".

"... that's what it is"

But Rosa had received it in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

(What to do...... I'm getting harder and harder to get out of here...)

After all, would the man who was called that head Casilla be the head of the "attack"?

No, or surprisingly, "attack" around the chief sailor, and the captain "take".

Yes, although the captain has excellent control, he has the weakness to lose his mind's equilibrium due to mundane things. Probably.

That, usually a serene voyage chief, leans in and supports the beastly side at times. I'm glad it's something like that.

Two fluctuations and a rotten pace gushed out of the inside of her body, and Rosa hastily dissipated it in the form of magic.

It accelerated the "growth" of the wilderness that was made of hemp and caused it to rot.

It is a rope that uses rotting power.

"You, that power......! Plus, that hair......!

"Huh? Oh, that's magic. If you use other magic, the disguise will be solved. I'm sorry to surprise you. Oh, and Mr. Malta, if you don't mind."

Malta screams a little to the supernatural power that only nobility can hold, and to the fluttering blonde hair that has turned colour with light.

Rosa remained in the sky above, exercising her rotten rope on the girls nearby.

(After all, we'll be able to go to the whorehouse during the stopover, so I wonder if we can observe their rose love behavior.... Yeah, but that's what triggered the crack in the pirate couple)

Rot the rope.

Let it rot.

Let it rot.

(I knew you'd like a woman, and "take it" to throw up and turn your back. But that thick arm is grabbed by an even more disappointing "offensive" arm. Shake it off, no, I can't shake it off. "Attack" sounds frustrating. "Damn, in the end, your face was glitchy and I couldn't buy a woman"......!

The girls with their ropes untied look at them in surprise.

The magic that nobility alone possesses. I can't believe I'm exercising that for these lower level women without chanting.

Before the miracle, Rosa whispered sharply to them all at once.

"Shit. Quiet."

Because it's a very good place right now.

(Surprised "take". But I can't be honest with you. You manage to shake off your arms and run off on the deck. Chasing "Attack"! Both fierce offenses! from, hugging and finishing every sail body! "You're the only one who's my captain". Lots of rudder on the route of love. Aah!!

Less excitement, my heart rattled and my rotten sweat seeped in.

I'm sure I'll look like a fine pervert, trying to stick it around the girls' wrists and rough my breath.

"Ah... are you okay..."

Growling in ways that Malta fears.

Looks suspicious.

Rosa wiped her sweat and deluded herself, "I'm fine".

I'm not a pervert, I'm fine.

And that's when.

"Oh, did you make a good boy?

The door opened with a rambling noise and a pirate man came aboard.