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

Meanwhile, Bernardo, Leon and Chris, who were left in the library room, had cleaned up scattered prayer paintings and books after returning the samurai.

Nevertheless, it will soon be over, and there will be an attentive silence.

Slightly, Bernardo cut it out with a hard voice.

- Um, Your Highness.

He held his chest down and looked restless somewhere.

"I was embarrassed by Master Kamil earlier...... I'm worried about my sister. If that means we should refrain from entering the men's infirmary, could you still ask Her Royal Highness to go and see how it goes?"

"Oh. Actually, I was thinking about it, too"

Chris nods instantly.

To the two overprotective people, if it had been Leon before, he would have flaunted me and flaunted me even on my shoulders, but surprisingly, he would just give me a silent glance.

Even he cared about Rosa, who had been hurt by his own flames.

Until now, Leon had the impression of not being good at Rosa.

It was pathetic to see, but the contents seemed to have an unholy, evil "welcome" sentiment and instinctive vigilance.

But even such a girlfriend rubbed her heart a lot when she saw her fall bleeding, and her fright shortly after she woke up was such a pain that she couldn't help reaching out as a man.

Thereafter, the appearance of protecting the prayer painting without resentment of burns, combined with the wisdom of discerning the meaning of the prayer painting, is now leaning towards the idea that one might have misjudged oneself.

Nevertheless, it also seems disrespectful to step into a woman's examination site.

Seeing Leon show difficulty, he opened his mouth as Bernardo had decided to.

"It's overprotective, and it seems like a violation of manners, doesn't it? But still, I want to be next to my sister. Because... my sister has a verse that scares men. more because of the abuse inflicted by his real father"

"What?

Leon opened his eyes to what had been told.

Abuse.

I can't believe Russia had such a gloomy reality about a girl who is not calm enough to be held up to a "rose angel".

"Rosa herself told you? I'm sorry, but exaggerating and moaning 'I've been damaged like this' is a common means used by over-aged daughters."

As Leon pointed out with caution, Bernardo shook his neck sideways with a stern face.

"No, my sister doesn't try to tell her surroundings about those things. Rather, he admires and shelters his evil father as much as he admires from the Ha 'a beside him. But I was told about the abuse by an ancient servant."

Bernardo held his fist and dropped his gaze to indulge in anger there.

"Everything my sister said she was neglected by her father because of her resemblance to a mother who was unfriendly, pushed into a dark room from an early age, and was not given a satisfactory meal either. At one time, I also hear that my drunken father called me to his study and was in a cage. In fact, I ran into a scene where my sister was forced by her father to drink and rumble."

"Oh, my God..."

Finally to the story of increased credibility, Leon stretched his face.

So, is Rosa really being abused - frightened by a man?

When I thought so, I learned that the last piece of my vigilance against Rosa, which I had been unable to wipe, would melt.

Filling that space instead was so much sympathy and guilt that I couldn't breathe.

She was simply a thoughtful and core girl, not a calculated and strong girl or anything else.

The strange stares that you occasionally show, and the negative signs that you don't even get to say, were probably not due to evil emotions, etc., but to fear and tension.

What a nobility, and mercy, to crush the hearts and minds of the people in their lives and to have mercy on their half-brothers while they are in such sight.

(Even so, I thought I spotted an evil nature that I didn't have, and you were looking down on her on your own...)

Leon felt ashamed to burn and wanted to hit him in the cheek.

No, it fitted pretty much in your spotlight, and the person you could say, unfortunately, wasn't here.

"Indeed, then, though how much Kamil is an honest man, Rosa would be anxious. After all, it's not clear who the person who did the harm to her is."

"That's it, brother"

and there, Chris opened his mouth so as to block the words.

"... to my brother, I have something to tell you."

"What?

"Well... I don't think it's a definite story, but I think it's offensive to my brother..."

Rarely have my teeth cut badly.

As Leon urged him with his gaze, Chris looked up as if he had thought it through.

"I'm rather uncomfortable with Kamil."

"What...?

To unexpected remarks, Leon unconsciously frowns.

To his rugged expression, Chris seemed a little frightened, but eventually kept going again when he wetted his lips.

"I have the power to feel false under the influence of earthly attributes that favor honesty. I have left many of my talkers so far because their bodies did not accept their deception. No matter how beautiful and good you hear it, if it's false, your skin will be bothered. The more what is hidden, the more evil it is. And earlier, when Camill said," Protect Rosa properly, "I got the same, unpleasant feeling."

Leon listened quietly, but looked up when Camille's name came up.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's that (...) Kamil. I'm not questioning your abilities, but I thought you perceived an official frustration with Radu, not hostility to Rosa?

Indeed, Chris' sensing abilities are far from precise.

Even the earlier discomfort may have reacted to some other part of the statement.

"That guy is a lot of novels, but he's a worthy man to see even about the queen who accepted me back without rebelling and abandoned the adoption of her own accord. Mostly, I don't know why he's so hostile to Rosa."

"That's not true."

But Chris blocked Leon's smooth claim in an upward tone.

"That's not true, brother."

She told her that her jade eyes sparkled with excitement and dyed her cheeks red.

"We got more scratched than you can imagine."

The identity of the emotions that shook my voice was anger.

To a gaze too straight, Leon loses his word.

Chris held his fist.

"Me and Kamil... for years now, they've been grabbing my successor's seat and working towards it. Though I feel painful for my brother, I want to live up to the expectations around me,... my mother's expectations are horrible but sweet, and I have always, always, always wanted to go for it"

Sometimes I was about to be crushed by expectations.

He imposed a workout on himself that exceeded his capacity and said he had fallen.

Both his free identity and his suffering all accepted him in exchange for expectations.

Yet, Chris hoisted the familiar.

"With you back, all of our efforts have been wasted. The stronger one becomes king - even if he understands it in his head, one day he is suddenly branded useless and raises every interest, the horror of it...... can you see on his brother!?

The voice, almost close to screaming.

"The tongue lies easily. I know that better than anyone. No matter how flat you look, only you know what kind of hatred you're making on the inside! At least I couldn't help beating down the princess statue that could be pushed."

Chris exhaled there once, staring at Leon as he shot through.

"If I were Kamil,... if I was smarter than me, and Kamil was dumped on my mother more badly than I was, I would laugh and try to avenge my brother or mother enough. For example, let's make Apt's healer and his brother mistake and delay his mother's recovery."

Both Leon and Bernardo breathe in the remarks that have stepped into their core at once.

Those words alone were wise enough to understand what Chris was wary of.

"My sister revealed the healer's sincerity... that is,... has prevented her from trying to make a mistake...?

Bernardo groans pompously.

Chris avoided making a clear statement, but did not deny it.

"... dude. Whatever it is, just once I felt hostile..."

Leon, who trusts Camille, spoke out his objections as he waved his head loosely, but the words broke off.

Because in my earlier interaction with Radu, I remembered that there was indeed a mistake.

…………

It was also Camille who offered that priority should be given to Rosa's allowances at a time when she tried to pursue Radu's intentions.

I put something on it and made the impression that Radu was a lazy, creditworthy person.

(... calm down. Am I the kind of person who doubts about a human being that I've always trusted with such a simple thing?

Leon puts his hand on his forehead trying to calm himself down.

But one after the other, I noticed facts that were consistent with Chris' hypothesis.

As a healer, Kamil was deeply involved in the Queen's treatment.

He was also the one who entered between Ladu, who had just taken up his assignment and did not remember the Berk language, and a group of healers, and undertook an interpreter.

Since when did the queen fall ill in the first place?

Three years ago, it wasn't long before Leon returned home.

I mean, at the same time - when Kamil was deprived of the opportunity to succeed the Empire, not long after.

Second, Fuzz Aptus' prayer painting, which I just put back on the bookshelf, rises to the back of my brain.

Abnormal autoimmune "fuzz". An excessively (...) powerful (...) immune structure causes abnormalities in the body.

And that's not the "realm" of healers.

What if the cause was a superimposition of healing power?

Sooo, and I feel like cold water is flowing through my heart.

By Leon, Bernardo, similarly faded, was whining low.

"'Forgive me' … 'The aptan burns' … Hello, sister…"

On his head was Rosa, who told him she wanted to "head to the infirmary by herself," even as she stretched her face.

Suppose she was aware of Camille's plans as soon as possible.

Without involving Bernardo, confront Camille alone, and, as such, if you are about to get yourself into some kind of crisis.

"………………"

If you notice, Bernardo had the momentum to kick in the library door and was popping out into the hallway.

Both Leon and Chris will soon follow suit.

The possibility of overthinking, of course, is.

Rather, that's more likely - no, I want it to be high.

Still, the three ran through the hallway, scratching their chests with an unspeakable sense of impatience.

Suppress deviant hearts and brutally knock on the door of the infirmary.

There is no response.

The three pressed their faces harder and harder, finally pushing the door open.

And...

…………

Unmanned infirmary with just fluttering curtains by the window.

Admitting that slight traces of movement remained on its barefoot stone floor, he lost his complexion in alignment.