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

Rosa ran.

For adoration.

Throw down your heels along the way, teasing the hem of your heavy dress, and running nagging as your hair softens in the wind.

What would I have done if I hadn't found Radu, but fortunately I was able to locate him right away.

No, in this case, should I say unfortunately...

As soon as she set foot at the foot, Rosa felt the air take a disturbing precipitation with her skin.

of exotic tiled private houses. From here, I hear beastly groans.

The men, who must have been working in the field until earlier, are not squatting on the side of the road.

Some suffered from scratching their throats or unstoppable bleeding.

(I can't believe it's such a harsh "symptom"...)

Normally, even Rosa's rotten heart has no room for excitement, although it would have been grandiose in ethnic costumes not seen in Berk or in men who fold and fall.

That means an unprecedented crisis.

Rosa faded and approached the men aggressively, but as they crawled, she realized she was aiming for a place and stopped moving.

At the end of this road, on a little open land, a large building.

It is about two stories tall and not so tall, but a thin tower rises in the center and rocks the flag.

If you gaze, on one side of the wall, there was a relief similar to a prayer painting.

Near its entrance, the stuffy and afflicted continue to push and reach for salvation.

Chapel or temple?

It may be some kind of institution that will be the center of the faith of the people of Apt.

Rosa hurried to the building when she said no to the people squatting on the road, saying 'Later, always, heal, because' in Apt.

Radu is the son of a leader who boasts excellent medical skill.

Maybe he stepped on to lead the people in these institutions so that healers could combine priesthood in Berk.

Fulfilling, he was there.

"Master Radu!

I guess it's for medical use, wearing white long-wearing "Kaftan" plus a clean white mouthcloth and a horned hat.

The figure still looked like a clergyman performing a ritual somewhere.

Behind a sloppy, bedside lined building, across a watermarked carved compartment, several men, including Radu, are hitting the cure.

Perhaps they are a family of doctors, and chiefs.

Radu, who was bending beside the patient, raised his face to Rosa's voice.

However, the movement was immense and slow.

"... Rosa. I'm here."

He is taking the hands of a patient lying on his sleeping table and injecting him with some medicine.

Rosa put her hair together, tore through the hem of her difficult to move dress, and with it she dropped the mud on her legs, imitating the other patients and taking the liquid that was placed near the entrance.

Even the underdeveloped people of Berk can understand as much as disinfection.

He walked avoiding the people lying down to the gap between the bedroom and the bedroom, and reached under Radu.

In Berk, the sight of weak people gathering in one place like this is quite overwhelming, as doctors basically visit more and sick people are something to cage in the house.

"That's an amazing number of people..."

"... the hospital, say. I guess it's like what I call an ambulance in Berk. In Apt, however, we all gather here if we suffer from disease, even if we are not children or the poor. Healing them is one of the mission of the clan of chiefs."

Radu explains it, but I'm not trying to look at this one.

Sometimes it simply isn't the other way around, but he seems ill himself.

"Well, Ladu himself..."

"I'm sorry, but I can't afford to be dealing with you right now. And you can afford to work my ribs."

To observe from the remarks, it still appears that he was attacked earlier by Kamil, to the point of hurting his bones.

And of course he himself, suffers from "disease".

He seemed calm, too, and if he approached him, under the mouthcloth he was roughing his breath and sweating.

Radu told him in a low voice as he moved only his eyes.

"Get out of here. For you, for us."

Rosa was frightened when she saw the amber eyes with complex emotions.

He's in a hurry, and he's frustrated.

I'm concerned about Rosa's "illness," but at the same time, I can't help but suppress my anger towards Berk.

The magic that destroys the inside with one arm swing, as if to grin at the healing they built.

to a Berk human being who exercises it for truly selfish reasons.

"... Lady Radu. What does bone regeneration have to do with immunity?

"What?"

But when Rosa held her fist, she never asked Radu for her will.

"Earlier, Master Kamil said that causing excessive healing causes symptoms like illness. I mean, this is, say, a prayer painting, an immune Aptus rampage, right? When I now use my healing powers to heal my bones, does that rampage get worse? Or does it matter?

"Ultimately, it wouldn't be irrelevant... what the hell?

"Not irrelevant, but instantly, you can't say, can you? If..."

Rosa pushed her hands against Radu's upper belly as she forcefully took the word butt and interpreted it.

- Fluffy...

As soon as possible, soft light floods the area.

Radu, who withdrew in surprise, noticed the pain pulling from his ribs and opened his eyes even further.

…………

"I'm a healer, too. So Master Kamil's healing power doesn't work. How about Ladu? Now, for one thing, I've only had bone pain pulled off."

'True, you still have a fever and vomiting sensation, but only the pain is pulling... did you just make the nervous system pain disappear...'

Radu gazed seriously at Rosa's face as she grumbled often in Apt.

"Is healing something you can control so finely? The healers I saw in the Royal Palace were healing with more power moves or even more regenerative power everywhere."

"I guess that's what happens to lords with a lot of magic. I specialize in building the quality of magic and the sophistication of control."

I let it snort strangely, but Rosa's highly sophisticated magic is almost a product of coincidence.

The sophistication of magic says how closely control can be defined, that is, imagination.

In other words, Rosa, who has spent twenty-four hours and three hundred and sixty-five days training in the name of paranoia, boasts so much magical control that she can almost say contemporary one.

He or she is not very conscious, but is also able to rot things without chanting, in fact, thanks to the noble decadent ability to "spin a huge amount of images in the brain, even without going through a spell".

And just behind Rosa and the others, one of the healers who was hitting treatment fell into the spot with a low groan.

'Hey, don't give me a concussion or anything on this occasion......!?

Radhu, poisoned, still reaches out and supports his body.

Essentially, he and his brothers who were taken hostage are unfriendly.

Still, if you become a patient, you can hardly help but hit healing at a level that can be described as almost instinctive - that's what the "pledge" of the Apt people to interact with God is all about.

The people, the brothers, and myself are finally trying to reach their limits.

Radu set his mind and turned to Rosa.

"Rosa, will you lend me your healing power? Even if they sold me to the kingdom, I am Aptan - the descendant of Aptus. You can't spare the lives of people."

I tell you sincerely, without mixing disgust, and with a floating attitude.

but Radu frowned as Rosa suddenly did a trick to hold her nostrils all the way down.

"Rosa?"

"Yes, no, anything"

I just got hit on the sincere side of my daily sarcastic S-system character and got nosebleeds.

(On the other hand, with spinal reflexes, I replaced "people" with "Bernardo"... this is also some kind of defense boy... still defense boys are good... No, no, not in that case, no, not in that case...!

Rosa was tempered to get rid of her troubles and then looked up properly.

"Of course, Master Radu. Let me help you, too, Apt. Ap Tan... I will never forgive that the inside of Apt is ravaged like this"

…………

You offered from yourself, and when Rosa clearly undertook, Radu took a slight breath.

(She can't believe...)

Inside, honest exclamation leaks.

The light of will overflowing from Rin's purple eyes was dazzling when she said she was a small, younger girl than herself.

Such a child existed in the kingdom.

Radu doesn't believe in the Berk God.

I was never moved by the white statues of angels that the kingdoms stood in the church, nor by the statues of the Virgin, who honored the laughter of mercy.

Incense, white magnetic skin and flowing beneath it is cold blue blood that demeans and exploits others.

A smile that is hailed as beautiful is a cold smile that scorns heresy.

I drown in the magic "Hiragana", which ignores the Word of the World, and do not listen to the truth that the weak preach.

But - she wasn't.

Rosa expressed an interest in the words of Apt., discerning and defending the meaning of the prayer painting, and now offering the magic for Apt, which is only heretical to her.

Radu sat Rosa aside as she felt her chest get hot.

I feel a different fever at my fingertips, touching my arm, Rosa, that I touched to attract, than was caused by "disease".

"I'm not familiar with magic. What do I have to do for Rosa to heal?

"Tell me the symptoms and their cause - if possible, what kind of immunity Aptus is. The more information you have, the more clues you should have on how to heal."

"Okay."

Radu nodded and immediately started talking.