There is a small country that separates one forest from the most glorious Kingdom of Berk on the continent.
Derived from the Berk religion, the people deeply believing in the Virgin Mary Julia were pleased, the Little Kingdom of Saint Julia.
However, the ambulance was located in a place that was deeply green and could be called one country.
"Sisters. There's tea in here."
"Wow! Thank you, Father"
In an autumn garden with mild leaking days, Mia, who was caring for lily flowers, looks up all the time to the call of the priest, the Lord of the ambulance.
Together with the "sisters" who were working together, they gazed at the delicate pot of hot air as they gathered at an iron table placed in a corner of the garden.
"What is today's tea, Father?
"It's a flavored tea with vanilla and white lily notes transferred to the tea leaves. It's very fragrant, isn't it?
"Yes! Really, it smells good!
"Fragrant, say it. Because you are all loved ladies of the Virgin Mary."
It is mainly girls who have been afflicted by poverty, violence, etc. who are in ambulance, and from their origins, speech tends to be messy.
But when the priest narrowed his grey eyes gently, and told him so calmly, Mia blushed her cheeks, and reworded them as if they had.
"Oh, my God."
"Excellent"
As soon as possible, the priest deepens his flutter and grin.
Slim and lean with a neat face.
The eyes glowing behind the silver edge glasses are intelligent gray, as is the gray hair, which also appears silver with the addition or subtraction of light.
From its noble brilliance and the holy coat bearing the crest of the Virgin Mary, the Mias gazed at the priest of beauty, nicknamed in part "Apostle of the Lily".
All of us here are girls who have been sold off or abused by their parents and run away.
Inevitably, there was a habit of strong vigilance and fear towards adult men, but only this priest was an exception.
Because he helps the girls in no way in return, and has just given them protection in this ambulance, day after day, serene time and upbringing.
Many ambulances actually exploit girls sexually while protecting children in front of the building, but the apostles of this lily are different.
For example, when he surrounds the table in this way, he always keeps more than one girl in attendance, so that there is no bullying, etc., so that the girls can pair up with each other and take care of the elderly meticulously to educate the young.
Mia snuck her gaze with her "sister" and snuck "Father looks lovely today" and chewed happiness in her heart in the days when she could have such a small exchange.
(Oh, I'm really happy that the priest picked me up. If you're like the use of heaven, you're in this world)
Just picked up, Mia, who was twisting, told the priest, "What's the aim? Are you holding me?" I have asked indignantly.
But he just answered this gently, without moving on to it.
"You must have been scared so far. But don't worry. I won't touch one finger on you guys, and I'll definitely try to protect you. Watch you guys make contact with your sisters in a safe place, with a happy smile - because that's purely my happiness."
and.
Mia wondered if such a saint was in the world.
Though I thought, the suspicion melted over time as I continued to touch the priest's honest attitude, and now instead the budding trust has grown to loyalty and rooted throughout my body.
(But the "Apostle of Lilies" in the Twelve Apostles symbolizes cleanliness and devotion? not perfect for a priest)
According to what I heard, the priest's hair was originally blonde, but the color fell out as a result of his hard work during the monastery.
I'm sure he was heartbroken by the poverty and violence that swirled around the world.
(Hmm? Wait. But blonde hair, it's only the color of nobility, isn't it? A priest was a nobleman?
Mia leaned her neck toward the question now, but faster than she could say it, Anna, who got to the seat across the street, began to talk.
"Speaking of which, Father. I've met someone called The Rose Angel."
She just came to the ambulance yesterday, a girl with impressive red hair. Anything, he came all the way from his neighbor Berk, who relied on rumors, to this ambulance because he nearly became a slave to his parents' debt kata, but was lucky to be freed, but not likely to go.
Are you happy to distract the priest, Anna embarked on herself.
"My parents sold me to pirates. I cried all the time on the boat that I could sell myself like this, but then, in some port, I was helped by the Rose Angel."
"Heh, 'Rose Angel'. Do you mean a kind and noble person?
blink the eyes behind the glasses, as the priest attracted interest.
Anna said, "Yes!" He nodded and began to talk about how wonderful the person was.
"He's a little younger than me, but he's a really pretty kid"
"Wow. Are you a beautiful girl"
"That's already! Even though you are a nobleman with an angelic face, you have spared no effort to use your magic to break the rope for us and cover us from the pirates. When she took my hand, I cried like an idiot."
"Hands. Really? That makes you cry."
The priest does not scold, but sincerely hammers Anna, who curls too much of the excitement.
"The angel of the rose" told me that he had freed all the women who were on the spot, that he had arranged for the needy even to the roadbank of his seat, and then Anna sighed, howling.
"So I was in Berk for a while to save up on my travel expenses, and what I heard was that she was then invited to the Wang Capital. So, one miracle after another there, and now you're obsessed with her as a reputable prince, a princess, and then a foreign prince? Sounds like a story!"
"It is. It really sounds like a story or an opera."
"Isn't it? Right now, in the capital of the king of Berk, it's her rumor. I thought you were going to be a queen. But I'm convinced. Blonde, with beautiful purple eyes, really like a rose flower...... Oh, Rosa, it's called."
"Rosa......"
Until then, the priest, who had carefully poured tea substitutes, mutters quietly and stops his hand.
Mia tilted her neck as she was listening to him, suddenly silenced.
"Um, what's wrong, Father?
…………
"Father Antony (...)?
Calling him again, including his name, when he was depressed, it seemed that he had finally returned to me.
"... no, anything"
Shake your head loosely and re-pour the tea.
He smiled to reassure Mia, but in the next moment those grey eyes were directed in a direction towards the mountain - the Kingdom of Berk.
"I just feel a little nostalgic."
Behind him the wind blew, and a lily with a white petal made a disturbing noise.
The morning of the diligent Berk Royal Castle begins before the chickens begin to ring.
Light the fire, open the armor doors, and incorporate the clear air of the morning.
Thus, by the time the sky began to firmly white, the lively voice of the servants was echoed from everywhere.
In the bedroom with the curtains still down, the person, waking up his body, drew his knees from sheet to sheet, blurring his gaze into the universe.
Bury your jaw in your knee-held arm and clear your ears often.
It was her custom, since she had been married to this country.
Beyond the door, are there any enemies?
Malicious rumors, mockery, whispers of contempt.
The lowlifes, who don't know their masters are already awake, are flowering into public discourse in the ensuing room.
They talk amazingly well at times like this, not because they are purposefully chatty-loving women, but because they think their uncomfortable masters are asleep, even though they are serving the lowest surnames of men who would be somewhat stiff in their mouths.
She didn't dare to embarrass herself because stealing and listening to it would also lead to her own safety.
The prince's Rin, the ability of an exotic healer.
The growth of a princess whose siblings have recently gotten along well.
Political rush fragments. Rumors of Ichii.
Then yes, the queen's joy in healing. The topic turns to the point.
Picking them up with her ears, she lifted only one shaped lip.
"... to say as I took it and attached it"
Even the solitaire became Berk, not my native language at all.
Staring at the blurry door as it were, the little ones can finally heat up their voices.
"- So yesterday I finally saw the rose angel too!
Listening to the obviously bounced voice, she raised her eyebrows tingly.
Rose angel.
Rosa von Langheim.
When she was still in the hospital bed, she was the daughter who led her out of the palace as the princess's talker.
And a brilliant, dedicated daughter who performed "The Miracle of Apt".
"He was a really pretty kid. It's like I was in the library looking for a book, but even turning a book, it's like a painting of a width."
"No, but didn't you just fall down before this? However, I pushed my sick body and put too much energy into healing mastery..."
"Yes, yes! That's it!
Rumor-loving young voice's lowest name turns up her voice like she's excited.
That Rosa is immersed in regaining consciousness and reading Apt mythology, even though she has lost her magic in The Miracle of Apt.
Being fluttered or even fainted all the time for sickness or while reading.
Still shaking off my surrounding worries and working on my healing mastery, probably out of self-blaming notions that "if there was a healer to solve the healing, the tragedy of Kamil wouldn't have happened," etc., what the princes see, etc.
The lowlife, who was speaking enthusiastically, raised her voice, "Oh," whether she remembered an act in the library.
"To the nasty Rosa, His Royal Highness seems totally obsessed. Lady Rosa keeps sticking around to see if she can't help herself. If you want to stretch out toward a high bookshelf, you can reach out to His Highness Leon behind you, His Highness Chris from the left, and His Highness the Healer from the back of the bookshelf to support you simultaneously."
"Wow. You like a man named Rosa?
"No, that's the story of a samurai working away from the palace, who says she's so pretty, but she doesn't feel like a man."
A mixed word immediately returns a denial.
Rumor-loving lower-name supplemented information about Hard and Rosa.
I get a little gift from Prince Leon, healers, and the Knights with the House, but I give all of that to my brother Bernardo.
He shows little interest in male and female gossip, and is more eloquent in medical books and biblical reading than that.
It's not so much robustness, but taking part in the samurai's public discourse with a shining eye, if anyone worries about the low level of learning, eagerly mentoring the writing, if anyone worries about poverty, they hand over expensive books lightly, etc.
"Oh, my God, are you really an angel?"
"That's why it's The Rose Angel. The aliases from the Langheim era are apparently real."
"I can't believe it."
Hearing the first name and the other surprise through the door, she sat back on the sleeping table, clapping her shoulders sarcastically.
"Bizarre encounter. I think so, too."
But when she heard the words the lowlifes went on, she disappeared.
"But if it's true, what a chaste child, unlike our queen!
"Hey, I hear you!
The other one gets embarrassed in a hurry, but I guess he doesn't even think the Lord in the bedroom is waking up at all, backwards of words.
The lowlifes did not look particularly bad, accomplished a full morning's support, and then opened the bedroom door with humility.
"Good morning. Her Majesty Queen Dorothea."
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Lord of the room - Dorothea scratches her hair up carelessly, even as if it had just happened.
The sunlight plunged gently out of the window that the lowercases opened with a controlled movement, illuminating her dazzling blonde hair.
Sleek limbs draw luscious curves wrapped in silk bedding, loosely rippled blonde hair and crisp green eyes bore an upside down color fragrance.
A month ago, on the occasion of the "miracle of Apt", the beauty I regained at once.
Dorothea looked at it with cold eyes as it appeared on the mirror stand, and then turned to the small names.
"- Hey."
Sweet voice, like boiled honey.
Running free, whimsical, noble - like a cat.
"I want to throw a tea party. Sometimes, I want to invite my daughter and even her friends to chat without other love. Get your invitations ready."
Dorothea narrowed her eyes gently, like a beast who had identified her prey, toward the window that spread behind the lowest surnames, and toward the outhouse of Christine, the princess that lies ahead.