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

(After that, my uncle totally liked His Highness Chris... Not only does Your Highness look trusted about your uncle again. Oh, I guess I missed my choice...)

Rosa leaks a howl of sigh as she slides her finger on the back cover of the blurry Rose Elementary book.

Damn, every day is a life-threatening offense.

It's a day to soften your spirits to the beating of sexuality under the water.

Still, I bracketed the high that it was about a few days at most, but what an offer Anton made to Chris yesterday to extend his stay to a week.

If you sneak up on your intentions,

"Hey, looking at His Highness Chris and you, the idea of a lily situation springs up from the next to the next, in the last three days, hey?

and by "Ok".

You see, his notebook, which was shown, is amazingly written with dream situations and thoughts in a language that even Rosa can't decipher.

"How many words is this...?

"Uniquely invented from three different languages, Anton. I was burned by a superior priest before, so this is how I've been encrypting it ever since."

"And for writing, even language development independently!?

"Oh. I am proud to say that it has become a language truly worthy of lily writing, characterised by an abundance of onomatopes and tasteful horny..."

Heh, and Rosa was overwhelmed by Anton smiling at Annui.

(He stays in Berk at the risk of finding out and develops up to one language just to express his desire, just to realize his desire, right? I don't think it's sane.)

Even myself, I have postponed going out of the house only to fulfill my desires, and in trying to protect the Seven Five Artists Arena just to express my desires, the two were among those who were really similar, but Rosa, who didn't realise much about her obedience.

(The enemy, Uncle, is the man who gave all of his life to Lily. Seriously, if I don't drop it in the swamp, I'll be dropped...)

With a sense of slaughter, Rosa glances closely at Anton beside her.

and at that time the door was opened with light footsteps.

It is Chris, the only person who can get into and out of this room without a knock.

"I'm home, Rosa. And Father Antony."

"Welcome back, Your Highness. It was cold out there. We'll make warm tea soon."

Rosa's mood suddenly surfaces in the appearance of her frivolous husband today.

Chris pulled his jaw like a little lit up when he approached him and let him receive his coat and such for reward.

"What, you don't even do such a samurai impersonation. As I have said many times, you are my... yu, my friend. Don't wait for me to come home. I hope you're forgiven first."

(Yes! A Piece of Dele of the Day!

Rosa's moments don't stop when she returns to Chris, who behaves economically well.

Has it become tangled with the princes of the main palace even today, like this?

"Oh no, um... yes..."

When I get alarmed, Chris Tan wields adoration in the brain theater.

To suppress the excitement and breathing of dodgy waves, Rosa lay her eyes down and had to suppress her chest with both hands.

Chris, on the other hand, was smudged by Rosa's words and actions, which only seemed like a shameful maiden, "How innocent as ever".

I didn't know you would be so illuminated and delighted even against your own unwieldy friend proclamation. When Rosa at all, she reacts so cute that she can't believe she's older -.

(You were right to invite Father Antony in.)

Chris thought that as he glimpsed Anton smiling at me and here from the back of the room.

A priest of St. Julia, known for his strict commandments and doctrines, who gathers people's trust from righteous behavior.

Even the mother's holding priest - this is the Berk Orthodox priest - is so tough that I thought Anton would be the owner of an ancient idea, and he was also an intelligent figure who was very flexible and through various books, both ancient and present.

Listening to them with a gentle grin and really unraveling people's hearts is somewhere similar to Rosa's.

Even Chris, who is familiar with people, was able to be honest with himself without his elbows in front of Anton, and Rosa, too, has seemed lively since Anton's appearance.

(Kind of Rosa, you've changed a little bit)

Rosa, from Chris, is a man with the strength of his core, but still with a grudge and deep pity at the bottom of his heart.

No matter how serene you grin on a daily basis, on the other hand, you stare far away with sad eyes when you lift your face from the book.

When he sees her like that, he is reminded of her delicacy and delicacy, and Chris gets a lot of chest pain.

But since Anton came, she's been different somewhere.

I was getting more warm and red tides on my cheeks, more power caged in my eyes and more humane in my expression.

I'm sure the priest's inclusiveness and serenity are giving Rosa peace of mind and eliciting honest emotions.

Before this and other trivial things like lily or rose to decorate the vase, I was flirting with Anton, but if you think about it, this is the first time I've seen this deeply itchy girl argue with someone.

To the way Rosa looked at her opponent in an unfamiliar way - it was only an uptake - Chris had a smiling thought.

Besides,

"Hey, Your Highness Chris. I made some tea for you. My tea, would you like a drink?

Chris broke up with Rosa, who sticks up perfectly and recommends tea with a serious face.

Since Anton's appearance, Rosa has never been more aggressive in baking Chris' care.

Hi, they're burning up a confrontation against him for getting Chris' credit at once.

(Damn, are you kidding me? cute yazu)

These days Rosa has been busy trying to stick with Anton to recommend sweets to Chris and let him read the book.

When he forced me out of service besides Rosa, he said, "Oh, me too? Good afternoon" is a big difference from my previous attitude, which caught me off the hook.

As for Chris, who wants to be set up, this situation is of course preferable.

While receiving Rosa's offering cup in an upbeat mood, Chris once again loosened his cheek to see how happy Rosa would be if she became Leon's wife and her own stepsister.

And as a cloth stone to such a futuristic prediction map, she managed to get a grin that tried to gush up even more, squeaking her fingers out the door.

"Good, let's go."

"Excuse me, sir."

It is Bernardo in knightly clothes, whoever it may be, who has entered the room with the signal.

The separation is basically forbidden for men, but only clergy and doctors, and knights entrusted with formal use from the main palace, are allowed to enter with Chris' consent.

Leon and Chris are using it and tailoring Bernardo to listen to you, engaging Rosa and him.

Knowing that, Rosa thanked Chris as she smiled happily at his brother's appearance.

Chris raises his hand gently and responds to Eagle Deep.

(In fact, speaking of today, it's not for Rosa, it's for me and my brother.)

With a groan inside, Chris spoke to Bernardo.

"Did you bring the example thing?

"Yes, over here"

What Bernardo humbly asked for was a fine wax seal and an envelope with even a golden colour.

The crest dropped on the wax is a lion on a crossing sword. It means a royal circular.

In front of Rosa watching strangely, Chris cleverly opened the letter and retrieved a single invitation that was inside.

"Rosa, Mother - Your Majesty has sent you an invitation to the Tea Party."

"Huh? To me, is it?

"Oh. Originally, Your Majesty loved tea parties. He would love to surround the table with my children's friends. Especially since you're cured of your illness."

Most importantly, "Invite my daughter Chris's friends," so not only Rosa, but also a few of the courtiers who have attended the outhouse will be present.

"This also means an apology to me for having once exercised the power of forced eviction. It is a great honor to be invited to a tea party hosted by Her Majesty the Queen, so let's restore the ladies' reputation. Of course, your honor will be even stronger."

Chris explained smoothly, but Rosa lowered her brow like she was in trouble instead.

"No. Um, if the purpose of the Tea Party is to attract the ladies, it seems thick that I, the fallen nobleman, will come... Your Majesty's comfort is not my strength, but the gift of Ladu's efforts and those of the medical corps."

Rosa does not know that Camille had suffered the Queen for a long time due to her healing powers.

Because the surroundings that cared about Rosa's delicate mind (...) did not tell the truth about the abominable conspiracy in detail.

As a result, Rosa only knew that Camill had "dyed her hands on a serious incident and sent her to the monastery," but she thought it was "too much of an attempt to retaliate against Rosa for misconcepting the offense, because she nearly involved herself in the apt," and she understood that "the Queen recovered from the curse of healing" simply because of Ladu and medical personnel.

That's why, as Rosa, I stated the truth without a threshold, but I didn't realize that such behavior was increasingly making me look like a "humble and deeply itchy girl".

"Besides, I'm not ashamed to have a debutant. I wonder if it would be inconvenient for the other party to host a tea party hosted by His Majesty for the first time."

"The other way around, Rosa."

"Huh?"

To politely put in a no, Rosa mentioned other reasons, but there was an immediate objection to that.

"I'll be at the tea party, and my brother, and then Ladu, will be invited as your Majesty's attending physician. Don't worry about it, do you? Plus, I can decorate my debutante with a tea party hosted by His Majesty. We are fully prepared to assist your debater."

"Support...? Your Royal Highness," The People "?

"Oh. When we talked about the Tea Party earlier, I decided to talk to my brother and tailor your dress. I don't thread it on my budget. My brother also says let the frills and laces drown your whole body. I've only got three days, but I'll make sure you have a great dress."

"Huh..."

Rosa was purely bewildered, rather than pleased.

(I think it means tightly sealing the "coating" with frills and lace... But more than that, it is not the use of blood taxes fulfilled in the national interest to develop even more adoration, for example by expanding the costume of a bell tan like Boy God...?

Anyway, because the "push" is a shining state, which means world peace.

"Well, if you'll give me that kind of courtesy, give it to Bernardo."

"Only this time, that's none. Finally, Bernardo cannot be present at the Tea Party because he cannot yet be entrusted with escorts at the last seat of the Knights, and three days later, he is supposed to be off duty"

Told clearly, Rosa lowered her eyebrows more and more.

I can't believe Leon, Chris and Radu said they were going to be there, but there's no Bernardo at the heart.

No, the picture surface where the three of them drink tea would be beautiful enough, but still with such a tea party, grapeless wine.

I just can't brew it. Even existential significance is at stake.

When Rosa was reluctant, there was a push from an unexpected direction.

"Sister. Don't worry about me. Please join the tea party."

Bernardo.

He made me smile and proclaim the beauty that still makes me feel the good beauty of the world today.

"Even I'm not familiar with socializing, I can understand that attending Her Majesty's Tea Party is the highest honor. Even I want to see my beautiful sister around here for once."

I also felt like I kind of bit the word along the way, but you seem to care about Rosa.

There, Chris pulls Rosa's ears from jaw to jaw, whispering like a prank.

"Besides, it's easier for me and my brother to talk without Bernardo... right?

"Huh...?

If you don't grasp the intent and look back, Chris just says, "Don't tell me," and comes over with a good wink.

Rosa, who quickly rebuffed the words, looked up all the time.

(What do you want to talk to me about in confidence to Beltan...? I wonder if this means that you want Beltan's tactics to be taught in secret, which means an ops conference!?

If you think about it in a corrupt thought circuit, it will inevitably be such an answer.

Think about it, the Leons said they'd show Rosa the BL kaleidoscope she wanted, but in the end, as of now, they've never shown me that kind of approach.

Rosa was in a hurry, too, but I guess that means they were in a hurry more.

By and large, it's hard to imagine the Leons, who have only ever been interested in women, figuring out how to approach Bernardo.

I'm sure they're asking for advice from the corrupt Supervisor.

Rosa was nervous at first glance and throated.

What a critical mission.

But make sure you live up to expectations.

Making him snort in horror, Chris grinned full face and squeezed Rosa's hand tightly.

"Good! I'm so happy. It's a promise. You're definitely in. I didn't have to be absent later."

How delightful the operation conference is, I get stabbed in the nail many times.

So he groans, "Before Rosa changes her mind," and takes a seat gently.

"If that's what you decide, it's a needle arrangement!

I'll tell you soon, or I'll freshen up and go through the door.

Probably get in touch with the people.

Even if you don't fish for me in a dress or something, I'm tickled off that if it's a BL ops conference, I'll be accepting it for twenty-four hours.

"... hey"

A horrible voice hung from behind me.

It was completely left in the conversation, Anton.

"Oh, uncle... Father. I apologize for all the talk we've had. I don't know, Bernardo's here because of it, and he can turn it over and have a little tea."

"That won't be the case!

When Rosa tries to set up the approaching Tea Time with Bernardo somehow, it gets blocked.

He looked to Rosa and Bernardo again as he coughed up his sincerity to shame for disturbing his tone.

"You guys. Don't you realize you're about to get into a hell of a situation?

"Huh?"

Rosa and the others blink at the same time.

"Rosa, how did you wear your manners as an aristocrat?

"Uh... mainly books, the missing part, from the decree out of the old house..."

"I see. What women didn't teach you is the defeat..."

Answering the sudden question deceptively, Anton dropped his sigh and rubbed his head like tired.

"Okay? A tea party organized by my wife, not my husband, but my son of the right age, is a pageant."

"Huh? Who and whose is it?

From the point of view of the decadent, Leon and Bernardo are the first ones to be considered.

But Bernardo won't be at the tea party.

Rosa frowned,

"Of course, it will be up to you and His Highness Leon!

He told me to scold him, and I finally stopped.