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

"Hey, Prince. You're in a lot of mood."

Tea Party Day - A mild afternoon with mellow sunlight, even in the cold air.

Radu's teasing voice echoes in the beautifully blooming garden of Tsukishika Tuberose.

In an elegant round table made of iron, Leon, paired with decorative tunics and boots, had long legs in his seat.

For him, who prefers simple outfits like shirts and trousers on a daily basis, it's a rare and tight outfit.

In doing so, the lion-like blonde hair and the harsh beauty are also so powerful that the beholder is breathtaking.

What's more, Radu let Leon, who has a reputation for rarely showing his face to the tea party kind, praise him for getting to the table the most, as if waiting to open the meeting, but Leon flushed it by raising his eyebrows lightly.

"That's what you are. I've never seen you in a costume."

"It's my first social occasion to participate, for once."

Radu also wears white long clothes with embroidered collars in gold thread, rather than a casual long garment "Kaftan" with an open collar.

The head is wearing a square hat with multiple rolls of cloth around it, sprinkling a wide range of cloth from the shoulders and an exotic, attractive outfit.

"I'm not a disobedient pagan prisoner right now, but a doctor of Her Majesty the Queen. You deserve to be in a position, and you have to dress nobly."

"Say something like a cliché"

If Radu laughs, Leon smiles lightly.

But the expression is a light-hearted tone on the back.

It was by Rosa that they resolved their distrust of each other, and then they broke it down to such an extent that they could give light-mouthed recompense.

Rather, as everyone lay flat on a prince filled with prestige and magic, Ladu, who pierced what could be described as an unscrupulous attitude, was becoming an inconceivable friend to Leon.

Now, even when it comes to tea parties, women and men are supposed to separate tables within royal castles, which are often held to the effect that "men talk politically and their wives talk publicly", unlike the general aristocratic fashion.

Radu arrived at the table for men looking bored as he watched the ladies begin to gather at a table for women a little further away.

"But too bad. I can't believe it's not even the same table, even though I'm fashionable to show Rosa the cool part because of it."

"Really? If the tea party starts, you'll have the chance to go talk to him. You don't have to mix up with the ladies from the beginning to get a good glance, I think it's a sensible seat."

Radu narrows his eyes sarcastically, "That's sensible," he said to Leon, clapping his shoulders back.

"For a pageant, I think when I do something that's been going on a long time. What do you think, Prince Leon?

"Well."

To Leon, who gave it back without evil, Radu lifted one eyebrow.

"I heard that. I hope Rosa, from the countryside Langheim, doesn't know how nobles behave, conspired with the princess to make her decide to attend as if she were deceiving. I went out of my way to turn my hand so the watchdog Bernardo could hit me on an off-duty day. Jesus Christ, is this what Prince Wang of Hundred Wars would do, rumor has it that he's never been free of women?

"Don't abuse me too much. I'm still in a hurry."

Leon puts his hand on his chest and makes him moan exaggerated.

I was joking, but in fact, more than half of those words were also serious.

Rosa, unlike any warrant Leon has been dealing with, was too innocent - for a lot of men and women, she was neglected.

First, the demonic eye, even called the golden temptation, doesn't work as if. Previously, if Leon stared for a few seconds, no matter how chaste the woman was, it was something that would take her desire off, but Rosa, as always, would just stare back with those clear purple eyes.

Rather, the deeper its shade, the more Leon is attracted to it.

If I ask you to tea, you mean, "Can I keep it with Bernardo's companion?," if you give me a small item, "I'll give it to Bernardo," if I put my mouth to my ear to think of it, "Is that a secret message?".

Not acknowledging her value to herself and drowning her half-brother, she believes and does not doubt that Leon is the same for some reason, and she just tries to pull Bernardo together.

If Leon, in a hurry, says, "No, I want to talk to you right now," with complete knowledge, he gets a stiff look and begins to correct his residence by saying, "If I were to shoot the general..."

Rosa, who does not fall into the temptation of the Devil's Eye, was salvation and hope for Leon, but when it becomes just so dull, even he wants to look up to heaven.

Most of all, I enjoyed her offense, but only recently did Leon realize that there was.

Rosa is popular in all aspects of the Royal Castle.

Go to the library, be loved by the scribes for their enthusiastic reading, and watch the Knights train, and eagle the Knights' hearts with their flimsy eyes.

It is always pleasant for the eyes and the mind to have a "fuzzy" and benevolent smile, and everything seems to favor even the passing servant.

Also, not believing in people's malice, she is sucked by the crisis surprisingly easily.

When I tried to make my way to the main palace, such as this one, I was called out by Bernardo where I was in danger, and I got nothing from the fact that a pair of bad looking pedestrians asked me to show them the way and were about to be brought into the shadows.

"Because... the two of you say, 'I've gone the wrong way', so I can't overlook this, I was hoping to talk to you..."

The less critical Rosa was dropping her shoulders saying such a nice thing, but on this occasion Chris almost stopped letting her out of the palace, and Leon reinforced her thought, "We need to surround Rosa soon".

"Hi, I think the person I thought was someone who just wanted to get stuck in my arm."

Aware of his unexpected nature, Leon stood shoulder to shoulder without being evil.

I know I can't afford it, but nevertheless, if I've never crossed it to bury the outer moat, I've broken it off.

If we do that, the invitation to the Tea Party from the Queen, which we have never had a choice but to do, is also only a boat to cross.

Just fine that she was interested in Rosa, that's why she conspired with Chris and promptly made Rosa's attendance happen.

"It depends on Her Majesty's mood to behave the Queen's Cup today, but the fact that both me and Chris are shouldering Rosa is in itself somewhat through the conversation. I spoke to Her Majesty the Queen a long time ago, but she had the impression that she, herself, liked Rosa a a lot. I wish I'd done this sooner."

Leon is in a good mood for what he thinks.

"Chris told me that Rosa had been given a gorgeous dress based on gold and red. Her Majesty is famous for fancy things, but even then, Rosa will undoubtedly be in a position to draw attention as the star."

Flashy lover, around, Leon looks sarcastically at the garden.

A garden with blooming flowers with strong aromas, even though I say it's early winter.

Overdecorated furniture, outdoor warm lights luxuriously crafted to keep you from feeling cold.

It's not the samurai who serves them, they're all petty lowlifes.

When the queen was still the Crown Princess, it was given by the former queen to the gardens of this moonlit incense, Tuberose.

All the names come with the rose Rose, but in fact, it's a flower with a sweet scent on its nose, shaped like a daffodil.

"Slutty beauty" in flower language, also known as "whore flower".

It was a garden undoubtedly endowed with Dorothea drowning in luxury and fishing colours, with beauty and petition.

But Dorothea doesn't care about it, she makes the beautiful men fu, makes the children behave like puppets, and throws a tea party at random.

- I'm looking forward to it.

Drinking down her complex feelings for her mother, Leon grinned lightly.

In fact, even in the midst of a flood of painful colors in my eyes, I think Rosa will try to shine beautifully at the moment, because I can look forward to the tea party that was such a hundred million robberies.

"... Phew. Queen Sama likes Rosa, hey."

But Radu muttered profoundly.

"What?

"No? As far as I've dealt with her several times as an attending physician, she didn't look like such an honest woman, but I just thought"

Sincerely, Radu narrows his tinted eyes just a little.

"I hope Rosa doesn't get scratched.... If that happens, it's your fault, and I'll just stick it in there."

"What the hell is that?"

Leon frowned and embarked on himself, but cut the words there.

"Excuse me. May I sit here?

Just because Leon and his men's tables were joined by new participants.

Gray hair, also visible in silver, and intelligent gray eyes covered in glasses. He is a man of the mid-thirties, whose priestly garments are sober with the holy crest of lilies.

The Leons, who had heard from Chris in advance that "Rosa and the clergyman of goodwill had also decided to join them" - it is to remain a stopover by inviting them to tea parties and meals - and switched their consciousness to interacting with new guests.

"I'll see you first. My name is Antony, and I am staying at the House this time, courtesy of Her Royal Highness the Princess and Rosa von Langheim."

"I'd rather talk than my sister. Leon von Berkwein. This is Radu Al Aptan, a native of Apt., known for his healing skills, and attending to Her Majesty the Queen."

"Nice to meet you."

The men greet each other smoothly with due courtesy and brilliance.

The priest who named himself Antony, however clean and serene he may be, and that is what he should call a priest, does not seem to have responded much to Leon's golden eyes either.

Neither showed any particular repentance for Ladu, who had brown skin, and looked comfortable as the person surrounding the table together.

However, Leon observed his opponent subtly under a tattooed grin and, to the priest, he felt something somewhat suspicious, slightly eye-catching.

You're in contact with Rosa and her sister, so you might want to put in a proper exploration at this tea party.

According to prior information, this table should be joined by another priest, the Queen.

His name is Matthias.

Basically, the conversation, I suppose, buzzes between priests, but let's try to skew our ears from time to time.

When Leon decided so to his mind, he turned now, once, to the table for women.

Chris, a person on the organizer's side, has already been at the table and most of the other seats have been filled.

Rosa and the four ladies who were abruptly dismissed from the Palace.

Among them, Countess Petronella von Hugler, who was good at buying the Queen's pleasure, hears that in the outhouse she was using her cousin to harass Rosa, so Leon was heartfelt that she might borrow the queen's authority at this tea party and set up some sort of retribution.

(What does the Queen care about the Countess, who sees or sleeps with a man, who only wears clothes? Oh, or is that why it's compatible)

Always putting together a flashy dress, Petronella has rubbed against Leon with a sweet voice.

Leon frowns, admitting that she is in a good mood to spread her fans.

But there, he felt a certain discomfort.

(... whenever, that's a plain outfit)

Petronella, always dressed like an exasperated peacock, today wears a pale beige dress.

As usual, Chris in horseback riding clothes, with the exception of the three other ladies, all dressed together in grey, dull water and decaying leaves.

The Queen's Tea Party was always supposed to be a nightmarish party, competing for gorgeous and state-of-the-art outfits, full of embroidery, beads, frills and perfume scents.

Leon remembered the heartbeat when he saw the empty seats left behind.

Only two of them haven't come yet.

As a woman of the highest stature, Dorothea the Queen, who has been implicitly promised a late appearance - and Rosa the Countess, who should be the least identified of the guests.

(Why hasn't she come yet...?

I have a bad feeling.

If you look, Chris is also calling in his lowest name with a stretched face and letting him run in the direction of the outhouse.

Probably sent Rosa, who was supposed to have acted differently, to hurry up.

(But that serious Rosa, late?

Did Radu also feel the disturbing air, "Hey," he calls to Leon low.

"Look at that. Queen Sama's Clothes."

Ahead, prompted by his gaze, was the figure of Dorothea, who took Father Matthias in his arms and turned his foot to this side.

A blue-blue dress, like a nun.

Since it is far-sighted, I don't see details such as patterns and lace decorations, but hair that is usually decorated with gems is also a pretty qualitative outfit, such as covering most with veiled costumes.

When Leon came there, he finally understood the queen's intentions and frowned.

Rosa's dress is extraordinarily gorgeously tailored to suit the eyes of the flashy queen and shine better than anyone else at the tea party.

But what if Rosa was the only one who wore it when everyone else was dressed like they were pure poverty, and was late?

"It would be a lie..."

It's customary Rosa to wake up early and water an out-of-house rose, but I can't think of anything like being late.

Perhaps only her invitation stated a different start time.

It's too simple a harassment, but I never imagined it was too simple and Dorothea seemed favorable.

Plus, Chris and I have been telling ourselves over and over again, "to wear it gloriously".

Dorothea approaches us with a thorough foothold.

Seeing that Chris' next door seat was still empty, she narrowed her eyes satisfactorily.

I hated Leon, he has ratty cat-like eyes.

"Good day, gentlemen.... well. Rosa von Langheim isn't here yet."

"Thank you, Mother."

Dauntingly, Chris rises up and graces the queen.

The tea party starts when my husband gets to his seat. I suppose you thought you couldn't let Dorothea sit down and finalize Rosa's "tardiness".

Leon, soon aware of his intentions, also took the queen's hand as he moved as smoothly as possible.

"Good day, Your Majesty. I'll see you today in a classic outfit."

"Well, if Chris is still here, it's unusual for you to come to me yourself."

Dorothea grins plenty poisonous and lifts the hem of her dress.

"Hehe, isn't it nice? Father Matthias's preaching," The Lord honors the Pure Poverty, "so I, as an example of a charitable lady, thought I would try to do that for some time to come."

And he made Petronella and the ladies lean their necks.

"Don't you all think so? If you had a daughter who drowned in embroidery, lace, or a fancy coloured dress and lured her gaze, that would be empty evidence."

Yeah, you're right.

From the ladies, the gavel returns as if there were a script.

When he nodded satisfied with it, Dorothea shook Leon's hand off.

"Come on, you can't keep your chaste ladies thirsty. Can you pull the chair, Leon?

"Your Majesty... why..."

Again, Leon frowns, not knowing why Dorothea would act in such a way as to make Rosa stand in distress.

Dorothea didn't try to respond to it, staring at Leon and lifting her lips.

"Come on, let's get this tea party started."

"Oh...... huh?

But just at that time, a poor voice sounded.

I came to this place to get out of the bush, Rosa.

You sound surprised why.

And he that saw her fitting, and was on the spot, breathed in unison.