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

Well, a few minutes more back than that.

Anton felt sorry for Leon and Radu sitting across the street from under a gentle grin.

(Man, that lady seems to be bringing in a lot of guys)

That's also because Anton, who had been clearing his ears for their conversation about Rosa for a while before he got to his seat, had figured out how heartbreaking they were to Rosa.

Leon is also good at literary martial arts, magic, and because of his excellent beauty, he is a prince of a great power who can be favored by courtiers from all over the country.

Radu also said that from what Anton had heard so far - the profession of priest, he was good at gathering information - he had excellent healing skills while being a pagan and was now beginning to gather trust within the royal castle.

It's quite a thing to get thoughts from those two.

(No, the three of us)

Bernardo's eyes staring at Rosa seemed feverish enough to cross her identity as a half-brother.

No, as a matter of fact, Anton knows from certain circumstances that Bernardo and Rosa are not at all connected with blood in half.

(... Still, no, that's why I can't support you, Bernardo.)

Anton remembered Bernardo, who was unable to take part in the occasion and was biting his teeth, secretly distorting his lips into the form of a bitter laugh.

With his sharp observational eye, he discerns that Bernardo is not an unspeakable boy as he sees it.

Rather, that, like a cat's larvae, stomped on what would be a fierce, carnivorous creature, though only lovable in appearance.

Such Bernardo, too, was quite fond of this one this time with Anton's offer to cooperate with the Tea Party obstruction plan, but Anton himself, for his part, does not intend to support Bernardo's love path.

So I'm not going to let Rosa understand Bernardo's love affair.

Because he only, for his sake, crushes Rosa's engagement.

There are also a few of its "purposes" in themselves,

(Again, Rosa. Rosa is fine. A hundred years, no, a thousand years is one delicacy. What nonsense to send a man to. Not letting her blossom lily is a foolishness to humanitarians)

In terms of the part rooted in instinct, I ran out there.

Yes, Rosa, who hasn't seen her in a long time, was the kind of beautiful girl whose ideals stood in clothes, even if she subtracted her inner desires.

Golden hair like carefully spinning sunlight. White skin is like milk, purple eyes are like delicate gems.

The discouraged voice was comfortable in the ear like a little bird's chirp, and the glimmering standing of the object was as if an angel had appeared in the lower realm.

At first glance, it was very clear, but it was also preferable to be gullible or neat in strange places.

He thinks Rosa has dodgy qualities.

(Oh, I've been looking for my ideal 'sister, Sul Petit'. Delicate, unusual, in a way that tickles your appetite for asylum. But surprisingly, the core is strong, and just walking makes my sister "Sul Grand" cheerful, such a beautiful girl...)

Anton held his fist securely under the table, screaming in his heart for a desire that looked just like someone else.

Meet a number of girls in a nursing home, and no, that's why I was about to give up "I can't be there," a "petite" novel.

But there he is. That too. No way, so close.

Anton secretly rejoiced when he reunited at the opera.

And more than that, Rosa was excited to think she'd woken up to Lily again.

Though the joy was crushed within minutes.

During the monastery, since losing weight, it was contraindicated to Anton, who continued to be pressed by fellow men.

(Rosa's, though I will close my mouth to that rose hobby. Still, the look and superficial behavior is a beautiful girl with no complaints. Rotten contents, come on. You just have to "naturalize" them. Instead, I can't stop thinking that Nonke is going to fall for Lily. As far as I'm concerned, whatever it is, I want to strongly push the cap with His Highness Chris. You can loosen up forever in the future)

From Anton's point of view, the combination of "Chris", a strong male clothing maid girl and "Rosa", an older, prettier looking girl, was blissful.

It is also good that real age and sisterhood are reversed.

And in order to make it happen, Rosa needed to stay sober forever.

Besides being engaged to a man, I became aware of the love affair they had with me and said, "What shall I do, my lord Leon make me...?" and so on. I'm even sorry I can play sweet and sour aohal.

And Anton doesn't tell her, "You're hot from the guys," even though Rosa's too blunt.

Not knowing that, the men in front of him, especially Leon, seemed eager for Rosa's appearance.

In the back of its brain, I guess it shows a beautifully dressed ideal girl.

But Anton stood in a courteous position.

Too bad.

Rosa is going to tear your ideals apart.

I've already given Rosa some advice from Anton.

Ignoring the dress code.

Behaving in a way that seems boring all the time and is difficult to stick with.

Meals and drinks shall be tenderly flattened and emphasised nasty.

If you have to, burst the decay talk without reading the air, etc.

Rosa took note of those words enthusiastically and said to me with a serious face, "I will think about it myself". I wonder how much you want to smash this engagement flag.

As long as the purpose coincided, Rosa was a motivational and serious, truly preferred student from a teacher.

(Although that kid seems to have good roots and was worried that he could do it well. It's quite a slip out to be late for Her Majesty's Tea Party. And then I guess it would be a pretty bad impression if I even showed off my outfit with my thoughtless dress code off)

Anton nods with pleasure.

Rosa has a luxurious dress available from Chris and the others, but if you step on that generosity and show up dressed in an awesome way, for example -

(-... hmm?

But Anton turned his face, and gazed again at the women who reached the table.

And I finally realized.

Something plain? and.

(... wait)

From across the garden comes the queen with the priest.

She also had a bad feeling about Anton when she saw him put together a blue-blue plain dress.

It is an unpleasant feeling, facing the opposite of the Leons.

Hi. I hear today's tea party was set to compete for purity and poverty, changing its fun from the expected gorgeous fashion show.

Dorothea, who got there, is talking about that.

From the look on the faces of the ladies, Chris, and Leon, this would be the Queen's harassment.

To imagine from looking happily at the empty seat, Rosa's tardiness may also be at her disposal.

I don't know what's going on, but she wants to embarrass Rosa at this tea party.

In other words, Rosa was invited to a tea party to be attacked by the Queen, and there was no need, however, to make an effort to be hated.

Even so.

(But Rosa, instead of a tailored dress today, I'm going to wear the oldest, most plain, blushing dress, like I said...)

Would Rosa rather have just dropped by the dress code instead after a wasted effort?

(... No, let's calm down. Even if you can keep the dress code, it just says it won't be negative, it won't be positive. I can't return the loss of my tardiness......!

Anton told himself so, but a voice crushing the effort took him from behind.

"Oh...... huh?

The person who appeared on the verge of being late is Rosa.

For some reason she emerged from the garden trail, not the main passage, with her poor eyes wide open and her mouth covered with both hands.

He seems surprised.

But it was with Rosa on the spot that I was astonished to see her.

Because she was so beautiful.

The dress I wore was lightly inked like a mourning.

Instead of feeling blurred, however, it reinforced clear skin whiteness and blonde hair that was just radiant.

A simple dress that doesn't squeeze your hips and doesn't even have decorations like lace or embroidery.

But that's why he emphasizes the subtlety of his clavicle, which peeks invincibly, and the snug silhouette of his hips, with even a faint colour on it.

The hair was lowered without knitting, and behind his ears, as if he had thought of it, there was still only one round of white roses inserted with dew, but its incomprehensibility made him think of a refinement beyond calculation.

Exactly, another dimension.

An angel of clean roses, not imprisoned by the ugliness of the world, was there.

"- Me, maybe, am I late?"

With that voice, perhaps as beautiful as a bell, containing confusion, Anton finally returns to me.

Then, he cramped the edge of his lips with a tingle.

(Wait, Rosa. Didn't you try to be late...?

Rosa is immediately defended by Chris as "no, no problem" and is quickly seated.

"Good, Rosa. I thought you were late."

"No, more than late... No, by the way, you're all dressed up in a big chic outfit today. This is a little unexpected..."

"No, Rosa. You are no match for me. You're the best."

Chris praises Rosa, whining in confusion.

Looking at Rosa frowning like she was troubled by the interpretation, Anton stiffened up with a smile.

(And you, why would you win such a plain outfit... ugh!?

Yeah, as a person, and with a negative correction by her rose hobby, she missaw the power of her beauty.

I can't believe you're wearing such a poor minister's dress, instead, like the extreme of sophistication.

(Something, I have a really bad feeling...)

Anton is - yes, only Anton can understand exactly what Rosa thinks.

Perhaps she ignored the tailored dress in order to take Anton's advice and trample on generosity.

He must have worn a mourning dress to look like a blush.

I guess I inserted the rose "Ha" into my hair instead of the gem to show off my bizarre taste.

Yet under these circumstances, I can't believe it all works in the opposite direction.

- Sister, can you behave like people don't like you properly?

The anxious voice of Bernardo comes back to life.

Somehow it seemed, like a prophecy, that Anton seeped a cold sweat.

(Is this going to last another two hours from here...?

The tea party had just begun.