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

(Doesn't know what this means)

Rosa was confused.

That should be it, too, because Rosa was going to come to the venue (...) over an hour before the start, but the tea party was already about to start.

(I've been joining the tea party for a long time without being able to execute an operation to mess up the flower beds...!

Yes, Rosa snuck into the garden in advance of the meeting and tried to mull the flowers that Lady Dorothea was proud of.

While vandalizing the queen's possessions is an obvious felony, he also says that flower thieves are not guilty, etc.

It was the result of serious consideration by Rosa in order to carry out acts that were only legally unpunished but were as close to the crime as possible.

With strange seriousness, she was willing to accomplish more than the teacher Anton wanted.

I guess it's really better to mumble in front of the tea party after it starts, but I hear that the queen is constantly letting small men of good stature serve her, so after it starts, they may be slightly obstructed.

So before we started - I was going to act faster than Chris about entering the venue first as an operator, but instead of hitting the lead, I was on the verge of being late.

Rosa's surprise was extraordinary when she wondered about the voices of those who could be heard from the main venue and saw the ladies treading a lot as they came out of the scene of work, "Smudge".

(An hour ago the rally means Royal Castle manners......!? Damn, I had no idea. I wasn't really wearing manners.)

Of course, there can be no such manners, and this is just what happened when the Queen's plan, which guided her to the late opening of the meeting, and Rosa's thoughts, who infiltrated the garden an hour early, battled.

but not knowing otherwise, Rosa was once again anxiously driven by the more elusive royal castle flux than expected.

Will this make me safely violate my manners?

(No, be confident, Rosa. If you're late, it's more of an upscale slip. Besides, I'm the only one with a mourning level, although you're all unexpectedly plain. Besides, I wouldn't hate a woman with flowers on her head)

Rosa quickly looks around the table as Chris suggests a seat.

There is no such thing as a glamorous dressed warrant that was in advance information - it seems that there was actually a boat on top of her head or a decoration of her whole body with bird feathers - but there is no one more dressed than Rosa.

The colour of the dress was the most lovely, but the design was on each one, and the hair was tied up properly and coloured with small grains of gemstone.

In exchange, I was once in this outfit for monastic condolences, a level outfit where even a praiseworthy dean "can't look me in the eye".

I was confident of the blurriness I could not see.

Besides, the clothes are like a funeral, yet floating around to insert flowers on your head like a wedding.

What is more, this rose flower inserted into my head was borrowed earlier from a small rose garden behind this garden.

In the garden where Tsukishika "Tuberose" blossomed, roses were also blooming to hide, so I picked them as a delight.

As a result of the inadvertent rendezvous with the Tea Party shortly after that, the flowers have only been able to steal this one round, but they are rarely flower thieves, so let's just say goodbye.

And then there's the question of when to make the queen smell the crime - it should be.

Should be a smooth slide out.

(Right, Uncle......!?

Rosa snuck her gaze at Anton and was puzzled to see him smiling oddly.

I wonder what that expression means.

They were all out of line, and Chris said, "You're the poorest minister," so it's probably okay.

"And yet, Rosa, what happened to our dresses?

And don't go back to your seat, Leon asks me if I really cared.

Rosa used to do that. I just made her smile the most evil she could do to herself, just to hear me out.

"I didn't think it would suit me, so I put a sales matrix on it. All sales are going to be diverted to literacy classes in monasteries."

How about Rosa on the inside! and cut the view.

I have not talked to a patron and resell it on my own because it doesn't look good on me, etc.

Besides, sales explode in selfishness of using it to educate noble rotters.

Now I have to pull it off. It's not a person.

If you look around confidently, everyone is still breathtaking in amazement.

Rosa solidified her gutsy pose small in her heart.

No.

(Ooh, hey! What are you going to do if you're charitable like the queen said?

All he was sure of the victory was himself, and in fact, all of them were heavily breasted by Rosa's actions.

Seeing that, Anton exclaimed in his heart.

Anyway, "letting go of the weak" is definitely more of a "clean poverty" with a few steps fruit than "solemnly for the moment" a flashy dress.

Normally, the accusation of letting go of the dress on her own is still gathered, but oddly enough, the queen's statement that she "invites her gaze" had led to a rather laudable flow of generosity from the opposite sex.

(And what a sad smile!

Yes, the look on his face lifting the edge of his mouth without stretching his eyebrows too hard reflected as if he was mocking himself as if "it doesn't look good on me, such as a gorgeous dress".

There is so much evil laughter.

Anton, in a hurry, quickly embarked on a follow up.

"Comrade, Father Matthias. May there be holy blessings today. Please take your seats."

He raised his voice only a little and suggested a seat to Father Matthias, who was standing near the queen.

The poor fellow occupant, suddenly pinched by the battle of the woman and unable to move, took his seat as relieved and gave back his "holy blessing," and gave him a gaze of gratitude.

With all the guests seated, the queen is forced to start a tea party.

The flow of the venue changed and the story of the dress was to be broken once it was over.

"... this time, welcome to my tea party. Everyone here is looking after their daughter on a daily basis. As a single mother, thank you very much. Please help yourselves and enjoy the beautiful flowers and fragrant tea of winter."

Towards both tables, Dorothea spins greetings as her mistress.

That's just Leon and Chris's real mother, and their appearance was unbelievably daunting to me as the mother of two children.

There's tension in my voice, too, and it's glossy.

Silhouette, sweet jade eyes and plump lips that hold together an abstinent dress to emphasize richness. I see she was well suited to Tuberose, a sublunar incense that blossomed with intoxicating aromas, not a noble rose or a pure lily.

From here for a while, until you finish your planned stroll through the gardens along the way, it will be a split welcome for men and women.

Gracefully brewed tea, the beautiful facial surnames that seemed to be the Queen's hobby began to create conversations at the table.

"Well, what a delicate tea treat. Is this the new Schultz Workshop?

"You're fattening your eyes, Petronella. Well, if it's the daughter of a Wang du residence, I wonder if she knows and deserves it. I ordered it for you. It's got a real petal, Petal, and it feels like you're eating flowers."

"How lovely, Your Majesty. From the eyes, from the tongue, I can't believe you enjoyed the flowers!

"Although everything is in the Wang capital, the only difficulty is that there are few flowers in the winter. Although it seems that anyone in the country can get acquainted with flowers. Still, with this treat, there will be nothing left in the king's capital at last. Don't you think so?

Familiarity with the flowers, around, would be to Rosa with the flowers inserted in her hair.

As an entertaining queen, Dorothea, who has held tea parties and nightclubs on a daily basis, also behaves as a mistress on the board.

By choosing the topic and fine-tuning her facial expressions and verbal choices, she was free to manipulate the air of the field.

Whenever there is no direct language, the conversation only becomes exciting with certain courtiers.

Even when Chris sees her, she tries to talk to her, but the queen snaps at it and doesn't give Rosa a a chance to join the conversation.

Before enough, "Petronella is an urban maid and the queen's favorite, and Rosa is the country daughter on the border," all the air was rising.

Meanwhile, when it came to the men's table, the men were frowning at Rosa's blatant harassment.

In particular, Leon is angry to see the precious girl he invited continue to be ignored.

"I owe Rosa a a lot myself, but what the hell are you...?

"What is this? Hey, Prince, don't wait for a walk in the garden to join us at that table over there? I can't look at that. I'd like to get Rosa out of there."

Radu also seems uncomfortable.

(That's an odd encounter! Me too, I can't watch very much and I want to take Rosa with me right now......!

And next to it, Anton was making me smile.

of course, in the opposite sense to Leon or Radu, is.

That's also true.

"Not at all. Look, Rosa keeps taking a far-sighted bad breath, and yet she's stretching her spine and enduring it in silence.... Damn, my chest hurts when I see him like that"

(Hello Rosa, is that going to be a "cold face and not joining the conversation" attitude!?

As a person, I intend to play "a difficult woman to stick with," but as a result of the combination of flamboyant beauty and circumstance, I look "kept lonely even under adversity".

"That Petronella kid, he said it was good for beauty, and I only recommended Rosa that she be uncomfortable, like a hedron floated on her tea - eh, I drank it! Rosa, are you okay......!?

(Whoa, whoa, whoa! Trying to bravely drink up Getestuff in this situation doesn't violate your manners!? Instead, you're up against hostility!?

The grotesque black tea mushrooms served "try it" in harassment - those fermented with sugar added to the tea - without even asking Chris to stop them and drink them resolutely.

"I'm holding my mouth and shaking...! It was pretty bad. No, what if it's toxic...!?

(So that was delicious!?

Even, she loves fermented foods because she likes them tremendously, moisturizes and plumps her eyes - her preferences are rotten.

At this rate, Rosa was exposed to the sympathy and admiration of her surroundings as she breathed.

(What are you doing!? Then you're just a healthy girl who endures harassment! Stop that angel move now!!

Anton rubbed his hair in his heart.

I'm too busy scratching and now I don't have time to love the girls' tea party because of this.

Seen, not only are the princes, Chris, healers and other faces, but the ladies, who were in a neutral position, are beginning to get a faint look at Rosa.

Anton set himself up to remedy the situation,

"Nevertheless, comrade Antony, you have a face that makes you feel the grace of God. … well, but it looks like someone…"

Matthias, sitting next to him, leaned his neck strangely, so tight.

Father Matthias is a clergyman, yet an ancient senator nobleman with countenance.

In other words, with the exception of the Queen, who was too tall and had few contacts, he is the only person on this scene to know the face of "Lily Pork Anton".

Anton is in a privileged position as a priest of Judaism (Antony), but if his nature is known, he will be summarily expelled.

And this Matthias is one of the priests, strict in chastity of women, and in sexual morality.

What to hide, when Anton's lily pig commotion was discovered, it was Matthias who burned the lily novel and urged him to throw him into that murky painful monastery.

Anton will not forget those abominable days when he looks right or left and there is no "yu" lettering for the lily ingredient.

At least now, I wanted to beg your pardon for being taken for nature in this tea party setting and pushed into that monastery again.

You can't just leave too much to Rosa and neglect the measures around it.

(Oh, already......!

Even while Anton was getting nervous about his conversation with Matthias, the situation was following an ever-worsening path.