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

(After all, Beltan is humanity's strongest "take", once angry, can't even turn the "offense" against them...)

Rosa shuddered herself, remembering her brother's fierceness as if he were a lass boss carrying moonlight.

Because he's poisoned, or because he's a woman, Bernardo doesn't blame Rosa for inadvertently strengthening his engagement flag, and even cares about his health in detail like this.

But if I lay down any more failures, it wouldn't be me being thrown into this fireplace next to firewood, no, it must be - and I thought that, and Rosa tightened her mind strongly.

(To be honest, it remains untrained to leave Her Majesty the Queen, who has become a corrupt trend because of this, but it is not the place to be. Now it's time to make it big and make sure you're late for the fiancée race)

I have not been able to speak slowly with Anton, either, because I came to the lower town to be caught, but from what I heard, he told me that "it is the person who has solved the case who should be attracted" to the Queen, who wants her friend Rosa as her son's fiancée.

In other words, if you spend your days for no reason, and in the meantime other ladies and nobles come into play, Rosa's race order is guaranteed to retreat.

(Hmm? Wait. That also means that if Beltane finds out the mastermind of the corruption case, the possibility of Beltane suddenly surfacing in His Highness Leon's fiancée Posi...?

I thought that, but Rosa instantly shook off the idea.

Thanks a lot lately, I tend to get behind what I do.

This place hits itself off for good, only to solemnly enjoy the orphanage life, regardless of any royal castle incident.

Rosa told herself that, and nodded yeah.

"I'm home. Is that...? Brother Bell, he was already here!

and there, along with multiple footsteps, the door opens with momentum.

Apparently some of the orphanage children came home after a job. All in all, they look younger than Bernardo, and when they cheered wow, they rushed toward Bernardo one after another.

"Wow, Brother Bell! Long time no see!"

"Awesome! Seriously, you look like a prince! You don't wear pumpkin pants!?

"Give me a dime!

Bernardo exchanged touches one after the other, whether he was used to it or "ooh" or "hey" to the children, and besides the decopin for the last one - the boy who blushes on the redhead.

"Bye."

And so on, laugh more.

(Whimpering)

Rosa, watching, screamed, unable to pronounce even in her brain, and the momentum collapsed well.

(Beh... Beh, Beh, but it's so cool, it's so yummy! Do you like the cool so-called old man!? Yes! I like it!

What if when the dignity of this sight gathers around a bunch of eye-catching children with a pranky grin like a boy.

What if this is the play of the Supreme God Berk and the Twelve Angels depicted in the Bible, its reproduction?

No, it's eye bliss that no longer exceeds that.

Whatever you say, it feels good for Bernardo, who talks to "me" in a young tone every day, to talk to his brother like a man. Very good.

He himself cared about the tone switching, he glanced slightly at Rosa as he watched her react, but of course she nodded with a "no more good than that" feeling.

No, if it's true, I wanted to snort and thumbs-up, but when I moved my face against it, my nose was going to bleed.

In her brain, she had no choice but to slap the floor with a bang, and Rosa decided to buckle with joy as she poked her hands up to heaven, marching back to the real world and squeezing her face.

"Corruption, you're all excited. Will you let me say hello, too?"

I'm the most excited person on this scene.

I know that.

Rosa stood up carefully and bowed slowly to avoid the crisis of nosebleeds as much as possible.

"Nice to meet you. Bernardo - No, it's my brother Bell's sister, Rosa. I'll take care of you here for a while to come. Go ahead, Rosa. Call me" Hey. "

Yes, Rosa smiled, but I was annoyed to see the boys opening their mouths pompously and looking this way without a voice.

(And shit! I'm in good shape!

If the Bernards are shining characters, Rosa is only a tree planted in that background.

There is so much to be desired that I am treated in the same line as Bernardo.

"Ah...... Well, I figured," Hey there people "or something..."

corrected with trembling voices, the boys, after being even more silent, naughty and

"Well then... Dear Rosa, so..."

and Rosa quietly accepted it, as she had suggested a polite but approximate name.

(Calm down... calm down, Rosa. Don't let yourself get in there because you'll see how many Belton Daily Shots you'll get in the next few days. I am only a roadside stone, no, a dusty presence dancing through the universe, watching them softly...)

Though I get a little sad, I carve my share into my chest again.

By and large, although the tolerant Bernardo has embraced his decay hobby, I don't think he would be very tolerated for showing it off in the world at large.

Let's keep the rotten excitement as low as possible and let Bernardo play his sister, who is not in a bad position.

Luckily, this is a far cry from being a good product or an elegant town.

Beautiful, brilliant as a star, compared to Miyagi, where the supreme rose talent gathers, the opportunity is so exciting that it's boring -

"Ah, Brother Faye is back too! Hey, Brother Faye, Brother Bell and Lady Rosa.

(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?

But the arrow tip, the door opened so much that a new person joined it, and Rosa, who admitted who she was, became a feather that greatly disrupted her brain tone.

Long dark hair tied behind the neck, with a single slice of long, still black eyes.

Is there a mixture of blood, somewhat Berk-like high nose muscles and a slightly yellowish skin tone that you don't see around here though?

oligarchy and putting together the sharpness of a polished fullness. He is, without a doubt,

(Beltane's, he's a childhood trainer!

I saw him at the opera, he was an oriental handsome man.

"Faye."

If the noticed Bernardo raises one hand lightly, the cool standing boy - apparently Faye - will only glance at him for a moment.

"You're early. Dinner duty today?

…………

"This man, I said before, 'Sister'. I'll take care of you for a while, thank you."

…………

Faye returns nothing to Bernardo, who talks with much more shattered things than usual.

However, when I passed by the Bernards and headed to the stairs leading to the attic, I could only hear them whispering a small, "hmm," gavel-like or snotty voice.

"Excuse me, sister. Faye - he's silent, and unfathomable. Roots aren't such a bad one. But if he's on dinner duty, you can expect dinner tonight. It's probably soup."

Bernardo shrugged his shoulder so, but roughly, Rosa softly covered her mouth.

- Good. I'm not drooling.

I was so excited that I couldn't help but check for nosebleeds.

(What? What? What is this perfect combination... Huh!?

If you say it in the color of your hair, it's like light and darkness, if you say it in the color of your eyes, it's like blue sky and night darkness, you two have a pair of shades, Bernardo and Faye.

How about Bernardo, who will always be like an innocent angel, and Faye, who boasts a supple rigour because he is on his way up the youth's floor, the Squirrel, a brilliant contrast.

Moreover, the slight movement of gaze and only the exchange of unscrupulous words, but also the ability to communicate with each other in such a way that we can only understand each other, are again indulgent.

Can't these two be too compatible?

(Hey, couple? Are you a couple?

But now the act is about the husband of a worker who is more silent because of his work fatigue and the caretaker wife who laughs bitterly at such a husband but loves him at the bottom of her heart?

Moreover, just around the corner, there are children with an unusual look on their face.

I wonder if this can no longer be more about husbands Faye, wife Bernardo, family.

This was a love nest called an orphanage.

(Bell, I can't believe I already had a husband...! Your Royal Highness, was this a game? Oh, me, how do I produce BL Harlem from now on!?

Let's confess.

As a matter of fact, Rosa was willing to expect Leon, the "Me Attack," as the lead husband candidate in Bell Tan Harlem.

But if they show up so well, they have to review the formation as soon as possible.

Rosa was stunned by the shocking developments and the seriousness of her mission.

"Sister? You look pale...... are you ok?

"It's okay,... no, maybe it's still not okay. My heart, my offal..."

From by my resolve to be excited, this makes me really considerate ahead.

(Anyway, we need to scratch the relationship between Fay and Bell. Yeah, but that's a dangerous act, like seeing the sun. Me, I need to be careful not to burn my own eyes...)

I didn't notice Bernardo looking at me worryingly, and Rosa, again, admonished herself.