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

(Yeah, and...)

Rosa blinked her eyes as she was rambled.

I see Faye looking down here in cold blood and the two rows - thank you, it seems Rosa and Bernardo's - in turn.

It doesn't seem to be very welcoming, either, from the blackened cabbage pieces of the leaves, or the stubborn fish bones of himself, or around the floating of something I don't know but fuzzy, or Faye's expression.

(This is harassing, so that's okay...?

I'm not familiar with the culture of Lower Town, and I have a pretty big sense of eating - what, when I was too immersed in reading, etc., I left too much alone to eat a moldy sandwich fine - I'm a little unsure.

The possibility that this was a ritual of joining them in the stream was examined for a moment, but Bernardo changed his blood phase to

"Faye, you......!

And I'm absurd about my voice, so I guess this is an anomaly for one second.

I wondered why I was being harassed by this oriental good-looking man, but the question iced in the following words that Faye relegated abominably.

"What, you got something to panic about? It's the soup we've been drinking all the time. Or that as soon as you become a nobleman, it's also dirty to see? Fine, then. Get out of here now."

(Ko, this is...!

The understanding spreads quickly into Rosa's brain.

Trying to trace Faye's mood, the first thing I noticed was Bernardo's hindsight as he walked away from downtown alone, and his side, holding his fist and dropping it off.

I laughed when I came back, my beloved lover Bernardo, not stained in the colors of the nobility.

Believe me, I dropped that off, Faye.

But the distance that separated them was too great and the walls too high.

(Brushed by noble water, Bell Tan grows more radiant every day. He sends a letter, "I won't forget you if you leave, I'll give you whatever you want, trust me". But Faye keeps saying no. "No, I don't want it. Because jewelry, money, is no match for your smile.")

Eventually time passes and Bernardo, dressed in luxurious costumes, and Faye, the people of Lower Town, reunite.

The polished beauty made Faye think of the depth of the groove lying between them rather than the likeness.

That's the first time Faye's ever had a girlfriend who's gone far away.

I finally got what I wanted.

Can you give me a handkerchief that won't stain any colors to wipe this tear...

(Yes, I understand the status quo! Me, you were a thief woman posi here too!?

I mean, that's it, Faye rebelled that Bernardo, who was supposed to be his fellow Lower Town man, the Koizi, had become completely aristocratic, and hated Rosa for causing it.

Anyway, it was myself who honed up Bernardo's beauty and tapped into his aristocratic attitude and standing behavior.

To at least complain that she had no malice, Rosa embarked on herself.

"Oh, uh... me, I'm going to change your relationship, etc., without a hair-"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm going to give the hospital the money I don't have to pay for my meal."

"Ha. The tone and behavior have become quite aristocratic. Are you going to give it to me?

"Um..."

"No. You're just interpreting it that way on your own. I haven't changed a thing!

"Make me laugh"

"Um..."

But it's something that the two of them interact with in perfect time, so there's no room for Rosa to snap her mouth.

(Ku...... Huh! What is this smooth, breathless interaction between the two of you!?

Rosa, who opens her mouth all the time and closes it, repeats, seems to be a child who can't get into the long rope.

Having been completely left behind, she dropped her gaze on the soup's jar without a seat.

I have other hot air, soup.

Whatever the contents, the hot air is like a symbol of a warm home.

(-? Warm households?

and then some of the words touched the harp line perfectly, and Rosa looked up.

I've been deprived of interest in the novelty of the contents, but whatever this is, the dish Faye made herself - hand-crafted.

Besides, if you believe what he says, it's the soup that the two have spoken of on a daily basis since childhood.

I mean, the taste of home.

I've supported the love nest, flavor.

"Don't deceive! What happened to the money you gave people so they could buy ingredients?"

"Thank God I let you use it. To our soup. Yeah, if it's just bones, it's in your soup, too. As you wish, this is soup made with your money."

"You...... Huh!

I thought Rosa would prefer an exasperating Bernardo.

(I mean, this... my wife, Beltane, earned it, and my husband, Faye, made it with the food I got, and it's also a crystal of love between the two of us.)

I thought it was the general couple design of the citizens of Berk that husbands earn money and wives set the table, but no, before the two loved ones, it is pointless, such as a gender roll, which is solidified in existing concepts.

Made after two hands, just for one thing, Rosa thought the value was caged.

"Oh. Or are fish bones not enough"

Put down the outgoing Bernardo, Faye extends his arm to the table.

Thus, the baked sweets that had been spread out there were thrown into the soup when they seemed.

"You went out of your way to buy some fancy confectionery, too, and I added it. Are you satisfied with this?

"Huh..."

The sponge, which was stuffed with grilled eyes, was sprinkled while watching, and the buttercream, which was on top, melted loosely to cloud the soup.

At last, the children bothered to show their ugly appearance.

"Brother Faye......"

"Whatever it takes, that's it..."

But Rosa was the only one staring at it with a sober look.

(I feel value-added now)

No, she was calmly insane.

Of course, Rosa and I know when it comes to the general taste, this soup sucks.

(But what is the taste of reality? According to the Apt scriptures, the information obtained from the five senses is the first to be recognized after being processed by the brain. From me, who puts that brain under corrupt control, it can only be as vague as a taste or a pneumonia. That is)

In other words, in light of the corrupt context, can this soup really be described as oily?

Because,

"If you say you haven't changed, drink. Come on, it'll taste nostalgic."

"………………"

This is the taste of two memories,

"What's up? I made it, too, with all my heart, with the ingredients you inspired me."

This is what two children are, so to speak, born after their cooperation.

(I don't...)

"I'm kidding -"

"I'll have it."

When Rosa raised her hands high, she spoke with a solemn face.

(Thank you for your choice. Ooh!?

And I rang my throat very hard and drank soup -!

"Sister!?

…………

The perimeter squeaks.

Bernardo had faded away and grabbed Rosa's arm, staring at this one in a way that surprised even the fay one, but Rosa chewed the contents without a problem and continued to drink them down.

Rosa looks up to heaven with her arms in her arms.

Eventually there was one word that pierced her whole body, which lay flutter.

(- Love)

That was a shock, as if struck by lightning.

(No longer, this is, love. A state-of-the-art, oldest feeling that transcends even values such as the ugliness of flavor, no, the virtue of beauty. Sweet at times, salty at times, or raw odor...... it is this complex flavour that makes love......!

In other words, the soup was sweet, salty and raw, but if it was on the rotten brain, it was a delicious taste of "love."

Ignoring any of the tragedies that the taste of reality complains about, Rosa was just intoxicated by the fantasy of a honeymoon table, woven by Faye and Bernardo.

Soup consisting of two hands, just that information was important.

"Sister! What are you doing! Spit it out!"

"Lo, Lady Rosa! Water!"

Bernardo, of course, even the Johanns, who until then had been far-flung, rush over with water.

But retreating from it, Rosa stood up and stared at Faye.

"Faye, you said."

…………

"Thank you very much."

Deeply bowing his head, his opponent opens his eyes like that obsidian.

Yeah, even though blood isn't connected, those looks look a lot like Bernardo's.

Rosa heated her chest with the thought of seeing the legendary proof that "the couple look alike".

"This is how you guys have been eating. Cooperate, share… surround warm dishes with hot air. I'm really glad to know that."

"... what..."

Beautiful frown shape.

I don't even care about sharp eyesight if you think it's Yakimochi.

Instead, Rosa was comfortable ascending to heaven as well, caught a glimpse of the "once upon a time routine" she was about to take from Bernardo.

(I'm sure this is how Faye and Bell came to drink the same soup about the same table, which means they made the same body. I can't believe you let me go through that a little bit)

Would "thank you" be close if you were to put the gushing emotions into words?

Rosa grabbed Faye's hands and squeezed them.

"I want to know more about how you've lived. I won't disturb you, so please just allow me to stay here for a little while."

…………

Staring from close range, Faye breathes like he was frightened that he had been exposed to rot.

Because it's a beauty with a curl, and those expressions are really good - kikun! and rosa honking her chest so painfully that she realized there was pain around her stomach, not her chest.

(Hmm?)

That's how I recall it.

(... I, Ladu, told you not to take stimulants for a while)

Anyway, I just threw up blood two days ago.

I kind of thought it was okay because it was soup, but I couldn't have stomach roughness with such a high embody of love.

".................."

"Sister! My complexion!"

As soon as I became aware of the pain, the cold sweat creaked. My stomach tightens.

Rosa was in a great hurry as she felt her body lose strength rapidly.

(Ma, no! The pattern of drinking something and falling, isn't that just what's been going on too recently!?

And every time he faints, Bernardo's overprotections increase exponentially.

If you fall here, your life in an orphanage may also be seen as impossible and transferred somewhere again.

Rosa covered her mouth with both hands and stepped on it.

(Ugh! Rose water coming out of my mouth...... eh)

"Sister!

"Yeah, tough..."

With tears in her eyes, she elucidated desperately to Bernardo and then grabbed Faye.

"Oh, you know, I'm fine, so don't worry about it... eh. Take a little rest, and you'll be fine."

He is the "attack" of destiny. It's Bernardo's turn to connect.

Don't miss every step of this Oriental handsome guy.

I was definitely not willing to leave this orphanage right now.

"So, please, here... eh. And... and tomorrow, please come out to my class."

What's more, I wanted him to attend class, which is almost the only contact I had with the fays who would soon be out working.

I wanted to thoroughly analyze this "offense" crowd.

"Sister! Not if you're saying that! Come on, lay down! Hey! Water and vanity, then a blanket!

"And I'm late, but I... Rosa and I are."

I also keep breathing, telling them just what I want to tell them.

(At the very least, I just want to say hello to Beltane forever... eh)

Rosa was twisting the words of greeting, but Faye in front of her, as bewildered,

"Rosa......"

And when I heard him whine, all of his consciousness was taken there.

(Ah, first...)

My chest hurts.

I pull blood from my head to push it against my heart.

Along with the familiar feeling, Rosa finally crept on the spot.

"Sister!

Be aggressive and understand only what it feels like to be supported by someone.

In a hazy consciousness, Rosa thought.

- This Mitsuhito... it's so beautiful, "Ikevoice". Stop.

This time I stabbed her in the stomach was Faye's voice heard at close range.