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

(Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Faye's, no, not mine, silly!

Rosa was confused.

That would be, like a sacred relic being thrown into a pond in front of you.

The faithful soon have no choice but to raise the cry of despair and run their eyes blood into the water.

The water in the early winter pond was cold as a prick, but from her in a state of extreme excitement, it wasn't even enough to care.

More than that, what humanity should care about now is the whereabouts of Sketchbook, a treasure that sank in a pond.

Rosa leaned back and covered her head with pond water, looking around at the cloudy bottom of the water.

(I'll definitely find you...!

Faye must have been in a state of disturbance to sink Pearl's work into the water earlier.

I could say unacceptable stupidity, but no, no, no, no ordinary man should deny what a god painter does, etc.

More or less, Rosa decided to support Faye with Bernardo's lead husband.

If so, what she should do is not criticize him, but devote full follow-up and support.

(I'd like to say a word or so... Oh, there it is!

At the bottom of the precipitated water, he finds a bunch of soaking paper so that it can be buried in the mud, and hurries to carry it into his chest.

"Wind! Form a sphere and cover your sister's face!

It was at the same time that I was suddenly covered with a membrane of air around my face and my arms were pulled.

"This, idiot!

In a rough rage, I can play a ball of air properly.

It was Faye himself who soaked himself in the pond as he held Rosa's body up to his waist.

'What the hell are you thinking!?

It is about roses.

On Fey's too sword screen, just Rosa was about to be pressured for a moment too, but I'm sure when I put my strength into my eyes, I jumped off his arm.

"What are you thinking? That's this dialogue!

At the same time, the language also switches to Berk.

Earlier, I thought it would not reach him in Berk, because I thought he was from him and I tried to speak in the language of the region, but I was still wondering if there was a situation where only myself and Faye could understand each other, apart from my wife Bernardo.

Incidentally, Rosa was able to manipulate the language of the area because she was studying with a sense of possibility for Oriental Spring Painting at one time, and because Oriental Fever resumed its oriental fever after meeting Faye, doing quite a bit in the last few days to make time good.

Rosa scratches up her puffy, shizuku hair.

With Bernardo's magic, the magic of disguise had been torn and his hair had returned to the golden colour that glimpsed from his hair tip, but not if he cared about that now.

She politely pumped water from the sketchbook she had on her chest and asked in a quiet voice.

"Why are you throwing away something so important?

"... Hmm. I told you, it's because it's graffiti. No, now, it's seeping into muddy water, and it's not even graffiti anymore."

To pick up such a thing, jump into the pond, etc., and in front of the roaring fay again, Rosa accidentally let her lift the edge of her lips.

"What about that?"

That's how I slowly open the page. The paper was completely wet and seared, but - the lines remained intact, without seeping.

"Huh...?

"All the pens I gave Faye are water resistant."

Yes, Rosa's excessive skills are not just demonstrated in language.

We used our spare time in orphanage life and had already developed water-resistant inks.

(Anyway, when I write a rosebook, I tend to get a lot of hand sweat and nosebleeds of excitement!

It is a necessity for the corrupt.

"Sister, I need to wipe my body faster than that!

"No, Bernardo. I have to tell Faye now."

Stopping Bernardo from offering his jacket with a hasty look, Rosa looked to Faye again.

Don't let them get away with it, but keep your gaze in line, whilst gently turning the sketchbook with your white fingertips.

"This is the Lord God. That's a brilliant portrayal of the grand muscles. This is a hero. The glow is clear and the eyes glow vividly. There are... twelve types of flowers. It doesn't even have a color on it, but it draws wonderfully just in the form of a petal. Oh, yeah, this is an excerpt from The Lord's Drop-off."

Carefully page and carefully praise the wet paper so that it does not tear with water.

As if, one by one on the candle, Faye's eyes swayed in words that lighted the fire softly.

Eventually Rosa's gaze falls on the side of the Lord God, who appeared several times.

And she glanced at the brow of the LORD GOD, and moistened her eyes to the lid.

"... how beautiful"

Sober, pure.

It seemed to Faye that even a frozen heart was a melting voice.

No.

(Chuckles)

In fact, her thoughts were accompanied by a few more inferior colors.

(What a group of beautiful, fragrant, paranoid paintings... eh)

Yes, of course she admired these paintings as adorable.

My chest hits the Lord's most aggressive and aggressive muscles.

I tremble in the big eyes of a hero drawn in receipt.

I like the flowers scattered behind my back. Unlike the original painting, I like the structure that stares at each other.

It is inferior to Berk painting in terms of photography, but that is why there is a sense of transcendental beauty here.

Rolling the two and the excitement, she deepened the color of her eyes and stared at Faye.

"Hey, I think it's really great. I dive into the pond as many times as this painting is discarded. If this painting was burned, I'd jump into the flames as many times as I could. That's how much I like it. Don't know what Father Ya told me, but remember, there are passionate fans of you here."

"………………"

Golden hair like sunshine.

I was not particularly aware of how divine it would be to stick it to a wet neck muscle, moisturize purple eyes, and draw and hold the work with both hands to enlist it.

Once now, Rosa rides herself out toward Faye and gently stretches out one wet hand.

He held the fist of victory in his heart, seeing his opponent stuck in his breath and stiff, let alone pressed by an overflowing decay.

Only a few moments before the god painter regains his confidence in Kanraku.

"Why do you believe in heartless evaluation? Just one piece, please accept my favor."

In a plundering voice, Rosa whispered.

Faye's eyes shake again.

Rosa lay her hands on the other man's arm and put in a lot of effort.

"What part of this is graffiti without education? Isn't it all portrayed in accordance with the Bible? I'm sure if you turn the pages in turn, it's as if you're reading a story, it's possible -"

Stare into your eyes. Face it.

Faye's arm doesn't know and she is stretched out to Rosa's thin back in a position that looks like she's jumping into her chest.

"Yes, as in the story, there is and……"

But just before the hand he lifted to be sucked up touched his back, Rosa looked up and held back the sketchbook with both hands.

"Yes!

As if struck by lightning, he opens his eyes wide and stares at a bunch of paper.

"You just have to line up!

When she screamed small, she gave in quickly to the spot.

With a thin, cold, tense finger, unwind the spelling string.

They became scattered pieces of paper, and she crawled and arranged them on the ground, one by one, even if the dress was soiled.

"The Lord God... will have a conversation with the brave man... then his hand... the flame of the candle will shake..."

Face the Lord God and the brave man drawn on another page when, then break the page and adjust the size.

Ultimately, all the pieces of paper fit inside a giant rectangle.

No, would it also look like we're splitting a giant rectangular page called the ground with a comma called a piece of paper?

Rosa wrote a letter on the margin of the piece of paper as she took the water-resistant pen out of Fay's cloth bag, which was rolling.

The line.

As it is easy to see who spoke, the letters are surrounded by circles and tied with arrows near the mouth.

"Look."

Writing the line down to the last comma, Rosa slowly rose.

"If I did this, wouldn't it be as if I dropped the opera into a book?

There was a groundbreaking expression no one had ever seen before.

The first piece of paper - no, in the first comma, the Lord God blesses toward the brave.

Second comma, the brave man looks back at the Lord God, smiling and thanking him, then in the third comma he has already turned his opposite.

I mean, it looks like I turned my heel back.

Only the hand of the Lord God is up, stretched out toward the brave.

The comma of the Apostolic Flowers, as if to monitor, was accompanied by a dialogue of "Stay, O Lord God".

Eventually the fist of the Lord God is held in hesitation.

In the next comma, only his eyes, which were cut to pieces, were drawn, beside them the letter "The truth is…".

A comma just a lake that waves disturbingly.

A comma of just sloppy candles.

And finally, the big painted fifth candle flame scratches out.

The accompanying letter reads, "You alone did not want to be in danger -".

The children watching, breathtaking.

"Wow......"

"It's like watching an opera!

"From a single painting in the church, it conveys it at all!

Everybody's so excited.

The laying opera house didn't allow them to step in or anything, but if you read this, you can feel as if you're admiring the opera.

Rosa sparkled her eyes and shook Faye.

"Faye! Wow, that's fantastic! You had this world in you!