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

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

"Huh..."

Faye was confused.

It was true, however, that once the sight of the Holy Picture, represented by a single picture, was drawn with attention to each part, it occurred to me that it would be more comprehensible, but Rosa could not have let it be arranged in this way.

"No, I, uh... I just, uh, redrawn the holy painting in detail"

"What are you saying? Cut it into pieces, every single one of those points of view is wonderful. You dared to draw an outstretched hand and a gripping hand. Drawn burning candles and disappearing candles. Unlike us, who could only describe the story in a single painting with a pause of time, you are the only one who captures the story in a space where time flows! This isn't talent, what is it!?

When they say it clearly, I get the feeling it's something like that.

No, powerful words like burning flames began to warm Faye's heart, which was completely cold and shrinking.

"If you read this, you can understand the sights of the Bible deeper and more deeply than you can see the Holy Pictures. You are not an uneducated person. On the contrary, he's a wonderfully talented man who educates every people!

Dazzling, glorious.

The purple eyes that deepen the colour shine as if they were instant stars in the night sky, no, the sun guiding the dawn.

Why, Faye thought.

"... right?"

Why, she gives me so many words I want.

Why, her eyes pierce so deep into her chest.

"Am I... such a big, big man?"

"Absolutely! Don't make me say it again and again!

Please, don't make me say any more.

The priest's heartless remarks are lightly repainted by Rosa's poor voice, which includes a grin.

Faye felt the fire from her spread through every corner of her body.

It's a flame of hope that warms the heart, burns the soul, and makes people walk forward.

Vision seeps through.

It took me a few seconds to realize I was crying.

The girl in front of me looked like a clean angel.

(Mm-hmm! Wonderful! Vegan. Wonderful! Before me now the infinite possibilities of BL preaching are expanding!!

but the aura on the angel's back was unfortunately so colorful.

Rosa thought of the prospect of a twitching rose propagation plan and was just honking her chest.

(I was foolish to think of the novel as an insertion. Faye's paintings should rather be accompanied by letters and spread the picture as a subject. This allows us to spread the story all at once to people who are not good at reading and writing. That is, we can expect the rapid spread of rose love!

Until now, Rosa has thought about improving literacy and then spreading the novel.

But if you tailor it to a painting based story in this way, you don't have to wait to improve your literacy rate, and you can spread rose love in every step of the way.

Now, don't children see this expression as eating in earlier?

The dignity of the relationship between the Lord God and the brave should also be conveyed a few steps stronger than the holy painting.

In other words, with this, even promising children can very naturally be directed to rose love.

(Let's name this painting. Line up paintings? Or paintings that represent a single width of painting in ten or a hundred portions, so a hundred paintings...... a thousand paintings...... a thousand paintings "Mandarin" or something?

Rolling the sound over her tongue, Rosa nodded. Big things are good. Let's make it "10,000 Paintings".

Eventually, Faye will be asked to paint 10,000 paintings featuring Bernardo and spread the BL "BertanLove" 10,000 paintings across the continent.

(The size should fit the size of the book. If you are going to considerably shrink the painting, but a fay painting with few lines, you should be able to withstand printing as well)

When this happens, Faye's style of painting is all the more wonderful, unlike elaborate sketches.

Tag with a church with copybook technology and you'll be able to increase your cancer edition.

Yes, the newly corrupted queen seems to be a book lover, so she might be able to help out with this new publishing business as well.

Rosa became dizzy with the feeling that all the gears fit nicely.

This is no longer heavenly mission.

"Faye. Let the priest see this. I'm sure you'll understand the beauty of it."

Grab Faye's arm.

This arm is the hand of God that produces BL ten thousand paintings.

I won't miss it.

"Come on, let's still turn back to church together. Not just now, but if we talk alone, you'll understand."

"No, wait! It's so wet, what are you talking about? At least get dressed. Mostly, you, you're hiding, aren't you?

"What are you talking about! I don't suppose the priest is a resident, we shouldn't miss the opportunity. You don't even have to think about the safety of one little girl or your paintings that make a difference to humanity, which is more important, do you? Come on, let's run."

"Oh?"

But when I tried to pull my arm all the way, right from the side, I heard a bad voice with a large pattern, like a roar of beasts, so Rosa turned all the way around.

"Excuse me, sister. Now what?

No, but what stands there is Bernardo with this adorable grin on his face.

Bare ears, or to Rosa leaning her neck, Bernardo stepped closer with a smile on his face.

"No way, in that state, you wouldn't say you were going out, would you? Or, sister, you can't go outside this hospital in the first place, can you?

"No, but things need to be rushed..."

"No, right?

I wonder why.

Bernardo says he's smiling briskly, but he feels the pressure.

Is it spiritual pressure due to beauty?

"It's... No, it's..."

Mostly, if Rosa is so close to "pushing," and can stay calm, that's not Rosa.

When he was lightly hit by an overly smile and nodded, Bernardo slowly grabbed Rosa's hand and pulled it away from Faye's arm.

He turns his finger on Rosa's wrist, cold as ice, and frowns in a grumpy manner.

"So cold. You're shaking. And the pulse is much faster."

"Oh, well..."

Instead, it seems that it is more likely that there is intense contact with the "push".

"No, hot...? Sister, now don't you have a fever!? I knew I'd catch a cold now..."

I guess I even pushed the cold in the water and noticed the skyrocketing body temperature.

Bernardo shrugged like he was in a hurry.

But if I may say to Rosa, it's for one thing Bernardo's fault, or the excitement.

"Oh, you know, it's not, Bernardo. I just need you to stay away for a little while, take about ten deep breaths, and you'll calm down right now like this -"

"You won't be deceived. Didn't you just hang around? It was already pretty hard, wasn't it? I'm soaked in a winter pond, so my sister's heart can't stand it!

"Yes, no, so...!

I looked flustered because I was dazzled by the possibility of 10,000 paintings.

If my heart were to be damaged, it would be determined by Bernardo's adorability, not by the coolness of the water or anything else.

Rosa wanted to scream.

(Kid, you haven't noticed, bell tan!? That's how you flatter me of the same height, and I'll be the boss!

Unconsciously releasing a charm bomb, Bernardo, to his too blunt, Rosa has no way of being.

As he was uncontrollably docking his heart, Bernardo held Rosa up to what he thought.

"Shit...... Huh! Bernardo! So that you shouldn't do this......! There will be fays in front of you too!?

"Oh, did your sister want Faye to hold you up?

How did that happen? Rosa, of course, was going to tell her, "Even the 'take' you, it's also right in front of your husband, shouldn't hold up another woman," but the diagonal answer returns and you're on your way.

For some reason Bernardo turned out to be an increasingly rugged face and headed inside the building at an early foot.

"I'm a doctor... so I'm going back to the castle and I'm going to call Father Antony. Sister, get dressed and sleep."

"Eh, exaggerate! Go to church faster than that."

"You guys! Don't move a step from the front of your sister's room until you bring the priest back!

"Ha, ha!

Instead of listening to Rosa's objections, she spoke up to the children and even prepared a barricade of people.

Feel the downtown offshooting in a rough tone and move away, but no, no, not if you're moving away.

I am also concerned about the situation of children who are somewhat frightened.

(Beltane, I thought you mastered the children with angelic charm, but isn't that also true? Just fine, if they're just kids, it should be possible to get out, though it's painful)

Rosa, who turned her rotten ideology into a bullfight before, no longer hates challenging cute children's opponents.

It's bad for them, but now Rosa has a culture on her shoulder that can even shape the prosperity of humanity: BL Millions of Paintings.

If you have to, poke your head but get out of the room and catch the superior priest of being in church.

"Yes."

But Bernardo, turning around and behind him there, said, "Faye!" and summoned his best friend.

"You too, watch. Never take your eyes off your sister."

"Of course."

"Eh."

From the divine painter Teng himself, he gets snorted forcefully by the ban on going out, and Rosa gets a little giddy.

"Oh, no, Faye, why!?

"Why or nothing, there isn't.... please, get me a doctor."

There is an unprecedented sentiment of worry in my eyes narrowed down by the cuts.

(Yes, no, it's a different destination!?

I'm supposed to be a hard-line man with a basic salt response to anything other than my wife Bernardo, but can't you just come here and suddenly have too many characters?

"I know my sister is unexpectedly into escort, but this guy is stronger than a bad knight because he looks like this. If you're thinking about sticking your head out of it, it's useless."

"What!?

I am unintentionally stunned by what I say as if I have read my mind.

Reaching the room, Bernardo chuckled, kicking open the door, in front of the bedroom, gently lowering Rosa.

"Please, get dressed. And soon, wear a futon. Let someone bring firewood. Be a good girl and wait."

"Huh..."

Quickly, Bernardo turns his heel and leaves.

Beyond the door, a large number of children heard signs of alignment, and Rosa slammed her stretched arm off.

"Why, all of a sudden, do something like that 'offense,' Beltane..."

Is this a punishment for myself that I thought I had the gift of corrupt education?

Rosa weeps wondering where the hell she's gone in different directions to grow Bernardo.