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

[Planning gossip] Rosa's cruel story weird (after)

"Fu... guuuu...!"

How many times will it be?

While holding her chest tightly, Rosa fell on her bedside without being able to hold her back.

"Nh... no... my pride is too deep..."

With a fist firmly gripped while lying facedown, I slammed the bed for a while.

Dust poured out of the beds without inhabitants, and she accidentally inhaled it. She said, "Whoa, whoa!Whoops! "He choked violently.

Thanks to this, tears seeped into my eyes, and my breath rose and I was in a terrible state, but no, this has improved considerably.

Because, until a few minutes ago, he sat on the stone floor, immersed in a book.

If you were looking "honorable", you would have fainted by beating your back of the head.

In fact, the side of the fist that was hitting me with excitement turned completely red.

(No, Rosa.If you pass out here, Radu-sama will put you under house arrest this time.Ah, but to avoid a fainting stroke, I came to read by securing a distance to death (distance), and I fell down with a palpitation and shortness of breath....)

Rosa was distressed by the wolfy situation at the front gate and back gate of the tiger, "Ku..." while lying down.

But I have no intention of quitting reading.

Until then, the story of "Prince and Lower Name" was wonderful.

(What do you mean... I can't believe this story tasted so good...)

When I was a kid, I stayed on the understanding that "a prince like me (who likes me) and a small surname like a black boy (who loves me) would defeat the dragon while talking about it", but as I grew up, I greatly enhanced my reading and delusional abilities, and now the depth of taste has pushed through her secret hole far beyond my imagination.

Nihill has a good depiction of the prince.

I like the tone of my last name, which gets a little younger when I say strong.

Sometimes it feels good to get caught up in it and make fun of the prince's surname.

Even though it is bound by strong ties, it has a good distance from each other that can't help but hate each other.

Maybe, but it's only good.

I don't have to defeat a dragon, so I even want to keep watching this conversation play.

(And their name is "Prince Leon" and their surname is "Bernard"...!

In a sense, it was perhaps the name that poked Rosa's secret hole, Tsubo.

From the moment I read the first sentence, Leon and Bernard were flirting in the brain theater and couldn't stop.

Your pride is rising, overflowing, and you can't stop.

"Ah, ah...."

With a sobbing voice, Rosa raised the Bible with a trembling hand.

I may have gotten lost so far.

BL Harlem's first husband was Leon, not Faye or Radu.It's Leon.

Indeed, Fay has the weight of years that he has accumulated as a childhood familiar.

Rado has a picturesque aroma of exotic handsome.

But, Leon - he has a sense of classic, yes, a sense of origin that makes me feel a certain kind of cliché, the Prince.

An all-purpose combination that will deliciously sublimate to "adorable" in any scene from the oldest to the most cutting-edge.That's Leon and Bernard.

"After all, there is only His Highness... His Highness..."

It is frightening, cold and dim to say that it is midwinter in a room where the fireplace is not burned.

But the more Rosa blows up the reality, the more her delusional flames roll over and turn the next page.

It's finally their first contact with the dragon, and the two of them are retreating because of the hassle.

When the last name pulls the prince's leg, the usual strength goes nowhere, tears float, and the prince shrugs his shoulders and comforts it as if in trouble.

Rosa fluffs and breathes roughly.

(Hold me!! Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!

I sent the two of them over the page a curse and a whole lot of Ale.

However, the resentment was void, and after a few lines, the scene quickly moved on to the reappearance of the dragon.

Rosa fell asleep on the bed.

Not really. It's moving too fast.

If you could at least change the paragraph here and turn the scene to the next day, I could use that blank space to complement the brain of fury.

Rosa grudged the author with tears.

(That's how it is...!That's the kind of thing that makes it obsolete...!

However, it seemed that Rosa was pointing to the fact that she could no longer do this story herself with two letters of "scrap", and when she covered her face with both hands, she stuck to the author and Prince Leon who was making it.

"Please... please... please... please help me... please tie Bernard and Belton together properly...!

Readers can only complement each other.Writers are the only ones who can create the future.

If Prince Leon doesn't portray it, Rosa's wish will never come true.

Completely emotionally unstable, Rosa called Rion and Leon by their name, confusing Bernard and Bernard.

"Help me... please... I'm sorry for the filthy wish... but I want you to fulfill it...!Ugh, Prince Leon.... "

It's like you're completely drunk.

Across the door, Anton had his face stretched just then.

(Something... something really bad is happening...!

Along with Petronella, he arrived in a separate room, where he was listening in front of the door.

The aphrodisiac grows stronger as you approach the room.

The cry of "help" sounds like a sob leaking through the door.

Anton was convinced that his reasoning was correct.

I knew Rosa was caught in a trap.

Moreover, rather than exposing it to scandal, it has been able to induce deep misunderstanding and gather sympathy.

If you hear that sad cry for salvation now, everyone will think Rosa is a poor, naughty girl.

(I think that's the quality of Rosa anymore...)

Already along the way, Petronella told me that "Rosa-san was looking for an old book."

Perhaps this sobbing is not a trapped fear, but a result of the fact that the old book and the rubbish have just met their sexuality.

He will realize that only some kind of mutual fear is not due to imminent fear, but to actual adoration.

Anton looked up at the sky, and after a moment of distant vision, he slightly shook his head and confronted Petronella.

"Miss Petronella. You've dyed your hands for such a terrible thing...."

Eh?

Anton sighs heavily in front of Petronella, who is apparently upset.

He is not angry that he has been hurt by his precious girl, Rosa.

After all, the effects of Meizu disappear in a few hours, and Rosa is just excited about Yoshimoto in the first place.

On the other hand, the pity won over Petronella, who was trying to attract an outrageous snake with a light feeling.

Alright? After all, sin depends on how you take it.From your point of view, this may be a trivial crime, but from your point of view, it can be a felony you can't complain about even if you're executed. "

"Father...?

Petronella looked puzzled at Anton, who was babbling.

Then I made my ears clear behind the door, and became calm.

"Help me... no, don't make such a dirty wish out of me..."

Apparently, the girl across the door seems to be quite cornered, but she is strictly restrained from asking for help.

Aphrodisiac should take away all reason.

The truth is, she's afraid of being trapped in a room, and she won't scream.

(So... are you sure the rumors of her misfortune were true...?

For example, are men afraid or were abused when they were young?

I thought it was a lie that Rosa von Langheim had spread in order to attract the attention of the surroundings, but it's not true.

(If so... what did I say to her...?!

Is that what Father Anton just said about "a felony"?

Around Petronella, who began to tremble with restraint around his mouth, Anton sighed and held the bridge of his glasses to his thoughts.

How the hell did this happen?

Anyway, we should isolate Rosa somewhere before those princes find us.

(Nevertheless, it was really good to learn from my last failure and come alone first -)

People call it a flag.

That happened the moment Anton gave himself a secret applause.

"What's wrong? Why are you stopping in front of a room different from Rosa's?

There was a suspicious voice coming from behind.

The owner of that glossy, low voice was Prince Leon, whoever had just placed it in the library.

(Nuh!?

Why are you here?

Besides, other members who seem to have followed Anton before his astonished appeared one after the other.

"This is... the room Petronella used to have."

"Hmm? I prescribe this scent before...."

"Ah! My sister's voice is coming from inside!

Chris, Rado, Bernard, in turn.

Anton faded into a leaning state of affairs.

"Ah! Um, you know!First of all, I'll... "

"Are you okay, Rosa?

Stop in a hurry, but shake it off, and Leon opens the door full of action.

(Listen!?

As he nearly cried, Anton burst into the room.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Rosa, who was delighted by the scent of aphrodisiacism, still has the best option of showing off her irritating excitement and being dragged away by the princes!

"Prince... Your Highness...?

But as soon as Leon was in sight, Anton raised his face and saw Rosa weeping unbearably.

She squeezed the beautiful girl's face and rushed into Leon's chest.

"Your Highness...Your Highness! Please, please!Save me....!

The fingers that cling to the garment tremble, and the white skin of the fist is red and swollen, as if I had knocked on the door in search of salvation.

"Rosa...?

(Wow! What's with that first love boy face?

Looking at Leon, who took a deep breath and started turning his arms around Rosa's back, Anton almost shook his hands into his hair.

That would be the case.

Until now, Rosa had hardly had physical contact with herself, nor had she been able to express her feelings violently towards them.

Although the reality is only excited by deceptive delusions, for the first time a girl has taken such an enthusiastic approach, and the hearts of teenagers could not have boiled.

"Rosa... well, why were you crying?"

"Your Highness! Please hug me...!Strong enough to make you forget your anxiety... please... "

Her eyes were moistened and her finger joints were white enough to float, and her appearance seemed to overflow her desire to push and kill her every day.

In fact, I would have stayed in a room without a fireplace for a long time, and the tiny body was cold, so painful and pitiful.

(I wonder!This kind of development is like, "My daily love has overflowed with fear"!

Anton's forehead sweats like a waterfall.

Behind them, Bernards, shocked by Rosa's whiteness,

"Sister... what the hell is this..."

"This scent of aphrodisiac... has the effect of relaxing self-control and amplifying that person's desire."

"Does that mean that Rosa is still on top of her brother...!?

There is a conversation that makes you feel the footsteps of destruction.

(Bad, bad, bad!

Anton panicked and pulled Rosa into Leon's chest.

In doing so, I will not forget to keep her mouth shut.

"Oh no! I don't know!Looks like you're in a lot of trouble... "

"Give me a hug... and give me a bell..."

But at that moment, Anton was finally about to go mad, muttering words that would have solved the misunderstanding if he kept saying them out loud.

(The target language is! First!Tell me, oh, oh!

Perhaps, if I hadn't pulled her off now, everything would have gone well.

"Hey, Rosa! Rosa, Again!Just now, again...!

Anton shook Rosa's shoulders as he scrambled, but her luxurious body sinked into thin air, causing her to suffer fatal damage.

"Wow! Please don't faint now.

"Uncle... please put it on my tombstone..."

Line 5 on page 153 of this book, as a whole.

Laughing without strength, Rosa finally fainted.

(You don't have to explicitly mention the adorable pointsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I... and while holding Rosa in a dazed hug, Anton looks back.

Leon is covering his mouth like a pure young man.

Regardless of how this happened, Bernard and Rado faded when their beloved woman fainted.

Chris began to look suspiciously at Petronella.

And Petronella trembled with tears.

(Er....)

Anton felt as if he was losing his soul.

(Do I have to deal with this alone?

The more Rosa's cruel stories try to solve their misunderstandings, the more they are reinforced.

Not only that, but those who dedicate their efforts will suffer immensely.

Anton, who should have enjoyed overwhelming the bastard long enough ago, blued and chewed on the fact.

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