I meet Rosa as a surprise guest of Kinzo's in the dining hall

The best way to meet Ushiromiya Rosa, I feel, is as someone she has a strong inclination not just to marry, but to woo to her side before any of the other siblings have the chance to. As such, I will use Kinzo as my connection: I am H.I. Player, an enigmatic stranger, brought here by Kinzo to preside over the family conference for unknown reasons. This is a role that will make his children suspicious and mistrusting of me, at first. The key will be to show them that I have no special tie to Kinzo and, indeed, wish to support one of them in their endeavors.

The one who needs my support, of course, is Rosa. At this time, the woman was assembled with the rest in the dining hall, wearing an uncertain expression as the other guests argued circles around the matter of Kinzo's inheritance. The children had long since been dismissed, leaving only the adults and servants. Those servants were silent as statues, wordlessly bringing tea and trying to keep themselves out of the pitched debate.

Rosa was in that awkward place that makes her attractive to readers such as myself: younger than any of the other adults, but older than any of the cousins by at least 15 years. From time to time, she'd adjust the intricate cravat she wore, or fix the sleeves of her slim black garment. If Gaap is the fashion-forward one among the demons, then she is the one among the humans. This only makes sense, considering she owns her own line of fashion clothing and has talent in sewing. It makes you wonder what type of underwear she has on, doesn't it?

Amidst all of these familiar faces, I leaned against one wall, making useless notes on a memo pad with a fountain pen. The people here didn't know my purpose... they only knew that I was writing down everything that occurred here and that Kinzo had asked me to stand in. Indeed, my presence here at times made them even more agitated than they ordinarily would be, but it also prevented them from laying out any of their more sensitive plots. At times, I became the subject of violent verbal ****, either in the form of taunting or direct denouncement. Don't feel bad for me; I am, essentially, a con artist. I deserve their insults, if not the unfortunate end I'm certain to encounter.

The downside of this approach is the time it takes. The conference doesn't start until well after everyone is settled in, and even then, it goes into the night hours. Being able to show myself only at this point means shaving off half of my operating time. With so little time available to me, you can imagine my appreciation when Rosa finally addressed the elephant in the room.

"Mister Player... Your presence here is disrupting our conference somewhat. We are all a little on edge. It would calm us if you could tell us why Father had you attend..."

She pleaded with a sensitive tone, but I could only imagine the irritation she felt at my presence here.

Dear Rosa... I'll tell you my purpose here.