Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

"Really, people don't know anything about it, so I hate it."

Place your finger in the small pot and cover the white contents with the appropriate amount. Brush around your hips, inside your joints, at the border beneath your bare bones, around your knees, etc. As soon as stretched, it becomes transparent, prevents skin dryness and provides a healthy hydration, which is the finest "white permeation" in circulation.

"Open your mouth, war war. Because I spend all my money on that, crude and painful songs become popular." Join the march, "I can't believe it. There are no shards of grace at all. Doesn't your father agree?

The egg-shaped face shown on the mirror table has no eyebrows or forehead. My eyebrows are all shaved off to draw beautiful eyebrows, and my forehead is pulled out to make my forehead look wide and beautiful. I don't care about the state of the vegetables. Because beauty is what you make.

Apply honey water to the basement, leave the bright white melting powder to no diffusion, and finally stop breathing to make the white powder a buff. Unlike the earlier work, this person must be made to look as unhealthy as possible. The color around the eyes and eyebrows pulls in a dark color to accentuate the blue and white. The lipstick is pale on the palate.

"No beautiful flowers or other blooms will bloom on either vivid or rough extraordinary...... and no one and he will be ugly and disgusted. I think it's a very tiny way of life to honor the ingenuity and spirituality of gemstone craftsmanship."

Get your hair done, dress up, wear ornaments, shake perfume... keep calling out to the person who hasn't responded in between all of them, and finally flick a glossy figure and sit back on a luxurious sleeping table. Leaning there to the old man who remained asleep and had no sign of awakening, he stroked and moisturized his dry lips with a water pen, all with his own makeup recommendations.

"What do you say? I'm more beautiful than your mother already, aren't I? You're still on your way, aren't you?

The name of that beautiful woman, who smiled proudly, was Margarita. She is the second princess of the Kingdom of Asuria. The sleeping old man is her father, the one who can lie in the sickness of death, the king of the kingdom of Asuria. It is the most noble room in the royal palace and only a very limited number of people are allowed to enter.

She was doing herself in a place adjacent to such a room. Using my late mother's vanity.

"Well, I'll come. Be in a good mood for your father."

Out into the hallway with refreshment. Gently flush greetings from the chief squire or medical officer. Slowly and everywhere he proceeded to the royal palace as the head of an elegant group, following without a glance at his own samurai and samurai martial officers who were waiting. It's time to look ahead. The closer I get, the closer I hear the orchestral investigation and the crowd buzzing. Sophisticated music mixes with the voices of the nobles of this country, the sounds that margaretas should bathe in, although there is little loathing that leans crude. It's the royal aristocratic world of the year.

"Oh, margarata. You were using your mother's vanity again."

Her sister Eleonora was already in the special lounge before the sight, with a small but liquor cup in her hand. That is a sign that she is in a good mood. Margarita is happy with that. Eleonora has a tremendous groove in the narrow between good mood and bad, and if she is the former, she attracts her surroundings with her gorgeous beauty, but when she is the latter, her impatient likeness may even appear as if she were a witch in a picture story.

Margarita liked her beautiful sister. As a single woman, she had respect for her presence. Eleonora, where she is the princess of a sad love thing called the Legend of the Brave, has the luxury that no one else would ever get for it... that's what Margarita felt, and she envied it.

"He said he has a father... and that you are a strange child to make."

"I inherited the makeup room from your mother before your father fell. Me, I like getting better there more than anything. Besides, I hear it's important to say a lot to your father."

"Hehe... you've been a father and mother for a long time."

"Oh, you were chasing after your sister, weren't you? I want a brave man or a saint's husband, too."

"Ho ho ho, if this kid, already... ho ho ho"

Gorgeous, laughing gorgeously everywhere. That just seems like a scene in stage theatre. Each and every one of your hands has an eye-catching goat, and once you laugh, you can't help but be the star of the lie. Being so in nature was her trait, and it was where Margarita's admiration did not stop.

Finally, the glamour that turns around also brings luster together, Eleonora says.

"There are no brave men... but there are special heroes, right?

"A special hero...... could that be from that pop song?

"That's right. Could it have been the most active in this war? Though I'm too young to be your husband, and although my personality wasn't anything...... it's a hero for me who fought for me. Isn't it special?

Placing his hand on his chin and leaning his neck somewhat, there was something fascinating about doing the same woman's margarator. Today's sister is rarely in a good mood these days... at the same time convinced that, doubts arose again. Ask.

"That kid, he was a hero for your sister, wasn't he?

"That's right. Isn't it nice that you got rid of the Emperor who threatens me? I'm sure we'll be waiting for your reward. I can see that."

It's a living beauty painting. Margarita knows why she's in a good mood, and calmly analyzes the differences between the information she was hearing and gathering. It is necessary to keep looking at my beautiful sister for a long time.

First of all, the boy's activity where he is considered a special hero is real. I hear there is a lot of credit for the defeat of the Imperial Army ahead, as in the song, which is not where she prefers. Count Hellevy, who governs where he comes from, and Count Salmant, who was in the territorial capital and saved his life, say he admires the boy with his mouth shut. The young Earl of Peterius, where he inherits the title, will again have the same opinion, and may rather be more enthusiastic than anyone else. As far as the Marquis of Uliharsilla, the head of the aristocracy, was concerned, he fed the boy. It still seems to be moving for him more than anyone else.

But there are two impossibilities to be heroes for Eleonora.

For one thing, although the boy was regarded as a tribute to the King's people, it starts with the devotion that saved his sister Paulina's life. Should I see it as just a cut off pledging allegiance to the royalty, or should I see it as a loyalty to the individual Paulina...... if I were to sum up the rumors I had heard so far, it seemed likely that the latter would be the case for Margarita.

In fact, the Third Princess SS also sounds very active in this war. Such fame as boasts of how much he killed is from the abominations of Margarita, but my sister also weirdly emphasizes the work of the Knights of the Sword Horn, so I can't stand up for criticism. It is a margareta that I think is ugly, such as killing people in my own name. He also thought that the brave man had died and become beautiful for the first time.

When it comes to my sister, my sister lacks heart tone. That's common sense for margaretas already. And it amplifies Eleonora's displeasure and makes the beautiful princess look like a crazy witch... it was only natural to hate those who caused it.

Third Princess Paulina. She is a half-sister who sets her mother apart from Eleonora and Margarita. Her mother is a Hiltura family...... daughter of the Count family at the time, who has been deprived of that title immediately after giving birth to Paulina because she did not resist the invading armies of the Empire in the former war. It is now synonymous with traitors among kingdom nobles when it comes to the Hiltura family.

Paulina's mother was left behind and should still be alive, but no one knows where the rest of the Hiltura family is. Margarita's expectation is that the Father King is hiding behind bars because he does not ask about his defection to the Empire. Is that what parents are like, Father King had a lot of sweetness against the last princess Paulina... Margareta thought so, as well as the condition of Paulina after the fall of that Father King. It would be miserable if there were no one to shelter.

And I thought to myself.

A fourteen-year-old boy who saved Paulina, joined the Third Princess SS and became a hero in the war… what a hero for Paulina at the age of thirteen. My sister doesn't want to admit such a combination, though she may not be conscious or unconscious. It's as if the old self and the brave are reproducing time changing people on their behalf, and the story of where they are the protagonists is going to be considered a thing of the past... I wonder if such a sense of crisis underlies the strength.

A new legend with the princess and the hero… it's an unconvincing story for the margarata as well. For her, the starring actress is still her sister Eleonora, and if anyone succeeds to it, there's no way she can leave herself and be anywhere else. Out of the question is Paulina, who is innocent and unattractive.

We have to work together. Margarita was determined. We must strip the heroic boy from his sister, turn him down from his relationship, and make him one of the things that adorns his sister. It doesn't have to be beautiful. If it's true, it stinks of war heroes and other dirt and it's not preferable, but there won't be any more battles for a while, and if you have to, you can polish the margarata yourself... there are a number of ways to make your son.

"... Today's awards ceremony, who will the church attend?

"Church? Come on... how'd it go?

"Can't Bishop Beck come?

"Beck......"

A bitter taste was created in Eleonora's expression. It's a name that I have to avoid after Paulina's these days, and I didn't want to say that, even as a margareta, but I still couldn't possibly not confirm it.

Another impossibility that prevents you from making a boy a hero of Eleonora, that's the church.

At the last meeting, he said the boy waved a fire-like tongue against the Emperor, but said there was a move among the Eastern bishops to view its contents as problematic. Margareta hears that it is Bishop Joachim Beck Oriental who is moving particularly hastily. Funny rounded middle-aged man, but his influence is wide and strong.

Maybe there was some kind of questionable statement about faith. Alternatively, if you had spoken on such occasions of condemnation of the Church, some sort of sanction may be imposed. The Church has the right to detain, question and sometimes inflict doctrinal punishment on the people under the permission of the Kingdom. To the best of Margarita's knowledge, though he doesn't take such forceful and rough means.

But it should be noted that Bishop Beck has something to do with the Miracle Investigation Office. For margaretas it is a subject of fear. Because many of the ways of dying in the world seem to me to be nothing like a very ugly death, more than a prison sentence for the Church's repudiation. Water, fire, insect, bird... All the examples cited in the Bible are unimaginable substitutes for margaretas. “Holy Flame Festival” days and such were trembling in the room. Moreover, a miracle investigation is conducted in disregard of all authority. There are examples in history where even a king of a nation has reached a tragic end.

I have to make sure. Whether or not a miracle investigator is dispatched just to win the war anymore, in the unlikely event of that happening, it could be that even Eleonora's shelter and intrusion remain the subject of a plea of not guilty. I want to know how the Church intends to treat the boy. In some cases, it is also necessary to hustle and tell the boy that it is something more deeply related to Paulina... Margarita had that in mind.

"Wouldn't you be coming? You said something like there was someone you wanted to meet, speaking of which..."

"Well, really?"

"I don't even want to see my face... but the bishop is a bishop, so you have no choice. I wish I could be Archbishop and go to Holy Grail Island soon..."

"Well, if you're a sister, you come in that way hoping for the promotion of Bishop Beck. I find that very nice and fascinating rhetoric. Make sure you let it go cold, and you're there for it."

Margarita overlapped the words early in the arrow and showed them away. Because I'm not going to break my sister's mood anymore than I've heard what I want to hear, or let my sister make a dangerous statement. Play the clown on the first glass of eyes. Use technology to be adored.

"How can I be a nice woman like your sister?

"Oh, you're pretty enough too, aren't you? Though ingenious, isn't that nice because happiness comes from the other side without doing that?

"Well, that's very, very nice."

It was the statement of those at the heart of the world. And Eleonora lives where she is forgiven for believing in such dreamy things. Beautifully blooming large circles of flowers everywhere are given everything by their surroundings just to be there and no one will ever... how can you not admire them? Margarita stared at her sister so she could rush.

My sister doesn't follow the fashion. The side that makes it. I don't stiffen my makeup. Beautiful than anyone with thin makeup. A lot of business is carried out in the name of my sister just to play with her day and achieve results. It's as if I'm not the same person who imitates my late mother and endures the cause of saving the poor, etc. Praise and admiration come for nature and for my sister.

Margarita herself is also doing everything she can without being told. Then the boy should also do his best. Because I think that's the nature of the world, there's no such thing as Paulina's turn, and the church needs to stay out of the way... as long as the beauty of Eleonora continues to exist, the story just needs to revolve around her.

Or maybe it was a heretical faith.

So... the history of future generations may call the Second Princess Margareta a “witch”.

A tumultuous year was about to switch between cold and cold closures. The number of soldier horses running to the front line was gradually decreasing, and the confused city well was gradually regaining calm. Without even seeing a clear settlement of the battle, everything was about to be carried over to the following year. The way the hard winter routine comes and pushes away all the dust in man's world seems to indicate that the continuous battle between man and nature with cotton is bigger and harder to fight than that between men.

Still people move. I want to live my days with a sense of reality, and I will make history at a time when there is no separation.

In the capital of the King of Asuria, an awards ceremony was celebrated that day as a totality of the year of battle. Whether the life or death of the Emperor is unknown, it is here to proclaim the triumph of the kingdom in high spirits and to make a great deal of argumentative merit awards. The aim is thereby to restructure order in various ways and to put a bounce on domestic chaos clean-up.

I didn't know that was going to be an historic ceremony that would make the outbreak of a new battle widely known… At least the margaretas waiting in the break room were as if they knew nothing.