The Queen’s Cosmetician

The magic intensity grows stronger by the day.

I felt it on my skin. [M]

This was a city built underground.A subterranean city created by inverting it on the ground.Seen from the sea, there are still images of the capital on the surface of the water.The image, including the afterimage, was the real thing.How many of you know Scanadia, a red island built on the sea of blood?Who whispered that?

Capitals built underground over thousands of months and days have researchers and subjects.I was one of the latter. [M]

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Managed diet and exercise and sleep.Periodic magic power measurements. Perfect as a magic weapon.I have heard of such evaluations.I was a tidy child. [M]For the coming day.I was lying on my bed, waiting for a definite future. [M]

The witch has arrived.

A new holy maiden is created.

Every day the magic intensity grows stronger.

Blood dripping and making the ocean.One by one, you're going mad again.She was among them. He reached out to me. [M]

I want you to help me.

She told me. [M]

I can't give you complete freedom.But in exchange, I'll give you a lot of things. ”

I had nothing. [M]Nothing but my body. [M]I was not allowed to have anything. [M]

I'll give you. What are you going to give me?

Awkwardly, I asked.

I'll show you the sky.

She laughed.

”Then I'll let you feel the wind and smell it.I'll give you my taste. I'll give you a word.And my life, and all my things, to thee. "

No, you were crying.

So help me

She is very grown-up and leads everyone.However, at that time, I was afraid that you would help me by trying to help me without any strength.

"You don't have to let me go."

Juno woke up thirsty.

Soon, nausea and hunger raced up to the throat.She held her fist in her chest, opened her mouth, and exhaled.Raise your upper body to support your arms and look out from the gap of the cover that you opened by inserting your fingers.

Yellow dust was blowing.The sun near Jomtien is white.The shadows of the horse-drawn carriages line the blurred gravel roads.Yea, by carriage: the carriages were shaking terribly.The loads were secured with hemp ropes, and people squatted by squeezing their bodies into the slots.Juno was one of them.She wrapped herself in a coat dirty with blood and sand, and while lying down with her body round, she endured anxiety and thought of her protector.

Ineka.

She pushed her back into the gravelly wilderness, muttering, "Run!"I wonder what kind of Ineka is left.

I know what the end of the seven-colored birds that remained beside her was like.Because I shared some of my senses to cover Juno's figure.Reina's hand, which she knew wasn't a monster, was shattered into pieces.

That woman--Raina Luglova was a poor woman.Even though he hated the saint from the bottom of his heart, he continued to be imprisoned, and the other Ineka was Juno.In the sense that the Holy Maiden is driving everything crazy in life and in personality.

If I were a woman, I'd be like Reina.I don't know. Juno was saved by Ineka.

Juno remembers his warm, extended hand.

Oh, who is it?

I want you to take it out.

Whoever it is.

I want you to help Ineka.

Carriages full of strangers and loads will eventually disappear to be sucked in.

To Del Ligeigeigeia, a land ruled by the righteous bloodline of the Holy Mother.

Yea, the Holy Maiden shall not deliver us, but she shall dwell in us.

The gods.

Don't give it to me.