The Queen’s Cosmetician

Heath pulled down the magic lighting staircase and knocked him down.

Are you going out through the basement?

"No, I will return to the castle once and for all."

He answers as he leads the die.

"I blocked the way straight out of that room.... because you knew of the existence of the road, I restricted the intrusion route."

Ah, so you told Mr. Bebel not to use the road?

"I'm glad your message didn't go to waste." No, I didn't want you to be in a position to ask in the first place. ”

It's your fault.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault."... for now, you'll have to re-enter through another room in the castle to get out. "

"It was locked everywhere..."

"I have the keys."

Heath says the Queen and the Chancellor have the magic key to all the doors of the Imperial Castle. It's in Del Ligeigeigeigeia, too, and the die looked distant.

“I'm sorry, that's right. I asked stupid things..."

Diana

Heath stops and looks back.

The die twisted its neck to see what had happened. At the moment when I turned my gaze to be vigilant, my waist was strongly hugged.

A shadow shines over your head and your lips fit together.

He pushes his forehead against the dumbfounded die that suddenly slammed into his mouth.

He said, narrowing his pale eyes in pain.

You've lost weight.

"... I've been traveling and living for a long time"

Only yesterday was a decent inn from the city of Luglois. In view of Die's physical strength, Daddy had prepared as many breaks and meals as he could, but safety was paramount. I think that the harsh journey cut the meat from the die.

But I wasn't the only one who lost weight.

The die pinched the man's cheeks with both hands.

"You look terrible, too. Once you're settled, I'll polish your skin from one to ten.”

Heath laughed. Die turned his arm around his neck and mouthed deeply from himself.

Release your lips and rub your forehead against the man's shoulder. He combed his hair gently while holding the die.

Have you calmed down?

"A little.... sorry. Somehow, I've talked a lot."

I think I was a little excited when I was able to safely reunite with Heath.

The conversation diminishes strength. It is better not to slap your mouth in vain.

Even if you know it, you're happy to hear it back, and you want to make sure it exists, so you talk to it.

Listening to the man's heart, Dai asked him.

You can't hide here until it almost cools down, right?

"Yeah.... I know they have hidden aisles." They must have been blowing people up on the castle floor, looking for a path to the back. We don't know where, how, and who's coming in. ”

Got it.

As for me, I really want to keep them locked up all by myself, though.

Heath sighs as he buries his chin in the die's hair.

The color oozed into his voice, and the die laughed.

Feeling calm, she clasped her hand again and went down the stairs.

Eventually, the road was divided into ascending and descending roads.

Heath explains as he puts his feet on the road to the top.

"After climbing through, you will go out to the Knight Dormitory. If it seems safe, you can go outside through the back gate nearby."

"Heath"

Die pulled his arm and stopped talking. Hide your voice and warn.

“I hear footsteps, from below.”

Heath changed her complexion. Pull the die's hand hard and start running up the stairs.

"The enemy is coming."

He told me what to do.

"It was a dungeon down there. Old Sagan must have closed it. There can't be people coming from over there...!"

Helmut poked his knee.

The raised sword was replaced by a cane, and it only managed to crumble, but the abdomen was bleeding badly. Did you hurt your artery? It was pathetic, Helmut mocked himself.

The shadows stood before Helmut as he stepped on the gravel.

Helmut looked up at the shadows.

The shadow drops the hood of the coat from his head. Oh, and Helmut laughed. Because you look familiar.

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"General Sagan"

The voice of the shadow belonged to the woman. The sound of the killing behind it adds to the strange beauty of the voice.

She said.

"Reginald..." I don't want you to stick that out on your own. "I thought you'd kill me..." I went round and round, just in case, and that was the correct answer. "

"Where... are you from...?"

"From your elite." Oh, you never leaked anything. It was hard to hold. In the dream of one night, I had a little sniff of medicine. Still, I didn't know what was clear, and finally got all the information together. "

"Ahh... it was my hometown..."

Iron odor rises from the back of my throat. The torn belly is burning hot.

The soldiers who followed me here are surrounded and killed by someone wearing a coat from their head, in the clear sight of a woman standing there.

Only this path was taught to the followers, just in case. An ancient road leads to a cave on the coast, away from the capital city. It's a narrow road. Any gestures will disperse. When ambushed, no matter how many sword arms I stand on, I can't hold back anymore.

"I can't forgive you."

The woman's voice was cold.

"I can't let go. I can't let go. How can you swear allegiance to someone who killed your parents? Even a dog would choose to shake its tail. Oh, we can't let go. I haven't forgiven you guys for a long time."

You're the one who guided Reginald.

"It's mindless, isn't it, General?" I couldn't escape.... "

Hahaha!

Helmut, laughing, coughed with a twitch in his stomach. The spit blood stains the ground black.

Helmut took a deep breath and swung the sword out of his body.

The blade ended just by breaking the woman's coat.

A fellow man saw the danger and hurried her back.

A woman scolds Helmut abhorrently.

"This...!"

"...... I'm not going to run away from you."

My limbs are numb. I can't hold my sword anymore.

I wanted to evacuate this woman for my brothers in the castle, but it seems difficult.

I'm going to die here.

It was a long time.

"If you're satisfied with this neck, take it with you." You have no right to hate me. But it's all because of that.... I started everything. This neck is the end of the line. Let's get out of here. ”

"... what are you doing?"

"Live in peace in the land where your parents sleep."

"Shut me up!"

A woman's screaming voice echoed through the narrow path.

Someone stabbed Helmut in the back.

Numerous times. Numerous times.

A woman is shouting something. You, you, you.

When resentment is the lullaby of eternal sleep, the gods also do a proud thing.

(Really, it's a fitting way to die.....)

I wonder if Klaus, who had a similar way of dying, felt the same way.

They have sinned a lot to protect this country.

I accept the grievances of those who have lost their lives, and I hope that all those who have been involved - including the women who will kill themselves - will have a bright future.

Looking at the fountain of his own blood, Helmut thought calmly.

After breaking the long ascending staircase, the dies stepped out into a simple room with plenty of space. Bedside tables and desks covered with cloth. There was a sword hanging on the wall. It smells of dust, earth, leather and hardware.

It seems to be a room in Heath's dormitory. The exit was in a fitted outfit. Heath pulled the die out into the room and hurriedly closed the door.

"Please cover the cloth."

Heath attaches to the door leading to the corridor and instructs the die. The die hurriedly covered the door with a large cloth that covered the desk. It's just a cloth, but it can block the visibility of the opponent who is about to come out. Dai knows through D'Artagnan that the moment can be a big difference.

At the same time, I tried to lean on the chair, but Heath pulled me to that point.

"You must escape first."

Heath opened the door and glanced down the hallway. Check safety and leave the room.

The hallway was bright. A hand of fire is rising outside the window. I can hear the crowd. It looks like there was a battle going on.

Heath groaned bitterly.

"The gate is no good..."

"Heath, someone's coming from underground. There's a noise."

"Come here."

The dies ran as they looked to the left at the window where the flame could be seen. Just around the corner, the door to the room I was in earlier was kicked through. A group of people wearing coats at the edge of the line of sight passed.

Die reported to Heath, who ran ahead.

I saw you at the main gate, not a mobster.

How many people are there!?

Two, no, five more!

Footsteps listened to a habit of moving around with Daddy. There is no doubt that it is the same as the one I saw in a glance.

The impatience permeates Heath's face. He turns back a little and looks at the die.

Deanna......

No!

Realizing what he was going to say, Die shouted.

Please don't leave me here!

I'm telling you the words I couldn't scream on a thunderstorm night.

It would be easier for Heath to escape if he hid somewhere on his own. From the main gate into the castle, the die has been running for a long time. My legs are like sticks, and my flanks are twisted and damaged. I'm perfectly aligned.

I still didn't like it. It was already too late to leave it behind.

If you let go of this hand now, Heath will probably bury you. It was not made clear that his Lord's last command was to deliver the die safely, but that he himself was safe.

That's why I'm not letting go of this hand.

Heath turns to the front.

My hand was tied back more tightly.

Enter the courtyard from the Knight's Dormitory building. Do you also serve as a training ground? There were a number of pillars for driving straw around. The left hand of the corridor surrounding the courtyard. From the back gate, a different group of people appeared.

The number of people is just under ten. It was dressed like a civilian. But he had a weapon in his hand.

They turn their attention to Heath. Someone shouted, "It's the prime minister."

"The bad guy who tricked the saintly lady!"

Kill me!

"Don't move!"

Heath speaks out to the civilians.

He brutally drew the die's body. I hugged it from behind and put the slender dagger blade that I had pulled out at some point against the die's neck.

"Don't move..."

The repeated containment was also directed at the die. His hand holding the dagger horizontally was trembling. If you make a mistake in the force, it cuts the carotid artery of the die.

The man quietly warns the prime minister with a cold voice.

"This is an ambassador from neighboring Del Ligueiria." If you move, I'll scratch your necks off. "

"What's the matter with that..."

"It's not just a messenger. She's with the Queen of Del Ligueilia. If we know you've been killed in your shallow thoughts, we're sorry.... I'm sure there's a death sentence waiting for me."

The civilians have stopped moving.

The bullshit seems to have worked. They look at each other and get lost in the next action.

The question did not arise from them as to why the queen of the neighbouring country was here.

However. Chancellor Perfilia's repeated reprimand of conscience for a situation that threatened to kill irrelevant people seemed to have stalled them.

Just for three hours.

Unfamiliar pursuers in coats caught up. Die slapped Heath's foot in the back hand to let him know.

A glimpse of the road the Heath came from.

In the blink of an eye, another footstep began to be heard from beyond the civilians.

"Hey, there!"

"Setra-sama...!?"

A familiar woman appeared from the direction of the civilians. I don't know what color it is in the dim light, but I'm sure you're wearing a knightly outfit with the Farril Seal of the Nation sewn on. I once greeted her in Lesser Scandinavia with a Platoon led by her and her National Seal.

The civilians look back.

Knight of the Castle!?

A misguided commoner runs under the platoon with a weapon. But it's not just civilians with trained elite and weapons. Immediately they are pulled down and screamed in all directions by their fellow civilians who have seen them. They stand in front of those who were chasing the die.

Heath released the dagger from the die and ran out with his hand pulled back.

You're not going to rendezvous!?

"I don't want to put you in the middle of a war."

Heath adds that the Knights of Farril have misunderstood their actions. They would have thought that Chancellor Perfilia was running around with Del Ligeiría's Badge of Nation as a hostage as he entered the castle as an emissary. I'm not in a situation where I can listen calmly.

The die left the Knight's Dormitory after a brawling battle.

Ahhhhh!

A man screams and rolls down the stairs.

Getting caught up in him, and the subsequent pursuers retreat. Tsubaki pushed the Detrout upward just a moment ago.

Hurry up!

She screams and starts casting a magic spell. I'm going to break down the stairs and stop you.

Dietrich wrapped around the hem of his heavy costume and ran up the stairs barefoot.

(Failed...)

It was good until I moved between Tsubaki and the throne tower towards the open terrace of the tower overlooking the royal capital, but I began to be chased by a strange group of people I met along the way. Neither a mob brainwashed by the Church of Our Lady, nor a mercenary sent from there. He stood still in various ways, including sorcery, and was caught up again.

I wish I was dressed like a man.

If only I could die on the throne, I'd be glad to see Serenity.

But there is something I need to do now.

At the end of the day, one job was done.

As I climbed through the tower, I went out to a large room. It's a well-appointed room that can be used as a living space for nobles. Straight from the door, there is a large window filled with glass. The window leading to the terrace is fitted with a decorative lattice and is usually locked so that it cannot be opened. Ditraut hurriedly opened it with the parent key he was carrying. The door behind her was closed tightly, and before that, the lintel that moved the furniture caught up with her.

You can't use loud magic to block that movement.

She stares at the door to the staircase. I couldn't use more than one sorcery at the same time. No, it may not be a problem in normal times. However, I guess my concentration has stopped due to fatigue.

Sorry, moaning, my lower lip bites.

Ditrout smiled.

"It's okay.... can you scream and buy me some time?"

Absolutely.

The two of them go out onto the terrace and close the window again.

The sea breeze stroked Ditrault's cheeks and stretched his long hair.

The time was near dawn before I knew it. It's still early for sunrise, but far away, the darkness of the eastern sky is fading.

When I turned my gaze back to the west, I saw a view of the kingdom that the king's capital had ruled.

The lights are blinking in the unknown city. Diana said she was a soldier from Zemnam. You can trace the movement of the light back to see the large ship that boarded the harbor. Once again, I was shocked to see how to make such a terrible stop. Perhaps it was the grand prime minister of Zemnam.

It reminds me of a time when I was just reigning in my sister's name.

It's a different tower, but in a similar place, I overheard Heath's conversation with Franz-Mariage's father.

Set up a puppet queen in Del Ligueiria. All to save Perfilia. I got angry when I didn't mind the blood on the road.

Detraut asks his sister in his chest.

(What should I have done, Sele?)

I aimed for a brave, calm, and determined queen. That's what I thought my brave sister would do. Dietricht's politics had already prolonged the country's life, but it was also the backlog of his own actions that caused today's chaos.

Install a magic stone at the edge of the open terrace. It was to aid in sorcery.

From the back room, through the window, there is a sound that tries to crush the door.

It's over.

Ready for louder sorcery.

Tsubaki tells me that he is going to turn his sword to the room.

Ditrault stood in the middle of the group she had set up and placed his hand on the edge of the open terrace.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.