The Queen’s Cosmetician

Reginald Chamberlain was born into the famous family of Perfilia as his eldest son.

In ancient times, it was the family that produced the queen and continued to bind the officials of the castle. The union of those who were named was firm, and marriage between relatives was recommended. Occasionally, there were marriages to strengthen the political base in order to dilute blood, but they were exclusive to those in the extra space. Gradually, I began to get tired of being a marriage partner.

Since then. It became difficult to have a girl at home.

Perfilia does not leak an example, and the woman who inherits the blood of the saintly lady will be at the top. It's basically a direct royal family, but there are also queens who rarely give birth to boys, and queens who die before they have children. In such cases, the queen is chosen from among the famous girls. The fact that no girl was born meant to degrade the character of the house.

Men, like Guo Gong, are sometimes held by eggs.

The blood of the Holy Maiden may be interrupted without our knowledge. Thus, the clan of the unborn woman was seen and done.

Reginald's father was the rebellious man who was most harshly discriminated against, but continued to aim for a turning point. From the generation of the queen to the engagement of her niece, the cousin of the predecessor queen Azlariel, and the child who dwelt in her wife's belly.

The miscalculation was that Reginald was born with no magic skills at all.

Sometimes, magic energy can take a long time to show up. My father insisted on the queen at the time and was given a seven-year grace period. Reginald admired his elderly fiancé childishly, gentle and gentle. She and I will eventually become a family. I didn't suspect that.

When Reginald was seven and his fiancé was ten, the engagement was broken.

The Chamberlain family has seen an unprecedented fall.

(Why?)

Reginald was crawling with blood, sand and dust, moss and insects, grabbing the rock wall. While the soldiers who were transporting Reginald were attacked, Reginald, considered the most helpless, rolled down a deep hole in the darkness for a long time and set off on another ancient road. No one came after them. Reginald walked alone in the stagnant air, tracing the water flowing beneath his feet. I relied on the lights of the magic letters that flashed in the streets.

My whole body complains of pain. Reginald no longer knows why he has been so hurt. Every step you take, your memory becomes cloudy.

When she didn't even know why she was walking alone in this darkness, Reginald screamed in grief.

(Why)

(Why?)

(Why)

"Why, Saintess!" Why do you give me this trial? "

The figure of the Holy Maiden can be painted more vividly than anything else. Reginald's first memory was not the face of his parents or his servants. It was a statue of a saintly woman who looked up as she was held in the nanny's arms. To the baby, who was found to have no magic skills, his parents forced him to pray to the saintly lady in order to put his mind to it.

I don't have enough prayers, so I don't have the strength.

Keep praying, may the Blessed Virgin be with you.

Follow the teachings of the church.

Do not forgive the evil manifested by the Church.

Then.

Then......

Someday, from this suffering.

From the earth as the prison that binds this demon.

Suddenly, an artificial staircase appeared. He climbed out of breath and pushed back the board that was blocking the ceiling. The broken plate was damaged and I felt a burning heat inside my body, but I wanted to get out of this blockage anyway.

I eat my teeth. I hear a thousand cuts in my teeth. With unprecedented force, Reginald pushed the board back and went out into a large space.

It's a shoddy stone temple.

The shadow of a man crawled out of the hole in front of Reginaldo.

"... Cynthia..."

The Holy Maiden looks down at Reginald with a smile of compassion.

"Please... bless me..."

Shabby, isn't it?

The holy lady, who normally had nothing to say, opened her mouth.

Lie on your back and thrust your knee over Reginald's head.

"Poor boy.... fine, I'll give you my blessing as you wish."

Reginald's forehead is touched by the hand of the Holy Lady.

The pain inside your body melts into darkness.

said the Holy Lady.

"May your soul be carried under the Lord God in peace as soon as possible."

Finally, a prayer came to the Holy Maiden.

Blessed is he.

Ah, and Reginald sobbed in tears.

The light spread behind the eyelids.

Alvina closed Alvina's eyes as he opened his pupils.

You're badly wounded, but you're one of those mobsters who volunteered to fight. A man with a terribly mundane face, covered in mud and scraped off underwear. I don't think he's an aristocrat. Were you a devout believer in the Holy Maiden? I refused to save you, but it was not easy to bless a dying man with a calm death. However, even if Alvina did nothing, she must have traveled to the Lord God soon.

Lord Alvina, is this you?

A soldier attached to Alvina looked into the chapel and said:

Alvina turned to him.

Is there anyone there?

"There are signs in the house. However, it didn't look like it was coming out. The door does not open either. I want people around here to run away."

If you don't come, leave me alone.

"I see.... is this man a loser?"

Yeah, maybe.

A provisional agreement between the queens and the Perfilian army, followed by the arrival of the ships, led to the deployment of the soldiers about half a minute ago.

Alvina was also driven to the thugs by Mariage's orders. Capture or suppress those who have fallen from the battle at the North Gate, one of the back gates of the Imperial Castle. And it's my job now to make sure no offensive sorcery is planted in the city.

Ask the soldier who started to identify the man's body.

"Do you want to retrieve the body?"

"Just in case, yes..." Hey, gather up! "

Gather a platoon of scattered soldiers.

Away from them who had begun the meeting, Alvina left the chapel. Take a deep breath and look up at the sky. The stars had disappeared, leaving their first stars behind.

I looked back to the east where the castle was. The sky was beginning to whiten, and the demon told Alvina that the payment was approaching.

It's been a long night.

For all people - especially the powerless.

The rest of the inhabitants were unhappy with their lack of response, but it is only natural that they should be in their shoes. The people who remain in the capital are helpless people who have nowhere to go. I don't know where it came from, it's not even a regular Perfilian soldier, and it can't be a response to an unscrupulous armed group. No matter how much cause we have, we are invaders from the sidelines.

I wish I could calm down the capital before their patience reaches its limit.

(I wonder if the die has properly met the Heaths.....)

Although she is alive, she still seems to be in the royal castle. I was prevented from tracing the location by the Magic of Trieste on the foundation of the Imperial Castle.

Looking at the royal castle, Alvina suddenly found light in the corner of the spire.

It is too early for the sun to rise. Different from the stars. When she realized that it was a magic phosphor, Alvina stared at the spire.

--The voice echoed.

Low for a woman, high for a man. A gentle, soft voice.

"To all those in the capital of Perfilia. I am Serenity Yerni Perfilia."

This is the last time you borrow a name from your sister.

The Loud Sorcery was activated without any problems. By the gate of the royal castle, in the shadow of a roaring fire, people who looked like bean grains were looking for the source of their voices and looking for the sky.

“I'm going to talk about your future now. Listen to me for a moment, whoever holds a weapon, whoever does not hold a weapon, whoever holds his hand with his beloved, whoever holds his own shoulder."

There should have been intermittent explosions from the Imperial Castle, and it was quite shaken when the unsupplied ship boarded the port. This is the time that most people should be spending without taking it personally.

"... As everyone knows, I am being charged by the Church. As a result, Perfilia was severely disrupted. Some of you will have lost someone close to you in battle. What remains in the capital should be a poor and hard day. For it is not in my power. The other nations I have seen have come to Perfilia to help me. That's the ship that stays in the harbor. People who get off the boat and patrol the city.”

Ditrout turned his gaze to the large ship at the port.

"I repeat, the ship has come to save this Perfilia," said the messenger who came before me. If you believe that, those who descend from the ship and set foot on the soil of this land will not harm my people who spend sleepless nights. "

Now that we've met with Diana, the Continental Congress will know, and they'll be able to pierce the nails to ensure the safety of their people.

"Even if the sun rises and becomes brighter and you see a face you don't know, don't immediately think you're an enemy." Because an unwelcome attack inspires those who come to their rescue. Be quiet and wait. "

At least we talked.

But I didn't think you'd talk to me.

"This is the last word I will send you."

That makes it even worse.

"You can hear the sound behind me." Some of you still want me dead. ”

There was a sound of trying to smash the windows that separated the terrace from the room behind.

The glass breaks and falls. I can hear the man's rage. The loud magic picked them up as murmurs. If what you hear works, you'll know there's a battle going on here.

"I do not regret what I have done, whether it is a sin or a bullet. I did my best. To protect my loved ones from the land! Don't ever again regret not being able to protect you! Because I have determined reality with my own eyes and chosen this path!”

Pong, I heard an explosion behind me.

It's very small-scale. I just wanted to fly the window lock with a magic stone. In view of the time it took to use the stone without destroying the entire window, the gunpowder seems to have been used up. The Zikishi might be the last of them.

Tsubaki, who was behind the Detraut, rushed out.

Her departure from the magic of loudspeakers began to unleash herself. Soon, the effect will end.

I could hear the swords behind me. The magic power drained too much. I heard in advance that magic power is turned to defend against throwing objects such as stones and needles, and basically attacks with physics.

Nine out of ten, we die here.

“People who live in Perfilia. The people who call this country home. Put your hands together in prayer, and open your eyes and your ears before you think of the goddess. Is it all right to take this hand of salvation? Is it something to be taken away? Consider the house as if it were a place where the cattle were kept by others."

Houses and livestock are property. A house is easily decayed if the landlord does not take care of it. Livestock are worth less when they get sick.

Just because it rained, we don't easily deposit the house to the red person who said we would repair it. I will not give you a sheep in bad shape. They won't take it away, or you'll see them carefully. Everyone does.

That's why you should be able to do it.

"Open your eyes - wake up!"

The phosphorescent lights were rising and fading from under my feet.

This voice may not reach the people.

Thinking so, Ditrout exclaimed.

“Reality is the path you chose!”

Giggle, giggle, weigh on your back.

Just the neck, Ditrout looked back.

(......)

The colliding girlfriend collapsed with a pale face.

There were many bodies lying on the open terrace. Only one enemy is moving. However, his body and physique were not comparable to those of Ditraut.

"I believe you."

Ditrout murmured.

"May you stand on your own feet, help each other, and live in a glorious future."

I believe in everyone.

I'm praying. After all I've done, I can only pray to the gods.

The enemies who stepped heavily on my side wielded their swords.

Ditrout finally called out the name of the man he was not allowed to call his brother unless he took his place of his sister.

Ask my sister.

Serenity, do you think I did a good job?

Of course. Even though I was gentle and very weak-thank you for your hard work.

My only brother.

The voice that had fallen from the sky ceased, and silence returned to the unknown sky.

And the dyes acknowledged from the corridor that the seabirds, which seemed to be nesting on the cliffs, were standing at once.

Heath leaned against the pillar with a pale face.

"Heath..."

It's okay.

He regained his posture to refuse to worry about the die. Die pulls his hand and starts walking.

The dies were walking towards the cliffside in a longitudinal path through the backyard of the royal castle. They're headed for a servant portal where they can go outside to repair the cliffside exterior wall. You can go down the cliff road to the beach. It takes time to rendezvous with everyone, and I can never walk at night without assistance such as lights. However, the payment was imminent, and if it was safe, there was no way to bypass it.

The hustle and bustle is far away and unpopular. You really should hurry, or you might get shot from the garden, or you might as well stay off the beaten path. However, to continue running, the limits of my feet had come, and I had to walk on a well-equipped road.

I'm not scared.

It would have been much safer to be protected by the Kingsguard and Dadaan. Heath has hurt himself so many times. His hand is connected to it. That's all that made Die feel at ease with Diana.

What does Heath think?

Is his hand, which is connected, warmed up by his hand, which is alone with his master?

The thought broke quickly.

Because the artillery was flying from the back.

I didn't know who flew it.

Heath tongues.

"I can't do this..."

In the winter, the Perfilian castle was not cleaned properly.

In the meantime, the artillery falls on the withered leaves. The sea breeze stirred the fire up.

The dies were blocked from going and had no choice but to turn back.

Sometimes, a late-running mob is chased around by an unfamiliar group of soldiers who mistakenly assume the die has been taken hostage. When it was blocked in all directions and running down to the south where the closest back gate was, Dai found himself in the open chapel of the door located diagonally to the right.

Fabian-san!

It looked like the Congressional Soldier had set up a temporary position. Looking at the die's response, Heath corrects his course toward the chapel.

You can talk about it!?

"Even the capital... I came with you!"

Die responded to Heath's confirmation and called Fabian's name again.

Fabian! Claire!

"...... die!"

Fabian and the others notice the die.

As he ran, Die shouted.

"Don't attack!" Please! "

Fabian rushes to stop the soldier who fired the arrow.

As the dies rushed into the chapel, several soldiers rushed out, and the door was closed vigorously.

The die came to its limit and collapsed on the spot.

Heath holds it in a panic. However, it seems that he was also exhausted and unable to support himself. Together, they were to slip into the floor.

Fabian and Claire peered into the die's face.

Are you okay?

"Somebody, bring me some water...!"

(...... followed)

In a safe place. I was able to rendezvous with people I could talk to.

Die repeated rough breathing on his shoulder.

I'm sorry to Fabian, but I can't afford to answer his questions.

Heath recovered faster.

He registers his breath and tells Fabian.

"Please, let her rest quickly." I've been running all the way up to now, and I'm pretty impatient. "

"I understand.... I wonder if you've responded to our request."

“If you're asking me if I'm here to be protected by the Continental Conference, I'd say so. No hostility.”

"The inquisition will be held in the presence of the queens. I have a lot of suspicions, so I'll be holding you until then."

I don't mind.

Fabian rolled his eyes at Heath, offering him a straight dagger, and took it away with a bitter smile.

Heath whispered into the die's ear.

"Give me your hand."

Release the hand that was firmly connected so as not to deviate from the previous one.

Heath stands up, and Die, with Claire's help, follows suit.

An unpleasant premonition boiled over my chest.

Heath smiles bitterly as she turns to the die.

”You look so anxious-...”

Heath would have tried to reassure the die.

The gentle voice broke off.

His neck shrugs off his back. There's someone behind Heath.

Po Ta, and the candlestick fell on the white floorboard of the chapel.

It's a red rainbow. It's like it's starting to rain down, and it's falling on the floor, creating a spotty stain.

"--Na"

Heath stared at the die and moved his lips.

I think I called her by her name.

But she didn't speak out.

Heath collapses into the die.

Die hugged his body and pushed his hips against the floor again.

The color spreads from the waist of a man who has collapsed without strength.

Blood red.

The die screamed.