The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Things have changed a lot, outside."

A friend I've been visiting for a long time is rocking white pottery.

Coffee that draws loose ripples in it. Fluffy aroma. He smiled satisfactorily and put his mouth on the edge of the ceramic.

"It has changed at an accelerating rate in recent years. I have to be surprised. Come here. Why, change comes this way too. To that mystery, I can't help but remember the thud of my chest."

A very good voice as if to sing a poem.

Listening to her friend, she unwrapped the arms she was putting together and sighed, keeping her back on the wall.

"Well, I wonder if this is what happens to the boy back then."

"Over time, it's going to turn. About the spirit.... What do you know, too?

"Right."

Agreed, sigh again.

"... how is she?

I remembered on the subject of perversion. About our compatriots in ourselves, who are located in our youth. At a young age, the spirit is also unstable. Susceptible to degeneration.

My friend shrugged his jaw.

"Come on, I don't know that either. I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Oh? You said you stopped north earlier, didn't you?

"Hate and I was away. Unlike you, he's a quality he can't stay in one place."

"You too."

The friend, who shrugged his shoulder after being pointed out, slowly dried the contents of the ceramics.

My friends have decided to travel.

In contrast to her compatriots, who stretch their legs vigorously to the people, she is lazy at home. The extent to which you occasionally take to a neighboring city. None of the people who come to visit equals none.

I just want to ask you what's going on out there, but you'd be pissed off if he interfered too much with the moment to indulge in coffee.

She had no choice but to leave the scene once.

Shall we bake chickens for him? I think so, I go out to the garden to pick herbs for flavoring. After a while, when she returned to the room, the pottery at my friend's disposal was completely empty.

"Do you have a change?

"No, I'm going to be rude."

"Oh, already?

She frowned at the words of a friend.

Not a minute after my friend arrived. The conversation was about the extent to which we exchanged greetings that involved recent developments. I only entertain a cup of coffee.

I look down at the confectionery dish I took out with that hand where I put the vanilla on the shelf.

"I wish I could slow down a little bit more"

"I've got a lot of books I'd like to read."

"After that, okay?

"It doesn't work either. If we don't get back to feeding the paper fish and losing their tracks."

"Thin lover. Which is more important, me or the book?

"The book decays. You don't decay."

"Basically, it should be about the retention technique, right?

My friend stood up ignoring the protest. Put your hat through your sleeves on your jacket and just turn your back on her. I don't see any shards of remnants.

You could hang out with me for about supper. This ungrateful.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

This one, and the man who rang his heels and opened the metastasis gate, suddenly looked back at her.

The man has a naughty grin on his mouth.

She got up lightly with a bad feeling.

"What?

"What, you're just stuck and bored too, aren't you?... I set up a little gift"

A face that responds to a smiling man attracts me.

"... of rice?

"It's no big deal. It's not something you can't break. Something that's going to kill you."

"Whatever you think, it's not a hoax! What did you do?

"Enjoy yourself."

The man waved hilariously and opened the metastasis gate under his feet. His body melts into the swirl of light, so much so that it disappears into the void without a trace. Reading, by the way, I guess I went back to Negijo.

Nevertheless, what is a gift?

She scrutinized the interior of the house with magic.

Discover some surgical ceremonies you don't remember.

"Ugh, what is this... and a very troublesome procedure.... Oh, what a trick!"

The manipulation that a friend set up in his residence with a mischievous mind was to invalidate the magic that was originally incorporated. Now it's not harmful. But I can't ignore it.

It is a complex but beautiful way of portraying the text. It will take a lot of work to disarm. The more I look at it, the more depressing it becomes.

My friend will be working on removing the spider's nest in Negijo by now.

Abominable. She stepped on the estate and shouted full of strength.

"Huh already...... sucks!!

Laura advances Die's discharge to Heath, who arrives at her desk.

"You don't have to put him in Mizweeri. He renounced himself."

"Be accurate, Laura."

Pasa, and threw the report on his desk, Heath said chilly.

"I'm sure you've made statements that would make you renounce your duties, but I didn't renounce them"

"... about your attitude towards Dear Mariage? A bunch of disrespectful remarks like that. No matter what happens, I'm supposed to follow you."

"I don't think we should sneak in at all times, though.... Well, you need to risk your own life"

A glimpse of the die Heath stands next to Laura. In his emotionless pale eyes, Die was the thought of his stomach shrinking.

(made to blur)

You had my hopes up.

Die bit down his lower lip and leaned down.

Though I cut to Mariage, it was hard after that. Mariage kicked out the servants who were on the spot and caged them in the room. Dinner party is absent. Die is discreet, of course. I got a call from Heath early the next morning, and it's going to happen now.

Laura looks down at the die with cold eyes.

"Does Master Liveau think that his disrespect is more reasonable to die than to be exonerated?

"No way."

Heath smiled.

"Is it enough to say death penalty? I won't kick you out. I will ask him to serve the Mariage as he is."

"Dear Livot......!

"Master Mariage has not ordered me to dismiss Die."

To Laura, who cried out to criticism, Heath tells her pale.

Die circled his eyes. To be honest, I can't hide my surprise. Because Die herself feels that Laura has a good point.

Heath placed her center of gravity on the back of the chair with her graceful waist.

"Laura. I am more angry with your men's incompetence than with Die. Wasn't the reason why Die wanted to work disrespect in the first place because the samurai couldn't do the mariage?

"... Everyone was forgiving Master Mariage. There's the die."

"There is testimony that the die seemed to have been forcefully stood on the arrow.... samurai-head, what were your men doing?

Laura silences. There is no change in expression. But the eyes that look down at Heath are still angry.

"I'm not saying I'm not responsible for the die. Like you said, it was a place to be patient. but that's the same for the samurai. We should reflect on Mariage-sama's insatiable stupidity."

Heath's gaze turns behind the die. Near the entrance to the office, the servants involved in this case refrain. And he glanced at them, and Heath told them in a cold voice.

- Don't bother my hand.

"... sorry, sorry"

Laura hangs her head over an apology. Die rushed to imitate it as well.

Each one of them is ordered to return to work, and everyone leaves the room quickly. Laura also corrected her spine again, giving Heath a salute and turning her heel back.

The die also follows her in a gratuitous manner.

"Terrible way to put it..."

The whispers of the servants who had preceded him entered Die's ear.

"You are competent, but really cold..."

"You don't understand our struggles, do you?"

"Sounds great. Don't get me wrong."

"My face in two years"

"I have no choice but to obey. It's like we're being kept alive by him..."

Stand in front of the door leading to the next room.

I seemed to catch my breath in bad faith. My body trembles and darkens in front of me.

"Die."

Hands on his shoulders, Die looked back. Soon Heath packed the distance to his back.

There is a cold sweat on his face with a missing expression.

Die moved his ed tongue diligently.

"Hey, how can I help you?

"It's about broken work tools. Where do you usually procure?

"… Ugh, it's Backtown"

In the corner adjacent to the flower district, a friend runs a shop. I always refilled the cosmetics there.

"Is it a night shop?

"No... I'm free during the day"

The holidays are whimsical. Nevertheless, it is usually open except on the Sabbath.

"Okay....... head out the gate. Make sure you're on your way out and get around the carriage."

"Huh? Out?

Heath wrinkles between her eyebrows and hurries back at the sudden command.

"Be considerate. … immediately."

Heath passes by the die and steps into the next room without hesitation.

The servants, who were whispering, avoided Heath as the spider child scattered.

When Die checked his degree as he was told and went to spin the carriage, one box carriage was stopped. I also saw Heath and Kilim talking in front of it.

"Rest is until the morning. Always allow the study to proceed to the specified range from noon. Let the Lodovico Master also look at it and write an apology for his absence. Last night and for today. If you do not return as scheduled, you will confirm your letter of thanks and send it to the other party.... and you're here."

Heath interrupts the conversation by acknowledging what a die looks like. When the die rushed over, he frowned.

"You don't have to rush over. … stay in the carriage first"

Follow the instructions to get in the carriage. It's been a boxcarriage since the day I left Flower Street. As the die sat on one side of his seat, Heath also quickly came up into the car. He asks Die as he sits across the street from Hazu.

"Tell me more about the location of the store"

"... are you talking about a store that is replenishing cosmetics?

"Yes."

While confused by Heath, who responded immediately, Die explained the location of the store. Nodding back, Heath tells him the nearest gate to the store and signals his departure.

Every, and the carriage rocks.

The view flows out in the window.

Die hesitated to ask Heath, who opened the lid of the crate he had brought in and began to spread the paperwork.

"Um... could you possibly go to the store?

"You'll have trouble missing work tools. I wish I had put in place an attitude that I could order right away.... Excuse me. I was lost."

Heath says as he slips his gaze on the paper he spreads over his lap.

"I was just planning to leave the King's Capital at noon. We'll pass through the Civilian District, then."

Kasa, and the paper sounds in the car.

Continuing, the sound of the hardware of the writing fixture rubbing against the paper.

Heath is silently cleaning up the paperwork.

Die dropped with his head in his arms.

I don't know what to say. but I know the words to state.

"… - Thank you"

Heath said he wouldn't fire the die. Though I thought it was pre-built. In his position, he said he could secretly turn his hand just because he couldn't do so on his own.

Yet I was distracted by the tools. I should have gotten the procurement ready after applying from the die.

In the first place. I'm ashamed of myself for being so fierce. It's just a brief thought. It wasn't weird when my neck and torso split apart.

"Die."

The sound of rolling paper interrupts and the man's soft voice sounds. Die took his hand off his head and raised his face. Heath was coloring her face with a bitter smile.

"You don't have to be so depressed"

"... you can be depressed."

I am disgusted by my stupidity. Ha, and I sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. … something was wrong"

"I wanted to see it. Where you hung up."

"I don't think that's funny."

Die pointed his mouth to a voice that included a man's laugh.

"Master Mariage kicked in last night's and today's plans, and he's in a drawer cage, and... your grievances, Ri, Ri, Ri... I jumped on Heath."

"It has always been the case that Lady Mariage wasted her time and absent the meeting she invited. And this time, I hear you're making a big deal out of yourself in the room."

Until he cried and troubled the samurai, he said, is the usual determined stream. Heath said there's no problem if you're indoors making fun of your thoughts.

"And it's not like I'm neglected. Not a flying fire."

"A little softer, I don't think you'll be neglected by anyone."

"I see. You prefer to say it harshly, too?

With cold eyes, you, like everyone else, were better treated as incompetent, threatened by Heath, Die shook sideways with the momentum to be beheaded.

"No! No! I'm sorry!

"... well, you don't have to worry so much. I told Laura, but she hasn't told me to fire you."

"Not yet?"

The response was humbling, I realized after speaking. Heath leans over the blame's gaze.

Die leaned over and apologized.

"Excuse me."

"No."

Shaking his head gently, Heath returns to the paperwork ruling.

Die was so depressed. My attitude is not a compliment to the man who is concerned and comforting me with the situation of the die in his busy schedule.

"You can be depressed, but now the key is to make sure you can be called whenever you want"

For quite a while, Heath offered a piece of paperwork to the die who lay on his face.

Here's a list of missing tools that Die applied for last night.

"If something is not listed in this and you would like to refill it additionally, write it down"

"Can I write directly on this?

"Yeah, go ahead."

Give me the writing fixture Heath took out of the box. Receiving it, Die glanced at the letter on paper.

I also thought when I inspected the tools last night. Tools on the list score quite a few points. My chest ached from the disconnected makeup box on the lid, cracked bottles, or - just to think back.

"That's all that's broken. I can't help it if you get mad."

He doesn't stop his hand from ruling, Heath tells Die. I put my strength into my hand shaking the pattern of the writing instrument.

The moment I heard the screaming similarity marks of the box that Mariage slammed, I felt the hoop coming off inside me. And until then, the congestion has erupted all at once.

But Die's reaction was a mistake.

"The truth is, where you have to be patient, it was, wasn't it?

"Right."

Heath affirms instantly. Die leaned down and sighed.

"But for Master Mariage, didn't you learn? Because there would never have been such a thing as a frontal cut and preached."

"... Didn't Heath say a lot to Master Mariage so far?

"I'm just complaining"

Heath cut off his employer's words and actions, but nothing more.

"... you've told me a lot and I'm sure you're really thinking about it. If you're blind, I've been ordered to fire you earlier."

"... I'm not afraid of your job or your neck."

Die pressed his forehead against the window.

Heath stops her hand, frowning in surprise.

"... What are you afraid of?

Die smiled bitterly and stared out the window.

"... I was wondering if I might not be able to do well outside of Hanayashi.... that's what I'm afraid of"

Conscious as ever. How spoiled I was in the flower streets.

Leaving the flower district, only for a month.

Yet my chest is about to crumble with grief.

I can unconsciously zero my wishes out of my mouth.

"I want to go back..."

"... as much as I'd like to stop by on my way home,"

"It's okay, then!

Die turned back to me and waved his hands in haste.

I can't go back.

The next time you visit the flower blossoms, you build a decent foundation. That's what I decided.

Heath puts a bunch of paper beside her seat.

He held his hands together on his knees and opened his mouth.

"You've been coming to Mizweeri for a month. The environment is suddenly changing and I'm getting tired. … it is for everyone to miss their familiar hometown"

"... that's what happened to Heath, too?

"I?"

"... from somewhere, far away, are you here?

He said he met Mariage's father on his journey.

I didn't even know where he came from, Mariage.

Heath seeped loneliness and smiled.

"I didn't come that far. But...... right. There was a time for me too."

"Not far?... Where did Heath come from?

Heath narrows her eyes and silences.

Understanding that he should not have asked, Die withdrew.

"No, I knew it, fine"

There's an area where no one wants you to step in.

For the die, like about my mother.

"I..."

After a long silence, Heath moved her mouth. He looks out the window. The shadow of the city's scenery was reflected in the pale eyes.

"Born along the border between Delligeiria and Perfilia."

"Perfilia......"

It's a neighbor to the east of Del Ligueiria.

"What is it about?

"It's a plain."

Where there's nothing, he said.

"At the foot of the mountain range, to the east is the wilderness as if it were the sea, a land that is spreading. Only Harienisida and Heath are native."

"Heath?"

Same as his name. Die had accidentally rebuffed his name.

Heath grinned bitterly.

"It's a shrub, and purple flowers bloom. My name, too, comes from these flowers. When I was born, Heath on the plain, just because it bloomed all at once. Isn't that strange? I can't believe you named a flower like that to a man."

"Though I think it's nice.... Who was attached?

"It's my father. My mother seemed to disagree."

From that narrative, you can see a glimpse of one loving family.

I don't know, I was happy.

"What is Harienisida?

"It's the same shrub as Heath, with yellow flowers blooming. Both blossoms open ahead in the spring, and only then do the wilderness have purple and yellow colors....... when spring is over, return to gray. My hometown is such a lean land."

"... you want to go back, do you?

Die asked Heath, who talks about it as she nostalgic.

Heath said with a pity smile.

"It's just like you. I can't go back."

He went back to work.

Die also faced the list of tools again.

Change the carriage with an examination separating the aristocratic and civilian neighborhoods. Pass some streets and get off the carriage where you put your destination within walking distance.

He put his arm through the sleeve of his coat and saw Heath getting off with him, Die asked in a blink.

"Heath got business over here, too?

"I will accompany you."

"What!?

I screamed vegan at an unexpected response.

Heath sees the die with a frightened face.

"Did you think you'd let me go alone?

"No, but... aren't you busy?

I don't need you to hang out this far. This way at the gate, I can walk alone.

Heath exhales.

"You don't have to worry… I just want to take a walk"

"Sampo."

Die glanced up at Heath in disdain.

He smiles bitterly.

"This land, unlike home, is too cramped.... Sometimes if I don't get some outside air, I'm going to choke."