The Queen’s Cosmetician

They were lurking their breath.

Until 'Prey' enters the territory.

They must kill the Prey.

that their Lord may cause more chaos.

To their country, because they want.

"The wilderness woman?

I don't know, said the shopkeeper's man. With a thick hand, giving a change to the die.

"Woman like you, if I had a house, I'd be sure to get in the crotch ear."

"There hasn't been any interesting talk like that lately, it's just a noisy story"

A woman interrupts the story with a tall voice from next door to the shopkeeper. She has pushed away the shopkeeper and offered a wrap of fruit to the die.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Thank you.... What's a noisy story?

"There's going to be bandits."

The store owner answers as he scratches his short pruned hair.

"Thanks to you, we're going up in business. The number of humans coming this way has fallen."

"Bandits..."

"He cried my town husband out for me to do something about it over at the castle, but aren't you working hard to pick the queen over there now? When will you crusade me?"

Oh man, Die bowed his head to the couple sighing and quit the spot. He leaves on the paved street, opens the package, and takes out the little apples he bought and wraps them around. My tired body was healed by fruit juice spread all over my mouth.

Then he walked around the apple, looking around the town, and the carriage stopped beside him. The box door opens and the man with him shows his face.

"Die."

"Heath, are you done?

"Yep."

Heath, who was running errands by herself, nodded and asked.

"Did you get anything?

Die shakes his head to the side. Harvest is the information I heard at Miguel's about the Woman Living in the Wilderness.

Ever since I arrived in this town, I've been acting differently with Heath to ask around about the woman, but even if I talked on top of the low crowd, my response to the die is unbearable. Only a vigilante old man and a couple of the only grocery store owners in town who had spare time near the town entrance and were eager to talk to each other could have had a decent conversation. Even if we could have a conversation, the result, as we did earlier, ended without a harvest.

"Same goes for me."

Heath, who was running errands to the head of this town, was asking me about the woman there. But the result is the same as a die, seemingly a boy.

Heath, who smiled bitterly, urged the die to get in the carriage.

"Come on, let's go home"

As the die settles his hips in his seat, the view outside the window slides out. The view of the town closest to the walls was less crowded and somewhere troubling in the eyes of the die.

Die has never been outside the walls before. The town outside, where you first set foot, is dotted with private houses around the mayor's mansion, and there are no long houses as often found in residential areas under the castle. The houses were all one house and had a fairly large garden. But the number of houses itself is small, and even on the street is somewhere idle. The sky was felt more broadly than ever because there was no stone wall under the castle that would always go into your eyes wherever you looked.

The scenery also gradually drifts away.

"What are you eating?

It's an apple.

Momogu's mouth moved, while the die raised its face from the window frame, took the other one out of the wrap and offered it. It's the apple I bought for him.

"I bought it because I was hungry. Do you want some heath, too?

"... thank you, sir"

Though I received it, Heath's expression was subtle. He smiles bitterly, dropping his gaze on the apple he receives.

"Speaking of which, you didn't have a meal yet. I'm sorry. I should have taken it in town earlier."

"It's okay. Heath, aren't you hungry?

"Yep. Because when a job is put in, it often pulls out.... Today, I wasn't alone"

The second half would be solitary. It sounded like self-blame.

But I was a snack, and recent mental fatigue has made my stomach less receptive to things. Rather, I was so thankful that I didn't have a meal. I don't really want you to worry about it because I think it's just as good as putting apples in my stomach.

Heath, who seems to have sensed Die's gaze, smiles awkwardly first, letting him gently hoist the apple, as he did when he toasted.

"I'll take it."

"Yes."

The sound of chewing his apples began to fill the space quietly, and the die also stood his teeth on the apple fruit again. Put your gaze back out the window and narrow your eyes to the glare.

White wilderness. The majority of Del Ligueiria's national territory is occupied by white sand. The land originally created by volcanic activity is this country. The lingering volcanic ash and light stones make layers and spread. It was the first time I had seen them with this eye, yet Die wondered what a lonely place it was.

"Anything unusual?

Heath asks if you were surprised at this one staring out the window all the time. Die shook his head to the side.

"... I thought it was a lonely place. Nothing."

"Outside?

"Yes."

White of land. Thin blue in the sky. Only those two colors make up the world.

"Is this how Heath was born, too?

He said on his way to Miguel's in the morning. He says his hometown is a land of nothing but Heath and Harienisida, nothing thin.

"Right. It's similar."

Heath nods honestly. The look is unexpectedly soft. Asking about the old days didn't seem uncomfortable to him.

"Weren't you bored?

"Bored?"

Blinking like an outside heart, Heath asks the parrot back.

"Erm."

Die groaned as he accidentally let his eyes swim.

"I thought earlier in town. Not much, nothing to look around at. Rarely."

"Towns outside the capital are mostly like that. It's more livestock than people."

I remember the town earlier, staring at Heath with a bitter smile. Inside the fence that surrounded the town all the way behind the walls, cattle were eating pasture. Indeed, the appearance was considerably more than that of a person.

"... my place, bored, did not"

Heath cut out the conversation by fingertipping the core of the finished apple.

"The house was busy. It was a crowded house."

"Big family?

"There were a lot of servants for the house."

To Heath's answer, which narrowed her eyes, Die still thought,

This man was more in a position to be respected than a servant. It was also what I thought when he came to the flower district to pull out the die. The behavior of standing without any futile motion was more sophisticated than that of the aristocratic Viscounts, who were guests of the flower streets, and the giving of instructions to those seen in the Mizwieri family is so handsome that it is unlikely to have been realized in a year or two. It was born on the side of using someone, but it must be the end of the story.

"Were your brothers there?

To Die's inquiry, Heath lay her eyes down and told her to miss it.

"I had to take care of the three people in my hand,"

That means, brother, sister. Or both.

"Oh, that's why"

If you know the past, you can see why the person acted. Heath looked surprised at the die leaking a sneak laugh.

"... what is it?

"Heath is fine. You should take care of him."

"... Mendoza?

"Yes."

Receive the core of the apple from Heath's hands tilting his neck. Wrapped it up with what he ate, Die laughed.

"I always thought. Heath is always so distracting."

"... Maryage says it looks like ice"

Heath puts Mariage out to attract her because she doesn't feel comfortable with this opinion. Die smiled bitterly. If you ask me, she did have such a metaphor in her mouth.

But I wonder where the hell this guy is, like ice.

"Dear Mariage, when I say this, I don't have a body or a lid, but you're not very close to Heath, are you? So the good thing about Heath, I don't see it... he took me out like this today"

"At work."

He sways his body itchy and Heath groans. Apparently, he was illuminated, not like.

"You went out of your way to go to Miguel's, didn't you?

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have come back forever."

Die simply points out the contradiction between the sarcastic words spoken in return.

"Look, I'll take care of it"

It was mostly because Heath became tannic and pulled her mouth together and strayed her gaze with a cheek wand on the window frame. Die smiles unexpectedly at him, half-eyed and sighing.

I recall.

It's the first day I left the flower blossom. I was in the carriage with him. But at that time, I couldn't connect the conversation.

It feels strange - now, like this, I'm tapping a light mouth.

I guess that's why. A little, I was getting carried away.

"What about all of that family?

If I thought about it a little bit, such as answering a question I had spoken to while I was pressed by curiosity, I would have understood.

"Dead."

Continue to the horizon, white wilderness.

Crushed bones, as if laid down.

Ethereal as thin as ice, spreading to cover it.

I wonder what he thinks on the other side.

Close your eyes and Heath repeats.

"He's dead. Guys. Guys -..."

From Mariage, didn't you hear?

He met her father when he was traveling after losing relatives.

"... excuse me"

Die groaned, trying to squeeze it out of the meshing tooth gap. Strongly grip the wrap placed on your knees.

"Don't look like that"

Did you return to me the sound of that crushing scratch, and let go of my face like Heath had been bounced out of his hand with a cheek wand on it?

"That's okay. You're not even close, are you? If you think about it, so does Mariage."

"But... sorry"

It doesn't turn into inadvertently stepping into his past. This one hasn't told us anything yet.

Two, surprised by the shadow on his face, Die breathed. Unexpectedly, there's Heath's face right around the corner.

His hand reached this way and his fingertips touched Die's hair.

A big hand strokes his head like a circle twirling, only once.

"I remember the old days."

Die listened to Heath's monologue, seeping of colour that was neither confusing nor perplexing, as he stared into his hands as he walked away.

"A child like my brother, who lived with me, often followed me. He looked weak and always crying. When you stroke your head, you only look happy then"

Heath stares at the hand that touched Die's head with the seemingly incredible eye of herself.

"... am I, a child?

"At least, not now"

I asked him to roar. I looked him in the eye and he laughed teasingly.

"Oh, excuse me"

"... what is it?

"I touched it sticky with apple juice."

Die accidentally puts both hands on his head to Heath's confession. Weird was the reaction, Heath continued to leak a sneaky laugh even as she erupted small and dropped her hips again in the opposite seat.

Feeling something uninteresting in his reaction, Die pulls his mouth together. But on the other hand, he also noticed that the air he had been straining earlier was soothing.

I let him worry about it.

But I'm also somewhat hesitant to thank you directly for that.

"... thank you for asking about the people who make cosmetics."

Sighing, Die tried to change the subject. Heath also nods small and speaks comfort.

"I'm sorry to hear that. After all, I don't know anything."

"No. I have no choice. I'll do something about it. It's not like there's anything you can do about it."

What I think is good for what I'm used to using is just the selfishness of the die. Substitutes don't have to be infinite, there are.

"I'll try this one."

Heath offered while combing her fingers on her knees. Tilt his neck and pursued an explanation of meaning. Here, he supplements with a bitter smile.

"I'm not sure about products for makeup, but it's not like noble children don't use them either. If there's anything you can fit in there, it's better."

"... Speaking of which,"

The cosmetics I use are certainly special, and they were the best I could get on the spot. But the place where Die works now is a house of senior nobility. If you care about it, you'll get the best of it.

"When we get home, let's find it. Per Ms Huntingdon, I'm sure you know more."

"... I was pissed off yesterday today, and I just don't have the energy to ask Mr. Huntingdon twice"

Due to selling a fight to Mariaj yesterday, the head of the samurai is, of course, being preached neatly. My gaze hurt even though Heath was beside me when I asked for permission to go out this morning.

No, can I stay in the Mizweeri family in the first place?

Remind me of all my worrying matters and become sinister. Like giving you that one, Heath laughs again - …….

But...

Suddenly, the carriage rocked wide left and right.