The Queen’s Cosmetician

"... what?

The die, struck against the wall by surprise, woke himself up rubbing his aching shoulders. Heath, who stuck her hands against the wall and swept over her fall, is also suspiciously chopping wrinkles between her eyebrows.

The carriage stays still.

I heard the horse hissing.

"What's up?

Heath asks the man who is supposed to refrain from going beyond the small window what is going on. But there's no response. After a while, the voice of a man who could neither scream nor groan rose in the distance.

Heath makes her expression even tougher.

"Heath."

Let's get out of here.

Heath quickly rises and opens the door. The die followed. Vision to open. Desolate white plains, blowing sea breezes.

In the wind, he smelled the iron odor, and Die glanced at him.

"Heath?"

Heath stopped. In his body, his vision is covered. It's like being sheltered. Die stared at his hand trying to keep himself behind him and thought.

"What's up?"

"What's the aim?

Quiet, it was a question.

That sound, sounded like a blade cutting off the other person, which blocked Die's question, is definitely Heath's. There is strength in his hand that pushes the body of a die from arm to arm behind Heath. From his side he looked up, a thing called expression was erased, just behind his narrowed pale eyes, so calm that it glowed dull as an ice crystal.

Die twisted his body and peered across Heath's body.

Breathtaking.

The shadows are coming to us.

Men with thin, dirty white costumes that could assimilate to this plain. That number is four. In your hands, silver prey to kill people.

Beyond the shadows, a hired man lays on his back scratching his chest. The eyes remained open without a single blink, and the fingertips protruded by the garment were dyed red and black.

Desperate.

The die, who accidentally held his mouth, found out who the iron smell the wind was carrying - of blood, of smell.

"Am I the target...?"

The shadows do not answer Heath's question.

They kicked the ground as hard as when the beast jumped on its prey, leaping with a dagger in place.

Kill me.

That's what I thought, it was a moment.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

The shouts so overwhelming that they were on the spot were caused by horses connected to carriages.

"Die!"

Heath pulls his arm hard and Die leaves the spot so that he is dragged halfway. It was an instant gap, created by the scream of a horse who couldn't stand the tension on the field any longer. Even if people would scream in fear, they didn't think the horses would. A body of white shadows, slightly shaken in the air by surprise. Die saw the silver flashing through the space by tearing up the remnants of this one at the edge of his vision.

On the walls of the carriage, a cut steel pierces the sky. the hard sound of. More shadows of a man falling from heaven. Apparently there was another one on the roof of the carriage. From there, he jumped.

The cutting-edge of a dagger that might have been piercing his brain stood on the earth, and when he saw a man waking up loosely beside him, Die felt his skin poppy.

Heath's cold hand, strong, is squeezing Die's wrist.

Following his lead, Die ran. I had to run. Heath's hand restrains Die's wrist with a force strong enough for her nails to devour. Though the die runs of his own free will, his legs were badly ed to take the form of being pulled by Heath. It would be only a matter of time before it gets stuck.

In the white wilderness, like a black stain, the shadows slip.

The shadows are coming after us. The way it was pursued was so supple that it reminded me of the beast to prey on.

I can't stand rapid exercise and my lungs are screaming.

The air faded and my consciousness began to blur. I don't feel my legs anymore. Die, who asked himself when he would shake it when he ran so much, no, and dispelled the question itself. I've never run like this before.

Vision is sumptuous and the sense of equilibrium is lost. Eventually the running Heath's back, which hits the front, starts to look crooked too - ….

"Die!"

Pachi.

A shock ran on my cheek.

"... hi, su"

"Die, are you okay?

Soon, Heath was stopping her legs. I'm kneeling beside the die and peeking into this face.

"... here... where?

By unidentified men, was the raid a dream?

Denying that wish, Heath slowly shook her neck to the side only once, stroking her sweaty die forehead.

"It's a wilderness outside the walls. Do you remember that? After being chased, you managed to escape this far, and you lost your mind."

"... where I escaped, until. But I don't remember coming this far."

"How are you feeling? Where does it hurt or something?

"... as confused as my head is..."

"It would probably be easier if I lay down. Well done."

Heath works the die and combs her sweaty, sticky forehead. He stood up and turned his heel back, stroking the die's head.

And not long before the die stops, he walks straight away somewhere.

His back disappeared from sight, and Die, once again, observed his surroundings.

Where the die lay was the shadow of a cut rock wall. At the foot of a cliff as if it could have been done by cutting diagonally down the path stretching to heaven.

Is the sunset near or the color of the sky, which was blue, is dyed light yellow and purple. Heath's hometown color, Die thought in a blurry corner of consciousness.

The black shadow passes through the sky. I stretched myself reflexively, but Die sighed, rethinking it was just a bird.

A big shadow of a Raptor's kind, you can see it in the distance.

After swirling through the sky, the bird flies away out of sight with big wings.

Die woke up slowly.

"... Heath?

Stand up and call.

"Heath? Where is it?

I haven't heard back.

The only thing that returns is the sound of the wind.

I wonder where Heath went. The color of the sky is being repainted by the herd blue. Soon it will be night. The wind, with a slight scent of tide, was cold on the skin, which was taking away the body temperature of a die not wearing cold gear. You're not supposed to be wearing Heath or cold gear again. On the contrary, you shouldn't be carrying water or food.

Probably walking around to grasp the terrain. Maybe he went to see where he was heading.

I waited awhile, but there's no sign of Heath coming back. Die had no choice but to go check on him.

You must not have gone that far.

The more I walked, the stranger the place was. Unlike the bright flat wilderness peeking through the carriage window, near where the die now walks, giant walls like rocks stand obliquely. The juxtaposition itself was also really bizarre, slowly arcing in parallel. It's circular and lined up. If you crawl your hands and follow the walls in turn, they'll all circle around and come back here eventually.

The appearance of the earth around it, centered on a point, as if it had been rolled up like an acne lid.

As he passed on the wall and walked, Die noticed that the ground was only slightly inclined.

Hi, it's down, apparently.

The walls are also gradually getting higher. In the beginning the sky, which seemed endless, was also becoming inhibited and narrowed by the walls.

Moving on any further, something good - the moment I stopped to hesitate, my voice hung from behind.

"Die?"

"... Heath"

Ahead of looking back, Heath's figure walks over telling the wall just like a die.

"Were you here? Suddenly he was gone, so I looked."

Heath blames Die for his indiscretion, sighing heavily at what appears to be appeasement. Die shrugged blushing as he dropped his shoulder.

"Me too, wondering where Heath has gone..."

"Oh... well. Excuse me."

With a bitter smile, Heath apologizes.

"Around. I should have told you. I also wanted to know the terrain and direction...... were you careful?

"Sora... that's right"

If you get attacked while Heath is gone, you can't handle it on your own. No, even Heath would be impossible.

Mostly, I'd like to spare you leaving me in the wilderness with no sign of a person. I wanted you to drag me. But I wanted you to take me.

He was attacked by a bandit.

"... Bandits?

"I heard it in town earlier. Between that town and the walls, there will be bandits."

It's a noisy story, said the store owner who bought the apple - and I thought to myself.

"... I'm hungry"

To the unintentionally groaning die, Heath makes me shoulder to shoulder.

"What is it? You don't touch it."

"Ri, if I recall hearing about it at the store where I bought the apple..."

"If you'd said that, I'd be available, too."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

My appetite, which I had forgotten perfectly until earlier, began to erode my body at once. The tiredness of dominating the body of the die may also be something that comes from hunger rather than simply because he fled the bandits and ran through the wilderness.

"Anyway, let's go back and rest. This neighborhood is small. You have bad vision, and if you get attacked, you can't escape."

That said, check the perimeter again. Not only is the sky getting narrower, but the spacing between the rocks that shape this wall is also narrower, and the arc is getting closer to sharp corners. Die noticed that as he did now.

It's like diving underground, a spiral staircase.

The arrow tip that I thought so, and the shadow in my sight, strengthens me.

"Heath."

"What?

Heath, who had already turned her heels back, stops her legs in response to the call. He lined up next to the die, sounding the rubbing sound of the sand that

"What's wrong with you? Die."

He wondered about this one who would return the silence. Heath peeks into my face. Die, who looked back at him, pointed his fingertips straight at that 'one point'

"There's a house. It's like there's one."

A giant rock that cuts diagonally. Beyond the white plains surrounded by it. There is a black shadow, like a stain dropped on a white cloth.

With Die's eyesight, the only perceptible distance.

There, a house was built.

"Oh, shit."

Hooking her hips on the back of the chair, she groans as she joins her long legs. The flavor of tea, which had already cooled down, did not faint, attracting tea utensils and including the contents in her mouth, and she played a fluffy, floating technique in front of her with her fingers.

"Damn, it's certainly not something I can't solve, but hey"

Formation painted with beautiful silver particles. To portray such an elaborate thing is about her friend. The annoying smell stands first, and she doesn't. The more beautiful the magic formation becomes, the more complex and strange it becomes in the analysis. That's the double triple unfolding. If you put her eyes through it, you'll end up with a bad quality prank, but if other magicians look at it, you wouldn't think of it as a sane shabbat, such as putting together this sort of ritual every prank.

"I can't help but take such a prank on this boredom. If you're going to do this, I hope you had dinner with me."

I don't find it inconvenient for one person, but once I can see (Mami) with someone, I miss the conversation. It's not like he doesn't know about it either.

I can't help but talk to myself a lot.

She sighed and slipped her fingers into her long hair - ….

"Hmm?"

I looked up at the signs of the kingdom swinging.

"Home"

"Home, right..."

I'm not even going, and the Nojuku confirmation without drinking or eating as it is. Then, although I tried to walk silently to the house I discovered, if I had to get there, it was a different house.

Surrounded by a decaying fence, a house. That alone is heterogeneous. But what is making this house appear more floating is the green that covers the walls of the house.

The variety of plants that reproduce is limited on this earth, which is geologically well watered and constantly exposed to tidal winds blowing from the northern sea. But the greens tangled in the walls of the house, the roofs, and everywhere, were the first leaves of the kind not found around here. Besides, it's impossible. It's covered.

What's stuck in the window of the wooden frame is the bold of the age stuff. The thick, spotted glass refracted the light, making the house invisible from the outside.

"What do you want to do?

It's deserted to see, but I don't even give it water, and it's hard to imagine it's going to be so bright.

"I'll be first. Earlier...... bandits, of, could be Negijo"

Stay here, commanding Die, Heath pushes the gate first and steps into the garden. The wooden gate was rotting no matter how I saw it, and I sprinkled the wood chips all over the foot of the die just because it was pushed open. I hope nothing happens. nervously, Die stared at Heath's back.

Looking at him examining the perimeter of the house for a while, suddenly, the dull sound of a treat shook his ears. I couldn't even scream at the horror, and Die dropped her gaze on the ground, breathing.

And relieve.

A large piece of wood was just piercing the roots of the fence. The part that was rotten must have fallen on the clap Heath opened the gate to. I laughed a little at myself being hypersensitive to one sound.

Fu, the die is falling beside that piece of wood, I caught my eye on the plate. Looks like a plaque. The edges are polished and wild roses are painted. In the center, the name and the letter of thought were inscribed modestly.

In the chest, read it out.

(Lennon......)

"Excuse me!"

More and more, and with Heath knocking on the door and raising her voice, Die returned to me. I go through the open gate myself and approach Heath on a small run.

"Heath."

Interrupting knocking on the front door, he looked back at the die.

"... too little is available when it comes to the bandit's Negijo"

"Do you understand?

"I've been caught by people in that hand before.... with Mariaj's father."

Hearing that, Die remembered Mariage's story. Her father attacked by thieves. Heath, who stayed there, helped him and told the story that he was set up as a servant of the Mizwieri family.

"When people live, it should be a little better"

"So there's no one to speak to?

"I'm making sure no one's here. If you call, no matter how much you hide, the signs move. If you're not here, I'll just ask you to lend me a little space... and I'm sure you'll be able to keep warmer than going wild."

Heath, who completes the explanation, restarts the knocking door. He seemed relieved that there was no response and no sign of any people. He smiled eyes to eyes with the die, still squeezing his expression vigilantly, this time reaching for the handle of the door.

and.

Shit.

'... Huh?

To the dull sound of the sudden sounding metal rubbing, Die raised the loose voice between him and Heath.

I haven't touched the handle yet.

Even so, the door is slowly starting to open towards the front side.

Leaving the scene as Heath shields the die with her arms, trying to jump away. Die similarly withdrew. Look at the door over his body sheltering himself. Wooden doors to the extent that each person can pass through, which can also be seen well in private houses in the castle town.

It, halfway through, stopped moving.

Silence dominates the field.

From inside, there was no such thing as someone coming out.

Die takes his hand off Heath's cuff, which he was clinging to, and looks up at him.

"... what do you want to do?

"You just missed the key because of the beating"

Heath interpreted the silent invitation of the house that way and pounded Die's shoulder.

"Let's go. Even if we do this here, it won't be clear."