The Queen’s Cosmetician

Stepped ahead.

Die was stunned again.

"... what, what? This."

To the groan that came out with my mouth unwittingly.

"Come on......"

Heath also responds with a raw reply without hiding her flashing expression.

What awaited at the end of the door was a garden where trees normally lined up and bird chirps sounded like songs from there. If you look back behind you, the other side of the door must be a white sand field. We should certainly be stepping into the house. But too much, from the sight that spreads in front of me, there was a lack of indoor appearance.

Stopped by the depressed periphery, the ceiling is invisible. But a bright strip of light was inserted from the narrow between the rubbing leaves and the leaves, carving white spots in the soil. There is a wide variety of planted tree roots ranging from medicinal herbs, which are also well known to die, to exotic flowers that have never been seen before. Besides, seasonal disregard is also a good place to say that the most beautiful and blooming months still have months.

"... am I still fainting and dreaming?

Even if those words slipped out of my mouth, I had no choice.

"... so I'm having the same dream as you."

It was a nightmare, Heath moaned with her forehead covered with her hands. I want to moan, I know exactly how you feel.

Sighed Heath begins to move on. Will there be ghosts or snakes? I can't help but be afraid. The die also followed him, stepping on soft rotten soil laid at his feet.

If it was really in that house, it should have hit the edge right away. but walking but walking but it just keeps the woods going.

Stopped from walking through tiredness, the die moaned looking up at the glistening green ceiling of the wood leak day.

"... this could really be a dream"

"If that's the case, maybe it means we're already killed."

That Heath looks exhausted, too. Letting fatigue seep under his eyes, he agreed to die.

"So this is a paradise that the Lord God gives you?

They say that the God they believe in is sleeping in paradise called 'The Land of Maboba'.

The soul of the dead was in the priest's theory that he was going to the land to comfort the Lord God.

Have we become such as ourselves after all?

"Could be"

Heath snorted, grinning bitterly.

"But I don't like it when you're dying and you're not walking."

Die also shakes his head vertically, not at all.

It's a bad story.

But if it's really dead, why are we so accommodating? He said we should be able to worry about what we left behind a little more or about the people we've left behind.

Thinking that far, Die recalled that it might rather be easier to die.

Whatever Heath's reason, he had a verse in mind.

Yes, I always thought.

-... it would have been better not to be born, I guess.

The bitter emotions that have been racing up my chest make my mouth bend to mockery.

The die, who leaned down to hide the grin, suddenly opened his eyes to the voice of the woman who jumped into his ear.

"You're not dead, are you?

Raise the surface. Heath's pale eyes and eyes meet.

Face to face, often, silence.

'... Huh?

Aligning his voice with Heath, Die twisted his body toward his back.

I wonder when he was there when he said he couldn't feel any signs or footsteps. One woman stands behind our stunningly breathtaking selves, a little distance apart.

A young woman. Wavy copper hair, flax eyes. He wraps his elegantly curved body in festival sewn garments in red and green.

The woman holding a cage of vines filled with flowers in her arms blinked her long eyelashes smoking eyes, pointing her mouth like infidelity rotten.

"What, you're not so surprised?

"What..."

Slipping between Die and Heath, the woman walks away. I thought she was going to disappear as it was. She stopped and looked back once, making me smile bitterly at this one where the situation remained unswallowed and standing.

"Come on. I rarely invite people in."

Put that down and the woman starts walking with her fluffy, copper-colored hair dancing into the universe. The footsteps are relaxing and relaxing for the master of this garden.

Heath and I looked at each other and wondered for a moment what to do.

Heath goes first. Die followed him perfectly on foot.

Walking after a woman. Often it was a very ordinary house that appeared before the Dies.

"This place..."

Stop your leg once, Heath groans.

"It's my house."

She mistook it for an inquiry, and the woman responded. Even as she went ahead, Die stood on the spot with Heath and glanced up at the house.

Well-maintained house.

The house, which the woman proclaimed home, was surrounded by extremely colorful flowers, had the exact same appearance as the house that had now passed through.

However, unlike earlier, the house now in front of us is not even about to decay unless it is covered with bamboo. The wooden fence surrounding the house was painted white and dazzled, with no rotten areas or rainy muscles seen.

The same type of plaque as that plaque, with the edges shredded and wild rose paintings, is also hung on the gate. It just didn't seem like the name was engraved and served as a plaque.

If you look at the thin smoke from the chimney of the house, it's so blue that it hurts your eyes.

Blue in the sky.

"We went inside the house, didn't we?

Heath nodded at Die's inquiry.

"Right."

"But it's empty."

"Yep. And daytime."

It's impossible to just think about stepping into this house in the evening. I can't believe the open mouth isn't blocked.

Heath seemed surprised and speechless, and he was turning a blind eye to whether the die was being turned into something by this misplaced sight.

"Hey, what are you standing for? Come on, come on!

The woman, who seems to have boiled her business this way as she stops, raises her voice high with her face out the front door. He took it and followed Heath, who stepped out with his belly bracketed, with the die also looking around a bit.

The internal intervals passed were not significantly different from those of houses commonly found under the castle. A narrow hallway that stretches straight. One door on your left and two on your right as soon as you enter the front door. There is a bold fitted door at the poke. On the right hand side of that door is a staircase that seems to lead upstairs.

"This way."

A cleverly slammed door open with her hand holding the cage, and the woman invited the dies to the back. It is a comfortable room with flowers and small portraits adorned there.

Come in. It looks like a living room on the left, with a long chair for relaxation and a low round table. The side facing the garden had become a transparent bold. On the wall is a cupboard with several sprinkled tea utensils. It's also a well-glazed shape. Its ceiling is hung with a cloth edged with watermark braids, and it is lined with small jewellery boxes, dolls, exotic folk art and books that have never been seen before.

Come in. It looks like a cooking alley on the right. A cupboard is placed, and a pan is placed in the jar. On a large round table that separates the living room from the cooking area, a cage filled with fruit and an empty vase.

"I'm sorry. You're surprised at the weird part."

Put the flower cage you had on that round table, the woman said.

"... where am I, what is it?

She answers Heath's question, which seeped into confusion.

"Mmm. On the map, maybe between the Del Ligueiria capital and the neighboring town. Isn't that what you guys know best?

"But this place is too different from that place."

Heath's objections were good. Things are completely different here than in the white sand wilderness. In the capital, there will be no forests so full of colour.

"Right. Maybe a little different."

The woman laughed, hehe, as she handily grew the flowers contained in the cage into the vase.

"So you apologized, didn't you? Weird place, sorry."

They're not going to explain what the hell this place is.

"Come on, ask me a question, too"

The woman, who had finished growing all the flowers, turned to this side with her hands on her hips.

"Neither is the town around here. It doesn't matter.... but why the hell were you taking a walk in the wilderness?

"It's not a walk."

He was annoyed by the sound of the woman playing in a groan, and Die complained as if to groan. Interesting. It's not a situation where you can be treated funny. My life was at stake.

"The carriage was attacked by a thief."

Heath, who advances one step forward in a way that blocks between the die and the woman, takes the word.

"Your man has also been killed. Run for your life, to this place."

"Oh..."

The woman who heard the explanation turned off her grin and clouded her expression with something sympathetic.

"That was a disaster...... then I guess it would have been just fine. This place is usually invisible."

"Invisible?

"Yep."

To Heath repeating the words, the woman pulls her jaw to show affirmation. As she stood, staring at the ceiling, she circled her neck to look over this house, the woods and the entire space.

"This house here, it's built in the middle of the wilderness, right? I don't think people will come that far because they're also off the road connecting the walls to the neighboring towns, but I still stand out if someone sees me, and I don't like it if a lot of people from the investigation come and go. That's why you usually do invisible tricks."

"Phew..."

"Or?

"Yet someone I know who came during this time told me a prank or something and set me up at home with the art of disabling the invisibility!

Wow, the woman blurred as she shaped the flowers that had grown in the vase.

"So we were lucky to get here, huh?

"Right."

To Heath's inquiry, she nods.

"Otherwise you'd be wandering the wilderness forever, wouldn't you? It's a long way from town."

The woman, who snorted one satisfactorily looking at the flowers, went on to say, actually.

"Normally, I'd get rid of the people who came, appropriately, but it feels like I'm not talking enough because of him, who just set up a prank and just left. To have a chat with my meal, I'd be so happy to hang out with you... how about that?

"It's..."

At the woman's invitation, Heath had a bad tooth cut. That would be the case, too. Her invitation is a thankful offer for our exhausted self, but it's too frigid at any rate. I can't imagine what the hell kind of qualities make me live in a place like this.

Heath sighed zero over the silence of many times.

"... yeah. Take it, we will. I'd rather be thankful. I'm very, very troubled."

Accepting the invitation, he looks at the die with only his gaze. Die smiled back in his eyes as he asked if he was okay. I have no intention of resisting his judgment.

The more I thought about it, the more tired I was.

"Oh no, I'm glad!

Clapping her hand, the woman raised her voice of joy.

"When are you going to shake dinner with someone! Wait a minute. 'Cause I'll be right behind you."

When it comes to a woman clapping her hands and shaking, the momentum is likely to remain small.

I don't know how long I have to wait, but whatever it is, I'd appreciate it if it could be on a meal. But forever, I can't even stand here staring.

"Um..."

"Oh, yeah."

A woman's voice blocked the die from opening her mouth.

"Before we eat, I was wondering if you could do something about that outfit."

"... I don't care what they say, I don't have anything to change."

Heath insists, with his hands on his chest. Die agreed with him.

The woman is right, it's hard to say how beautiful we look in flattery. Sure, I wasn't dressed to be able to respond to dinner invitations. Especially myself, who has been sleeping on the dirt for some time after being unconscious, is also a good place to be full of dust. But since I originally didn't plan to stay overnight or anywhere, and it's like I've even thrown all my luggage at you, there can't be a change of clothes or anything.

"Yeah. It's okay. 'Cause I have about a change of clothes."

Smile, the woman said.

"I hope you're going to take a bath. Please take a bath in order. I'll get dressed in the meantime."

"Huh? Do you have a bath?

Die raised his voice to his surprise.

Yukan is a hard place for the civilian population. The installation must incorporate a technique for regulating water temperature and insulating water. Finding a magician for this purpose will break bones, and the wages paid to the magician will not be foolish.

"Yeah."

Like never before, the woman nodded.

"Your right hand will take a bath as soon as you get in the front door.... Which way to go first?

"Before him."

Heath responds instantly while indicating a die.

"Him, from...?

The woman blinked, squeaking in surprise.

Her gaze circles her toes from Die's head. Die shrugged his shoulders as he grinned at that gaze as if to observe.

There's no point in her being confused or compelled.

This look. But it didn't matter to Die what others thought about his gender. The woman who shows the wolf doesn't get funny.

"Oh, I didn't hear your name."

Do you intend to change the subject? The woman who glanced at the die brightly says:

"Speaking of which, you did."

Heath nodded at her words.

"It's Heath. This is Die."

Together, he is introduced, and Die puts his head down on the woman.

"To Heath, Die,"

To make sure, or once the woman rolled her name at the tip of her tongue, she smiled, delightfully narrowing her flax eyes.

"I'm Alvina. Would you be happy to call me Alvey? You're welcome. Long time no see, customers"