The Queen’s Cosmetician

Walking silently often.

Stepping into the refraining room where he finally arrived, Die was greeted by Titianna and Mariage. Apparently my husband was back first. She stood up from her chair at first glance at the die and walked over to her.

It was a moment.

"Well."

Pan!

I'll excuse you, I don't have time.

A creepy sound woods the room. And a moment later, the pain struck Die's cheek.

Mariaj, who clasped Die's cheeks full of strength, exhales and screams in a rough breath.

"You, don't move and I told you!!

"... su, sorry"

The rage of being slapped. While apologizing, Die glanced back at her. It's not because I was relieved of the paralysis that erodes my cheeks. It was because I cared about Mariage's floating expression.

She made her cheeks red and her lips warped, even now - she was about to cry.

I can't wait, I call.

"Dear Maria,"

Mariage pressed the tip of the word with a glance, sliding through the side of the die. Try to poke Heath out and jump out of the room.

"Dear Mariage!

Titianna, who looked like she was going after her husband, stops at the sieve and compares this one to the other across the door. Die smiled bitterly.

"Go to Master Mariage, Titi"

"... Die, Master Mariage was really worried."

"I know."

Mariage is twice as sweet, isn't it?

Die laughs as she remembers Arishuel's inquiry.

"Excuse me. I'm worried about you, too."

"It's okay. It's my responsibility, too."

Whimpering with a strange face, she chased Mariage away. The closing sound of the door sounds, and you can hear Heath sighing on.

"Absolutely, it's trouble for Master Mariage, too. Are you all right, sir?

"Yep. It's okay."

Die nodded. My cheeks are just paralyzed. There is no pain.

Take Die's hand, Heath says.

"I'm going to get my hand tools."

After letting this one sit in his chair, he also disappears outside the room following the mariages. One was left behind, and Die breathed as he deposited his centre of gravity in the chair.

Really, it's a night of sorts.

But I came back under the mariage. I came back to my usual place.

The moment I think so and relax, the wave of fatigue pushes me closer and closer.

(I shouldn't. As it is, I fall asleep)

Die woke up physically and took off his shoes. Bend your torso and see where it hurts. The heel area is rubbed off and the blood is seeping. Now, you're not supposed to walk well. The slow scratch awareness was probably due to alcohol free tension and excitement.

I got up from the chair, hiccup, and dragged my foot, and Die headed to the clothes room. There will be time before Heath returns. By then, I wanted to get dressed.

Titianna's voice hung with hesitation from behind as she poked her hand at the visible window of the garden and looked out at the night sky.

"Dear Mariage,"

"... Ugh. Don't say anything."

"I haven't said anything yet."

To the samurai, who smiles bitterly and shakes her shoulders, Mariage lets them drop. Yes. She just called. Yet I was in the mood to be scolded.

"I didn't mean to hit you."

Close your eyes hard and explain.

"But it's stuck."

"It's okay. 'Cause Master Mariage was worried.' Cause I know Die."

"I'm not worried about her.... I was just anxious"

"Anxiety?"

"It's weird... you haven't been caught or something"

The makeup of that makeup artist is beautiful from the eyes of Mariage. I was angry to put on my old costume with half the joke and get dressed without any problems. At first I didn't intend to pull it out as far as the Great Hall. But budding jealousy made it so.

If we were to take him out, we should never have taken our eyes off the die.

Die's body has stopped time. I found that out today. I also know that some aristocrats have a preference for such a body. I'm as oblivious to things as everyone says, but sometimes I realize it.

"'Cause that kid..."

"Dear Mariage,"

Titianna laughed, blocking Mariage's words.

"That's not anxiety. Worry."

"What's the difference?"

Here groaned low, the samurai makes the laughter even higher. I'd almost yell at you if I were normal, but now I don't have that energy either.

Sighing loudly, Mariage looked up into the sky again.

On the verge of knocking on the door, Heath felt hesitant for some reason. medical equipment at hand and drop your gaze on the hand plush. I wonder what the hell I'm doing. He closes his eyes and rebukes the question of coming here and turning his head.

Really, I wonder what you're doing.

But I can't help but stop here. Knock on the door to let you know you're coming in. I haven't heard back. I opened the door surprised, but I didn't see the makeup artist.

Nobody's here.

Heath frowned as to where she had gone, exploring the signs. In the back room, something's moving.

(Oh, you were dressed first)

Hear the sound of clothes rubbing through the door and be convinced. That costume looked good on the die without jokes. But it would just be cramped for him. Even after the allowance, you must have wanted to take it off quickly.

In the clothes room, walk over.

"Die."

Knocking lightly on the door, he ascertained the Lord of Signs. Immediately, I have a response.

"Heath?"

A blurry die voice. Maybe he was asleep.

With a bitter smile, he pushed open the door.

Go on, a pretty rushed voice.

"Oh, hey."

Keep the door open.

Heath glanced at the die and blinked.

Silence flows.

"... uh"

Returning to me in the voice of an awkward looking die, Heath spoke quickly.

"When you're done dressing, come out. Give me a hand."

"... Yes"

"And if you don't chill your cheeks too"

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Yes."

Quietly close the door and place the tool in your hand on the round table. Then he approached the bench with an unrestrained foothold and sat down so that he could fall.

Lie down on your fatigued body. I looked up at the ceiling and covered my eyes.

(Wrong view)

Not so, Kang tells me.

I thought the omens were everywhere. But each time, I've screwed it over.

I had to screw over. Otherwise - ….

It's like I've slipped into a very boring hole, a sense of vanity.

Heath moaned low at the Lord God's overly terrible prank as he bit his lower lip.

Push upset to kill, closed door.

(This is... ok, right)

I wasn't hiding anything. I just didn't move on and try to talk. Maybe it was just fine because I had to explain it to Mariage as well.

Die slid off the clothes he was holding in his hand and walked over to the look.

thin body. But the line is slightly blurred. Even if you don't know if you cover it with clothes, you can't deceive others with just one piece of underwear.

Let the mirror touch your fingertips.

And the die stared.

From the time my mother died,

To fulfill her wishes,

It stopped growing,

Not a child, not an adult,

reflecting on an unpolished mirror,

badly distorted,

-... the girl's, the body.