The Queen’s Cosmetician

Throw your jacket at the die, and Heath returns her heels. Die rushed after him, weaving his jacket as he walked.

"Hi... Ri, Master Livot. What the hell happened?

"I'll explain in the carriage"

Heath responded instantly. More than that, he's not going to say anything until he gets in the carriage. Die couldn't afford to question him either, and he did his best by following him down the stairs early. If you open your mouth to a groan, you bite your tongue.

At the front door stood a lady around forty years old alongside Mariage. A woman without faculty. But in that face, which beautifully tied up the golden hair without habit, there is a face familiar shadow.

It's Arishuel.

Her nasal beams and blue eyes were exactly the same as those of Arishuel's.

"Die."

Mariage's low voice calls to a halt the die that was blinded by the lady. The die, who moved the tip of his gaze to her, breathed in the cold sweat that was passing down his spine.

Angry.

The master's face, which draws his lips together and engraves a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, is one step in front of him causing eclampsia.

"When you get back, you'll be told all kinds of things, so be prepared."

"... eh. Huh?"

"Heath, too. You two, when you get back, it's a sermon."

The situation did not swallow well and Die looked up to Heath. He doesn't look like he cared about Mariage's anger, only returns his salute to her. And across the door of the open doorway, I quickly walked away.

Mariage, who puts her arms together and dyes that face in anger, is not going to explain things, of course.

Die greeted her husband and the lady sitting next to her with the urge to sigh and rushed out. Embark in the carriage attached in front of the mansion with your hand. And I got to my seat. I got more and more confused about what I was in a hurry for the sound of whipping a horse that sounded rather loud.

Heath, who lowers her hips face-to-face, is laying her arms together and leaning down, deciding to dull in.

Waiting until the carriage dived through the Mizwilli family gate, Die opened his mouth.

"Isn't it about time? Even if you tell me what happened."

Heath should have planned to hang out at night in the evening. Going down to the city now means rebelling that promise. It would be inconvenient for a die who was told to follow such a fire situation without his knowledge.

"Miss Arishuel has disappeared"

Heath answers concisely.

Die glanced and rebelled.

"Master Arishuel disappeared...?

"I'd still be glad if it was just that"

Heath, who caught a glimpse of the die, poked his cheek cane at the window frame, zeroing the seeping sigh of fatigue.

"The problem is Mr Byram. He even told me to kill her as soon as he found her."

"... be"

What are you talking about?

"Is that true? Ho, really... kill Master Alishuel, I can't believe it?

While I knew Heath couldn't possibly be lying, I couldn't help but wonder whether it was true or not.

"It was because I said it that Lady Rudia came"

"Mrs. Rudia?

To his unfamiliar name, Die asks the parrot back. Heath glanced in the direction of the already past Mizwieri family.

"You saw it earlier, too. Miss Arishuel's mother."

"But why are you at the Mizweeri house?

"It seems that the last person Miss Arishuel had a decent conversation with was Master Mariage. Back from the night club of the Whistlewisms, now the morning samurai saw the room and it was a mushroom shell, he said. He asked me if I heard anything."

I see, he nods, and Die goes on to ask questions.

"... did you talk about Rowen?

Earlier Mariage was mouthwatering like she'd heard about him. When I asked her to confess everything later, she was breathing in the die.

I didn't tell you everything.

Heath replied.

"I just said where Miss Arishuel was going, that I had an idea. Your friend was Miss Arishuel's lover. He said he might be there. … I haven't even spoken to you about the letter you gave me"

"... Really?"

To the leaning die, he adds words.

"It wouldn't have been possible to cut through the whites and go out looking for them in secret."

"... are you looking for Master Alishuel in confidence?

"Ma, there's that too...... it's more of your friends you have to look for. Your life and that of your friends are in danger."

Die glanced at Heath's pressing voice.

"... what does that mean?

"... at the last time I saw Rowen, he said, right? Recently, he said he was in danger."

Sure, he said.

But before asking what the hell it meant, he left.

"Perhaps Mr. Byram was releasing an assassin to assassinate Rowen, who is only an intrusive bug attached to his candidacy for the most powerful queen. There would have been eyes everywhere, looking for him. So he must have been hiding himself."

That's the real reason Rowen was running away, Heath says.

To that reasoning, the die paled.

"... Well, when I went to give you the letter"

A Byrum assassin who was looking for Rowen might have seen a die.

If Byram knows Die took between Arishuel and Rowen, the Mizwieri family could take that retribution from him. Heath's fear of scolding Die once really loomed.

"It's okay."

to a die rigid to predict, Heath said.

"He wouldn't have shown up in front of you if he wasn't sure he was safe. You won't be seen in person with him. However, it can be enough that your presence is caught up in those who were sniffing around looking for him."

Anyway, I frequented Miguel's shop where Rowen came in and out. It's easy to find a connection between Rowen and yourself from there.

"So what I told Mrs. Rudia was a kind of insurance policy"

"Ho, Ken?

Heath nodded small and continued to talk to the die, who couldn't see the story and asked back.

"You have come by chance to know that your friend's doctor and Miss Arishuel are close friends. I was there. but I don't know anything more than that. Nothing nasty, nothing. I don't have anything to hide her from, and I'll help you find her."

Don't say anything about the letters even after returning, Heath says darkly and asserts her hands together on her knees.

"Now if Mr. Byrum tries to interrogate you further, Mrs. Rudia will not remain silent."

"How?

"It's against the pride of the Gertrude family to unjustly treat others who have even cooperated."

Sure, what Heath says makes sense.

But.

"... Mrs. Rudia told me that you couldn't get your head up."

Reminds me of the explanation I received from Titianna. The Lady of the Gertrude family, who rarely appears on the table stage, says she is obedient to her husband. And his daughter, Arishuel, said the same thing.

"That's a misunderstanding."

Heath clearly denied it.

"That woman did quite well. I don't want to turn to the enemy."

It's also unusual for Heath to affirm that much. Then I guess if we keep Rudia on our side on this matter, we'll be fine.

Slightly between, Heath adds modestly.

"... I've insured you about you, but it doesn't change that your friends are in a dangerous position"

Rowen, of course, his brother, his escort, and Miguel, the owner of the store that was all over the place.

"We're going to kill even Miss Arishuel, so there won't be more forgiveness when it comes to them. … we have to protect them early"

It seeps through what looks like a rush, and Heath bites his teeth. Staring at how he was doing, Die lost his word.

(Whispers)

Oh, my God, you're a person.

Heath heard that Arishel had disappeared, just like Die, must have been earlier. How could he, in such a short time, turn his mind around trying to reach so many people for salvation?

If it's true, it should be a handful about the Mizweeri family. On top of that, he also tries to protect Die's friends.

How can this guy move like this?

(I want to talk to you)

Hugs.

I want to scream with all my strength.

Thank you. Thank you.

"... Heath"

Did the whisper not reach your ear? Heath keeps her eyes down and shows no reaction.

"... Dear Livot"

Now it's time for Heath to raise her face and capture the die with its pale eyes.

In a narrow carriage. Knee contact distance. But between ourselves, there is an invisible wall.

Laughing bitterly at that separation, Die said only words of gratitude.

"Thank you"

"... what are you talking about?

Said Die to the man who stumbled on him.

"My friend, mind you, too."

Heath, who poked his cheek wand again, takes his gaze off here.

"As I said earlier, Mrs. Rudia is a tenacious woman. It's none other than that lady who actually owns the Gertrude family. There's no harm in selling her a favor. … that's what you are."

To a pale commentary, Die laughed.

"That's okay. then.... thank you"

Heath says nothing.

He closes his lid and tells Die the end of the conversation. And until he arrived at his destination, he was silent all the time.

She was running.

I was running out of breath.

There will be no more dolls that cut their own threads and went off the stage on their own to welcome them in.

Still running.

At least if this life goes on.

At least I wanted to scratch my last memory with the man I loved and sleep.

At the time Heath warned me that there would be danger to the Miguels as well, I was ready.

But beyond that expectation, his shop exposed the terrible appearance before the die that had arrived.

Products scattered in narrow stores. Dragged shade screen. Thin dirty walls with slashed marks in sight.

The sunlight that plunges through the dull, bold windows brings up traces of the raid that remain in the dim store.

Die footprints were heavy in the store, which looked unusual.

Heath, who was in the store earlier, carefully examines the shadows. I guess you're confirming people's absence. Imitating him, Die also peered into the shadow of a desk that had been overthrown. An arrow tip to make sure there are no suspicious shadows and raise your hips, a slight red and black stain on the floor, enters your eyes.

(Blood stains)

Cradle.

A chill crawled up my spine.

Die stood up and followed the stain. The red and black spots continue into the back of the store.

As he proceeded carefully, avoiding the broken glass scattered on the floor, his arm was taken by the lid.

"Die."

Soon Heath, who was turning behind him, looks down at the die with a bitter look.

"If you move on, it's dangerous."

"But there's blood marks."

said Die as he turned his attention to the dyeing of the floor.

"There may be Miguels in the back"

"Not necessarily their blood"

"That's right..."

Heath's words also make sense. But as the blood trail continues behind the store, it is likely that the attacked Miguels fled to you.

"I'll be very careful."

Let me go, I complain. But Heath shook her neck to the side and dismissed Die's plea.

"Calm down."

And he looks at the die with even a mixed look of contempt somewhere, adding to the sighing mix.

"There's nothing I can do where you went. Why would you want to act without thinking like that?"

I hope it was when I gave Rowen the letter from Arishuel.

He was brought up with a previous lapse that way, and the heart of the die was just not calm.

"Oh... then why did you bring me here?!?

Waving Heath's hand away, Die argued.

"If that's how you say it, I wish I hadn't brought you! If Miguel and the others are hurt, I'd love to find them soon! He's my friend!!

The truth is, I wanted to run out to the back room when I found the blood trail. I didn't do so because I restrained myself from showing Heath, who brought me here, that it was a dangerous situation that could pop up and that he lacked calm.

"Die."

"Enough! I'll go see how it goes by myself!!

Die flipped herself as she tried to bounce off the hand of the man who was stretching out again.

"Die, calm down."

"I'm calm."

"I'm not calm"

"I'm calm!

"Die."

Die ignored Heath's stillness. Continue to the back silently.

He stepped over the overturned cabinet and tried to bypass the work desk.

That moment.

"Deanna!!

Heath's voice echoed, as if, screaming.

Untranslated, he is brutally pulled behind his back.

Something silver flashed in front of me at a speed that didn't go unnoticed.

and the hard sound of something poking at the wall. Slowly moving his gaze, Die's eyes explored the audio source showed a thin steel of silver rat color falling just off the wall.

Well-polished dagger.

It slips through the floor and stops at the foot of the die with a slight drag on the calf and finish.

"Deanna"

From behind, Heath whispered.

"Deanna, breathe. Smoke slowly. Slowly."

For the first time since he was pointed out, Die realized he had forgotten to breathe.

Like I was told, I want to breathe, but it doesn't work.

Heath's arm, which holds the body of the die, is powered. The die, who dropped his gaze on his hand, tugged his throat into the vibrant colour that had jumped into his sight.

"hi, heath, hands"

From the man's arm to the back of his hand, red, red, aye, his muscles are through.

That made a whole shizuku and fell to the floor.

"Ah."

Pa, Pa, Pa.

Blood.

Slowly, I can play on the board.

"Ah, ah."

"Deanna"

Heath hugged the squeaky die from behind.

"Deanna...... it's okay. It's a scratch."

"But. But Heath."

"It's okay. It's okay."

While Heath repeated it that way, Die's breathing became increasingly unbearable. I don't know if I'm smoking or throwing up. You have to smoke. Breathe, breathe - what would that have been?

"Calm down. Breathe."

The impatience begins to seep into Heath's voice. But Die's body didn't move as he instructed. As a result of just a lack of air, I start cramping. Vision gradually burned white, losing power from his fingertips.

Absolutely crushing.

Only the power of a man holding the hand of a die is clear as something called sensation is taken away.

The moment I shook my throat when I was struck by the feeling of falling.

"Deanna!"

A shock ran on his cheek and a sharp reprimand slapped his ear.

A man's intact hand rubs the painful die's cheek slowly.

"Let's go, duh"

Following his words, Die breathed in a hazy manner.

"Haku"

As they say, exhale the inhaled air.

Once it worked, it was only a matter of time before my breathing calmed down.

Die looked up to Heath, gasping for the missing air. With this body behind his back, he looks as if nothing happened. But the wound couldn't have hurt.

He noticed his gaze. A quiet pale eye holds the figure of a die in its iris.

His cold hands drew Die's head to its chest.

Sounds over clothes, rough heart sounds.

On Die's hair, his jaw is pressed against him.

A soothing exhale fell.

"Glad you're safe."

Die, unable to wait, clung to his body and cried.

I was scared and scared, and I cried.

One wrong step, it was a trap that leads directly to death. I could have lost Heath right now. The vibrant red that dyed the floor was a symbol of its potential. Scared, scared, scared. The temperature was lost as if the world had frozen. I didn't want to think about him dying. When you're just scared, you're terrified.

I don't want to lose this man.

Rather - …….

This one, he wants to be.

Like a stubborn one, I got it.

Heath slowly strokes his squeaky shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

In a trembling voice, Die apologized.

The trigger was Heath's words. But it was myself who ignored the advice and cautioned against it.

I'm not reprimanding you, I'm not throwing up words of comfort, and Heath cheeks on this one's head silently. Relieved by its temperature, Die thrust his eyes into his wide shoulder mouth for a whimper.

I finally regain my calm and my consciousness turns to the allowance for a man's wounds.

And suddenly, in the ear of a raised die, the sound of stepping on a bold called a puddle arrived.

Someone's coming.

Heath breathes nervously. Die tried to wake her body in a hurry. In the situation as it is, even if the Lord of Footsteps is the enemy, he cannot escape.

But you lost your hips on the earlier thing, and you couldn't get enough of your legs.

Die tried to push Heath's body. I wanted him alone to hide himself for one second. But with the power to outweigh that resistance, I can hold him hard.

The man ahead, who looked up surprised, didn't seem willing to abandon the die. He stares into the back of the room to intimidate, squeezing at some point the dagger that should have been at the foot of the die in his hand.

Footsteps slowly approached, like a wary but hunting down prey.

Pai, and a loud, bold, crushing sound.

And.

"That's you, kid."

A man I saw turned up, along with an energetic weather voice from behind the room.