The Queen’s Cosmetician

The man always wondered why.

Why is there a curse on this continent?

Why do you have to give yourself to others when you are born into legitimate bloodlines?

On other continents, get what you deserve.

Why.

But even if you want it enough to get your hands out of your throat, you can't give it to him.

That's why the man prepared the shapes.

I don't need the will or anything.

If it doesn't help.

If it gets in the way.

Talking about just having to turn it off, the man heeled into a silly carriage that led him under his daughter.

Most of the journey to the destination passed without opening their mouths to each other.

Naturally. We're not that close, and Rowen should be concerned about his lover's safety. I feel a slight fever because of my injuries. Carelessness struck my body and I had no leeway to talk to the public.

"... where did you need to put it that way?

When the carriage began to run along the walls through the city's outer gates, a doctor's man abruptly cut out the story. Something about it, and to Heath, who raises a single eyebrow, Rowen turns a blaming glance.

"Die is a smart kid. You just have to explain it and you can argue the role."

Oh, you mean her.

Heath shrugged when she thought of the moon-colored eyes that pushed her sadness to death when she offered her consent to the order she had given.

"I know that"

"If you put it that way, you'll hate me."

I shrug my shoulders and respond immediately to those words that I seem to intend to advise.

"I don't mind if you don't like me"

It really sounds good in my own voice.

Yes, you can hate me.

I'd rather be hated.

I want those moon-colored eyes to dwell on rejection, quickly and quickly.

Outside the window. There is a faded view, composed solely of walls sucked up with grey bricks.

But what this eye captures is the phantom of a girl with a badly hurt face, that's all.

"Well, I'll say it a lot."

Heath's ears closed her sight to darkness to escape from the remnants of the scene, a whispering doctor's voice reached her.

"When I was receiving Arishuel's letter from the die, I wanted to show you in the mirror, your face that I stepped in. It was a real sight."

"... sight?

"I preached to Die in line for a lot of things, but your face at that time was the very face of a man dazzled by jealousy. It was the face of a man who stepped into the scene of his lover's affair. You don't have to hate me. I can't believe you said that to me."

Heath lifted her eyelids in the hopes of a hundred million robberies. It was frustrating. There's enough to make jokes out of speculation.

But Rowen's face, it doesn't make a lot of fun of people. Heath had to keep her mouth shut at the serious look on the part of the man who joins hands to pray in the narrow lap.

"You know about that kid's body... don't you?

To confirm that, Heath nods with her back on the wall.

"I know."

I didn't want to know.

If you don't know.

I'm sure I didn't fall into a hole like this.

"... you know that too"

I'm the doctor who was examining her body.

He had a grin that also looked ridiculous, Rowen said.

"... well. You know that. of the Mizweeri family...... others too?

"Yep. If it's just gender. I... I heard the whole story."

"And about her mother?

"That's right. All"

"... yeah, right"

Rowen floated with joy and knocked his body back. Push the back of your head against the wall as you look up to heaven.

"Well, she's really free from that city, isn't she?"

Rowen's lips tremble slightly, good, spinning joy.

Heath glanced at Rowen's reaction. What do you need to be so happy about? It's not like Die is Rowen's lover.

"Yes."

Heath slowly takes the lead.

"... you don't have to live hiding your gender in the flower streets anymore"

"No, Heath."

But Rowen immediately denied Heath's interpretation.

"That's not what I meant"

"... then"

What does that mean?

Inexplicably, Heath snapped her neck.

"When I say," Freedom from the City, "I mean, she was free from anyone's thoughts."

"... thoughts?

"Yes."

Rowen answers with a bitter voice.

"She's... a victim. The mother of that child, the men who were his guests, and the women of the geisha. victims of their madness. That's the... die."

"I understand the mother... what do you mean by the madness of the men of the guests and the women of the geisha?

From what I've heard before, other than Die's mother, she's an asylum person who moved to protect her, not the perpetrator. Yet why would Rowen even describe everything around the die as if it were crazy?

"I would have explained that Die needed to stay in that city because of the powerlessness of his children, and he had to fake his gender because of his craftsmanship, right?

"Yep."

Because of the small country of geisha, because of the craftsmanship, because I was young.

The makeup girl couldn't escape the distorted way of life she was forced to, he said.

"Well, it's printed."

Rowen denied the perception until now.

"There was no need to live like that anywhere. Asma... oh, you know Asma too?

"Yep. I know."

"... you really know everything"

Rowen stops talking just because he says he's surprised. Moving away from the point, Heath gently raised his jaw to encourage him to get ahead of the conversation.

"So?"

"... oh, yeah. How far did I tell you?... Yes. It's Asma. If you really want to help Die, I wish she'd let Die out of town. I should have helped him live outside the flower district. It would have been that Asma didn't have any making. I didn't because... nothing else, she didn't want to let go of Die's mother's legacy.... because Asma was also one of those people who strongly loved Die's mother."

Heath turned a blind eye to Rowen's commentary.

(Um, Asma?

"She didn't look like she was tying up a die for unreasonable reasons though"

Asma appeared in her own eyes as a well-spoken common sense man. I know Die admires her like a mother. Asma must have poured as much love into the die as she suited it and watched her grow.

That Asma is responsible for the distorted end of Die's life, etc.

"Asma just couldn't go crazy. I just thought I'd have to let go one day. It was her obsession with Die's mother that kept her until she distorted her gender."

"... What the hell kind of woman was the mother of a die obsessed with that much?

"You hear I was a whore, don't you? Seeked by everyone, loved by everyone"

"Have you ever met Die's mother?

"I don't. She was already deceased when I came to this country. But its existence was legendary. A large number of men drowned in the person. Not even Miguel, a muscled male, whispers indiscretion against women."

To the words, Heath breathed in surprise. Think of a skinny shopkeeper who talks intimately with a die.

"Was he a customer of Die's mother?!?

"Miguel always says the only woman he's ever held was his whore."

Then Miguel was probably one of those people who knew the gender of the die. In retrospect, he hasn't made it clear either that Die is a man. I guess the reason she's going to Miguel's was because she also has the nervousness not to have to fake herself.

"Everyone talks about Die's mother when she was like a Virgin. There you are, the Eternal Maiden, with no filth in your arms or in your arms. She said she was a woman who lived in an eternal virgin."

It's not like I don't have experience with women apart from myself. But I can't imagine a woman drowning everyone that far.

"She must have been a genius, in that she held people"

Rowen said.

"Everyone couldn't help but be obsessed. All those involved in her lost all sorts of things. The men of the guests are wives, gold, honor, and sometimes status. The geishas were uprooted by her.... so when Die's mother died, they all rejoiced the other way around. And again, we had to seal off the same heretic child from being born"

"... then the die"

"Die would admire Asma and the geishas, wouldn't he? Die believes the Asmas were protecting themselves with sympathy for her condition. But the Asmas never put Die at the heart of this farce by mere sympathy. Asma's obsession, the fear that the men of the guests would drown again, the jealousy of the geisha tied the die to the flower streets in a distorted way."

I wholeheartedly admire and laugh at the women of the flower streets, I think of the girl.

Believe in people upright, girl.

So full of madness and falsehood, how could she be so sober?

"It's good to know that she's free from that madness"

"Were you worried?

"Naturally. Friends."

Smile at Heath's inquiry, Rowen continues.

"I can't help her anymore."

Whatever happens when this matter is over, he leaves this country.

With his black eyes narrowed, Rowen begged Heath.

"So please, keep an eye on her all the time"

To that quiet voice, Heath frowned.

"... me?

"Who else is there besides you?

"A lot. She'll be loved by everyone."

When she was just hired, she was a 'foreign object' to the Mizwieri family. Now she has to be for the Mizwieri family - at least for the winning Mariage. Accepted by everyone. Loved.

Without rotting into adversity, we all gather for that hiccups that just try to face each other straight.

And I guess that's how she's going to attract people strongly.

"Everyone will love her and keep an eye on her."

It doesn't have to be me.

Someone will be beside her.

On the dawn when one day I became a wonderful woman.

"Are you… among all of them, not included?

"Yep."

Heath smiled at the affirmation.

"I don't love anyone"

I can't do that to myself, the ghost.

You can't possibly.

To love, to watch, to leave beside.

Nothing.

I can't, I shouldn't.

The carriage stops.

The conversation that seemed short and long is interrupted. Soon we had arrived at the place of destination. Beyond the window, you can see the royal palace of White Asia quite close by across the hedge.

"All I pray for is Arishuel's happiness."

Your Lord opens the door, and the light shoots. Rowen weaved his coat, stood up and said.

"Heath. It's fine when you can afford it. I don't always say. Only when you can afford it.... be nice to Die."

As he gets off the carriage, he laughs and adds:

"I'm glad you asked me for a favor. I thought it was goodbye."

Heath sighed, dropping off the man's back as it melted across the light.

"... I have no such in-laws"

Groans low.

"To this short relationship"

Through a die, to a fine connection.

"There will be no farewell or anything."

Leading several mansion guard men ripped as gestures, the Dies went outside the walls once. It was decided that in order to successfully rendezvous with the Heaths, it would be better to follow them. At the entrance of the narrow mountain path, outside the walls where the castle can be seen nearby, the Dies found two carriages.

"This is the carriage of the Mizweeri family..."

Die shrugged as he peered into it, an empty one engraved with two series of wild rose house chapters. It's a carriage with a die on its way to Miguel's. Though he is supposed to remain, he sees no one's shadow.

The die, away from the grass-eating horse, walked over to the other one that was stopping. Around it, mariages gather.

"Dear Mariage, what about this carriage?

"Carriage of the Gertrude family"

Mariage, who responded instantly, roared distorted her mouth.

My lord's carriage.

"... Mr. Byram is here already?

"It's very likely."

Dadan stepped out of the carriage and pinched his mouth. Apparently, even in this carriage, it's a mushroom shell.

"Maybe I've been watching you guys the whole time? Which was the first one, before I came to Miguel's. So after we broke up, if you think you came here after Rowen and the others, you can snort that the Byrum guy's carriage is here."

Dadan put his sword back on his hips and moved away from the carriage to the steep mountain path. Mariage follows him to compete as well.

"For now, I'm watching the carriage over here."

One of the several guards who came along offers.

The rest of the men gently slapped Die on the shoulder.

"We're leaving, too, Die. They're leaving us."

She was running.

A man was pulling my hand and I was running.

Bullshit the dark woods. To escape my father.

She thought as she stared at the hot hand squeezing her wrist hard. This hand. I've always wanted this hand. This hand and everything that leads to it. I wanted to live with this man.

For that matter, I don't care what you throw away.

The man laughed that he was confusing the love with his vision of the outside world, but that's not true.

Staring at the man's back, she thought.

Keep going, all the way, somewhere far.

The two of us.

"Hey, hey, Die, wait!

Die reached out with a squeaky face to Mariage, who raised the sound and crouched on the spot.

"That's why I said it. I know it's hard."

It was the mariage that I had intended at first, but its footsteps gradually became heavier. Nearly half an hour after I started walking. Finally, he surrenders.

On a daily basis, she never moves more than he needs. This mountain road would have been hard.

Better be patient. It is because of her high level of insistence.

"Hey, why, you're fine!

Standing up to support Die's hand, Mariage screams out of breath. Die shrugged his shoulders and answered.

"For once, because I still grew up in Lower Town"

I have more confidence in my health than in Mariage. I'm just impotent.

But I'm just tired. The mountain roads get harder and harder, and I really wonder if Arishuel is here. Like Mariage, I don't think Arishuel has that much strength. Whether or not the Rowens went up this sloping strenuous road was also suspicious.

"Ma, dear Mariage, please, on my back..."

Mariage is sure to stare at the man on the guard who has hesitated to lend him his back.

"I'll walk myself!

Watching my husband desperate to breathe, Die rather wanted me to turn around and wait in the carriage. Coming this far, her meanness is also sunny.

"Hey, people don't seem to be here."

but, scratching the grass, Dadan, who was on reconnaissance, came back.

"You should turn back once. There's no sign of people coming through."

"Did you go the wrong way?

"Uh, I don't know. I guess I'll have to rendezvous with the guy who let me go another way and hear the report. Isn't it time for a separate unit of the Gertrude family to be here? It's also my job to go back to the carriage and exchange information. Above all..."

Once separated from words, Dadan glances at Mariage by hoisting the edge of his mouth to a grin.

"You don't seem to have the strength of a princess!

"I wasn't just taking a break! I need your help!

"Dadan, don't burn Master Mariage..."

Mariage would have thrown it out sooner, too, if it were true, that I didn't want to anymore. She has patiently climbed the mountain path because every time she almost stops, Dadan repeatedly takes her frying feet.

"You don't have to go back! I am!"

"Ahhh. Then stay here. I'm going back."

"This one! You're not our escort!?

"You know, I'm here on Rowen's watch. I'm not hired by you. You're a princess."

"Dadan! And Master Mariage! Please get along a little better!

This is what Dudan and Mariage have been like all along the road. Come on, Die's tiredness was also at its peak. Ask your colleagues around you for help as you enter the arbitration between the two of them. But they kept their distance just because they didn't want to get involved, throwing everything round the die.

Unexpectedly, zero sigh. I just want Arishuel to show up to get out of this state.

The die, who watched the two resuming the rhetoric with his raw eyes, felt the rubbing periphery sound louder for a moment and raised its face.

"... Huh?

Clear skies and winds rising mountain paths. Slowly swinging green.

Because of his mind, he clearly reached Die's ear, which was about to turn back to both of us, this time the sound of stepping on a dead branch called a puddle.

(One Tomorrow)

"Dadan!"

In response to Die's call, Dadan cuts up his discourse with Mariage. He put his hand on the pattern of a sword wrapped around his waist with a harsh expression. The men of the guard also lay down their swords simultaneously and bow down to the stepping position.

The periphery rocked violently to the left and right.

A shadow appears after making a loud noise.

"Heath!?

Die raised a screaming cry.

A man with a thousand slices of grass all over his body and a muddy hem of clothing distorts his face when he sees a die.

"Why are you here?"