The Queen’s Cosmetician

Bang, and.

Behind you the door of the mountain hut is slammed shut. Rough breathing never showed signs of calm because of running through it. My flank hurts badly and sweat erupts when I say it's a chilly climate.

Hands on the floor, Arishuel shook her shoulders in search of air. Spending time just to get your breathing done. Often, a man walks by with the door closed.

Poking his knee beside him, he touched this shoulder as if to labor.

"Are you okay? Arishuel."

"Rowen......"

Nodding back, Arishuel stuck to Rowen's arm.

"I'm fine.... sorry"

"Fine. Glad you're safe."

Rowen fell back on the spot and invited Arishuel into its arms. Leaks soothing exhalation to accustomed body temperature. Here. I wanted to come home in this man's arms. Alishuel trembles with joy as she is embraced by her powerful arms.

"... is Heath safe?"

Rowen shrugged as she stroked Arisuel's hair slowly.

"... maybe, though I'm fine"

"Your father came all the way here."

I guess you're thinking back on what happened to Byram earlier. There is a bitter grin in Rowen's mouth.

"I'm sorry. We sent for your father."

I should have noticed the carriage following me earlier, he says. Arishuel lay her eyes down sorry and could only shake her neck sideways at that shoulder.

According to what I heard during my escape, I sought my own footprint, which disappeared from Gertrude's mansion, and the main deputy of the Die and Mizwieri families visited Rowen. Immediately after hearing of his whereabouts, he associated himself with the occasion and drove a carriage here with Heath. He was followed by Byram, his father, who was stubbornly searching for Arishuel's whereabouts.

It was Byram who found Arishuel first. The attacked Arishuel was saved by the Rowens in an inch.

"... I wish you'd let me go already"

I don't know what's in Byram's heart that breathes if I don't kill myself, even if I risk the irrelevant.

Heath broke up on the way to attract Byram's men. I hope he's safe, too, as we managed to escape into the mountain hut.

"For what I expected, I just can't believe you left and I'm confused."

"That's not it, Rowen!

Arishuel woke herself up and appealed to Rowen.

"My father just hates tools that don't do what he wants! If you're just confused, you don't swing your sword and follow me or anything!

I think back to the man who points the blade at me to kill my real daughter. Blood-running eyes. There was no such thing as love.

For many years, it was never good to get along with my father. My father isn't the only one. Both my mother and my sisters.

My father always demanded perfection from Arishuel and remained stern. My mother was submissive to my father, and my sisters don't even try to approach me neglecting Arishuel, who bears my father's expectations all by herself.

Still, Arishuel loved her family. I never forgot to set up my father in particular. I never forgot to do anything for the Gertrude family to flourish.

But they never took care of Arishuel.

"Dolls that are no longer useful to my father are just in the way..."

My father had ordered the two ministers he was leading not to mind killing Arishuel.

And himself, he waved his sword at Arishuel. If the Rowens hadn't saved my hair, my neck would have been severed from my torso by now.

Squeezing Rowen's cuffs tightly, Arishuel groaned.

"... I should have left the country sooner, with you..."

Separated the sea, to his country.

Throw everything away sooner, if you're traveling.

"I think so, too. If only I could get you out sooner. If only I could grab you."

Rowen whispers as he strokes Arisuel's hair.

"But, Arishuel. I had no guilt whatsoever and I was not strong enough to take my family and country away from you. Besides, it may sound like an excuse, but I wanted to believe that you could repair your family."

"... even though those people have betrayed my expectations many times"

"I know."

With a bitter smile, he laid his hands on Arishuel's temple. Soft black eyes reflect who you are.

"Still, I can't help but believe it"

He dropped a whisper as he exhaled.

"Just as you are a people of a country that honors beauty with your art skills and the spirit there… I am also a people of a country that can't help but believe in people no matter how many times they betray and trample me"

That's how she accepts the lips that touch slowly, and Arishuel closes her eyes.

Mixed exhalation. Overlapping body temperature. A hand that loves itself.

-... they made me a person. He breathed his life into me as a doll.

Alishuel laughed after her exhalation split into two parts again.

"You're very nice."

Pathetically, you're a good man.

But that part of him saved me.

And I loved that part of him.

Rowen shrugs his shoulders.

"Well said"

Once he let go of Arishuel's body, he stood up with his hand against his knee.

"It's getting dark. Let's light the fire."

That's how Rowen leaves the side. On the back of the man taking out the lantern in the cupboard and putting the fire in, Arishuel asked.

"Can't my father find me?

"Come on. If we close the rain door so the lights don't leak, we'll be fine for a while. I have to see the gap and get away with it... but I need a break. You're already at your limit, aren't you?

Arishuel swells her cheeks as she squeaks.

"It's not that bad."

"Oh, I didn't know that"

Laughing to get out of the way, Rowen closed the lantern hardware. The sound of the glass and metal rubbing off sounds tight.

"If Heath is getting away well, he'll call for help. Die is also returning to the Mizwieri family to put in a report, so we might get backup soon."

"Yeah."

"So I'm sure it's okay.... Arishuel, will you shut the rain door?

"Yes."

Arishuel stood up and walked over to the window. Though the blackout screen has already been pulled, the lights are leaking both ways and outside. Sweet scarlet at dusk. Looking at that color, I recall when I revealed it previously overnight in this cabin with Rowen.

(Mariage)

I got annoyed.

Reminds me of the only girl outside Rowen who was vivid, the same queen candidate.

(I can't think about this country. The future of this country and nothing. No matter how much you think, go to the land where Rowen was born and live with him. That's all I could think about anymore)

The warm memories in this country that come to mind as we arrive in Rowen's hometown are probably all about Rowen.

Looking at the remnants of this sunset, as all I could think of was memories with him.

To such a human being, the queen does not serve.

The Queen should have a girl who can think about the future of this country.

Push the shade screen with your fingertips and reach for the rain door.

Stiff in the frame. That doesn't close as well as I think.

When the old wood finally moved and broke his face, Arishuel shifted his gaze to the shadow past the fudge window.

And there he found the man with the blood running eyes, screaming without a voice.

"Hi."

"Die."

Heath controls the call of the die.

(Oh, yeah)

I had to draw a line, then I had to.

Die rushed over to Heath's side and looked at the wrapped hands of his bandage. That is red and black and dirty other than muddy sand and such. The wounds received sheltering the die had clearly opened and the blood had seeped in.

Touching that hand, Die looks up at him.

"It's okay...... what?

"Yep."

I tried to shake Die's hand off and pulled his arm, and Heath nodded softly.

"... so why are you and... even Mariaj here?

"It's, well, a lot..."

To the cloudy die of the response, Heath drops a sigh of twitching. I'm just wondering if I couldn't wait very long.

I couldn't wait to slip past the side of the die laying my eyes down, and Heath walks under the mariage. I chased that back in a hurry.

"Heath, was Arishuel there? You weren't looking for her with a guy like that girl's lover?

"Miss Arishuel is here."

To Mariage's stuffing, he answers.

"It's just a bit of a dangerous situation. Mr. Byram is chasing Miss Arishuel around with his sword. Rowen fled with her."

And with a harsh look, he looked over at the men of the security gathering.

"And then as Mr. Byram's escort, I'm following you two or so. I intend to attract you here... but you need to go to backup right away"

Informed of Rowen's personal danger, Die stretched his body. No matter how much Rowen is the man who's been diving through his predicament, he's not a mercenary either. I don't think I can escape while protecting Arishuel to a professional opponent who exchanges people's lives.

Heath, I need you to take care of your wounds.

Dropping his gaze on Heath's bandage, Mariage ordered.

Let's go.

"Dear Mariage, who else of mine will guide you?

"Yes, it is."

"But you, you look pale. Why don't you just take a little rest, because we're going the way we were taught first?

To Dadan's point, Die shook his head in agreement. Heath's complexion is too bad. I'm not so bloody bloody colored that I'm going to fall down right now. The focus of the eyes is also somewhat ambiguous. I wonder if you have a fever because the wound has opened.

"I'm fine."

Taking Dadan's advice away, Heath said.

"It gets dark. The three of you come with me, and the mariages wait here."

"I don't want to!

Mariage hung up on Heath, who gave instructions to the guards.

"I'm coming too. I've come this far to strangle her."

"Dear Mariage! Until this time, please stop!

"I'm fine!

That said, she draws Dadan's arm.

"Because it seems this man will protect you"

"Oh, come on, come on, come on!

Suddenly he is counted on by the person he was talking to earlier, and Dadan shows a wolf. Mariage roared half-eyed with a glimmer on his arm.

"What? Are you so weak that you can't protect one woman?

"I didn't do it! Not... no, give me a break! I'm not a mercenary, I'm an informant!

"I don't care about that. Can you protect me? Can't you protect me?

"... ahhhhhhhh shit!!

Paying Mariage's hand, Dadan turns his head.

"You horse!

Abominably poisoned, he exclaimed.

"I'll do whatever I can! He's dead. Come out on my pillow!

"... Heath, you got it? I'm coming too. Whatever."

Heath, apparently oblivious to the exchange between the two, regained her mind and held her temples with a flashing face.

"... you have no choice..."

I wouldn't ask you anything more, and you thought it was a waste of time.

The pale eyes of the man with his face up capture the die. Before he could say anything, Die insisted.

"I'll be there, too"

"... Die!

He shook his voice in anger, grabbing Die's shoulder rampantly.

"Even you! Come on, man! How did you get all the way here?!?

"You said Master Mariage is going, can I wait muddy to find out what's going on!!

"It's annoying!!

"But I've come this far already, so even if they tell me to wait here, I'll end up alone!? Because the fact that Master Mariage is going means that everyone will follow the escort! It won't be the same waiting for me where I don't know who's going to attack me alone or with everyone else!? Different!?

At first, Heath tried to lead three of the four gestures. That is the story of the premise that Mariage and Die will remain here. I would have appreciated one as an escort for myself and Mariage, and I guess I was going to return to the carriage.

But if Mariage is going to follow the Heaths, we need to make security thicker. For die's sake, I won't split the personnel.

"Is it not?

To confirm the die, the disputed Heath remained silent.

"I'll go, too. I'm worried about Rowen. It's okay. If the danger is imminent, you don't have to protect me to escape."

Declared clearly, Die looked up at Heath.

"... like earlier, you don't have to protect me"

Protect yourself. I'm sorry he gets hurt. When something happens, you just have to throw it away.

With his pale eyes bitterly narrowed, he takes his hands off the die's shoulder and bites his teeth.

"... you are sometimes amazingly stubborn"

"Didn't you know? Craftsmen are often stubborn."

That would be the nature of the people of this country of arts and crafts, what more are you talking about now?

To Heath trying to keep herself away only cold, Die thought so as she was half solid.

"Come on, we've all decided to go."

Pan, slap his hand and Dadan takes the head of departure.

"Let's go. Show me around, Heath. Before it's too late."

See the oblique light Dadan inserts through the gaps in the trees. The sea sky. It's already evening. Far beyond the walls, beyond the white sand hills, the sun is about to fall asleep.

Soon, it will be night.

We have to find the Arishuels before they lose their sight.

Heath turns her heel back.

The dies tightened their mouths and followed him.

"Stop, Father!!

Alishuel shouted as she stood in front of Rowen. I couldn't help but scream at a man who would lift a sword wet in blood, knowing that this act was only pointless.

"Because I will be queen! Because I'm not telling you anymore! Because I listen to you! Rowen won't matter!?

"Annoying!"

Byram intimidates Arishuel.

"Don't do what you want. Enough with you!! At the time this guy got in my way too, he's guilty of the same crime!! Kneel!! Otherwise everyone is dead!!!

"Father!

"Out of the way!!

Byrum kicked Arishuel's body and stepped through Rowen's abdomen lying behind it.

Many, many, many times.

Arishuel stuck to Rowen's body again and screamed.

"Stop, stop, stop!!! Please, no, no!!!

Byrum, who found themselves, first attacked Rowen, who was by the entrance. With his lower back pierced with a sword, he breathes, but doesn't leave it slightly motionless with it crashing to the floor.

The lukewarm red dyes Arishuel's hands.

His blood stains his fingernails.

Byrum, with his leg, decided on Rowen's wound. Every time he is oppressed, his blue-white face is distorted into pain. With that head in his arms, Arishuel cried. How did this happen?

I didn't think I could be queen. I told my father that. I thought that was at least a courtesy. At the same time, I wanted you to understand this thought.

Is that bad?

He was just furious and cursed. I turned to the killer's eye. Arishuel escaped. I knew at that point that the intent to kill was real.

If Rowen and I can't see each other anymore, at least just once more, I wanted to scratch my memories with him.

That's -... how did this happen?

What, and my head can be stepped on.

Groaning at Xia's vision, Arishuel looked up to her father.

"... from the beginning, this world is wrong"

Byram said.

"I am the Queen's son!? I was born before Eirene!! Why can't you just say a man and give him the throne!? Why does it belong to Eirene?!?!? Even though I'm better!! Even though I have more power!! Why!!!

The power that can be put into my father's feet is further increased.

In his hazy consciousness, Arishuel heard his mad cry.

"Finally...... I finally rowed this far! It was long!! I can finally put you on the queen and show you the stupidity that didn't put me on the throne! I thought so............!!! And you are!!!

Pressure disappears from the head on the lid and the head is pulled up from hair to hair. To that abusive treatment, Arishuel accidentally put his hand on his head and screamed.

"You ruined everything about me!!

A blurry stare at my father, who can bark in spit.

But it leaked.

Arishuel shrugged. to your own stupidity. I wonder why I didn't discern this man sooner. I wonder why you believed in his affection. That was the foolish thing to do, such as ask this man for fatherhood.

Still, I wanted to believe that somewhere in his heart, there was love as a father.

Because Rowen believed it.

(Rowen, I may not be a people of your country)

I can't do it anymore, such as keep believing like him.

Still.

Will it be forgiven to be beside him?

Also, I was able to see him.

"... because I... want to live with this man"

Hurry up, we have to make an allowance.

A lot of blood, overflowing.

We need to take care of the injuries.

That's how I'm going with you.

to his country.

And we live together.

"I want to live with this person, be a woman, not just a doll that is just being used"

I wanted to be one woman, leaning against him and living with him.

All I want, it's just that.

That was it.

Zero tears, sue.

"I, I love this man..."

I don't need myself, like the Queen's seat.

Byrum throws Arishuel's head off body by body. Alishuel, pulled away from Rowen's body, was slammed into the cupboard with momentum.

The shock tilts the oil kettle and punches the contents on the floor. The lantern, which had just been lit, fell to be sucked into the oil fountain.

Sounds, the crushing sound of the glass.

Flaming columns, rising.

Staring down at the silver blade swinging toward Rowen in its shadow, Arishuel exclaimed.

-... help!!!!!