The Queen’s Cosmetician

Mabel, the samurai, came to call for a die in the middle of sloppy public discourse with a clean flattening of the third cup of tea and the tea treats she had hidden behind the cupboard. I hear Mariage is calling.

That means Heath should also be back in the office. Ask Mabel to guide you through Alvina and get rid of the finished makeup tools quickly. Raising them together, Die hastened to Mariage's room.

In front of the room, I hear he was in tea order. It's not like Reese. Mariage, who carelessly deposited herself in the chair, invited the die by hand from the gap in the door that opened upon the departure of the samurai. He enters the room in a courtesy, puts a cosmetic bag in the corner of the room and asks.

"How was your meeting with Master Rudia?

"Come on, that was awkward."

Mariage responded instantly, sinking her body even deeper.

"Worst, is it?

"Yep."

"How?

She doesn't answer. I just slip myself on the chair when I sloppy.

Die shrugged his shoulder and walked over to the table. Take every dish of tea that was placed on top of it, which I thought Reese had prepared, and put up hot air, and hand it to Mariage, who looked out of focus.

"You look pretty tired, why don't you get some sleep? Would you like to remove your makeup? Shall I rub it off even with my arm?

Looking for the reason why he was called, Die lined up his options. I didn't know how to prolong my meeting with Rudia, so I haven't had an appointment since this afternoon available in a long time. Mariage looks terribly tired beside her. I thought I'd better get some rest today.

You'll need to be ready to rub your hands and feet. You can see water in the toilet, hand plush or dry skin, so prepare some scented oils that moisturize and calm your spirit. No, it's early at the time, but should I do the Yukan pose and make it a half bath?

"... die"

Die, who was making me think hard, returns to me in Mariage's dark calling.

"Yes."

And to the orders that followed, I accidentally stopped thinking.

"You, show the city around."

"... Yes?

City, is.

"What city is it about?

Die asked back very seriously. I couldn't successfully absorb the meaning of her intended 'city' - no, no matter how much I thought about it, I could only think of one meaning for the city.

In response to the poor understanding of the die, Mariage points at the tip of his mouth in a frustrating manner.

"When it comes to the city, it's the city. Beyond the gate. Where else is there?

Again, Die dropped his shoulder.

"Why again? What's the matter with you? Suddenly."

"That's okay. Nothing. Guide me."

"It's not good."

Die disputed, narrowing his mouth.

"Lady Mariage is a queen candidate. I'm only a makeup artist, and I can't even go that way without protection, but if Mariage were to go, I'd have to take a lot of people. If that happens, the city will make a fuss."

"Why? Is it unusual to walk with an escort?

"Absolutely."

Die answered instantly. If you are a nobleman, it is natural to walk with a guardian. That's not why there's something wrong with Mariage's perception. But these sensory deviations can tire me terribly from time to time.

"I know that if I take you for an escort, you'll be some great guy in one shot. People on this side of the gate have different air, so it's very noticeable. Troubleshooters will come after you."

Mariage nodded loudly at Die's supplement.

"Air, hey..."

With her cheek cane poked at her elbow, she begins to squeeze her hair with her fingertips, unhappy with her mouth. Die stroked his chest down wondering if he'd given up on Mariage, who looked like he'd been killed of momentum.

But that's not wholesale by the Inquirer.

"Then you don't have to take the escort"

Just wonderful thoughts, Mariage makes her eyes shine. Die caught a grin as he felt the cold conveying his back.

"Are you saying that Master Mariage and I, we're going down to the city together?

"That's right."

"No. No. You can't do that extra. It is!!

Even worse quality than simply trying to get down to the city.

To Die's claim, Mariage frowned uncomfortably. But it's not what I found out in her heart or anything.

"Even Master Livort will not forgive you!

"You know, who thinks you're my husband? I wish I could."

"Well, that's not the problem!

"So you, when it comes to him, you're gonna show him around, right?

"... although I am not originally in a position to disobey Master Mariage's orders"

"Spit it out! You've been answering so many questions!

"Wow! Yikes!

His cheeks were stretched out full of force into his ever-stretching hands, and Die screamed. The twist contains a twist of momentum that twists the meat.

"Haha ha! Hiya! Hiya!

It seems that Mariage was finally satisfied when she neatly flushed this grieving complaint from right to left and moaned Die's cheek so much that it was still this. Pushing Die's body against her, she suddenly rises.

On Mariage's back leaving her seat, Die asked as she stroked and rubbed her fevered cheek.

"Duh, where are you going?

Stop your legs, Mariage looks back at the die.

"I'm at Heath's."

Die has turned pale to her, who commands you to follow her, too.

"Ask Master Liveau for permission!? Are you seriously going to go to the city!?

"What? You don't understand. You either."

Mariage, with her hands on her hips, lifts her jaw to her chin.

"Don't you want permission? I'm just gonna go tell him I'm going to the city now. And that's also because I'm taking you. Suddenly he's gone, and I don't care if he makes a fuss."

He was also told as a matter of course, and Die stood on the spot in disdain. If Mariage doesn't need security, it is likely to pop up even now with one die.

Really serious, it seems she's going down to the city.

And from now on.

That's not good.

Very bad.

"Ahhhhh! Dear Mariage!"

Why did you suddenly start saying that you wanted to go to the city? Pursuing the reason was behind me, and Die screamed to distract me on another topic anyway.

but.

"Ugh!?

He gets hit directly in the forehead by something that flies in and loses his word to sharp pain. Die accidentally squatted on the spot and held his head.

"What are you doing!

Mariage, who had already popped out into the hallway, shouts with her arms in her arms, which she was raising to throw.

"Follow me now! I'm gonna throw a fan at you if you're sluggish!

"You're already throwing..."

Picking up the pitiful fan that was falling at his feet, Die sighed, and after a refreshing mariage, followed him loosely.

Heath's office is directly under Mariage's room. It's a short walk down the stairs. The divine business of pulling her back in that short time, etc., can't be done regardless. Mariaj runs down the hallway early enough with the hem of his room attire and jumps into Heath's room.

The die that followed her caught sight of Alvina blinking her eyes in the center of the room and Heath closing her mouth with a shuddering face as she reached the clerk's seat.

It seems that the major exchanges had already been completed between the arrival of Mariage and his entry into the room.

No, sir.

Heath, who indicated his rejection, took a seat and circled around in front of the oak desk. Keep it up. He silently recommends a seat to Mariage. Its pale eyes were terribly chilling, as opposed to what they did to honor their master.

Mariage ignores the recommendation and stares back at Heath.

"There's nothing you can do. How can you dismiss what I've decided?

"As I said, I may not have that right, but I have a problem with you saying it now. If you want to go down to the city, we'll set another day."

"When did that happen? It's about you, so why don't you just relax and extend the day anyway? You know, if it's not now, it's too late. Now is the time. Whatever you say, I'm going to the city."

"If you promise not to get out of the carriage, I will arrange it."

"You know, I want to go down to the city. I thought you wanted to cross the city. He wants to walk in the city on his own feet. Don't you know that with a good head?

Mariage annoyance is always spicy. Die has no idea what's driving her that far.

Heath also responds to Mariage by letting a chilling smile with Heath drift through the slaughter air.

"Then bring your escort."

"No, it's about you, so I'm sure you're going to follow people around."

"Naturally. Dear Mariage, have you forgotten what Mrs Rudia said earlier? You need to be properly aware of your position."

"I know exactly where you stand, you persevere! Then I'll forgive you if you have about one escort. Arrange it quickly."

"Don't say stupid. If you're going out with Die, I want at least three of you."

"Fool!? You're an idiot! Heath, keep your mouth shut towards your husband!

"If you beware of our servants, Mariage will be happy to do so."

It's time for this to present a look at a genuinely benevolent battle.

Heath doesn't show a single gesture of pulling, and Mariage looks like she's going to start throwing things with odd noises even now. If I had a fan on hand, I would have thrown it at Heath. Fortunately, it's in the hands of a die now.

Die stole a look at Alvina by his side. All of a sudden, when she was shown such an attack, she thought she would be flashy. But looking at the argument between the two with her arms together, she was a funny face about this situation.

"Mostly not!

Die, staring at the magician who was about to make a laugh with his eyes, slipped his gaze back to Mariage, who abhorred a single voice.

"Die said it! He said if he had a lot of escorts, he'd be noticeably targeted by weird people!

"Awesome because of me!?!?

The unintentionally shouted back die flaunts himself with a simultaneous glance from the three of them.

Among other things, the sharp gaze was from Heath. Blood bruises and pulls away as if thin pale eyes were narrowed to grind the ice.

"Die, did you say something extra to Master Mariage?

"... excuse me. But."

They're going to shoot me.

The excuse for that glance also caught in the back of his throat, and Die could only lean over and overlap his apologies.

"... sorry"

Awkward silence fills the place.

"... Um, okay?

Among them, Alvina, who suddenly raised her hand lightly, has suggested with a capable weather voice.

"Here's the escort, the strong brothers walking around this mansion. How about I escort them if they don't like it because they stand out?

"... you need an escort?

"Yep."

Mariage looked back suspiciously at Alvina, who showed affirmation in Heath's inquiry.

"How can someone like you escort me? Can't you?

"I don't know how, but I can show you when it's dangerous again. I can give you an escort."

Mariage's face seems uncomfortably distorted. Die pulled Alvina's sleeve and condoned her disrespect.

"Alvey, salute"

"Oh, excuse me!

Put your hand on your mouth. Hehe, to Alvina laughing, Die weakened. Though I apologize, I don't even see fine dust in the bare gesture of being evil to a mage.

"Oh, come on, you can't just leave it to me that easy."

Heath turns her harsh expression to Alvina. She didn't seem to have moved into the man's cold voice, and Alvina was asking back with an extended voice.

"Oh? I don't trust you. - Is that what you mean?

"Yep."

Of course, Heath said.

"I admit you are an exceptional magician... but it's not the same thing to protect yourself, Alvina"

"Mmm."

For the first time, Alvina distorts the root of her eyebrows like a hundred million bucks.

"I guess it feels like the fastest way to convince you."

She put her index finger on her mouth and groaned low, that moment.

"... Huh?

Heath's expression froze.

"... how did you do it? Dear Livotto,"

To his strange appearance, Die asks terribly. But he never responded to it.

"... what did you do?

Staring at Alvina, Heath roars.

"Oh, my God. Heath, you know what my stunt is, right?

The sorcerer, by the way, laughed.

"... and I couldn't see a formation or anything"

"There's nothing you can do to make it invisible?

"Can you do that? I wasn't when I was in your house."

"So if I suddenly use that, I wonder if I'd be surprised. I pinched it in my ear that more and more people couldn't see it. You said you were obsolete, too, right?

Core laid-back interactions. But somehow I can understand what that means.

Alvina used magic on Heath.

Anyway, if we don't have any witchcraft talent at all, we can see it as long as it's about the demon particles. But I didn't see any magical moves. Invisible, that's what I mean.

Nothing, I couldn't see. But some sort of magic did put Heath under control, causing him to change his complexion.

"... what the hell are you?

Alvina doesn't answer Heath's question.

She just smiled flashly and shrugged her neck like a little bird.