The Queen’s Cosmetician

Through the boulevard and off the carriage in a discreet place. By order of his anxious lord to meet him in the same place around sundown, Mariage snapped a die to guide him through the city as soon as possible.

"I'll tell you what, I'll walk quite a bit to the flower district."

The back streets designated by Mariage as guided destinations account for the majority of the area of the Wang capital. Among them, the technicians' workplace was in the middle of the back street, and the flower district was located in the deepest part of the city, near the walls. There's quite a distance from here.

To Die's advice, my husband says softly.

"I don't mind."

Die looked up at the mariage beside him as he went down a boulevard lit by the bustling sun that brought people to and from him. The makeup is modest and she is dressed like a city girl. Without inadvertently looking around, there's no atmosphere that was floating around to give me a grand walk down the street. Still, its presence was overwhelming in the crowd. Being chosen as Queen's candidate is never Dade. I know very well that just being there attracts people's attention.

"If you don't get in the carriage, it's really hard."

To hide what had been seen for a moment, Die intensified his discourse.

"Fine. I told you. I want to see where people live."

"There are so many stairs up and down."

"So I'm telling you. Shut up and walk."

"... Yes"

Mariage is prestigious, but I don't mind as a die. Though the itinerary says it's pretty mixed up.

Places like she guides are not well-maintained commercial districts.

It's a backstreet.

It is Mariage's saying that you will be able to look around at any time by carriage, such as along the boulevard. She's right, the back streets aren't such an easy place to see. With the exception of a few streets where carriages can pass through, a winding alley stretches up, down, left, and right in the spider's nest momentum. The unfamiliar get lost first. Even the die doesn't know all the ways. With Mariage's feet, I was still anxious to be followed by fulfillment.

The problem with the back streets is not just structural. Sometimes about security. Different races live in chaos. If there are artisans of good mind, there are also those who strip away the clothes of those who come and go and live. I could not help but notice taking Mariaj to such a place, and Fumiko is the face. Die couldn't get enough of his sigh before he showed him how to see it with strange eyes.

What made you want to take a look at the backstreet?

Mariage does not answer. Let me show you around. I was also really angry that she would swing at her self without asking why. Pick a nearby street for the carriage to come and go so you can carry her out at any time. It's never a flat road there either.

The backstreets are a very three-dimensional maze made by dense houses and narrow passages connecting them in the air. Every road goes in, staggering up, down, left and right with another street, suddenly narrowed due to the room that forces it out. Sometimes an alley that seemed to stretch straight and flat turns into a staircase the moment the corner turns. Sometimes another road passes over the head of the road. Some paths dive into the dark, others stretch out toward the sun.

And the intricately intricate passage itself created a clear shade of light and darkness over a streak of houses, plain making the streets float like just one piece of art.

"Die, I hear a song."

Mariage stops and looks around as she pulls the sleeve of the die.

"Oh, there you go. There's a girl standing."

Alvina pointed to a distant crossing. On top of that, a girl is spreading her hands and dedicating a song to the sky.

"You're practicing the song"

"In that place?

"It looks like people are gathering under there. That's a stage, isn't it?

"Oh, it could be"

"Hey, hey! You're not on stage! Because that's just the roof of the building!?

"But it's like the lower square."

"Uh right. There was a tiny square around there."

At this distance, I can't see him interrupted by a nearby house, but the alley is wider under that crossing. Square, there may be a narrative, but it must be a place where people gather.

Mariage has a puzzling look on her face.

"Would you like to go over there?

"Go."

To Die's suggestion, Mariage was an instant answer.

Turn right onto the alley and down the stairs. For a moment, though I remember the illusion as if I was diving deep underground, the path immediately turned to ascent. Through steep slopes, out directly beneath the singer.

Small, slightly open spaces compared to Mariage's private rooms.

There, kids are gathering.

Everyone is young enough for a finger year. He is uniformly clapping his hands and cheering for the girl.

As the Dies stared, they sang with their voices together to the lid.

A clear voice echoes against the alley wall as Lang. When one missed singing and laughed embarrassingly, the other children laughed with them in their bellies.

The girl keeps singing as she looks down at those children on the hallway connecting them to each other upstairs in the house.

"I wonder if she's tired of singing all the time."

Mariage shrugged as she looked up at the girl standing in the retrograde position with her hands over her forehead. Die looks up at the girl too.

"You look fine.... Maybe he's from the chapel choir."

"Do you want to blame me?

"I'm a singer. I sing songs in the chapel when I pray."

That's how I explained it, and I remembered that the manner of prayer of the nobles is not the same as what Shirai does. Shirai each gathers in a chapel near his residence to pray. Depending on the time, the children performed songs and dimensions. Their parents are also singers and actors, and they polish their inherited moves while stepping on the number of places in those places.

but.

"That's not true of the mariages."

The prayer of the nobles ends with prayer to the Lord God and the Virgin.

"I don't think so."

Mariage nods mysteriously.

"These places are places of practice. There are quite a few of them, but most of them are practicing something."

"Huh.... You are."

Drop in on the die for a raw reply, and Mariage looks at the squares with a shine. Her walnut-colored eyes are rarely directed all over the place. Staring at the side of it, Die asked himself softly in his chest.

-... really, why did she say she wanted to see the back streets, etc.

"Die, die"

Suddenly Alvina pulled her sleeve, and Die looked back.

"What's wrong with you?

"Over there, over there"

"Huh?"

Alvina fingers hard, but I don't see anything. Behind the alley shown, all the darkness is elaborate. As I had no choice but to keep staring, the shadow rose blurry from its darkness on the pretense.

Die blinks and screams at the familiar outline that shapes the shadow.

"Miguel!"

The caller opened his fox eyes and peered and laughed at his thin, yellow teeth in purple smoke from his big mouth.

"Die, Alvey, what are you doing here?

The man, who had a grocery store on the corner of the back street, was caught in a raid targeting a doctor man who was in and out of his place and was still missing.

As far as the condition of the store I heard from Alvina, Miguel never looked like he was back at his former residence and office. The only thing I knew about surviving safely was from an informant man who was there to accompany the raid, but I still thought he would be forcing me to live a cramped life.

But.

"I'm just here. Wow."

"Oh, welcome back. No."

As far as the two men who would exchange hot embraces in front of each other to see if they were cheap or not, it seemed futile to worry.

The place that Miguel showed us, where we met again in the square, was the town of the craftsmen further down the alley. They were hiding behind bars with the man who wraps up the union here. It's by no means my fault that I look more matte than the last time I saw you.

"Die, what is that?

Mariage, engraved with a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, asked Die as she sent Miguels a glimpse.

"Oh, my God... Oh, Miguel is a male family. They're lovers, maybe."

"I don't know... a guy's gonna like a guy, that's what you mean, right?

"Yes."

"... ho, you're really here..."

"I'm fine."

"Are you all right? Are you okay with that? You don't get goosebumps!?!?

"Huh?"

Bishi, and Miguel, and Mariage shouts. Die stared back at them again, shrugging his shoulders.

"Aren't we supposed to be happy, people?

To Die's reply, for some reason she dropped her shoulder in a relaxed manner.

"... now... you look so big..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!

Next to Mariage, Alvina bursts into laughter. Die had no idea what the hell caused such a reaction.

The man who was picking up Miguel lets him go and walks over here. Miguel's preferred nosebumped eyes were cool and sturdy. Stopped in front of him, he bends over a little and begins to seriously observe the two behind the die.

"I envy you for taking me all the way to Beppin. I want you to share it with me."

He sent Autumn Waves to Mariage and Alvina, laughing lavishly. Take it and pull yourself back as Mariage blues.

"Oh, oh, you, don't you like guys?

She didn't even think Mariage would show interest in a woman shortly after she showed off her friendship with Miguel. To her, who turns her voice upside down and groans, the man smiles.

"I prefer the pretty one. You're my taste, too. What do you say tonight?

"Thank you. But I won't hesitate."

Mariage is a quota that is likely to fall into disgust, but it is an invitation to the extent of a mild greeting if you try to die.

Die flushed the invitation and advised as he stared at Miguel over the man's shoulder.

"If you use color everywhere, Miguel will stab you."

"Sora, you have to be careful."

To a man who shivers his shoulders in laughter, he doesn't look bad. I guess such an exchange would not even be a greeting for him.

"You're late in introducing yourself. It's Gigg."

"It's a die. Thank you for your late greeting."

Holding back the hand of the man to be offered, Die smiled.

"This is Alvina. My friend. This is Dear Maria. I'm a customer from another country."

"So he wants to tour the city? Curious."

"Did Miguel tell you?

When Miguel found out he was hiding under the head of the workshop, Die asked him to give him a tour. Miguel was talking to me quickly, I hear. Geeg answers Die's question, shrugging his shoulder.

"I heard that. You want a tour? Maybe a little.... Hey!

Separating the stories, he called one of the youths who was at the rear. Die and the same old boy, they rush over.

"This guy will guide you. Please let me know if you need me. However, there may be times when you would prefer to refrain from entering. I'm sorry then..."

"Of course it is. I won't bother you any more. Thank you."

No matter how many Miguel acquaintances suddenly pushed themselves, you just gave them permission to guide the workshop.

In response to Die, Geeg laughed contentedly and walked to the young people just to say that he had done his job.

The boy urges the die who was dropping that back off.

"Let's go"

Die nodded back at the boy and followed him with the mariages as they began to guide him.

The place where Geeg allowed the tour was a skincare workshop.

Pass through some of the cluttered and cramped stone rooms that serve as living spaces and exit into the outdoor aisles. elongated path. On the left was passed the aqueduct and on the right wall lined with dull coloured doors.

Beyond this passage, they say there's a workshop.

"Something smells amazing..."

Mariage groans as she walks through the cobblestone, holding her mouth and nose down. She was right, it was filled with such a terrible smell that her nose was going to bend. It smells like dirt.

He's used to this smell. With a cool face, the boy replied.

"I'm smoothing the leather that I use for my work."

"Smooth?"

Die added to the mariage asking back.

"It means making the hides of cows and pigs, as Maria knows, firm and smooth."

"... what do you mean?

I don't know more and more about Mariage, and I look at her. The boy stopped and roughly opened one of the doors to his right.

Take a look, and instead of replacing him with the boy who made way, Die moved on. Mariage and Alvina follow.

Beyond the door, across the small room, was a pond.

A leaded pond, not photographing the color of the sky. The men of the inflexible body immerse their lower body in water and carefully rub something of the flattened red tea with a wooden clay.

The smell was bad enough to revive vomiting, but it was mixed with warm air and sprayed.

Look at ourselves changing our complexion, and the boy quietly closes the door.

"We will cover here the hides of cows and horses brought from the villages of the region. I smell like this because of my rotten guts and blood creeping up. First wash it in this room, then take the softened skin to the next room and wash it with water mixed with pigeon dung. The leathers that can be made by moving the rooms lined up in this aisle in turn are finally transported to the workshop of the craftsmen"

"You're not doing it in a local village."

The only plain Alvina shrugged looking out at the door.

"In this neighborhood, only Wang Du has luxurious water. There is also a village of skincare in the east, where you can also wear leather plates."

"Huh.... Earlier in the room, there was a technique in place to trap the stench, but here it still stinks because of this water?

"Yep."

The boy, who affirmed Alvina's questioning, dropped his gaze on the waterway.

Waterways flowing with teared water.

"I'm going through a few filtration procedures from each room, and they're flowing in here, and the conditioning magician's gone, and the water hasn't gotten much cleaner lately."

"Where does it flow at the end?

To Die's question out of curiosity, the boy pointed to the cobblestone.

"Sewage. Well, don't worry, it's filtered properly by then."

Finishing his explanation, he turned his heel back.

They're exacerbating the shortage of magicians everywhere. Die looked up quietly at his neighbor's friend.

But he just didn't want to get a request for adjustments here. Alvina slowly takes her gaze off. Die, who smiled bitterly at her like that, captured Mariage's figure at the edge of his sight as he broke his body and leaned against the wall, rushing over to her.

"Dear Maria, are you okay?

Die peered into his face as he rubbed Mariage's back. The stench must have caused it. Its face is soiled through pale.

Alvina looks over Die's shoulder at Mariage and suggests to her care.

"Are you okay? Shall I carry you?

But when Mariage corrected her posture to support Die's arm, she began walking loosely.

"No problem..."

To the boy who waited a little further down the aisle, she asks.

"Hey, beyond this door. Are you sure you want to take a look at everything?

Die shouted in surprise.

"Dear Maria!?

What the hell are you going to say to me about how I'm going to fall?

She stares at the peeling die. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes were telling you.

"Hey, can I see it?

"I don't mind..."

To Mariage, who repeatedly asks, the boy affirms with hesitation. I guess he also thinks it would be better to get some rest through here soon.

Back to back with the surrounding thoughts, Mariage insists.

"Then show me. I want to see it all."

"Dear Maria,"

"Die."

She looked back with her earthy face on and said resolutely.

"I'm here to see. I'm here to see this city. So... I'll see everything I can see and I'll go home."

Okay, you know what, Mariage pushes caution on the die and gives instructions to the boy to open the door.

Alvina tapped him lightly on the shoulder of the dazzling die.

"Let him do what he wants. If I have to, I'll be there."

I look up to my friend, and Die groans.

"A hug..."

"I can carry enough."

Closed one eye, Alvina pointed forward.

"Look, they're gonna leave you,"

To Alvina's point, Die turned to the front. Ahead of what she shows, Mariage is about to enter the next room at some point.

Really, I wonder what Mariage is thinking.

Die was increasingly puzzled and exhaled from the bottom of his belly.