The Queen’s Cosmetician

After the entire tour, Mariage collapsed on the spot.

With the cold cloth gently in her eyes, Die zeroed his sigh. On Miguel's sleeping table, Mariage sleeps with a blue-white face. Alvina had taken her seat off to get some water, and only the two Dies were left in her rented friend's private room.

Raise your hips from the chair and walk over to the window. A bunch of alleys. Young craftsmen are encouraged to train beneath a rain-fed cloth in a house. The children ran around trying to sew between them, and in the waterway the women were washing their clothes.

A glimpse, a narrow but lively life in the back streets.

At night the lights are brilliant and people move. The workshop doesn't sleep. Everyone in the backstreet doesn't sleep.

"Die."

Looking back at the call. At the door of the room, Miguel stood.

"What about your daughter?

With the door closed behind his back, he asks.

"As you can see. I have endured well."

"Were you okay?

"It was a good battle with Flower Street perfume"

"I see."

Miguel laughed at Die's response as she pulled her chair and sat back.

"Thank you, Miguel"

Die thought to himself, bowing his head to him.

"Give me a quick mouthful."

Thank you had been completely delayed, but it was only with Miguel's mouthfeel that I was able to successfully complete my tour of the workshop.

"I'm not obsessed. It's not a big deal."

"But it helped. Thank you."

Miguel shrugged in illumination as Die repeated his apologies. Like telling him not to worry, he waves gently left and right.

And -... strange silence, drifting.

Die opened his mouth to deceive the uncomfortable he remembered.

"You're up at noon now, aren't you?

Miguel nodded.

"Geeg is my morning job. This is what happens when you combine."

"How did it go with him?

"I was wholesale the merchandise in our house. the tannery he made in his hobby."

"Alvey and you are a jerk."

"Yes, my friend and acquaintance are mostly customers. You're one of them."

"Yep."

"Die."

"Yes."

Miguel's eyes, looking at the die alone, have never been darker.

He has asked with a voice that has killed the discouragement.

"Rowen is, really, dead, isn't he?

Put aside for a short while, Die drew his jaw to affirmation.

"Yep."

-... from Dadan, you must have heard.

Because he should have gone to tell Miguel what was going on after Rowen died.

Miguel took the sneezing cigarette out of his nostalgia. Light it up and smoke it slowly. In the dim room, the white muscles shelved loosely.

"... he's a pain in the ass, the princess caught me."

Pinch the cigarette back in your finger, Miguel said.

"... you asked Dadan?

"No. To Rowen.... he told me all kinds of things after the restaurant went doomed. … that's what the last conversation was about."

To hide the damp sound, Miguel exhales smoke all over his head. Die stared silently at the foggy purple smoke.

After that raid, Rowen explained the situation, Dadan said. I guess Miguel was listening with me on the spot.

Then Miguel must be feeling it.

What the hell is the girl that Die brought in like?

"... get involved even though you're a pain in the ass. Hey, you're doing it."

Through Rowen's story, even Dadan realized that the queen's candidate cosmetician, who bridged him with Arishuel only once, was a die. Miguel, who's been dating Die for a long time, can't be confused.

"I hate nobility."

With his cheekstick poked, he turned his gaze to Mariage, Miguel said.

"Bring in all the trouble. Every trouble...... always involves us with unsolicited troubles"

"Miguel"

Die shook his head sideways hesitantly.

"Rowen, no. He... from himself"

Whatever the way we met, there was no way Rowen neglected Arishuel's existence. He threw himself into love with Arishuel.

"No, I got caught up in it"

Miguel said. In a different, resolute tone than usual.

"If you ask me, the princess, the house is tough and she can't breathe, she must have escaped, right? I jumped on Rowen when I ran into him there. Rowen jumped because he was a man with no connection to tying the princess. He... Rowen, really, loves you like an idiot, so pity the princess... so"

At Miguel's disposal, once stuck in words, the banks and ashes fall. But he doesn't show the bare hands that matter. Blinkless fox eyes stare into the void.

His fingers pinching the cigarette were trembling.

"Rowen had a good separation."

His voice to resume the conversation was also trembling.

"The silliness of what a disguised love is, he knew it right. I can't believe the great nobleman tried to relate to people on this side like that, it's just a reality escape. I can't believe I'm in love, or I can because I'm thinking of something sweet and sweet about weather guys who have never roughed up their hands at work and can handle running away even if they're in different identities. They don't think about the side that gets caught up. As a result of being involved...... look!! Rowen is dead......!!

Miguel is a step away from others as the owner of a store who also treats unknown things as customers.

This is the first time Die has seen him so absurd in his voice that he thinks of others.

"... Miguel..."

Miguel laughed weakly at Die's call, attracting the ashtray and putting the cigarette down. Still staring at it spitting out thin smoke, he shrugs.

"... you know. It doesn't have to be noble, you have to die to die.... If you don't mind the back streets, you'll be in Maburoba in no time."

Still.

Miguel covered his face with both hands.

"I resent myself. I got him involved in an unexplained affair, the princess..."

At that invisible mouth, he engraves a bitter smile.

"... I told him when our store was destroyed. I'm not getting involved anymore. Just leave the country. If you're sorry about our store being destroyed, so be it."

But Rowen got involved with the last daughter he ever loved.

Because Die brought in the story that she was missing.

Rowen couldn't help but look for Arishuel...

"Die, I don't care if I tell you to stay out of this, there's nothing more I can do."

Miguel, with her face raised from her hand, groans at her daughter as she lays on her back on the sleeping table.

"Then at least you're not dying. Don't die. Don't die."

Don't die, he said.

Die stared blurredly at the man who would even repeat himself.

A thoughtful man. But he was once my mother's guest, too. I know that from time to time he narrows his eyes to nostalgia and sees her watermarked on the die.

"... is that because I'm that guy's mule?

"Don't be silly."

Miguel cut the question out of frustration and threw it away.

"It's up to you because you're my friend."

Die smiled. Though I thought it was careless, I was glad to think that Miguel would still disturb me the same way I do now after I die.

"No matter what country it flows into, the better, the quicker it dies"

Miguel said. Like a monologue.

"... I want a country where good guys don't die, bored..."

The look was so empty.

"I'm going to Flower Street next."

It is time to go back to the Mizwieri family, and Mariage, who finally wakes up, orders Die to do the work.

"Huh? Were you still going to Flower Street?

Die accidentally leaked his bitterness as he folded the cloth that was addressed to her forehead. Mariage, pointing at the tip of his mouth.

"I thought you said you were going to Flower Street from the beginning."

"But it's too late."

"I heard the flower streets are in production at night."

"That's right...... So if I go now, they'll treat me like I'm in the way."

"If you don't try that, you'll never know."

"Dear Mariage!

It is the limit of patience when I come here too. Squeezing the cloth, Die screamed.

"Enough, please! If you don't go home, you'll annoy everyone, and you'll be worried! If you wanted me to show you around the flower district, I would do it again after the Queen's race!

"No."

"So!

"Die, please"

Die stunned and stunned his breath at the words of a plea from Mariage he had heard for the first time.

Mariage, waking her torso on the bedside, is squeezing the hanging cloth tightly. Cut feathered face. Those walnut-colored eyes had a thin membrane strained.

"I can't. It has to be now. It's too late. I want to see it now. Now's the time."

"... really, what happened? Dear Mariage,"

Mariage's stubborn behavior brings the edge to the meeting with Rudia.

There was probably something going on with her.

"I'll talk to you if you show me around the flower district."

Coming this far, Mariage still pierces her silence.

Well, then, no. I can't keep listening without knowing why.

With the help of the young people in the workshop. But we have to drag her into the carriage and send her back to the Mizweeri family. What frustrated Die's nose so determined was the sound of a light knock on the door.

"Alvey."

Die looked back at her who had been back at some point, tanned.

"Why don't I show you around?

Alvina takes the back she was keeping from the edge of the door, which remained open, and suggests as she walks over to the die.

"That's good, Die. I'm telling you why I'll talk to you later. Why don't we go out with you?

"But..."

"Don't worry about Heath. I've been in touch with you since it's getting late."

Die shouted as she raised her voice to the woman who leaked a laugh with her standing index finger against her lips.

"Hey, why would you do that!?

Alvina stares back unexpectedly at the disputing die.

"So this is the time, then. How did you work harder than planned, so you never went over to contact me, did you?

"... but that's true"

The sun will soon fall. I can't live up to my promise to Heath that I'll be back by sundown. Alvina's judgment is correct.

But I wanted you to talk to me in advance.

"... when did you contact me?

"Hmm? Was that just now?

"Now?"

Die frowned in surprise. Only slightly while Alvina was out of her seat, except when Mariage went to get some water right after she collapsed. Very not long enough to ask someone to entrust it to you.

"Oh. I didn't ask people to."

You must have read your mind. Before the die asked how, Alvina said.

"I sent the devil out."

"The devil?

"Yeah."

She smiled and nodded.

"I'll show you when I get back. If she is, I can get in touch with Heath right away. If you go to the florist and it seems to be slower than expected, I'll tell him again. Don't you feel safe then?

What the hell makes you feel safe?

Die hastily swallowed the criticism out to his throat. Set aside a beat and calm your mind, try and calmly argue with Alvina.

"... that's not the problem, Alvey. I contacted you, so it's not like you're going home late enough, is it?

"But, Die. I'll listen to you when you're desperate. Even you don't want to tell me why, but you're desperate to ask people to do it every time?

Alvina preached to Die with such a soft voice against the child.

"Right?"

Even when asked to consent as such, Die could not respond honestly. The assertion that we should return to the Mansion now should not be wrong.

On the other hand, don't feel like you're the bad guy.

"Leave Heath alone."

To the silent die, Mariage said arm in arm.

"That doesn't make any difference whether you go home now or later. Why don't you go home now, me and him, and you can blame them both, or you can go home later and preach from him alone?

"In the end, it's no different to be scolded..."

Besides, I can tell from her mouth that she can blame herself. Die dropped his shoulder. It's just a short amount of time swinging by Mariage, and I might as well go home now.

"Die."

Mariage lowers her voice and calls on Die.

"You know, who do you think is your husband, him or me?

It's a stupid question, I thought.

Die answers immediately.

"It's Lady Mariage. Of course, right?

"But you're gonna be emotional when it comes to Heath. Trying to make him a priority."

"Dear Mariage,"

"I'll ask you again."

Her voice, as a reminder, was magical.

"Which life do you choose, me or him?

Confused by the stuffing, Die dropped his gaze.

I don't remember getting that emotional in front of Mariage about Heath. Die tries to prioritize his judgment because it's more muscular.

Heath is not my husband or anything.

He is.

To him, what you are holding - …….

He shook his head with a pretense, and Die looked to Mariage.

"... I get it, already"

Two to one is bad minutes. With the intention of surrendering, groan low.

"I'll show you. But, Mariaj, please do exactly as I say."

"... don't be with a child who disappears into a gap you've taken your eyes off."

Ignoring the mariage pointing his mouth, Die exhaled in exuberance.

"If this happens, I'll go out with you. Yeah, let me hang out with you."

Until her mind is done.