The Queen’s Cosmetician

"It's gonna rain."

Die looked up in the direction that Alvina, walking next door, pointed to. Contrary to her words, there is a dyed blue spread in the sky. There is no cloud.

Late to the mariages, the Dies entered the castle, though not all servants. He is now escorted by a soldier of guidance and on his way to the depot.

"Is it really going to rain?

Alvina nodded, flushing the suspicious gaze Titianna directed at her.

"Yeah."

"Doesn't look like it at all, but hey"

"I saw the rain clouds when I left home."

That said, I guess I actually read it from the devil. Die guessed looking over the side of Alvina.

"Are you all right..."

Titianna will look anxious that way because there will be speeches by the queen candidates from now on and a march to make the elected queen public. Both are scheduled outdoors.

"It's okay. It starts at night when you get down."

When it's all over by then, Alvina undertakes. Titianna loosened her face to relief.

"Good."

"Titi!"

Titianna speeds up her legs as she is called by the samurai who were walking in front. Alvina murmured emotionally next to the die who was chasing her back with her eyes as she strayed into a group going ahead.

"Yes, that's good."

"Right."

Die agreed with Alvina.

"Finally...... Queen's race is over"

The throne, which has been blank since Eirene collapsed, is finally filled. The long queen's electorate is coming to an end. Whoever is chosen as queen, Die's life will change from now on.

"That's not what I meant."

Alvina smiled bitterly.

"Once you've made a paragraph, you can make up with Heath."

Poked into the void, Die opened his eyes. The problem I've been pushing around the corner for a while now, I hang my head and erode my consciousness.

"You mean make up...... I don't even know if I can do it. That one's the same."

I wonder how many days have passed since Heath started rejecting me. If they get so thoroughly cold already, they go through anger and sadness, they laugh.

Previously, we were extremely busy with each other before today, so we rarely looked at each other. It was still bearable for that matter, but it won't be the same in the future.

If Mariage is officially queen, the other faces will remain in the Mizwieri family, which will be treated as separate houses for the queen's quiet rest, and only Die and his two will go up to the castle. Correctly, you will be re-employed in the castle as the queen's sidekick. Even in the unlikely event that Mariage was not chosen, he is a comrade who will support the Mizwieri family. Whatever the outcome, the relationship needed to be repaired.

But you're lucky about that method.

"I don't know what to do anymore..."

Alvina stroked the sighing die's hair to work.

"There's a consolation meeting today, isn't there?

"Oh, did you hear that?

Tonight, alcohol is behaved by servants at the Mizwieri house. Sounds like Heath's idea. I didn't think it had to be today, but I was convinced that it would be harder for Mariage to get together with her servants when she became queen.

"Yeah. That's just great. If you take your time discussing delicious food and alcohol."

"Regardless of the food, I can't drink..."

"Heath's gonna be okay, right? Alcohol cheers people up and lightens their mouths. It's okay, if it turns out, you'll exhale and talk to me properly."

"... I hope so"

In the beginning, Die also told herself she was okay, but repeatedly disappointed, to the point that she can no longer be optimistic.

"Mr. Alvina!

Alvina, who was stroking Die's head, is also called to the Titiannas. Sending an eye out to Die, she widened her stride and caught up with the previous group.

A vast castle on the top, bottom, left and right with multiple layers. Though the place to get in is limited, its scope alone has the breadth to lightly swallow the Mizwieri, No and Gertrude mansions. If the two soldiers hadn't led the way, they would have gotten lost by chance. The soldier who serves as the temple, entwined by a curious samurai, explains the structure of the castle in a puzzling manner. Looking sideways at them, Die blinked at the brush of the painting past his sight.

Called by the painting, move your legs. hung on the wall. Sticked to it, Die groaned.

"Dad."

The painter's signature belonged to my father.

It is a religious painting with the subject of the Virgin and the Knight. Die also paints a passage of the Devil's Duchy Founding History in a deep oil color.

- And the Virgin shall set up the kingdom of the Reds, hoping for the peace of her sons unto the devil, and shall keep her in the land of Maboba.

The knight mourns her death lying in the cathedral coffin, kneeling beside her, pressing her forehead against the pattern of a sword protruding on the floor.

- Heaven is a green garden with the finest ease of the world. The earth is like a prison that binds demons in misery. Lord, peace be upon our beloved Virgin, free from prison.

(... I heard you have quite a few arms because you're about to pile up some money for my mother)

To the castle, I didn't know they had donated such huge paintings, etc.

Exhale with your fingers at the visible handwriting left in the corner of the painting.

And to the silence surrounding the die, he returned to me.

Blood catches my heart.

There is no one in the wide hallway.

Only one person was left behind.

"What? The die?

She arrived at the castle and was moved to a room that was addressed to her as a Mizwieri family.

Heath had a headache in the resulting report.

"It's my fault... I didn't see it properly"

"Titianna, Die is not a child."

Everyone treats the die like a toddler from the outside, but she's fifteen. I can take care of myself. There is absolutely no need for Titianna to feel responsible. By and large, I wonder what the hell the soldiers in the role of lord were doing. He was the one who should have been blamed for his negligence.

"Heath."

Alvina, who was talking to the soldiers she was guiding earlier, walks over.

"They want someone to come because the soldiers don't know the face of the die, but I'm coming."

"Wait. … I'll go instead"

She looks back at Heath unexpectedly, twisting her neck.

"But Heath, you're busy, aren't you?

"It's all over."

There's nothing more I can do.

There's nothing I can do.

But I had a feeling.

Today, over.

It's all over.

Will I rejoice when I see its shape?

Or will it despair?

Heath smiled.

"You ladies please stand by. I'll go find the die."

Too stupid.

(I thought I'd get lost again, what about myself...)

As he walked with a pussy, Die groaned in his chest. The corridor is idle and unpopular, and I don't even see the shadow of a soldier who should be positioned anywhere. Now it's the same as when you got lost in the Gertrude family.

I didn't realize it when I was being guided, but the corridors were quite intertwined and intersecting everywhere with streets of different widths. There are also stairs. While we were wandering around not knowing where we were all headed, we couldn't even go back to where we were, and we were perfectly lost.

What shall I say without calling this an idiot? Die sighed, turning a corner unknown several times.

And to a different view than before, stop.

"That."

It was a garden.

It was somewhere lonely, a garden with signs long forgotten by people. There are no flowers, the green pruned in alignment shape surrounds the site and separates it from the separate building.

From there, the cheer arrives in the wind.

(Oh, guys, could it be that side?

Were you entering a different place from the one you were travelling in while you were straying?

I wonder if it would be quicker to pierce the shortest distance than to go down the maze corridor poorly, going out into the garden over the trunk. The grass that grew up was soft as blue, the odder given the season. By the way, there are carved stone columns of sorcery lettering, so they may be managing plant growth with a surgical ceremony.

Oops.

There is a loud cheer.

Besides, the distance is close.

Die figured out the direction of his voice and ran out. I felt guilty about trampling and vandalizing the lawn, but I can't even stand still on this occasion.

The densely grown hedges were extraordinarily high and did not inhibit the steps of the die. Occasionally, branch leaves hooked the ends of hair and clothes, but that's all. I thanked my little body for all this time.

Dive through the plants and where you arrived that way.

"... Huh? You're a rare customer."

One girl sat, followed by an escort.

The little shadow I finally found after walking around the castle went out into the garden over the fence before I could speak. After a careful look around me, I run away.

"What are you thinking..."

Heath accidentally poisoned. The castle has restricted areas where it can be moved. Regardless, the garden she's about to break through is an impenetrable realm. I can assure you that she deviated from the other servants on purpose. But if they walk around like this, they could be alerted by the soldiers of the castle. How could I not wait in an adult, deviant place?

She's horribly smart, horribly stubborn, and horrible, out of between.

"What's wrong?

A soldier's man asks when searching for a die with Heath. They didn't notice what she looked like.

Heath replied, conscious of the cosmetician disappearing behind the hedge of the garden.

"The shadows moved there and there. but I was wondering which one to go after."

The man alternated between the two directions Heath pointed out - the garden and the end of the hallway in the direction of the day after tomorrow, and nodded.

"Okay. I'll come over there. Lord Liveau goes that way. Straight ahead, we'll go back to the first corridor and our people will be waiting. If you can't find who you're looking for, go straight back."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble"

Confirming Heath's consent, the man rushes out to the back of the hallway. Dropping off that back, Heath turned her heel back and crossed the garden fence.

Zero sighs as he follows in Die's footsteps.

The repeated question raised his head in the back of his chest.

-... what the hell am I doing?

Why did you stop Alvina and go out looking for a die instead? I should have left everything to you. Yet not only have I bought unnecessary labor, but I am even shaking off my soldiers to shelter her going out into the garden without permission.

It's ridiculous.

Really.

Heath scratches the hedge as she pounds her tongue. The broken branches told me that the die had passed. Follow the trail carefully. The thick leaves pushed his hands back hard and sometimes hurt him.

I heard the cheers of people rallying from afar. She's probably relying on this voice to move around.

Soft shrub branches become. A bounced leaf slaps him like he remembers his crossing arm.

Heath, who finally exhaled over the hedge, breathed into people's signs.

A chair sits in a pompous and empty space, with a small figure sitting on it. Heath, who turned to confirm, swallowed his spit. I didn't have to throw anyone any questions.

I don't know the contour of my face because it wraps my head softly with an embroidered shiny thin cloth. But he was limited among the nations whose crest showed, such as those who wore the engraved pale pale pale costume of the national seal with eagles and swords.

I would be invited as a guest, the queen of neighbouring Perfilia.

Serenesti Yerni Perfilia.

The queen, who could only follow one escort, was circling her eyes at a sudden visitor, but eventually laughed with pieces of her hands and feet splashed like a child.

"Hahaha that's crazy! Well, I thought it was a place where no one would come at all, but it goes through a lot!

Heath frowned. Various, which means that someone went through here before me, too.

There is only one possibility. To Heath, who patrolled to see if she should be asked where she was, the queen lifted her silk-wrapped right hand and pointed directly next to it.

"Fine. I'm in a good mood right now. Shall I forgive you for not saying anything?

Forgive the intruder without warning.

The queen laughs thinly and adds.

"... hurry up"

Heath thanked me back. Heading early enough in the direction of the Queen's fingers.

Out of impatience, the back of his chest was making annoying noises like an early bell.

Soon after he was relieved that he had slipped through the garden, the die had been swallowed by a wave of people.

(Really, makes me want to curse the detours...)

The destination we reached was an outdoor square, overflowing with young and old men in a vortex of excitement. I was drawn to the wheel shortly to see what kind of people they are, and they are in a messy state right now.

Still, I was able to get back to where others were, and I felt comfortable. I can't thank the girl who taught Die the way.

The girl who had a seat in the corner of the courtyard was a guest from another country. He said he was in a position where he would have to watch the queen candidate's speech if he was supposed to, but he was bored and out of his seat, killing time on that spot.

(It was beautiful)

The face that was peeking through the thin silk gap was neat, and the hair that could be zeroed was golden. The ivory-reminiscent skin was smooth, and my arm as a makeup artist ached that if I put the color powder on it, I would be able to see it sagging.

(and one amazing)

Die looked around again on all sides. Everyone was enthusiastic about consolidating their surroundings and couldn't afford to answer Die's queries. I know from the content of their story that the Queen's candidate is speaking nearby, but everything else was refreshing.

Drunk and unconscious to people.

The moment I thought I was going to fall down again, I grabbed my arm hard and Die jumped up to surprise.

"Huh!?

The hand of the man is holding the thin arm of the die.

Sliding his gaze on that arm transmission, Die remembered the urge to cry and clog his throat, roughing his chest like a storm, in the thin, pale eyes that met him.

(Heath)

"Oh, it's over."

Queen candidate Melia Carsung, who finished her speech, smiled at relief as she entered during the refrain. A proud face that everything went well. Mariage twisted her neck as she watched softly.

"Confident, Merliah."

"Yeah, everybody, you listened very carefully to me. I'm sure I'll be chosen."

Merliah narrows her eyes with clarity. She's not the only one. The other two, who had already finished their speeches, had returned with the same certainty of their own election. No wonder they react the same way.

"What's the basis for that?

"Rationale?"

All I'm saying is, don't ask me anything funny, but Melia puts on her face. But the eyes she turned to Mariage soon included pity.

"Poor Mariage. You're anxious about what's to come. It's okay. I won't abandon you. I'll choose you as my talker."

"Merliah, I'm asking you why you thought you could be queen."

Melia frowns uncomfortably.

"Watch your mouth. Why do you think I can't be queen?

But Kristel and Sylviana think the same thing.

"Those kids just don't know who they are. The queen will be me. It's settled."

"So why?

"That's what your father said."

"... what?

Mariage was pounded into the void and raised a dumb voice in an overly ridiculous response that she had not expected.

"Your father said so. I have everything ready downstairs. Being queen depends on whether or not you can ask well."

"Please?"

"Yes. Throughout the speech, to everyone who votes. I did good."

Melia smiled. He seemed to have no doubt that he would be queen. I guess that means the audience's reaction to the speech was as expected.

I know what that is. It was to have mercy on everyone, to grant asylum, and to wish for the happiness of the land. May everyone be happy. Mariage could not hide her disgust at their appearance, which she describes without cowardice.

"... Merliah"

"Hey, Mariage?

Mariage asked Meliá, smiling disguised as the eagle fry that the top shows below.

"When you become queen, what country do you want to create?

"If you could be queen, what country would you like to build?

Once upon a time, the question that Arishuel threw at Mariage remains intact.

"I don't know, I don't know"

Melia responded instantly.

"That's what Arishel said, too. But there are people who think about your country and move it, right? Isn't that what I don't have to think?

I'll leave the rest to all of you.

Mariage is nauseated by the queen's candidacy to transfer responsibility very naturally. I guess she doesn't know what basis her father and others claim she can be queens on.

"Dear Mariage Mizwieri"

Called by the guide's civilian, Mariage stood up. The appearance placed beside me passes my sight. Mariage nearly smiled at her face as she moved there.

Erase the contents of the pre-prepared speech, which was recited in the back of the brain until earlier. Instead, in the back of his chest, he felt the fire of struggle, shaken.

Engage the hem of the costume and walk slowly.

I stopped my leg once in front of Meliá, who stops me from going, Mariaj said.

"Retreat. Meliá Carsn. It's in the way of walking."

You're under pressure, she paves the way for a lot of people.

Mariage stayed loose and stepped on the carpet.

A civilian opens the door leading to the terrace.

A feverish cheer surrounded the mariage all at once with a warm breeze.