The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Dear Livot!!

Intrusive voices forced them to stretch their bodies at the same time.

Heath's face, which was in front of him, leaves. Twisting his torso while holding the die, he looked back at the entrance to the study and slightly glanced at him.

The voice delivered through the door belongs to the head of the samurai.

I was looking for him, Laura Huntingdon.

"Master Liveau, are you not here? Dear Livot!!

The usual rushing seeping voice of their girlfriends. I guess I jumped into the room where the lights were supposed to be off, raised my voice, etc.

Heath pinches and upwards with both hands the cheeks of a die who is surprised at what is going on. And he whispered in a low, plundering voice.

"Stay in your room"

"... Huh?

"In the annex... in your room. Because we need to talk. I'll be there later."

Matching his forehead with that of a die, Heath smiles.

"... wait"

The voice was sweet everywhere like honey and crept into my ear. Heath stood up and turned back her heels, confirming the die, who nodded as she was asked. I walked straight to the door and opened the door with a quick gesture.

"What can I do for you?

Faced the neighbor as he inquired, Heath closes the door behind her back.

"You were still here"

Through the door, Laura's slightly stiff voice sounded.

"Hey, I need to talk to you."

"Is this about tomorrow?

"No. Separately."

"Separate cases?"

"Yep.... Dear Livort"

Suddenly, Laura lowers her voice.

"I want to..."

Pinching the silence, Heath also dropped the tone again.

"… let's change places"

"... would be"

"So... hehe"

The loose ends, the footsteps and the door opening and closing sounded in a hurry, and the signs of the two went away.

The silence returns.

Die, relieved on the spot for a while, slipped his sloppy body holding a blanket that remained on his lap and lay down on a bench. He roars low at the itching that lingers in the core of his body while rounding up like a fetus.

It was very fortunate that no one came to see how things were going.

When the door opens, your man whips into the horse.

Mariage moaned as she left herself to the swing of the carriage, which began to run towards the Mizwieri family.

"... is"

It sounds good when it comes to the mindset of the reign ceremony that will take place at a later date, but in short, it is a sermon. Don't do that. You must not do this. From the right foot at this time. From my left foot at this time.

There are fine arrangements in the social world as well, but that was more than I imagined of the Queen's ritual.

Mariage is never better remembered. It is a story that is more impossible to remember everything in a few moments after being elected queen. Mariage herself admitted that she had the lowest memory and motor nerves compared to the other candidates.

(... after all, isn't it some mistake for me to be queen?

Mariage sighed zeroly at the fatigue and depression accumulated in just one day today.

By now the servants will be having a banquet.

It was Heath who devised it. Celebration or consolation? Regardless of the name, Mariage gave permission to the servants once the Queen's race was over, claiming that they also wanted to give them quite a reward. Because I could honestly agree with Heath that we should work for everyone who supported the Mizwieri family in the midst of misery. I guess the difference in power between him and who he is able to follow lies in the way he is attentive to these families and subordinates.

But if it was Heath before, wouldn't he have said so much about trying to do something to the servants? At the time of his father's death, and even after he took the position of deputy from his father, he had a step back. I didn't like the eyes that were always cold. I wondered if there was blood through it. I didn't trust you.

Since when did I not remember so much resistance to that Heath word? Sometimes I was angry, but also more convincing.

Maybe it's because Heath's words have fewer thorns.

Maybe it's because I found out that his eyes soothe properly.

His eyes, staring at the makeup girl, are terribly tender. Always mindful of her, putting her at the edge of her sight. That hasn't changed, even now that the two of us are getting along oddly.

The person he really wanted to work for must be her.

Because Die trusts that man upright.

Because no matter how you are treated, you shelter and believe in him.

Mariage also started to trust Heath quite a bit. As a result, his attitude seems to have softened considerably.

Nevertheless, it doesn't turn into a hassle.

(Is it a sermon when you leave?)

When I met him face to face at the castle, Heath didn't say anything about what was going on today, but I can't say that I don't have any small talk about not carrying things along with the meeting. Even if it did, I wanted it to be brief. I've heard so many stories in the castle that I'm sick of it. It's time to rest your ears.

It's not just the ears. I wanted to lay down my temperamental body quickly.

(Still, you still don't get there...?

The main residence of the senior nobility is basically distributed adjacent to the castle. There shouldn't be that much distance.

Mariage fronted at the window frame in frustration, where she realized, fuh, that the carriage was not running.

I was told to wait, but how long should I wait?

It's been awhile since I lay down on my own bedroom, rolling left and right, waiting for Heath, but there's no sign of him coming. Could I be making fun of myself? Tired of continuing to roll, the die lay on his back, exhaling in exasperation.

(Dear Mariage, I can't come back.)

Pretty slow carving limit, but I hear Mariage is still in custody at the castle.

It was about time the feast was open.

I have to go help clean up. Though I tried to wake up my torso thinking so, my hips are heavy.

"... what's the story?"

Sighing all around, Die was alone.

We need to talk, Heath said. So when you get to the room. It was the first time he had stated so.

Heath was careful not to step into the die room. I guess that's because as long as it's a relationship between a boss and a subordinate, you've decided that showing someone else more intimate than necessary is not a good idea, and after the gender is revealed, you're also concerned that Die is a woman. Ever since he started showing rejection - though I would simply have avoided it.

I think of the feel of his hand.

Sweet, pale eyes. Heart sounds and exhales that were beside you.

Fever erodes the body.

Die shook his head and got off the sleeping table thinking about drinking even water.

"Ugh...... I want to crash"

Hold down your head from overthinking or gaining weight and flutter under the water drain. The die, which took it in his hand, placed on a small round table, peered and looked at the window at the unusual intensity of the Influence Master, which stretched from his feet.

Night without the moon.

Outside, which is supposed to be sinking in the dark, the light is blinking.

Sounds like a grunt, sounding late to it.

Whoa, whoa...

"Kamiko?

As I responded to the whining, the sky cracked into the light again.

Put it down for a few beats and thunderbolt again.

Dark clouds A sky that can stand in. It doesn't seem to be raining yet, but it would be a matter of time.

Die, who questioned whether the mariage still to return would be all right, accidentally jumped off the scene to the shadow of a specialty illuminated by thunder.

Don, and the low sound rocks heaven again.

I didn't even show myself to the sound of it, and there was one bird, staring at the die from outside the window.

"... bird, is it"

It would have been due to the angle of light that the shadow of the bird on the floor looked like that of a giant man. Die stroked his chest down, regaining his mind and drawing water.

Put your mouth on the high cup and check the window horizontally.

The birds are still there.

Eagles or eagles. Raptors. I thought it was unusual, such as coming down to places where people like this are.

Drink up the water. Place the tall cup on the table.

The bird's dark eyes still reflect what a die looks like.

Exactly when the die approached the window remembering the oddity, the bird flew away to escape.

Or.

A spear of light is thrust down from heaven.

Open the window. The humid wind blew and disturbed the air in the room.

The die, who dropped off the bird ascending into the sky, blinked when he found himself accustomed to seeing it on the ground.

(Heath)

And Laura.

Two main deputies and a samurai head were walking towards the garden grove. The combination is by no means strange. When I spoke earlier, I took him out of the room.

The inexplicable thing was this time of year.

Late at night, and from now on, it's going to rain.

Or.

The light flashes. The shadow of the garden that emerges. It slowly buries into darkness and is illuminated again by thunder.

The two figures were sucked into the back of the woods as light and darkness staggered.

Die, who had been following their remnants for a while, closed the window and turned back his heel.

Grabbing the jacket and locking it also leaves the room somewhere.

And ran out the quiet hallway.

Something was terrible, I had a bad feeling.

"I don't know where he went! Well, I wonder if you fell asleep somewhere drunk with alcohol."

Titianna is pointing her mouth in front of the treat she splits for the die. Heath said she was showing up at the feast with her samurai head, but there's no sign that the die who went looking for him would return.

"Is Die that vulnerable to alcohol?

Licking the liquor tinkly, Alvina asked.

"Yeah. Pretty much. I didn't know that before, so I let him have two drinks and he fell asleep in the hallway."

"Heh, that's happening."

Alvina stood up and laughed. He's really an indispensable, tireless kid on the subject.

But dating was also about the limit.

It will be difficult to create an opportunity to see her coming up to the castle. For once, as a face-to-face greeting, I didn't mean to get involved any more.

Others are convenient for free time. That's fine.

Drinking up with the feeling of masochism, Alvina stood up.

"Even if you haven't fallen in the hallway, aren't you feeling sick and resting in your room?

I don't know how far liquor that just licked affected the die. But if you're that vulnerable to alcohol, it's not an impossible story.

"Oh, well. You have it."

"I'll take that treat for you?

"Yeah. I will. So if you're feeling better, you can help me clean it up."

"Well, it's already open."

While waiting for Titianna to rank, Alvina looked around the hall. The food is also flattened openly, and the plates that have become clean are superimposed and placed on the edge of the table. Everyone was in a good mood and thoroughly bickered.

We need to get Mr. Alvina's room ready.

"Thank you. Thank you for your time."

"It's okay. If it weren't for this kind of time, the three of us would have fun lining up our pillows."

Alvina smiled back.

They go through the hall side by side and out into the narrowed hallway of the light. Titianna stopped at the lid, looking at the window and hissing her eyebrows.

"Thunder."

Intermittently, light is plugged in from the outside. At the banquet seat, the noise that was lost in everyone's cheer was echoing as they packed a little distance from the mansion.

"Dear Mariage, are you all right?"

"Right.... How are the gatekeepers doing when this is the case?

"I'm in the cabin next to the gate, and when it gets dusty, you're gonna be trapped over there. Maybe I'll take some extra night meals to your eyes while you're at it. Well, I think you're hungry."

"Right."

They were also taking turns attending the feast, apparently. By now it would be in the lookout cabin, rubbing its swollen belly.

"... that?

"What's going on?

"People..."

Titianna, who answered Alvina's question unnecessarily, rushed out holding the plate. Chasing after her and turning down the hallway, the figure of a man who can also snugly flake on the wall jumps into view. He was one of the men in charge of guarding the mansion.

I guess Titianna found him through the window. This is just the other side of the courtyard from an earlier location. At the entrance and exit to get out into the garden, the man was unconscious.

Titianna, kneeling on the spot, puts the plate on the floor and rocks the man's shoulder with a pale face.

"Duh, what's wrong? Hey, hang on...!

"It's okay. He's just asleep."

"... Huh?

Alvina bent over and picked up a rolling cup at the man's disposal. It's the same cup used to behave like booze in the hall.

"That's crazy..."

Groans with a confused face as Titianna rises.

"'Cause Mr. Kilim said not to serve alcohol to everyone on the guard."

"Even if I did, I wouldn't drink until I fell asleep like this, would I? No, I've been patient. I don't even see a bottle."

Alvina, who was observing the cup, found traces of the demon and narrowed her eyes.

(... magic, not. Pills. Oh, you're not drunk. Just a coma)

What was in the cup is definitely booze. But it seemed to contain medicine in it.

Immediate sleeping pills, made according to spells.

From that point of view, a thread stretched under Alvina's consciousness made a sound, Rin.

It is an invisible thread that only shakes when a life-and-death crisis comes to those who exercise protection.

"... hey Titty. Will you look around and see what's going on with the other guards?

"Uh, yeah. I don't mind that, though."

"Maybe we should all look around if we can."

"... ok"

A lowered voice tells the seriousness of the matter out of the question.

Titianna nodded strangely, holding a plate and turning back to the hall.

Alvina sighed as she dropped that off.

There are two people with guardianship. I forgot to take it off.

"Uh, well, I don't want to get involved with each other."

But this is all I got for treating the booze. You can work for me once or so.

Alvina's whining melted into the void with her own appearance.

Run down the stairs and out into the courtyard where you see Heath and the others. Scratching each other in front of his jacket, Die jumped into the depressed woods.

My chest is dry.

Something's ringing the alarm.

Die shrugged all over his chest as he tried to be rushed and run.

(birds)

That bird was watching the die. Somewhere, I've seen it.

At first, yeah, sure.

(with Heath, when he was attacked by the opposition in the wilderness)

I remember the bird was swirling. Sometimes I thought in a hazy corner of consciousness that it was a slightly larger bird. When would it have been next? Oh, the day I got bored being a woman. With Heath, when I saw the morning burn on the roof. It was when I first asked him to call me his first name. Even then, a bird was flying through the sky, which had just begun to whiten. Only one, it was flying.

When would it have been next? I don't remember. But when I'm picking flowers for hair decoration in the garden. When standing by the window. When you go down to the city. Every now and then, there was a bird at the edge of my sight.

Birds and more are everywhere. Maybe it's weirder that you look familiar. But there was certainty.

The bird that always stared at the die is that bird.

(Earlier, Mr. Huntingdon said, "Bird")

I came to the office looking for Heath. She was relative to him, asking him something. It didn't come true to hear all the words, but she did say 'bird'.

I have one thing in mind.

"The Devil".

The bird Alvina had taken was imitating a raven. Heath saw it through at a glance. Though I thought it was because I had interacted with her before that I had instantly nursed her and was familiar with the devil.

-... if not, what if it wasn't?

Wasn't he also carrying a devil?

(Because that bird was always there, with Heath, when he was......!!!

That bird is not necessarily a devil.

If it's your fault. You just have to think about it.

But the codes were too aligned.

Shizuku hit his cheek.

I look up in the sky wondering if I'm finally starting to descend. A lump of pitch-black covering the sky is beginning to zero out the poppy droplets. Die quickened his legs even faster. The rotten soil was soft and showed the way with clear footprints of Heath and the others.

A little, out to the open. Circular space. Grass trees, neglected (maba), etc.

In the center of it, there were two shadows.

Die stopped. Zari, and step on the soil.

"... Heath"

In response to the call, a man turned around.

On the clap, an old woman beside him slowly lay down on the ground.

The sound of people falling.

Thunder illuminates the man's face.

He smiled with a crying face.

Keep those hands wet in blood.

The rain pounded the earth with increased intensity.