The Queen’s Cosmetician

Mariage, who went outside the carriage, looked up to heaven at the rain that had come down.

Darkness of pitch black. Cracks of light that go in between. Face the skyrocketing weather in the morning.

Mariage pinched up the hem of the costume so that she could not turn around in front of your podium.

"You, why aren't you moving the carriage?

The man holding the reins does not try to move while looking forward.

Horses trembling in the rain are kicking dirt in a restless manner. Black eyes like brown sugar candy balls seemed to be urging me to take them to the stables quickly.

Your man, he moved.

With his eyes open, he fell over. Fall straight out of your stand. Around the horse, screaming and swallowing at the abrupt event, Mariage hurried to beneath the man lying on the ground.

On the neck of the man, who looked down again, an elongated steel as long as his index finger stands at a sharp angle.

"... what, to? This."

"Huh."

A dull groan arrived in the ears of a pretentious and retreating mariage, thinking it belonged to a man. Take a breath and look around.

I couldn't find the guard's horse that was escorting Mariage.

Take another step, toward the rear, undisturbed from the obviously desperate one.

Huh.

A glimmer touched his neck.

My mouth is covered and I don't even get to scream.

Murdered, that moment that Mariage was prepared to do.

Yes, that's it.

A prolonged woman's voice, lacking tension, broke into the rain.

A woman appears after pushing the darkness at night. Did I see that contour shaking from a tremor that kept my teeth from engaging?

The mage with red copper hair smiled fluffily as she walked under the mariage.

"Mariage"

she said with a smile.

"It's okay, even if it moves. Opponent, because you can't move. Oh, but there's a dagger beside you, so be careful."

Surprisingly, as Alvina put it, the raiders didn't even move their fingertips, even as Mariage bent over and gently slipped out.

Escaped safely from the raider's nostalgia, Mariage rushed over to Alvina in a hurry. Hide behind her and look back.

The man in black, who was holding Mariage in captivity, remained as he was when he was pressing a blade against his neck, hardened as it had been petrified.

The only moving eyes of his represent a consternation.

"I'm sorry, man."

Alvina smiled at the man.

"It's a treat, so I thought I'd help you once or so."

The man stares sharply at Alvina. She shook her throat at at a swordswallowing laugh, tilting her throat and neck.

"Hey, you should be able to chat. Can you give me a clear reason why you're attacking this girl? Then I don't give a shit."

Depending on the response, Mariage complains that she intends to sell herself.

Alvina, who looked up, had no fine dust in her mouth about the joke.

"You think I'm gonna talk?"

In response to the raider, the sorcerer shrugs his shoulder.

"Then go. Because then I'll miss you."

The moment Alvina came on and moved her fingers, the man collapsed like a rolling doll with a broken thread. On his knees on the spot, he dwells the light of intent to kill in his eyes, gripping the dagger backwards, leaping like a spring.

"... stupid kids"

Alvina groaned pompously as she stared at the man who packed the distance at once and shook the blade down.

"I should have followed your advice honestly."

Prepared for bloodshed by the long Alvina, Mariage screamed without a voice.

A thin steel stands on the abdomen of the samurai's head. It was a dagger that was commonly used for personal protection and had only as many blades across the palm of the hand.

A red Shizukuishi is dripping from Heath's hand.

He stared at the die.

"I told you to wait."

Die moaned as he was uncomfortable with the rain entering his lips.

"... what the hell is this? Heath."

"Don't you see?

"... did you kill Mr. Huntingdon?

"Right. It won't be long before you die."

Now an emotional voice.

Looking down at the old woman, the bug breath, he continues his words.

"You've been seen in touch before. I was going to tease him, but he was watching. I got out of the way tonight."

"Ren, Ra?

Whimpering, Die shifted his gaze behind Heath. A bird is watching as she rests her feathers with a tree branch.

Definitely.

I was peeking through the window at the die, it was that bird.

"Go where... contact me... No, where were you, going, going?

"Perfilia"

The man said the name of the neighboring country.

"I'm just talking about going back to my country (or so).... I wanted a queen as a doll, but the trouble is, Master Mariage is unlikely to be able to play the role my Lord wants anymore.... and I no longer have to be in this country"

Die shook his head loose. I wanted to block my ears.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I have no idea what he's talking about.

It's just -...

"So I go back. To my Lord."

Only that he's about to leave here, I understand.

Huh, Heath laughed.

Give the right palm toward heaven, toward the die.

"Do you want to come with me? Deana."

he said.

"With me, will you go?

Not really, voice.

Sweet, soul-tangling voice everywhere, like honey.

Die was stepping out fluttered, like a bug drawn to the flames.

With him, go.

With him, live.

The temptation was so sweet. A hand that can be reached so as to break through the curtain of smoking rain. And he took his hand, and left the flower city, which was like a wave.

Outside, and.

"You made me queen."

The voice plundered the back of his brain, and Die stopped the leg he was moving.

"Follow me properly."

"... None"

"Until the End"

-... I became the queen's makeup artist.

"Don't."

The rejection spit out in such a way as to rip his throat, undisputed by the rain noise, which only increases in intensity, and woods spirits in the woods.

"Put Master Mariage down."

Contrary to the back of his white and cloudy eyelids, his throat was thirsty in tease.

"I shouldn't -...!!!"

Like spitting blood.

Like a scream, Die uttered a different word.

It was precisely at this moment that he and his own path were torn apart, which he had always done the same. I also had a feeling that this adoption would keep us apart forever.

Still, Die couldn't abandon Mariage. I couldn't leave the girl who had to carry the country.

Die nodded with certain loyalty to the new queen, who promised to keep the peace in this country on her own behalf.

That's why I can't go.

With him, I can't go.

With him, living, will not come true.

With him trying to discern the mariage...

A blade bluntly illuminating the thunder in the abdomen of the samurai's head seemed like a symbol of a wedge between them.

Beyond closed by rain and darkness, he hands down quietly. It has already been washed and cleansed, but it will not be stretched out with labor.

"... you betray?

Ask the man as he steps over the mud. Stopped in front of the die, he said, resolutely.

"This is not betrayal"

Die blinks, kicks the droplets out of his eyes and asks.

"From the beginning, was it decided?

Ever since we met.

Or, since before that.

Ever, ever.

This way, disappearing from before ourselves.

Heath nodded at Die's inquiry.

"Yes, it was decided from the beginning"

"Shh."

Words that come up in my chest come out with my mouth unwittingly.

I wanted to believe it was a lie.

He told us to let ourselves go.

"If it was decided from the beginning, how could you have been kind?

The attention and kindness shown by Heath to everyone was never false.

"Kind?"

Heath throated at the mockery. Lift your mouth distorted, he says.

"I have no recollection of feeling for you."

"Shh."

"It's not a lie"

You're the one who's lying.

Every day since I met him to this day, I run through my brain like an arrow.

He was always kind. At the end of the day, protect yourself and take refuge.

The kindness he gave the die was real.

I am neither shallow nor foolish enough to be danced to by the love of things in dispute.

Are you tired of barren questions, too? Heath narrows her eyes and lifts her hand, roughly.

Its cold fingertips grabbed Die's neck.

Don, and the thunderbolt shivers the air.

But the sound, too, soon became deafening.

"Gu...... ugh"

My own groan falls into a world where my tinnitus is all annoying.

Strong compression of the bronchi, blinding vision. In the narrow space of his hazy consciousness, Die put his nails up in Heath's hand strangling him.

Ahead, I get caught in a scar.

Once upon a time, I followed the die.

If you're going the wrong way like this, where did you need to protect yourself until you got hurt?

How did you end up like this?

What drives you?

Someone who had always lived in his eyes with definite determination and sadness.

"Hi...... ah"

From the lips of Die, who tries to call Heath's name, there was just zero unspoken low groans. His hands on his neck are frightening.

Close people's faces bury the back of their brains. Asma. Miguel. Geishas in the flower streets. Craftsmen in the back streets. Mizweeri family people.

And.

Heath.

The light ripping through the sky illuminated Heath only for a moment.

Die exhales, staring at its face blurred.

-... oh, what a face, you are.

Die wanted to cry while still squeezing the hand of a man who would feed his fingers into his neck. The thunderous man's face was badly crying and distorting about where he had erased his earlier sneer. That face gasping for bitterness looked as if he was the one strangled.

(Enough)

Eyes down, Die thought.

If he's in so much pain.

Enough.

Reminds me that in the near future my obsession with raw was a very whisper. No one asked for themselves. I was always a substitute for my father and a surrogate for my mother. How can you have an obsession with distorted raw.

I breathed into myself. I showed you a new world.

I asked for myself.

He was this man, Heath Livort.

That he rejects himself. Says it's out of the way. He wants to leave the world.

Then that's enough.

If this man is going to kill me, fine.

Die smiles, hands down.

The force to tighten his neck loosened to the lid.

"... Gu... Ho!!!!

Claps with knees and hands poked, then mud jumps. Die coughed up many times in search of fresh air and gasped hard in between.

"Ho!! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

wheezing from the back of my throat. A feeling similar to vertigo shakes my brain. The sound of constant rain returns. But the sensation of the bloody hands buried in the mud was free to the end.

Heath pokes her knee in the narrow space of Die's hand.

He lifted the die's head and shoved something into his mouth.

Round, hard, something.

I almost swallowed it, and my bronchi get cramps. Die looked down at the applause his body had bounced.

(... pills?

Small brown spheres painted with saliva and rain are very similar to pills prescribed during abdominal pain and flu.

Die vanished and lay his torso down on the spot.

The feeling of mud covered his cheeks only for a few moments. Heath immediately inserted his hand into the gap between Die's face and the ground. He held the body of a dye that was about to collapse, and when he supported it, he shoved pills into his mouth again.

There is a shadow on the face of the die.

Heath's lips blocked that of the die, as it was unacceptable to spit out what was in his mouth.

A warm arm locks the body of the die with a force strong enough for the bones to snap.

Heath's tongue pushes the sphere further into the mouth. Die swallowed it and squeezed his clothes hard.

For a moment, I see each other.

The Ether covers his sight.

Sad, gentle -... dear colors.

He wiped the mud off Die's cheeks with his cold hands, deepening his mouth even further.

There are zero tears coming from the tightly closed span of the eyelid. Contrary to this situation, Die put his strength into his back turned arm, immersed in the act of sweetening and melting the core of his body.

(I don't want to sleep)

Darkness is reaching out to strip the die's consciousness from his body.

It was probably because of something that was forcefully consumed.

(When he sleeps, he goes)

Stay away from yourself, somewhere far away.

He's going.

Out of reach, they go.

(Don't go anywhere)

It wasn't any other die himself who chose to leave beside him. Still in my chest, I couldn't help but plead.

No. I don't want to leave. I want to stay in this arm forever. I want to feel this plush forever. I want to be called by his voice forever and ever.

With him, I want to live.

(Oh, because so much)

I think about him very, very much.

I liked it -...!

"Die."

In her arms, the girl doesn't move like a dead man. Heath called on the girl as she embraced her weakened body and pressed her lips against its forehead.

"Deanna"

She doesn't answer.

Is it rain, Shizuku, which comes from a tightly closed eyelid?

That must be it, Heath told herself. There must be no such thing as she spares herself and weeps as she leaves.

I look up to heaven, holding the girl's body.

"... how could you... be so grown up, I wasn't waiting..."

A waterfall producing ice rain hid the whining apart from anyone's ears.