The Queen’s Cosmetician

It was all too late when I realized I had shielded a human being who should not turn to his enemies.

"Damn......!

The guard raises a low groan and disappears out of sight as he wraps a blood splash around him.

When the last escort was ambushed, Edmont Chamberlain could only look back at the man slowly walking over, trembling at the wall. The man, with pale eyes in molasse-colored hair, was in his early twenties when he was old. Rather than envy him as a same-sex, he was a beauty beauty bearer with enough fear. Flipping and walking wide across the hem of his freshwater colored jacket, close to limitless white, he looks out of place floating in this gloomy room with his blood and brains pummeled. But it was in such a room, and it did not tarnish his feet, and when the man reached before Edmont, he stopped and smiled.

Good afternoon, Sir Chamberlain.

The man greets with a cool face. The tone is completely out of line with this situation. It was mild enough to give the illusion that we were bowling together at the ball.

"Ki, Ki, Ki, Ma"

Why are you here -...?

He shudders, his teeth don't bite, and swallows down the question caught in the back of his throat, with his spit.

"Why are you here? Is it strange that I, the queen's servant, should be here?

The man who read through Edmont's chest shook his eyelashes in a heartfelt wonder.

"This, Your Majesty...?

"Yep."

He agrees to Edmont's inquiry.

"He's sweet inside, but still not sweet enough to miss the traitor"

"Wow, when will I flatter Your Majesty...... no no no no no no no no!!!!

Edmont screamed at the intolerable intense pain that burst into his leg. Soon the hand of the man who was kneeling protrudes the steel unconstitutionally. The hand that scratched the universe for help didn't even allow Edmont to escape with a blade sewing over his knees without grabbing anything.

"I shut up."

The man said as he pushed his dagger all the way in.

"For the unwanted guests you have come to me. It was hard for me to give it to work. Especially then. It was the worst. Were there five, no, six? When I was attacked and thrown out into the wilderness, I always wanted to stop the mastermind's breath and give it to you."

I'm glad you could make it happen this way.

A man breaks his face in delight.

"I don't know! I don't know!

"You really don't know?

Oh, and the man instantly. Did I make a mistake? The pale eye of a man asks as such.

Yes, I don't. Edmont shook his head with all his might. I don't know myself. While he withered his voice and repeated it, in the back of his brain was revived when he gathered the assassins of his children and attempted to annihilate this man in front of him.

Dietraut Yerni, the man to whom Queen Serenesti places his most trust as loyal minister and Chancellor, and also his brother.

Two years after his appearance disappeared from the castle, the whereabouts were brought under Edmont.

I don't even know why I was infiltrating my neighbor Del Ligueiria. But this man, who often solidifies his surroundings with escorts, was moving alone in the neighbouring countries.

A great opportunity to erase him.

And the assassins who let it go, but they never heard from Edmont.

Edmont found out six months ago that DiTrout had returned to Perfilia and everything had ended in failure.

"That's crazy"

Ditrout tilts his neck as he chooses his legs.

"Wishart did confess your name,"

Edmont breathed in his name. I was diving near the queen, one of Edmont's countrymen. He was the first man to sniff out Ditrout's whereabouts.

"Uh-oh, what the hell?"

"It's the land of Maburoba."

DiTrout leaned softly over Edmont's ear with a neat face, sweet as if he were dictating his daughter, whispering that everyone was waiting.

All of them.

To that one word, I know I'm the last.

"Ah, ah."

"To point the blade at me is to strip His Majesty of his fangs. It's not like you don't know, is it?

"Oh, oh no!!!!"

A blade that was tucked deep in his leg pulled out momentum. The risen ditlout retreats cleverly avoiding its erupted blood. Two different ditlout Kingsguards stiffened Edmont's side and rambled him up.

A glass embedded in the window mirrors Edmont's pain and fear, his bloodstained face on his blood and saliva.

"Sir Chamberlain"

Edmont, who was stunned by his own face that had drawn him, returned to me in response to DiTrout's call.

"It's a message from His Majesty.... I still need to ask you something. Looking forward to seeing you again"

Similar to the banquet herald, the proclamation of death.

"Look forward to it, too."

To the smile of a man who was as beautiful as a moon and colder than his winter breath, which also froze his blood, Edmont now fell for him to kill.

In the hallway of the mansion after the reign, the bodies are folded.

Ditrout dumped his dirty gloves in a bloody pile as he proceeded through it towards the front door. of white. That sucks the red and black color and sinks as it is illuminated by the candlelight.

By its side, the shadow swayed.

"Die yeah yeah!!!!

Spinned with a plundering voice, a man's curse.

Sigh and stop walking. Before the eyes of a retrospective ditlout, the blade that was being swung down to tear the brain weather scattered another one that had been plugged in and a spark. The sword that wraps the will to kill is bounced back, and its Lord is silenced with an immediate blade from all sides.

"Dita, don't stop."

The master of the sword, who protected Ditrout from the fierce blade, stuck a steel cut to the floor and dropped it.

"What if I scratched that pretty face? If anything happens to you, I'm gonna get killed."

Ditrout turned back on this unbridled man.

"It's your job to protect, Knights Leader"

"Yeah, yeah. I suppose so. But I hope it's easier to protect you, Chancellor."

That said, the man took a big sigh of relief.

Short-cut hair is a red chestnut color reminiscent of cinnamon. Eyes similar to purple crystals dwell on a nostalgic glow. The tall was slightly taller than the middle-backed ditrout, and the shoulder-width was as wide as a martial arts enthusiast. He wraps his core body in the same shade of uniform as Ditrout.

Xeno Faranx. He was the head of the Kingsguard Knights dedicated to Ditrout, who gathered the elite.

Ignoring Zeno's gaze, Ditrout starts walking.

"Did you find Reginald?

"Too bad you're sorry. I can't find it. This one's moving before it moves. I caught my wife, didn't I? It wouldn't be worth it as a hostage."

"If you just ask for information, dispose of it"

"Disposal? Isn't it premature?

"Zeno. Did you look through the material about your wife? It would be troublesome if it were a code and insider. It's not like I don't trust my men."

I see, and put Xeno shrugging his shoulders at the edge of his vision, DiTrout moved on to the next question.

"What's the chase for Reginald?

"No matter. But there's a good chance there's an inside line over here. He said he was getting away with it."

"Are you blurring out again?"

"I need to be careful not to be beaten to death by His Majesty. Me. Oh, Lord. O Virgin, save me and pay me."

After a lukewarm glimpse of Zeno looking up to heaven with his acting tricks, DiTrout got stuck wondering what to do now.

Edmont's son, Reginald, is seen as a windless, unambitious pacifist. But the truth is a cunning young man who hides his father and stands around to abolish Serenesty. This suppression of the Count Chamberlain family was aimed more at holding down his son Reginald than Edmont, the current lord - although, unfortunately, he ended up failing.

From now on, the Chamberlains, including Edmont, can be tortured. I don't think they know Reginald's escape route, but they'll be able to get a clue about it.

It was then that I took a step out of the entrance hall as I toured my thoughts about future post-processing.

"Dita!"

Lie down reflexively to Zeno's sharp warning. Ditrout, who jumped out of the mansion as he rolled, glanced at the sharp heat that stripped his neck.

"Zeno!?

"Damn, they did it!

Low poisoned Zeno starts skipping instructions to his men rushing over.

"Mark, wake up the neighbors. Gather your men and let them hit the fire! Let me blame you for the rest. Renee! Give me a message. Don't open the castle gate. If there's a guy trying to force you through, take him down!

Men pop up as they wrap around the firepowder. These are the men who worked inside. Their anger coughing in the smoke mixes with the blazing sound of the flames. The horse he was wearing on the front door also hissed high and seemed to be looking at the opportunity to escape while kicking the dirt.

"Was there a magician?"

Ditrout lined up next to Zeno and looked up at the flaming mansion. This is not the case with just sprinkling oil and setting fire to it.

"It could be a charm stone. Oh man......"

In a mansion with few wooden areas, the air would soon be exhausted and the fire quenched. But any clue that leads to Reginald's footprint is likely to burn.

Pahring, and making a clear noise, the glass breaks, and the flame stretched out like a hand temporarily dyes the night sky bright.

Ditrout dropped off the firepowder as it was sucked into the darkness.

A long time ago, doing the same, thinking back to the night I exposed myself to the heat of the fires.