The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Please wait!

A high cup filled with booze appears in front of him, one beat behind the prestigious voice.

"Thank you."

Dadan briefly apologized and just got his throat moistened. (i) Alcohol after work is exceptional, even if it is cheap with a wax on the tip of the tongue. Beats any good drink. I have no complaints about the accompanying dishes either.

If I dare to express my dissatisfaction, would I not find a beautiful servant (cucumber) to look after my eyes? The dining room set on the first floor of the inn is small, even though it is lunchtime, and only Dadan and the old general are seen.

"Are you doing something outside...?

Dadan looked out as he pinched the dish. Beyond the thick spotted windows of the glass is noisy, so much so that people's shoulders touch each other.

"Your Majesty will show you."

In response to Dadan's question, the general answered. They had plenty of free time. She pulls back to Dadan's seat, stops her legs, and looks at the busy street.

"The Chancellor will return from Marlen. Welcome."

"Welcome? It's not a ceremony or anything? That's a good thing we're friends."

"This time it's special. I hear your lord's mansion burned down after being attacked by thieves in Marlen. I guess His Majesty didn't mind either. You want to see your face as soon as possible. Just one flesh and blood parent."

The two daughters who are usually on the payroll this time of year are also going to worship his face.

"Even if not, the Chancellor has been sick for a long time..."

Dadan slowly squeezed his jaw as he heard the general's words.

I hardly hear any rumors about her real brother, the Prime Minister, against Queen Perfilia, who is spreading the name as Sage. He lay low on a serious illness and apparently has been unable to get out of his bedroom for the past few years.

"Can we still see your majesty's face?

"Come on."

To Dadan's inquiry, the general makes a thought face.

"But none of the kids I went to see are back. Do you want to go check on my husband?

"Right... will you"

The truth was that he decided to go to bed after a meal and was going to relieve his long sailing fatigue. But if you have the opportunity to worship a rare face, there is no hand to not miss.

"Then when you get back, let me talk to you about what it was like"

The Chancellor says you are very beautiful, very similar to His Majesty. The queen said so, pulling a shitty map out of her forehead, and letting her indicate where the queens would go by.

The capital of Perfilia is present in a semi-circular fashion, making it stick to the coast.

The city surrounded by walls is neat and hard to believe once burned down by thugs. The walls, painted with blue-grey soil, are brand new and keep the street in a bright atmosphere. But the city itself is no different than it used to be when I visited it. I wasn't lost in the footsteps.

(Must have gotten back on your feet a lot)

All the new treading on the soil of this country will be surprised by its presence - five years ago this country was also considered a matter of time on the day it disappeared from the map.

Dadan himself, in this area he has been on edge and on many occasions, and has also seen the tragedy of Perfilia. That's why I admire its reconstruction and leapfrogging. There is something even more emotional for me that is not yet fragrant about the current state of my country.

But raise the status quo in a country that was on the brink of despair in a short period of time and lump it so that it can be hastened. The monarch's act is somewhere off track. I wondered if it was the business of a single human being, and Dadan even felt thin about his talent.

Queen Serenesti Yerni Perfilia.

Because she's called a masterpiece, but it's there.

Out on the street, the people were waiting for the queen's march.

"Oh, it's the Chancellor."

A conversation between the ladies who raised the cage enters Dadan's ear.

"You're safe. Best of all."

"Master Serenesti seems happy."

"Marlen, wasn't it terrible?

Forcefully scratching a crowd of people who didn't quite try to clear the way, Dadan finally came out in the front row.

Your lords are dead, too.

"I'm glad you're okay..."

A carriage spearheaded by the knights of the escort marches slowly down the street as the sunlight sways like a curtain.

Waving folk.

In response to them, the smiling queen.

Beside it, a man stood.

"... who is that...?

A woman standing next to me answers an unexpectedly leaked question.

"That's the prime minister. I heard Her Majesty and your brothers and sisters, but you're beautiful."

"True. When you line up, it's a picture."

The subject of the ladies seems to be the man smiling beside the queen.

Golden hair, pale eyes, ivory skin.

Neat, its appearance - …….

Dadan shrugged stunned as he gazed at the side of the man slowly passing through the present.

"You're lying..."

"Hmm..."

Die roared, looking at the fabric spread over the tabletop.

"If it's this color, shouldn't it go with the watermark knitting thing over there?

"Oh, yeah."

Pan, and one of the female officers agrees by hitting Kashiwaki.

"Now let's braid the black silk and blue veil and squeeze your hips."

"What do you want to do with the cover?

"How about using thin silk based on that color to match this fabric?

"It's lovely. Then the hair decoration combines Kuyuanhua with silver craftsmanship"

"Nice. Please. Oh, why don't you let me help you tie your hair? Because I want to study shapes."

"Sure, fine."

The women's bright voices echo in the sunny, warm rooms.

When tailoring the Queen's costume anew, the needles show extraordinary zeal. They had no choice but to solemnly encourage drilling in a closed castle since the collapse of their predecessors. I'm guessing you're not just brushing your arms, you're having a tremendous joy creating a costume for someone.

Though at work, it's a lot of fun for a moment to talk about how to beautify your mariage with the ladies and craftsmen. Busy colleagues remind me of the women of the flower streets.

"Die."

Looking at the blurry windows, the die, who had been calculating for the first time in a long time that he should go face to the flower district, looked back at the call he sounded from behind.

"Yuma? What can I do for you?

A well-acquainted queenly lady peeks her face through a half-open door.

The year is late teens. The cheapest because of the approaching age.

Yuma loosened her scattered cheeks for relief and walked toward the die.

"You know, I have someone offering to see Die. The clerk said I didn't have to tell him, but I felt different from the usual people who wanted to see Die... for once."

"Meet? Are you from the Mizweeri family?

"Yeah, no. That outfit is from across the gate."

"That's unusual..."

For a die born and raised in a flower city, the acquaintance of his hand is mountainous. But there were only a few people who knew they were working in the castle. Even if one of them visits the die, they should be contacted in advance.

"Did you hear his name?

If they come from outside the castle, even the guests of the civil servants with no rank are questioned.

If you're going to visit a die treated like a queen's sidekick, the interrogation should be even tougher.

"Um, Dadan, I think it was"

"Dadan!?

Die raised his voice of amazement when he heard the name of a long-time acquaintance.

"I saw you go into the waiting room.... Someone like this, a little blind.... you know Die?

Die nodded bitterly at Yuma as she hoisted her own eyeballs at her fingertips.

"Excuse me, may I ask you to entrust me? He said he'd go see you after the discussion."

"And yet, what the hell do you know? You don't think I'm being forced to do this, do you?

"No, sir."

If you take it from Yuma, who doesn't know that the die was born in the flower district, you wonder what kind of intermission it is with Dadan, who doesn't even seem to have contact with this side of the gate in flattery.

Die grinned bitterly as he aligned the corners of the work materials with his desk.

"Once upon a time, I asked for an escort for someone important."

The inner part of the castle, where the queen breathed back after entering the castle, is a mess of miscellaneous people.

Trying to sew in between, Die was walking early enough.

Rooms for meeting acquaintances are located within the castle and near the gate, with distances from the Die's workplace. It's hard just to get around.

I asked the patrolling soldier to guide me, and in the visiting room I finally reached, there was one man I knew who was spared time in a long chair.

"Dadan."

Having hastily corrected his residence, he weakens like the original if he admits to the appearance of a die.

"Die."

"Long time no see! How have you been?

"Ouch. You look better, too, more than anything."

A fractured man reaches over to the head of a die running over, scratching his short, well-groomed brunette without hesitation. For the first time in about six months, Die looked up at his face, filled with nostalgia.

Name's Dadan. I hear the year is the second half of the twentieth. Gray eyes on sandy hair. He is a man with a large body with well-burned reddish brown skin in the yang. He was an informant I knew in one case, which also inspired Mariage to be elected queen.

He had the role of sending his associates to the eastern continent and should have left this country.

"When did you come back?

"You arrived in the city last night."

It's just that, Dadan laughed.

"Good luck. Would you like me to serve you some tea treats or something?

"No, don't bother me. I'll be out as soon as the requirements are met."

"Okay."

Turning his back, Die waved gently. Put it down and tell him to call me if anything happens, and the guard will graciously close the door. You admired his polite response, arm in arm and Dadan roared.

"You, you've really gotten great"

"It's not me, it's Mariage."

Die took off his jacket and placed it round the seat of the chair, lowering his hips next to it.

You're the queen.

Turning his arms around the back of the bench, Dadan laughs shards.

"Well, the horse is really queen, and the world is over."

"That's a terrible thing to say."

When I just got to know him, it was very unlikely that Mariage would be queen. But now she is the national lord of Del Ligueiria who cannot be pushed or pushed.

"But you're pretty good, too, aren't you? I thought you might want to see the queen. I signed up to see you..."

"Well, does it feel like one of the neighbors?"

Die glanced at the jacket beside him. It is the official garment of the Royal Castle of Delligeria. It is a costume with an embroidered national seal on the hem with a red tone that is unlimited to black and symbolises a rose with silk thread of the same colour, visible only in the distance.

Wrapping it up is a guarantee of identity by the Queen. I'm only allowed near the side.

"But I'm not working particularly hard either. I see how Mariage's skin is, take care of it, apply makeup to your face and feel it. A makeup artist is a special position. You really don't want everyone to pepper you because you're just in a position to work for the castle with Master Mariage's legend..."

"Give up on that point. I shouldn't."

Dadan threw up all sorts of consolations with half a laugh.

"How's Mariage? Are you sure you're ready for the queen?

"You'll be pissed when you call it off... There's a lot you don't know, and you're properly committed to your responsibilities."

The patience of that mariage is enough to surprise the servants of the Mizwieri family.

"But you want me to stop spinning around my cheeks every time I get annoyed."

"... do you feel good?

"I don't know. I don't like the shape of my face. He's so powerful, that guy."

Personally it's pretty serious, but the surroundings don't fit together at all. And also Dadan, whom he hath heard, hath only a strange belly.

He was in a beautifully decorated room, and he was relieved of the tension. With a laugh, he took the curly cigarette out of his nose.

"Can I smoke it?

"Go ahead."

Staring satisfactorily at the ashtray offered, Dadan lights a fire on the phosphorous inch.

"Well, that's what counts"

"... what are you talking about?

"That was just a continuation. There are quite a few people who are the heroes of the country who go crazy because of loneliness. Mariage will be fine while we hang out with you like that."

"Ha..."

"On the contrary. Hey, I mean you're the lookout to make sure Mariage doesn't throw away her obligations. You seem to care that someone else can keep your head down, but that's what you're supposed to do. Keep your chest up."

"Really..."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Soon, they were comforted.

Die had to laugh bitterly when he was guaranteed his position, which he had always questioned, and early in the reunion, worried about his friends.

"No, can't you do Mariage any affairs? You didn't even see him at home, did you?

"I'm not in a state where I can still make detailed decisions, but I still have you through my eyes in the paperwork for once. The government itself, Roddy sees."

"Roddy?"

"Uh... I'm the Chancellor. I'll show you when I get the chance."

Nevertheless, Dadan and the Chancellor will not face each other. Even this interview must not have come true without Yuma's consideration and Die's own permission. Many people flock to makeup artists with queens, and most of them are paid in front of the gate.

"Well, you look like you're doing great pumping"

Dadan laughed, showing his teeth as he sprinkled the cigarettes looking delicious.

"Kite and the others will be happy to hear it."

Die stuck his throat in the name spinning into his intimacy.

One of the two cracks that Dadan sent to the eastern continent is Kite. He is the brother of Rowen, a friend of the die who lost his life in the incident that inspired him to get to know them.

"How is he?

"Ah. Safe, I'm back at my parents'. During this year we will have a ceremony with our fiancée"

"Ceremony? Are you getting married?

"It's one of the reasons I wanted Rowen back in the country. I found out later, too."

"... Really?"

It reminds me of a young man who, while discouraged by his brother's death, was behaving in a temperament.

Beside it, he was smiling the same way, as was his daughter.

"... Um, Dear Arishuel, what?

The door is closed. No one can blame me.

But his voice was lowered unknowingly.

Candidate for the most powerful queen, making him the eldest son of the Gertrude family among Del Ligueiria's senior nobles.

Arishuel was the closest daughter supposedly to the seat currently warmed by Mariage.

But for whatever reason, Rowen and I were in love, and she traveled to the Eastern Continent with Kate because of his murder.

"... not really, not so good"

Dadan smoked the cigarette and slowly spit out the purple smoke.

"I'm taking care of Kate's grandfather's house, but it's still a sign that we're going to follow Rowen. Kate and her fiancée are sticking around."

I know that Arishuel loved Rowen wholeheartedly.

After the incident we lost him, we smiled at each other and broke up. But it's not like I didn't take her sorrow hidden behind that expression as a die.

"But you seem to have the strength to write letters. He really cared about Mariage and you. He asked me to deliver this."

Dadan said brightly, shaking gently the seal he had removed from his nostrils.

"So you came this way?

Die opened his eyes to admiration.

When exchanging letters between continents, mail is used all the time. It takes time, but it's a reputational system when it's sure to arrive.

Apparently Dadan didn't use it and took the trouble to get to us.

"I was wondering who the queen had decided. Originally, the Western Continent was still going to look around."

"Really?

And one and the ashes were dropped on the plate, and Dadan nodded.

"You may not be very picky, but since Maisenburg's demise, there hasn't been much information on the western continent out there on any other continent. It was in the last few years that interaction with the western continent has recovered. We have a system in place to accommodate unsupply ships in Zemnam and Perfilia, respectively. Worth a look around."

"I see..."

Mariage became queen and I began to hear more frequently about things outside the country than I did when I was moving brushes in the flower streets.

Sixteen years after the destruction of the Principality of the Devil, who was the champion of the continent. Much of the western continent, he said, was in the midst of a war. I guess it's something that interests informant Dadan about how those claw marks are left.

"Whatever it is, it's good to see you again, Dadan"

Die pressed and smiled at the letter he had received. Whatever the reason, it doesn't change that Dadan took the time to come and see me.

He also raised his mouth angle with joy.

"Me too. I didn't expect to see you."

"Huh? Really?

"Did I just say that? No way. I thought maybe I'd never see you again."

Dadan strokes his own tight jaw. The beard is shaved and the clothes, although far from the dress, are well organized. Still doesn't look like the kind of person you'd be allowed to see the queen in the end. Dadan's words were good.

"This way, Mariage is elected queen. I don't care what you think. I was worried about what to do with that letter. I thought Miguel could handle it."

Die heard the name of a common acquaintance for a long time. It was shabby for him to run a grocery store after he broke up in a skincare workshop.

"Dadan's been in this city for a while?

"I'm holding back the Inn in Backtown. I plan to leave after the next Sabbath."

"Okay."

Then we can go down to the city and eat together soon. I just wanted to show my face to the flower district that I've been away from for a while.

"Queen..."

Put your center of gravity on the back of the chair and Dadan squeals with no one.

I can't believe it.

"Right. I get incredible sometimes, too."

Transfer your home from the few Mizwieri families to the bustling royal castle and serve the crowned mariage as a sidekick.

All these days.

Sometimes, yet, I wonder if it's a dream.

"I saw the queen in Perfilia on the way here."

"Perfilia's?

Dadan nodded.

The queen of neighboring countries, located east of Del Ligueiria, takes her name as Sage. Die also remembered his name, as the civil servants cite him as a comparable object of administrative indentation or mariage.

Serenesti Yerni Perfilia.

"Hit the queen's march. I had the Chancellor this time, rarely."

"Surely, the Queen and the Chancellor were your brothers and sisters."

On the occasion of the Queen's electorate, the Queen said she had visited the country, a girl with beautiful molasse-colored hair.

"Oh, he was a very similar brother and sister"

Then her brother Taru Chancellor must also have excellent eyebrows.

"And he looked a lot like the man I knew."

The informant man rubbed off the cigarette and raised his face. A nostalgic grin disappears from its face, and the fingertips holding crushed tobacco are powered.

"Dadan......?

"Die."

Dadan asks mysteriously.

"Where is Heath now?