The Queen’s Cosmetician

In the courtyard overlooking through the window, the rose buds are starting to break.

Ditrout exhaled as he advanced early enough through the corridor leading to the depths of the royal castle, wondering if it was that time of year already.

The past six months have gone by just to deal with the matters that had piled up during his absence. I'm not sure when winter is over either. I've been packing it in my room for the past few days, so much so that the sun hurts in my eyes at noon. A thick golden color reminiscent of the brewed liquor was slipping through the window, adding so much carefree air to the idle passage that it stirred the fatigue of the ditlout.

Many ministers frown on this less popular, but Serenesty still doesn't want to put people around him. The parcel of the Queen's office remains patrolled by several elites, and even while in the room, few guards appear outside the door. The soldier standing upright, acknowledging the appearance of a walking ditlout, would be a subordinate of the ancestors. When he saluted him with a serious face, he opened the door for Ditrout.

The Queen's office already has all the people to gather.

One of them, Helmut, gave a glimpse of Ditrout and gave him a frightened look.

"Dita. Lord, how white have you been in the last few days?

"That's the best greeting, old Sagan"

Ditrout just has to laugh bitterly.

"If you think so, why don't you eat properly? Damn, if it wasn't for the role of wife, this would be it."

That said, Helmut sighed at this sight.

Helmut Sagan.

The elder of the famous Sagan, who gave birth to several queens from that bloodline. He is the commander-in-chief, who brings together all the soldiers, even though they are over sixty years old. Illusion at first glance like a big man, but he is quite a small figure if lined up beside him. He flushes his straight gray hair back that it was formerly brilliant gold, ties it around his neck, and hangs glasses with a sprinkled armor edge. Without a long sword on his hips, it would not have been possible for a civilian to make a mistake.

But the movement is agile, and the arms of the sword have not yet faded. Ditrout had often witnessed Helmut standing around his young opponents in an early morning auditorium.

"We need to get Zeno back early."

Behind the office, poking a cheek wand at the desk, Serenesty is grinning bitterly.

"I'd shy away from my brother if he was someone else.... Be sure to manage yourself, okay?

"I'll give you that word back exactly, Serenesty"

"It's all right. I have a bozo. Hey, hey."

In the wake of Serenesty's words, he nodded silently as he withheld beside him.

It's called "The Shadow of the Queen," and Serenesty's proximity escort. During his clandestine life, he is also the Lord of the Hardship Demons that DiTrout used to communicate with. White skin with gray hair and virgin snow. It is located in the Perfilia Castle, which is based on a pale colour, and wraps around a black-crusted costume that emits a different colour. The green and gray colour of the unemotional eyes is the only colourful colour that makes up the contour.

DiTrout packed the distance with the three of them and gave the report he brought to the queen.

"Go ahead, it's a report from Marlen with that Zeno."

One of Sir Chamberlain's cases about a month ago, about its post-processing.

Serenesty sipped tea and went through the pages of the report, sighing a small sigh.

"It's taking longer than I thought."

"It's burned down a lot. You won't have a choice. Those who have been captured are being tortured. I know the information you get is insignificant."

"Right. Let's not expect it."

"One of the two of us bluffed. But it was a detour. You were eating pretty much inside."

"While my brother was gone. My helplessness."

"It's more my helplessness than your majesty's helplessness."

Helmut pinches his mouth carelessly.

"We were putting too much effort into making a compromise with the clan. Sorry for the sweetness of the internal audit."

"I have no choice."

DiTrout looked back at him and smiled.

"Instead, it is your power that has been able to engage in the development of the country for the last three years without a thing? Lord Helmut."

"Yes, yes. The officers in charge said so. You can rest assured that you are protected by competent soldiers. Old Sagan, how many times do you think I've told you that? Why don't you worry about what you couldn't do?

No, Helmut returns a bitter laugh to Serenesty, who shakes his head. Staring at the state of it, DiTrout shifted his gaze to a large continental map hung on the wall.

western continent. Perfilia now holds a wide range of its northern to northwestern There are essentially two countries that have not been able to merge in this strip. One of them is Del Ligueiria. And the other is the clan.

Clan Hive - a Union located in the South from Del Ligueiria and in the West from Perfilia. Three years ago, Perfilia, who had roughly completed the annexation of neighbouring countries, reached out to the Clan Zone to finish dominating the North, but was forced to agree to a truce following unexpected resistance. Since then, the two countries have continued to stare at each other.

For the past three years, though, it wasn't really nothing, the skirmish was a daily tea meal, and the civilians and soldiers were running away so that this wouldn't develop into something important. Serenesti was to be busily killed by the rebuilding of the country by himself, because Ditrout, the prime minister, had left the country because of his secret destiny during the same period.

The lead in sweeping Serenesty and the opposite faction, rooted in the officials with that gap, was the backdrop of this Chamberlain uproar.

"Brother, when are we going in next for Chamberlain?

"In the near future"

Marlen temporarily loses her lord in this one case. Dietraut had prayed that the successor had been elected, but that there was no confusion on the part of the inhabitants in its replacement.

Knock on the stick and table at the edge of the writing instrument and Serenesty closes the report.

"Return the Zeno knights. If you need a replacement, I'll take care of it."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, can the Zenos make it?"

To Helmut's remarks, DiTrout twists his neck.

"To what?

"To the arrival of guests from next door"

Totally, I was losing it.

DiTrout accidentally poisoned me to see if it was such a date already.

It was about half a month ago that the new Queen of Delligeria asked me to take a trip to Perfilia in order to thank Serenesty for her presence at the Reign Ceremony. To the extent that the exchange of envoys can take place, it would also mean letting them know that the system is in place.

If you count the days backwards, the mission headed by Mariage should have already set out for Perfilia.

"You'll want to borrow the cat's hand. It's hard to have Zeno missing."

"Ma, shall we expect Zeno's equestrianism there?

Smiling dull, the master looked to Ditrout with one.

"... do you miss it? Brother."

"What is it?

"Face-to-face with Her Majesty the Queen, isn't it six months? Don't you miss it? You've been under the roof for three years, haven't you?

Ditrout shrugs his shoulders at the sound of the clatter.

"What are you talking about? Were you expecting sentiment?

"Yeah. Too unresponsive and boring"

"Trouble with reactions, Your Grace."

Helmut laughed, and Serenesty nodded, "So is that.

"And you're an idiot. You know we're enemies when it comes to your brother, but you jump in on purpose to catch rats."

Although I have omitted to mention the jewellery of the history, I have reported to Serenesty that the Ditrout's qualities would be known to some extent.

If it's just for gratuity, it's enough to let a superior official hold a letter and drop by Perfilia. Around purposefully trying to come out of it, it seemed like a mariage.

Perhaps that girl finally found out about Perfilia's prime minister. I'm guessing she'll come here to see for herself.

I'm sorry I had to go through my own eyes about everything. DiTrout found out in the second half of his clandestine life that's what Mariaj Mizweeri is all about.

Serenesty colors his mouth with a grin.

"Come on, rumored customers, where are they now?

"Well, are you obstinate? Your Highness."

I'm sick of it, and Mariage threw up words at Rodimus face-to-face.

"No obstinacy, Your Majesty."

"But you look like a child, Roddy"

Die points out the Prime Minister's clear side, looking up from next door.

"I think stubborn like that adds a childish touch to my usual frigid odor and ruins my beautiful face so much"

Rodimus frowned and poked his lower lip.

I'm not stubborn.

"I figured I'd kick another carriage."

A depressing, unclear husband's grunt echoed the sound of the carriage's wheels.

Rodimus was in a bad mood before he left.

For the capital of Perfilia, today is the third day after leaving Del Ligueiria. He remains unfaithful when he says it's time to plug into the border. The use of salutations for reluctant mariages is also a childish gesture of intent.

"Roddy, it's time to get back in the mood. Dear Mariage, if you say you will, I will."

Die rocked Rodimus's arm. When he gets off this carriage, a little problem arises. The mission consists of a minimum number of persons and a limited number of carriages. If I'd let him in besides this queen's car, it would have been visible for everyone to care.

Even a long, unfamiliar journey life. I don't want to give the officials any extra tension.

"I know."

Rodimus put his hands firmly together on his knees.

"I'll tell you what, I wasn't being obstinate. Day one, surprise, day two, anger, and today, day three, I was just trying to calm down somehow. Everyone gets angry. I can't believe they let me know that there's such a thing as this."

Heath Livort, the man who disappeared on the eve of the Queen's birth.

It was on the verge of leaving for the country that Rodimus and his brothers Tedius were informed that he was an insider on the Perfilia side.

"If you have any complaints, tell Mrs. Rudia. He was the one who told you to stay behind."

"Of course, my aunt has a lot to say about it. If I'd known sooner, I'd be against going to Perfilia."

That's why I didn't want to tell you.

"Is there ever a time when you don't say something that important? This is an insult to us... Ah"

The Chancellor dripped and rubbed his forehead against his assembled hands.

"What was most shocking was that the informant knew more about this than we did."

'Cause you don't have a choice.'

Mariage slightly reddens the cheeks.

"Because that man brought me this story. I have to explain."

"No matter how many stories I've had, please tell the passing outsiders, besides me, the Chancellor, how well you've kept it confidential, Your Majesty.... This is a shame that could put a crack in our trust. Do you understand that?

"I'm sorry."

You judged any more arguments barren, and Mariage just broke.

Did you drop your hoarding because you missed your master, and Rodimus, who loosened his expression, turns to apologize as well.

"Yeah. I couldn't grow up either. I'm done."

Nevertheless, his grin was tense. Forced to swallow foreign objects, like something that strengthens and floats.

In short, yes.

Whether Rodimus was informed about Heath Livort or not, he is dissatisfied with the fact that Dadan was able to get the facts first.

Dadan is an outsider. Besides, Rodimus himself is a man of suspicion. It must be one of the reasons why I don't like that Dadan is a guide on this journey, after all, with Rudia recommending it. The informant of the day performs his work in a floating manner, making friends with the men of the Apostle. He also led the way today on a borrowed horse and enjoyed chatting with one of the knights.

It's the end, so Rodimus won't be steaming back on the matter anymore. However, Die was anxious that this would not leave the cause behind. A creature called a man is quite persistent when it comes to being hurt in his retention.

Mariage shifts her gaze out the window so she can escape the awkward silence.

His eyes opened with surprise.

"Oh, you're missing the mountain path."

"Huh? Oh, that's true"

I followed my husband's gaze, and Die blinked.

There are two ways to travel to Perfilia. One is a way from the capital all the way south and through the buffer zone into the country. Another way is through the mountains of the Del Ligueiria territory to the east. On this road trip, we were picking the latter to exit directly to the territory.

Coniferous groves should have been depressing on both sides of the mountain path, where only one carriage could pass by. but now there are no more shadows or shapes. The landscape shifts from narrow mountain forests to plains with gentle hills.

"I'm gonna be Perfilia from here on out."

Rodimus said.

"You don't have a wall or something?

"You don't have a wall. Looks like some countries are making it, but that seems to be just a handful. As far as the main streets are concerned."

Die shrugged looking out.

"I imagined the walls and gates of the city."

"Neither do I."

Mariage agrees.

"I thought the border was easier to understand by the side."

"Of course, some countries are making it easier to understand"

Rodimus explains one index finger to heaven in momentum.

"The walls, even if they don't go as far, make stone walls about knee-length high, and some countries line the streets. You know what? They say Maisemble planted a special variety of roses along the border. It's not dead anymore, I hear."

"Heh."

"There are some examples where borders are easy to understand without having to make such a thing. That's Delligeria and Perfilia."

Rodimus indicated out the window with his standing finger. Beyond that lies the mountains. At the foot of which the dark shadow fell, light purple and dark yellow made a speckle pattern.

The deep greenery of an unknown shrub fills the gap between the flowers. A river flowing as it serpented through its narrow space photographed the blue of the sky, adding colour to the landscape.

From beyond the hills close to the mountains, thin smoke is shelved. Probably Kama which smoke. I guess the countryside is dotted.

"At the foot of the mountains - …"

Behind my ears, I have a voice to come back to.

It was a gentle voice, of a man who misses his hometown.

"Our country and Perfilia have established rivers and mountains on their borders."

Soon the die stuck to the window returned to me in response to Rodimus' remarks.

"No, it was, I guess. Perfilia has also changed its border a lot"

"Because you annexed another country, is that it?

Step away from the window and look back at Rodimus.

"Yes."

The Chancellor returned his affirmation to Die's inquiry.

"If you look at the map, now most of the northeastern part of the western continent belongs to Perfilia. If we crash Delligeria and Clan Hive, we'll have half the continent in our hands."

"I guess that means Perfilia is after the second Maisemble seat."

"Unfortunately other than that, I can't think"

Wrinkled between his eyebrows, Rodimus deposited his back on the wall.

"We have a truce agreement with the Klan, but it doesn't seem like we've got our hands on it perfectly, and it's enough to get our hands on the Queen's race for our country. The intention is to invade."

Mariage twists her neck strangely.

"I wonder what you want to be king of."

"I think the question of why you want to be king, etc. is a stupid one, Your Majesty."

Rodimus said resolutely.

"Be the king. That's what this is all about."

No matter what history books in the world you string together, it doesn't say anything about a clear reason to seek the seat of champion.

Even if it is, it is buried in darkness.

The thoughts of each person who moves are swallowed up by the twists of history and just disappear.

"And Rodimus, could you have studied quite a bit too?

The mouth on the tip of the folded fan was grossly distorted by Mariage.

"... what?

"Isn't that kind of an explanation rap?

"… it's only natural to check your knowledge to go to another country"

"Dadan took a good spot for you and you regretted it."

"I don't regret it!

"Oh, the Chancellor's face is crumbling."

"Die too! There! I do not agree with Your Majesty!

The man bites his teeth. That face was strange, and Die stood up for laughter.