The Queen’s Cosmetician

The mission left with a busy merchant squad and two representatives from the foothills region.

After safely crossing the river, the two of them heading north break up at the realm. The Lords' Hall, which governs the foothills, seems to be the only place where officials seconded by Wang Du will stay for a short period of time every month after burning down into a fold of civil strife about four years ago, and they have to ask the neighboring region to re-hang the bridge.

Once again, the city that aspires to chart its course for the king's capital is Marlen, in the northwest of Perfilia.

"I really just didn't want to drop by."

Dadan sighed zero on the horse as he walked side-by-side to the queen's exclusive car.

"Why not?

"Was it about a month ago? A family of lords is killed for being attacked by thieves or something. Besides, the killer remains missing."

"That's noisy..."

"It's close to the king's capital there, so the status of lord is not empty... On the other hand, I think that might make it worse. I'm gonna go to a rushed time when my head changes. This one's in the way. You won't be welcomed."

"Can't you take a detour?

"It's tough to stop by. Especially water and food, and leaves."

The mission is going down a different street than planned. There aren't many big cities along this road, and they can't possibly hope for a decent replenishment until Marlen.

"Is everyone going to be able to rest in Marlen?

To Mariage's inquiry, Dadan shook his head loosely.

"I don't know if there's an inn that can accommodate this number of people. Everyone, except the three of you, is in the wild."

"Oh, I don't mind a carriage night, either."

Growing up in a flower district, I am also used to poor beds.

Dadan laughed bitterly at Die's offer.

"Expect not to. I intend to measure the rice so that it can be eaten properly. If you're hungry, you won't have to worry about good beds or bad beds."

I guess this is how Dadan delivered Kite and Arishuel to the Eastern Continent. His invincible grin has something to depend on.

Dadan tells me it's time.

Die floated his hips, put his hands on the pier and put his face out the window.

At the tip of the narrow carving on the gravel road was buried a wall of stone eroded by the rainstorm, about inside the wheat fields. An old bell hangs from the robust gates that hold travellers back. The gatekeeper, who was waiting in the tower, rang it early or early as the die arrived, and exalted the presence of the visitors.

Waiting for the procedure was not that long.

So much less, the carriage dived the fence, and while it was less than four and a half minutes, the horse hissed at his arrival.

The doors of the carriages are opened one after the other by your Lord. Unable to wait, the die descended on itself, breathing in the air outside, breathing in what had jumped into his sight.

The center of the site on the high ground. A giant tent of creation is stretched out. The blue of the sky lifted its color white, causing the illusion as if the entrance clouds were growing. Something stared at the arrow tip, the wind rushing up from the basin jumped up the thick cloth hem, revealing only a slight look inside - in the shadow of the flipped fabric, the appearance of the burnt mansion gled.

Melted glass of edge. Iron bent like candy. Coal-covered stone walls.

If an unimaginable high fever could be fisted and punched, would it look like this?

"This is the first place I'll show you, sorry!

A man rushes over with a rushed seeping voice up.

The die, who was blinded by the end of the mansion, was also unbroken, looked back at the man, who stood in moderate time.

The year is about mid twenties. Short-cut, reddish tea hair, purple eyes hosting soft light. Pure white - no, slightly blue - dressed in a costume, with a sword on his waist.

"Del Ligueiria is with Her Majesty the Queen, Mariage."

Ringing and aligning his heels, the man smiled nostalgically.

"My name is Zeno Faranx. It is something that temporarily deposits this territory. Welcome all the way."

Mariage, who got off with Rodimus's hand, nods to Eagle Deep to the man who named him Zeno.

"Thank you very much for your busy welcome. Sir Faranx."

He was surprised that he was immediately called out. Zeno opened his eyes gently.

"Zeno, please call me, Your Majesty"

He packed his distance and knelt, mouthing on the back of Mariage's hand.

"I'm sorry. This is the only one that was large enough to park His Majesty's car. Thank you very much for your loss of attention."

"I don't mind. Your lord's mansion that was attacked by thieves."

Zeno laughed bitterly at Mariage's words.

"Your ears are fast"

"Are your lord's relatives safe?

"Unfortunately, as one who"

"Yes, there is no guidance for the Virgin. Bless your wandering soul."

"Thank you very much."

Zeno thanked him with his hand on his chest and let him be frightened by the sacrament of Mariage.

"I will now take you to the Inn tonight."

He looks up and looks over with the mission.

"It's crude, but I can assure you it's more comfortable than in the carriage."

"Uh... calm down"

Deep breath of hot air that can stand in, Mariage weakens.

A leg lifted to its clap made ripples in plenty of strained water in the barrel.

"Sleep well, dear Mariage"

Die smiled as she rubbed Mariage's legs off. Because the quantity of water to carry was limited, Mariaj was asked to keep his feet full on the road. I want you to indulge in plenty right now.

Apparently, Dadan was putting out an early horse who had Rodimus' parent book. Zeno, who had been contacted beforehand, had enough water for a hot bath or a rush but warm bedding, and they were delightful to be with Delligeria, who was tired of the unfamiliar journey.

"Fine. Stay awake."

Mariage slapped both cheeks with her own hands.

"What's on vacation. You don't have to lose your mind, do you?

"That's true, though."

"You're leaving early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Master Faranx will escort you to the king's capital."

Apparently, he was originally scheduled to return to the Wang capital. When he learned early that the mariages were stopping by, he said he was waiting to postpone the departure day.

Carefully wipe the legs of the mariage with a cloth of fiber received from the woman. Skin washed with water dripping with flower essential oils is highly incensed even by wiping water. Satisfied that the swelling had been removed from her legs, Die raised her gaze slightly as she let her fabric shoes on.

My husband has been silent with a thought face since earlier.

"Something bothering you?

Well, Mariage replied raw.

"Lino, I'm thirsty. Make me some tea."

Lino, nodding to his consent, quickly turns his heel back and leaves the room.

Mariage, who physically chased away the woman she had refrained from, assembled her washed legs and tapped the edge of her side breath with her fingertips.

"Hey Die. Is this country that noisy?

The die, which was on the toilet, rebukes Mariage's inquiry.

"Noisy, is it?

"Pretty much this town has a solid wall, doesn't it? And yet you're attacked by thieves?

Sure, and Die groaned in his chest. As Mariage pointed out, the walls in this town are robust. The gatekeeper also manages entry and exit properly. And yet, thief, is.

"Maybe you're not a thief,"

"Then what?

"... a magician, or something..."

Shortly after getting off the stone carriage, the burnt mansion in my eyes. If you weren't exposed to considerable firepower, you wouldn't be like that.

Die has seen a cabin burn down before. It's about a friend of mine dying. It ignited the oil pot that was placed inside, it was the fire that caused it, and it was the damage because it was wooden.

The view of the old lord's hall, glimpsed from the hem of the tent, far outweighed the misery of that cabin. Even if I sprinkled oil and set fire to it, it wouldn't look like that.

"What purpose does a sorcerer attack a lord for?

"I don't know! It's just an imagination to be a mage! Didn't you buy a grudge or something?

"Then you're not saying you were attacked by a magician, without saying you were a thief? You didn't catch the killer, did you? Isn't that easier to identify?

"Ugh, sharp..."

In Del Ligueiria, the vast majority of magicians are employed by leading men everywhere, feeding on their moves. The same would apply to Perfilia. Fall-outs are rare exceptions, like Alvina before working in the castle. Therefore, the identity of the sorcerer is easily revealed.

"But if you were a surgeon enough to start a fire, you'd be fine, wouldn't you?

"Oh really?

"Like a cook... but if you let him have that much firepower, I still wonder if he's a magician... Then it's hard to think of a thief."

Although the royal castle has a certain number, the total number of magicians themselves in the world is quite small. You don't have to give yourself up to the vagabonds, but you have as much help to eat.

To Die's monologue, Mariage roared, Hmm.

"If you're not a magician, it's about time you had a star of where you're hired. If so, why are you calling me a thief?

"I don't want people in town to know, or anything. I'd be in trouble if I found out I was hostile to my employer, or..."

Arrange speculation alternately, face to face, and often silence.

"He sounds stupid. I can't help thinking about it. No use. Oh, I'm already getting a headache... what are you gonna do, Die"

Mariage exhaled and put her hand on her forehead.

"Isn't that the first thing we've been talking about, Master Mariage? 'Cause I'm not used to it."

My husband frowns if he doesn't listen to the die who argues as he lifts the vanity.

"You! Don't talk like I don't always use my head!

"Wow! Please don't! Hot water! You said you could have zero hot water!

With his master's hand stretched out to cover his cheek, Die quickly fled to the door. The woman returns well and goes out into the hallway to replace her.

"You're going to throw away the hot water, Your Majesty"

Let someone else do it.

"That's not how it works, because we're short on manpower. I'll be right back."

The door blocks Mariage's novel that it's only too early to escape.

You overheard the exchange, the knight of the escort who was holding back outside is chewing up a laugh. Smiling at him, Die began to walk into the courtyard.

(Enemy, huh)

The head was thinking about the earlier story as the sunlight in the afternoon went down the warm aisle.

(If it wasn't a thief, did someone in a hostile position attack you?

Town dwellers, for example. Heavy taxes, no one around? It's a process that could be enough, but it wouldn't be made public, like thieves.

Are you still a local leader? Even in the same country, the powerful are never one rock. They are always aiming for the time to put themselves at the top of the others. As seen in the Queen's race for Del Ligueiria.

Marlen is close to the King's Capital, and the Lords have quite a place as well. Poking at him is nothing more than hostility to the Queen.

(Yeah. I can't imagine any more...)

I'm not that interested in this story. It's safer if the killer gets caught. To that extent. Mariage would be the same.

It was Rudia's homework that Die's master began to deduce in the first place. The owner of the Gertrude family says everyone has a position. In order to help you grasp it, you have reached the point of crushing one matter and developing the habit of thinking about the circumstances and interests of people in that context.

Even in Perfilia, for example, “the man" - even if his master Serenesty wants to keep a small country of arts and crafts in his hands, as he really is the Chancellor - not all ministers will have the same idea. Some of them will reject the invasion of Del Ligueiria. Rudia was imposing training on Mariage to find such a person.

Rudia's teaching was exactly what Die's adoptive mother had been doing on a daily basis. Running a whorehouse in Flower Street, she had no trouble understanding the merchants who would fund it and the protagonists who would divide the town's youth, and maintaining friendly relationships. It is easy to say by mouth, but it is only because there is also an eye that sees things. And to feed those eyes, training was needed.

Re-held in an easy-to-equalize position, the die speeds up the legs. The sound of the shoe echoed lightly in the carefully waxed, plank-painted passage.

The place invited as a place to stay was a barn built on the property of the Lords' Hall. Apparently it was originally the quarters of the servants. Old floors with holes by the way, painted stretched white painted walls. Wooden window frames with prominent heads of rusty nails are fitted with thick spotted bolts to capture sunlight.

The four-person rooms, lined along the corridors surrounding the courtyard, are of sufficient number to accommodate the Delligerian messengers. Die colleagues in the simple-built room seemed to enjoy the unwavering bedside for the first time in a long time, as the evening shift was over.

Die went down to the courtyard as he greeted his youngest daughter. Poke your knees in front of the waterway and tilt your face with care that the drops do not jump. Admitting it was empty, it moved to the well end. Let me borrow some water and wash the bathroom.

From behind, I heard a voice I was used to hearing.

"Die."

Stop your hand and look over your head.

"Ass?"

The young chief of the Knights, whose mouth loosened to laughter, raised his hand lightly instead of just saying hello, and walked over to the die.

"Is it a break?

"Yes, I want to get some water... wash my face and refresh it a little"

"Would you like to use the toilet?

"No, fine. You would have washed it, wouldn't you? I'll use this."

The assay took the wooden barrel provided for the well and threw it straight into the well. In a deep cavity, the dry sound of the pulley turning woods spirits.

"You're tired, Ass"

On the side of a man who draws water in silence, the colour of fatigue creeps in.

Placing a barrel on the pedestal, he grinned bitterly.

"Do I look that way?

"Yep. Securely under your eyes. You can't even fix it. Don't play makeup artist."

That, there is one thing to say about seeing your face.

Assé smiled weakly and put his hand in the bucket. Clear water falls from the narrow space of your fingers.

Something's wrong.

"... what's wrong with you? Something bothering you?

Die peered into the knight's face from the bottom. Although there is an oligarchy grudge, Assé is not the man who returns grudge and silence to the conversation.

Slightly, he said.

"Die... you're fine"

Die agrees with the abrupt content.

"Yep... right. Maybe not as tired."

Since the beginning of this journey, a strange sense of augmentation has filled my body.

"But Assé is tired and natural. Unlike me, who was just rocked by a carriage, I was driving my own horse, and I kept paying attention."

Assé will be your escort. Even though riding a horse requires strength, you must be on constant alert to prevent danger from descending on one line. In addition, he must look to his men. It's weirder not to be tired.

Assé only smiled vaguely at Die's comfort.

"... something... happened?

Ask the man who starts washing his face with cold well water.

"It doesn't mean what happened."

Taking the hand plush that was hanging on the pattern of the wooden barrel, Assé answered quietly.

"There was nothing...... Nothing, I couldn't."

"Couldn't you do anything?

Assé first consented with his mouth stretched to his self-derisive expression, dropping his hips in a dry spot on the pedestal. Detach the eye area in a slow motion and zero out the seeping exhalation of fatigue.

"The bridge fell in the water increase on the river, and you had to change your path, didn't you?

"Huh? Huh..."

"The road was busted and interrupted. At that moment my head was white"

"But if you do that all of a sudden, so will I. Right?

Anyone should panic in the face of something completely unexpected.

Assé smiled bitterly and shook his head loosely.

"But in the meantime, he was handy enough to come to this town."

"The man?

"It's Dadan."

He groaned, not to mention humiliation.

"The man negotiated with the villagers, secured new guidance and attached permission to accompany them to His Majesty. We have safely crossed the river, arrived in Marlen, and surely, we are treading the road to the King's capital"

Assé combines his hands on his knees and grips them hard.

In the eyes of a flax that could be narrowed in bitterness, a dark darkness was shooting.

"I have encouraged my studies and swordsmanship to dedicate my next queen's sister from an early age. That won't change after I've lost my sister, and before I embarked on this journey, I punched her in. … but all of those things seemed pointless."

"That's not true."

"No, it doesn't mean it's perfectly pointless, regardless. But... once you get out of the country, there's nothing to say. There's no need for Dadan to ignore me."

"Dadan, did you say that?

Die raised his voice of condemnation. It's fine that the horses don't fit, but I want you to stop biting when you do.

'Cause I'm gonna stick around senseless.'

Assé denied the speculation of the die and finally slipped his gaze to the side. Through the window ahead, I can see Zeno and Rodimus. The knight belonging to Perfilia and the Chancellor of Delligeria were in the process of negotiating something while bickering.

Is it because of the boldness that Rodimus' expression can be stretched somewhere?

"I never thought stepping out into the outside world would be so uncomfortable"

Gripping his fingertips tightly, Assé said.

"Can I... help His Majesty properly"

Then Assé apologized to Die for the weak sound he had emitted and turned back to his original responsibilities.