The Queen’s Cosmetician

Kai, and the pottery rang.

Splendid ceramic white vessel. Inside, a large grain of sweets is packed. I picked one of them up and threw it into my mouth, gently closing the lid.

Step away from the concierge and lean against the window frame.

Ditrout, who was looking down the courtyard at all costs, looked back to the sound of a light knock on the door.

"It's me."

A lady entered the room without waiting for her permission, stopping near the entrance and thanking her. Staring at its graceful work, DiTrout tilted his neck.

"Who beside His Majesty?

Serenesty's main escort seldom leaves his side.

"There's an old Sagan. … we have brought you the roster of missions in Delligeiria"

Stuffed at a distance without a footstep, he offered Ditrout the paperwork he had on his side.

"On purpose?"

There is no need for anyone to carry non-confidential texts. But the shadow of the queen didn't seem to be going to answer Ditrout's question.

Because according to reports received earlier from Zeno, the missions of the neighbouring countries are escorted by Zeno's men and are expected to arrive today and tomorrow.

The two-piece paper describing the personnel that make up the group is illuminated by the information that Ditrout himself secretly sent to his home country and the latest brought from Zeno.

Ditrout, who was looking through, blinked at the unexpected name he had headlined.

(Alvina?)

The unaccompanied name belongs to a magician who lived in the wilderness west of Castle Capital.

(Did you go up to the castle?

"Was he a short-term magician involved before?

"Probably. He's responded to a public call since the castle opened."

"He said he was a good magician."

"Be careful. good arm, then it may not fit"

Alvina's ever-unbreaking soft smile is backed by absolute confidence. Some of the magic she deals with is something that should have already been lost from the world. Dietrout was also eyeing that the magician might be involved in not returning a single assassin who had unleashed himself for the mariage that had been used.

I didn't expect a whimsical mage who preferred freedom to be spoiled by herself being hired by a castle.

There's only one possible reason.

(... her, or)

Deanna Setra's name was mixed among the women.

I guess they pass their real names in the castle.

Feeling his gaze, DiTrout raised his face. The pale iris of the pigeon captures the ditlout.

"Will you give it to His Majesty?

Return the report to: The shadow of the queen picked up the paperwork, while still keeping one eye on Ditrout.

"What?"

"Which is the name of the makeup artist?

Even by the side, the more difficult it is to hear, the more divulged the question.

(12) He took his gaze off and turned the paperwork.

Identity attached to the name. There, there's no cosmetologist letters.

"Don't worry."

“ I overlapped the book at hand with the report and held it back.

"Even if you don't know your first name, there's nothing in the way of the plan. … I will give it to His Majesty as it is"

"Phew"

"Yes."

Ditrout inquired at the neutral white face, where the expression was missing.

"... why didn't you report it?

To our king.

About the makeup artist. That she's a woman. That you tried to take her home.

Get her......

It's not like I didn't take it personally.

"... so unworthy to kill, is it not enough to take?

Without confusing the meaning of the inquiry, he tilts his neck.

"I don't think it's a good idea to report the end of the matter and disturb His Majesty's heart more than necessary."

No, Ditrout clogs the back of his throat looking for words to return to the shadow of the Queen who asks.

"You are His Majesty's minister. Don't forget that."

"Naturally."

"... excuse me"

Deeply overwhelmed by his apologies, he corrected his posture and left the room.

Only a shadow for one person extends into a room that has returned to silence once again.

Ditrout returned to the window and hung his finger on the edge of the pier.

The implant of roses is thin and warm. The appearance reminds me of the gardens of the mansion where I lived provisionally until about six months ago.

Ditrout slowly laid his eyes down, as he drove the remnants of the days he had thrown away.

Pushing open the lid, which was closed to the glare, the slightly bitter gray sea stretched out at the end of the plain, using the white sandy beach as a boundary.

Water-surface soaking in the morning sun. Make sure you sew through that narrow space, and the black shadow is slipping.

A semi-circular city existed, trying to stick to the coast, thinking that it was headed for the ship. Protected by walls and filled with tea roofs and blue-grey buildings, the city boasted the largest of what it had seen since it entered the country.

Perfilia's, the king's capital.

When Zeno's men accompanying him from Marlen entered the King's Capital safely on behalf of the proceeding, Die's master kept his curious eyes open, looking out the window.

"I also thought when I saw it from outside the walls..."

Mariage squeaks as she follows the flowing scenery.

"It's very different from our country."

"Right...... The building is also quite robust, and the wood is low"

While indicating consent, Die also looks out the window. The difference between the landscape of King Delligeria's capital and that of Perfilia was historically reflected in the eyes of the die the more I saw it.

There is no sense of unity in the streets of Del Ligueiria, except in the compartments where the nobles live. The narrow passageways go up, down, left and right, and the backtown workshop district, among other things, is somewhere cluttered by the attention of the craftsmen.

Meanwhile, the houses that connect the houses to this city are similar in shape, and the streets stretch undistorted from the gate toward the castle. The streets, as if they were crafts, showed that they had been built after careful consideration of the whole picture.

Originally, this capital of the king of Perfilia, located at the mouth of one of the leading estuaries of the western continent, was rich in greenery and loved as a place of excursion by the principalities of the Devil's Duchy. I guess there's also a reason around that the city structure was planned.

But I remember the neat beauty of it.

He said Mariage felt the same way as Die. Away from the window and sitting back in her chair, she twisted her neck wide with her arms together.

"Something too pretty? This city was burned down once, wasn't it?

I hear that the capital was set on fire during the civil unrest caused by the conflict between the left and right ministers.

The city, which was built up of baked bricks, was stained with coal, ash and blood, and few buildings were smashed down with gunpowder and hammers, he said. But on the dirt walls of the houses visible through the windows, the remnants of the former tragedy were not seen even fine dust.

"Of course, I rebuilt it."

I answered with my eyes narrowed to the sunlight that Rodimus, present, plugged in.

"The rebuilding of the city is one of the first things Queen Serenesty has done in power. He turned his hand on repairs to everything, not just to the capital, but to the whole of the country, to small villages, with the exception of areas where he could no longer apply his hand. The job was addressed to those who had lost their jobs and wandered around. Look, the walls aren't even painting the dirt walls, are they? It's because amateurs painted their own houses, not artisans."

The houses, suggested by Rodimus and reviewed again, all have blue-grey walls. Though the walls coarsely painted with soil look coarse at first glance, they are as beautiful as light soaking water bottoms, combined with the glass of windows containing blisters. Its shades, which can look cold together, add to the red tea on the roof and tailor the city's impressions to something elegant.

"It seems the wages were twisted free of everything in the treasury. However, by successfully rebuilding this, Queen Serenesty recovered twice as much tax revenues as before. This has become a source of funding for the annexation of the two neighbouring countries"

Reassemble your hands on your knees, Rodimus adds.

"It is easy to say that the foundations of the kingdom are consolidated, but the Queen is not educated in imperialism like you. Publicly, she was the daughter of a local lord, not far from the throne, although she was from the aristocratic class.... Yet the rate at which reconstruction was accomplished is unusual. I'm afraid so."

Mariage silenced with a strange face and turned her gaze slowly out again.

The street paved with colored stones, the clutter, the laughter of the people who go and go there.

They all claim to be of the past, such as civil unrest.

Eventually, the view of downtown broke off, shifting the city from northeast to southwest, to river ones.

A flock of spires surrounded by trees fill the delta that divides its flow in two.

Cross the bounce bridge, past the gate. From the clippings of the pruned trees, the magnificent building begins to emerge.

"Royal castle of Perfilia......"

Die was muttering unconsciously, with an exclamation exhale.

A rectangle based on left-right symmetry, one more floor at a time as we head behind the site. The upstairs section, made by sticking out in the front, is supported by thick columns arranged at equal intervals. It's a shaped beauty reminiscent of the temple. From the back of the building, built with a straight line as the tone, the tower boasted to heaven a beautiful bell-shaped roof, connected by four spires surrounding it and a crossing corridor.

The carriage, slowed down, stops at the green doorway to signal the hissing.

"Queen Delligeria, Her Majesty Mariage Mizwieri Delligeria, you have arrived!

As if it had been in the high decree, the flag made a loud cloth noise.

Die, who got off the carriage earlier, held back by the door and waited for the two of them. First Rodimus disembarks and lines up on a die, offering an auxiliary hand to Mariage. She confirmed the scaffold to support it, honking the sound of her heels high as she got off.

Beyond the fountain, which makes similar water noises to fog rain, a staircase with gentle steps stretches straight.

A white petal of wild roses marked by the Virgin, rocking like an edge ornament on either side of it. Soldiers, handed out every few steps across the carpet, stand upright and face each other differently.

Occasionally, the sound of banging the flag wind broke into the water noise of Sarasa.

A stone column corridor supporting a semi-circular beam swallows the end of the stairs.

Secondly, Die remembered his gaze and raised his face. Mariage is silently staring down at the die.

What is in that eye is not just tension over first time diplomacy.

(I'm sure this one is as familiar as I am)

Die is not the only one who felt like being torn apart by that man's betrayal and wished everything was a dream.

Because he was absent from the scene of stabbing Laura Huntingdon, there is still a lack of realism in Mariage. I guess her eagerness to perfilia row is also due to seeing everything with her eyes, delimiting it, and wanting to get a sense of reality.

It's boiled, and for the most part, that one, he's not jealous, he's holding onto us somewhere, and he thinks of us.

We are here to crush such ridiculous hopes.

As the die smiled and nodded, Mariage also smiled at her mouth and began to walk over the fiber weave.

Dive through huge doors and continue down the ceiling-high taken passage. Light poured through the colored bolts of rose windows, staining rainbows through passages that should have been white.

The end of the street was a vast garden.

No, Die thought it was from here in the true castle. Beyond the garden where the lawn is laid and the plants and flowers are artistically distributed, you can see the four spires from the carriage - that's the main building.

There was a figure of a girl, who could follow a knight and a young man in black, in the east room set on the road there.

She's a well-made daughter. Molasse-colored hair, clear pale eyes. The ivory skin, which is clear to the sun, is covered in a white fabric with a shine similar to that of a pearl, from the collar to the toe. Soft costume to hide body lines. There were cuts in the multiple cuffs stretching to the hem, with a peek of blue overlaid in the back.

The balls of pearls that adorn your hair shake and sound like bells.

-... if you observe, the creation was too similar to “the man”.

"Welcome aboard."

To a group that stopped at a certain distance, she raised her voice of welcome.

"Thank you for your hard work so far away, I tremble on my chest just in case of friendship."

The languid soft voice sounds familiar. It was the voice of a girl who showed her way to a stray die in the courtyard of the Royal Castle on the day of the Queen's election.

Die lurked his breath and stared at his daughter with a smile without some gaps.

She is the Queen of Perfilia, who is revered and feared and hailed as a masterpiece.

Serenesti Yerni Perfilia.

"Thank you for generously acknowledging our sudden offer."

Mariage's voice was calm. To her, whom I give my deepest thanks, the die and all the rest who refrain behind me imitate.

Ahead of raising his face, Serenesty said, deepening the grin to the point of being poisonous.

"Please think of it as my castle and relax. We extend our heartfelt welcome to our good neighbors"