The Queen’s Cosmetician

The man who was introduced thanked him by packing a step away and mouthed lightly on the back of Mariage's hand.

"I'll give it to you first. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty."

My pale eyes narrow. Smile without gaps. It's a leftover face. Mariage knows that most of them will be relieved or captivated by the smile.

A man wakes himself up and releases Mariage's hand.

During that time, and even then when he was shaking hands with Rodimus, who introduced himself, Mariage was silently staring at a man called Ditrout.

Serenesty and DiTrout were brothers and sisters so closely resembled that they were confused with the twins. Even I saw him separately, and at a glance I found him to be a close blood relative.

And the fact that the only other person who wanted to be a puppet was the queen of this neighboring country.

Three years of service to the Mizweeri family, following the life of my lord sister. Ditrout wondered what the hell he was thinking. Were you still mocking Mariage?

Mariaj doesn't have a hairy head for a man who laughs in the face of Perfilia's prime minister, whether he's going to complain or curse him as a traitor.

This man, from the beginning, was a pain in the ass.

I'm fine.

Mariage moaned in her chest as she looked to Ditrout.

(Originally, I thought it was frigid, disgusting, and I didn't believe it)

It's just -...

Grip the tip of the folded fan, strong and strong.

Why didn't you take Die?

The man headlined it with his hand and put it on the mariage, the cosmetician girl.

The girl he cared about like a treasure in those days.

Gently, you were laughing.

Not really, you were calling me by name.

That kid's real name.

(Thought I didn't know that?

We know Ditrout tried to bring the die back. Die himself poked at it like no other.

But Ditrout shouldn't have pulled his hand there. We should have dragged him, but we should have taken him.

It is the duty of those who, blindfolded more than necessary, draw admiration from the die.

Now Die calls the man he named Heath with a hard, strong voice with “the man”.

Every time Mariage hears it, she wants to knock down the side of the man in question.

Apologize to her.

Mariage roared in the back of her throat. Ditrout is silently returning his gaze. I didn't see any antiquity or sentiment in those quiet pale eyes that seemed to be good for my former employer.

I'm fine with it.

It's just -...

(Sit down on that girl and apologize...)

That I deceived her. That I disobeyed the faith. That you betrayed your love.

(Apologize!

"Sire?"

Rodimus raised his voice of surprise and Mariage interrupted his thought. The performance breathes back and the temperature returns to your hands. Mariage pulled her finger off the fan. I can't see it because of the gloves, but it will be snugly moulded.

"Your Majesty, what is it? Lord Yerni is confused."

It was more of Rodimus with a puzzling look on his face. Both Serenesty and Rodimus take Mariage's indiscreet gaze with a thin smile.

"Excuse me"

Mariage took care of the grin. The way you once taught me to do it from the current proxy of the Mizwieri family, that's right.

"Both of you, I can show you beauty. I was dazzled by that glare."

"Rather than blinding, you had some tough eyes to look at, didn't you?

Rodimus peeled a little at Serenesty's remarks. Ditrout is also staring at his sister's face in a way that he can't be sincere.

Serenesty had a mild laugh by the way.

"I'm not proud of my body, but when I can pull with my brother, the majority of the ladies will be delirious, so Mariaj's reaction is fresh. I was wondering if it was for any reason."

Ditrout frowned, and Rodimus flashed, to the untrue tale.

Mariage concealed her mouth with an open fan, fu, fu.

"It looked like a raccoon."

I sarcastically say it off, gazing all over me.

"... vandalized my raw house garden, usually hairy... to a fucking raccoon"

The Yerni brothers and sisters are circling their eyes and Rodimus is causing the queen's distractions to draw her face.

That didn't make me crazy.

"I'm kidding."

Mariage closed her fan and smiled furiously.

"Until I learned to be jealous as a woman of Lord Yerni's much beauty. Forgive me."

I wouldn't have convinced you. Still, Serenesty nodded to Eagle Deep.

"I'm also jealous of my brother's beauty."

and so on.

Sometimes the officials are not on both sides, and the conversation opens once.

On his departure from saying hello and breaking up, he was stopped by Ditrout.

"Her Majesty the Queen of Mariage"

Mariage restarts her top smile and looks back at the man who remained silent after her greeting.

"What's wrong? Lord Yerni."

"You are so beautiful."

Ditrout was really sneery.

"The colour flavour of the coral suits you well.... gorgeous, adorable"

- Let's apply makeup.

Gloriously, adorably.

This man, he must be.

That girl's, intent.

"I have a good makeup artist."

Mariage narrows her eyes.

"It's my side. I'll show you later."

Then he turned his heels back in momentum and stepped out forcefully.

Ridiculous, angry -... and why not, I wanted to cry.

This farce, to everything.

Dropping off the clerks attending the dinner party, the knights of the escort and the women who were planning to refrain from attending the large hall's adjoining room as caretakers, Die hurried to the tailoring room. In a narrower space than that for mariage, two female officers are waiting for each other with their costumes in order.

"Die, come on, come on!

I wash my face as I am rushed and get dressed.

Men's clothes do not need to wear corrective underwear. I got dressed right away.

"Still, it feels like a waste."

The woman pointed at the tip of her mouth as she combed her die hair quickly fastening the cuffs of her jacket in front of the mirror.

"Waste?"

To the swinging die, she stops her hand and nods loudly.

"I think I can see the die when I put on makeup."

"I know!"

Another, who was hanging his undressed clothes, gave him a good peek in the face and agreed with the other party.

"I want to put cute clothes on the die!

"Hey!"

"I'm going to wear it now!? I'll be on the express!

"No, no! You won't have time for that! I don't want to!

Die sighed, politely turning down the woman's supper clothes she could poke at. Be polite as a girl. He snuck it in.

There is a decision to undergo a physical examination before hiring, and gender cannot be hidden in the castle. The reason Die is dressed as a man was simply a matter of ease of movement. When she wore a woman, she stepped on her hem and frequently fell and didn't get a job.

The appearance makes it difficult to discern sex and the sound of a call, and a large number of people working within the castle of Delligeria still mistake the die for a boy.

I think she's cute.

Die looked bitterly at the woman dropping her shoulders and putting her clothes in the box.

"It's over, Die"

"Thank you"

I thank the woman who fixed my hair and turn to the mirror again. A small, luxurious body is reflected there. It's so strange that the outfit doesn't look like a child's outfit.

The first period did not come, there were few irregularities, and the die looked at the body that was easy to simulate to the boy, as if it were someone else's.

Over the past six months, I have been busily killed by a variety of new tasks and studies and rarely bothered with growth issues.

No.

Die was beginning to fear when growth would begin.

I'm scared that it's going to happen.

The girl who squatts and cries seems to block Die's eyes softly.

Die shook his head and turned his heel back. It is time to pick him up.

"Oh, I think I'm here."

The sound of a light knock on the door engraves the beat.

One of the women officers headed to the door and invited visitors into the room.

"Yuma, welcome and good luck"

The woman who served as an escort to the die seems to be Yuma. She smiled, labored by her colleagues, as she appeared with several knights.

"Let's go"

Nodding to his hurrying friend, Die looks back at the two remaining to clean up.

"Sorry, thank you"

"Come on in."

"Have fun!

I wave back to the ladies who say the words of drop-off and head out into the hallway. Yuma quickly held the hand of the die standing next to her, as she could not wait.

Soft, warm, white fingers that envelop the hand of the die.

Second, I feel uncomfortable.

"Yuma?"

"What?

In response to Die's call, Yuma responded with surprise. What's wrong with you? The smile of a friend who asks is familiar.

One of the knights closes the door.

Die swallowed a sense of uninterruptibility and began walking in the hallway where silence came from, drawn by Yuma.

The lights of magic lit up at night illuminate the blue fiber layers. The windows were anointed with darkness, bringing a sense of obstruction to the die. He hurries forward on his feet as he finds himself in strange breathlessness. I wanted to get there quickly, based on Mariage, who would be waiting for Die to arrive.

But I can't get there.

The fingertips gripped by Yuma slowly began to lose their blood.

"Yuma......"

I want you to loosen your strength.

To Die's call, she doesn't answer. Even though the face you look up must belong to a daughter you know well, it turns with strange discomfort.

Exhaling up at the leading knights, Die finally realized who he was, though caught in consciousness.

"Yuma!"

Yuma looked down as she tilted her neck at the die that shook her connecting hand and raised her voice.

"What's going on?

Die swallowed his spit to dampen his thirst rapidly.

"Why..., alone, are you guided by the people of Perfilia?

Die turned his gaze around the knights dressed in blue based squad clothes. I don't see any Delligerian ones among them surrounding the two of us.

"Why?

Yuma flashed in wonder.

'Cause I was anxious to be alone.

"Impossible."

Yuma laughed at the die, who I assure you clearly.

"Die, even I get as anxious as I get when I travel my first place alone."

"That's not what I meant."

He shook his head loosely and the die stared at his white fingers, tangled in his own hands.

"... we are strictly ordered not to walk alone. No matter what the case is when you travel, it's a pair. Yuma is not the only one who travels. Even if you ask the people of Perfilia to guide you, there will always be one knight of Delligeria, accompanied by an escort"

It was an arrangement made before leaving Del Ligueiria. And it has been confirmed even on arrival at the Royal Castle.

How strong Yuma's hand was, Die looked up to his friend in pain.

From the face of my familiar daughter, my emotions are missing.

At first glance at the white side like that mask, Die learned the feeling that something cold on his back conveyed.

lag unconsciously.

"Yuma."

"I see."

She shrugged.

"That's how it was working"

A slightly cryogenic, deafening voice leaks out of her lips.

"But it doesn't seem thorough"

Die looked around. The knights remain uniformly faceless, just pointing their vain eyes at the die and not making it faint. It was creepy as if surrounded by elaborate dolls.

In their narrow space, glitter, light moves.

Light green phosphorescence - demon's, lights.

That's zero falling off the head of the woman holding Die's hand.

The area wrapped in light was cracked like an egg shell.

"Yu, ma?

Behind my throat, I have cramps and pain.

The shell, which imitated the figure of a friend, fell into a fine fragment, light from the side touching the earth and blinking like a fire powder. Shadows illuminated from various angles twist themselves around on the wall.

Die stood breathless on a completely different face from Yuma, whose contours broke and became evident.

"... Ah, there it is"

That look looks familiar.

Until the end, in a speechless die, the young man, dressed as Yuma, narrowed his green gray eyes and lowered.

After finishing around greeting the attendees on the Perfilia side, Mariage lowered her back to the chair on the wall. Due to the standing food format, the tables lined with dishes are driven to the wall. The same goes for chairs. I had a good view of the venue.

Mariage stared softly at the people waiting for the opening of the meeting. The Del Ligueiria officials seem to have finally gotten used to the air on the field. I am starting a conversation with the people of Perfilia, even though it is not a good idea. I strictly urge them to listen to me anyway with the attitude of keeping the opportunity to speak to them to a minimum and allowing them to study. The attempt seems to be successful as far as it goes. Yeah. To an audience from Del Ligueiria, who hammers so tightly, the pelfilian nobles who wave their tongues seemed comfortable.

"Your Majesty"

Rodimus offered Mariage a tall cup filled with water.

"You must be thirsty."

Mariage silently received water from him.

Rodimus tells the knight of the escort to step back and fit in his place.

"... what do you want to talk about? Rodimus."

"It's about raccoons."

Rodimus' voice was stiff.

"... Your Majesty, did you know from the beginning"

Using reverence despite being alone would be a sign of his anger.

Mariage searched for Ditrout. He keeps an eye on the venue, holding back beside Serenesty.

I just found out.

Correct, I just checked.

that Heath Livort is a Ditrout Yerni.

"It's obvious. If I knew better, I'd tell you."

Rodimus had been spying on Mariage's face for a while. Like exploring the right or wrong of words.

Mariage looked at him. One word, I command.

Believe me.

Loosen his expression, Rodimus responded.

"And then all of a sudden we had that exchange, so I thought something was up. Life expectancy has shrunk."

He suggests a mix of interactions with Serenesty. I'm sorry, Mariage honestly apologized.

"Didn't you ever face Heath? I thought I wanted to see your face before, and I would have seen your face at Gertrude's night club."

That was the first meeting I attended with a die. Because I had to dance with this man, Die was surrounded by noble children who didn't like him, and lost in the mansion.

In Del Ligueiria, lines are drawn for nobility and royal castle officials. During the Queen's race, the latter is not allowed to leave the castle. No one has seen Heath face to face. Rodimus, on the other hand, had been given only a few days to be able to show his face outside. Because he, the son of his predecessor Queen Elaine, has the right to vote for the Queen and must see and hear about the Queen's candidates. Gertrude's nightclub, they also attended as part of it.

"I'd rather not give you a specific name. I don't know what kind of girl is listening to me."

Whispering the advice, Rodimus answered.

"I didn't see him because he was wrong then. After that, I didn't get to see my face. I'll only be out of the palace for a few days."

Rodimus also saw Ditrout again. Observe him welcoming with nothing to eat face, and Rodimus groans bitterly.

"No way... myself, I can't believe it"

Who would have guessed that a man, the brother and prime minister of the queen like no other, had infiltrated Delligeria as an intermediary, etc.

"Mostly. What do we have?"

Rodimus may also want to ask himself. Del Ligueiria is a small, weak country where self-sufficiency is at its best.

"Besides... there would be another way"

Del Ligueiria is a geography that is difficult to invade by force. But the difference in force is overwhelming. I'm not sure why I chose the roundabout method of tailoring the puppet queen to keep that country in my hands.

"Not if you're arguing about it now, Roddy. Whatever... it means I can't get out of my mind while I'm here."

I guess there was something more to it than targeting Del Ligueiria once. That's probably just what I want to expand my national territory. And I'm not even the kind of person who easily gives up the purpose I held.

Even at this moment when you're invited as a guest, it's not surprising that it was their plan.

Mariage chewed her teeth.

The fact that Mariage was chosen as Queen is her own strength, says Die.

But Mariage doesn't think so. It's still the result of having those brothers and sisters.

I can guess why they chose Mariage for the role of puppet.

Easy for you, it must have seemed - more than anyone among those queen candidates.

(Don't even think about it now.)

Mariage whispered in her chest to Perfilia's prime minister, followed by a make-up artist - groaning at her daughter, who swore she would follow her to the end.

(Look, Die)

Make me regret choosing myself as a puppet, and I will freely slap that man.

I guess I'll be able to believe my strength as a queen for the first time then.

And that pivotal daughter, she doesn't quite show up.

"Die, it's late"

Rodimus represented the heart of Mariage.

Damn, what are you doing?

Two applauses shook the irritating mariage tympanic membrane.

"My Loved Subordinates"

Serenesty's clear voice sounds loud. As time went by, the boy of the decree rushed over to Mariage. He whispered quickly.

Under Serenesty, and.

"Dear Del Ligueiria, And Her Majesty Queen Mariage. Thank you again for coming so far."

The queen of Perfilia pays tribute to the mariage that stood before her. Mariage also lifted the costume hem and broke her knee deeply.

"We're all here"

Serenesty said decisively.

Mariage was breathtaking. Serenesty must also know that the die has not arrived. Because I haven't introduced you yet.

Ditrout leans against his sister. Smile. Ethereal eyes reflect mariage.

Its beautiful - a terrible color.

"Go."

At the far left entrance of the mariage, a faded assay leaps in.

"Well, I'd like to get started"

It was almost at the same time that Serenesty declared the meeting open.