The Queen’s Cosmetician

Didn't Die just get lost in some applause and can't come back?

The hope that Mariage had before bedtime is shattered with dismay. There was no such thing as a die among the ladies who showed up to help with their personal affairs.

Mariage changed her clothes in silence. The women also did not say a word more than was necessary while tying Mariage's hair and beating white powder on her skin.

"Morning, Mariage"

Rodimus, who appeared at the end of the discipline to gauge compatibility, flauntingly urged the ladies to leave the room.

"Did you get some sleep?

"Yep. Somewhat. Did you sleep well over there? You look terrible."

Mariage accused the Chancellor of his poor complexion. It's so terrible. A well-organized costume makes it even more remarkable. I don't think it's the face I'm going to sell to the Perfilia officials.

"If there was a die, it would be a little more of a seen face, wouldn't it? She's not here at all."

"If Die had been here properly in the first place, my beauty wouldn't have been compromised."

"Don't say your own beauty or anything. It's disgusting."

"I apologize for that.... Now it's time to get down to business"

Rodimus squeezed his expression after loosening his shoulders for laughter. Make sure it's just the two of us. He keeps talking.

"It's about the die first, though. I'll tell everyone she's safe."

"Everybody... to the Serenesties?

"No, to the officials from Del Ligueiria."

Hand controlled mariage spitting out stuffing words, Rodimus explains with a bitter colour in his eyes.

"I've just seen how everyone's doing. Even though I'm nervous, everyone's going to be in a state of panic when they hear the die's gone missing. It's not a very working atmosphere."

They seemed physically and mentally constricted by what happened following Marlen's incident. I was wondering if I would be in danger next.

"So I decide that yesterday's matter was merely a missed message. Die got sick and turned back to his room. The samurai, anxious to make a difference on her own in an unfamiliar place, had been delayed in contacting her because she had taken care of the die. In the meantime, the die was missing, which made a fuss. Die is still resting in his bedroom."

"If I told you Die was back, wouldn't some officials say they wanted to see that kid's face? You're gonna keep everybody shut from that kid's bedroom all the time?

"That's not a problem. He says Alvina will do something about it."

"Alvina did?

"Use magic. See, the technique they used when the die was kidnapped..."

"The topcoat of appearance?

"Yes. Use that."

They say it makes the die look asleep.

Alvina herself, who described "painting her figure" as a technique of skill, can use it somehow. By the way, they say one or two is the limit if you hang on someone else.

Yuma serves as the substitute for Die. Sometimes the killer has used her figure at will, and she is the most upset samurai with Die being kidnapped. It would have been better if she had been given some role, but her mind must have rested.

"Are you saying you're not looking for a die anymore?

"I'll look. It is the knights who do it. They have an explanation of the situation from the assay. We have to get everyone back on guard and get them in charge."

"How are you going to explain this to the Perfilia side?

Even assuming you found a die, that's not a story that ends only in the inner circle. The Perfilia side is asking for help on the first day of the die search.

"I will say thank you for the help you gave me yesterday"

That's all I'll keep, Rodimus replied.

"And then we'll see how it goes. How do they react? You must have caught the die for something. There's a lot of work to do here from the other side."

"Purpose."

If you grabbed a die to use it as a threatening material, you'd have a reaction.

But suppose “the man” just wanted to get a die.

Mariage lay her eyes down.

(At that time, all I have to do is take it back)

"Besides exploring their reactions, there's still something to do, Your Majesty."

Returning to me to the words of the Chancellor, Mariage raised her face. Rodimus puts up two fingers to show, one of which folds slowly.

"We talked about it yesterday, but it's about doing what we're scheduled to do. Complete the original purpose properly."

That is, to grasp the position to be taken by each of the Perfilians we meet, the reasons why we take that position, and to forge as friendly a relationship as possible with them.

If this visit comes to a successful conclusion and some kind of treaty is to be concluded between the two countries, we need people on the Perfilia side who can work to make it a little more beneficial for this side. Failure to excavate it will make this journey futile.

"We will always explore the people around Serenesty, the people we are invited to, each and every one of us. Let's also listen to the rumors of the uninvited."

"Okay."

"And the most important thing we should do."

Rodimus broke his other finger and smiled.

"Let's survive. Not quite."

Things don't always end on their own. Mariaj could be attacked herself. The same can be said of the others.

Mariage grabbed the hem of the costume and shook her neck vertically only to the Chancellor.

The sound of a knock on the door sounds and the door opens. The women announce the arrival of the knights led by Assé. They are welcome to breakfast parties.

With the ladies' drop-off behind her back, Mariage took Rodimus' arm and left the holding room behind.

The reception hotel does not make a single sound, but is also separated from the chirping of the birds. A corridor based on blue and white, exposed to the sun and once again prominent. The colour makes the hotel decor look sophisticated. But Mariage had the cold impression.

The reason I think so is because the blue is cold. The person who taught it to Mariage was a die. They say it's a color that doesn't really suit the contours of the mariage. A color rarely used in the eye area.

'Do you mind? Dear Mariage'

The cliché of the die comes back to my ear after I finish makeup.

'As always, look great, keep your chest up. Stretch your spine. That's all. You look like a queen, and you look like makeup.'

Mariage relaxed her mouth to a thought and a laugh, stopping and looking back behind her. Those who follow look back at Mariage in surprise. From nervousness, their faces were uniformly strong. The assay, among other things, lacks glory either because of the tiredness of the search for the die or because of its expression.

Everyone's rotten face is hard to see.

Mariage looked over silently at the company.

- Your master is here.

You need to feel weak. Where is it?

Everyone retightens their expressions and corrects their spines.

Confirming that, Mariage returned her heel.

The guards open one door after another that separates the hallway. As we passed them, the number of soldiers lined up in the hallway increased. It was as if he was being forced into a cage.

The last door opens. In the overflowing light, there is the figure of Serenesty accompanied by Helmut.

- I can't get around to being eaten easily.

Mariage was strong and took a step forward.

For trying to kill a die, he's not going to treat you like a dick.

Die swallowed his spit at the breakfast on top of the basin.

Solid grilled noodles , onion and meat juice, small apples. Although the quantity is not great, it is very luxurious as a meal to the prisoner. I can gleam in Die's eyes after gasping overnight on an empty stomach.

By accident. I'm about to spill who. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took a deep breath before holding the key.

The vigilance to suspect poison contamination also holds the die together.

Unfortunately, the dishes are made of wood. It is not possible to discern the poison due to the discoloration of the metal. This cell is much cleaner than a backtown inn, and experiments with rats and insects are unlikely.

The belly worm presses for surrender.

Die sighed and took the spoon.

The breakfast tasted normal. It was rather delicious. The hand of the meal, which was surprising at first, is gradually gaining momentum. If I noticed, it was like licking on a plate.

I don't feel any better, I don't remember a sudden sleeper.

Nothing really, it seemed like it was just breakfast. They're going to keep the die alive.

(I wonder what you're going to do)

I can't solve it because I kidnapped a die in the first place.

If you just wanted to hear about Marlen, you shouldn't have had to choose this way. Even as a negotiator for that 'Treaty of Friendship', Die lacks actors.

"You don't have to let me through, you just have to threaten Mariaj directly."

I don't even want to imagine where Mariage would be attacked. But from Serenesty's point of view, it seems so efficient.

(After all, I'm a hostage to Master Mariage?

"But somehow, it's not refreshing"

"What is it?

"What..."

Die replied to me, yes. Blood draws, leaning back at the door.

Two men were peeking at the die through an iron door window. One is an unrecognizable soldier. The other is nothing else - …….

"Ditrout"

Prime Minister Perfilia, whose name was called, raised a single eyebrow and urged the soldiers next door to do something with his eyes.

"Have a meal."

suggests dishes emptied by soldiers. Die plugged the layered dishes into the basin supply port. The soldier takes it and quietly leaves the scene.

Ditrout's gaze follows him.

Forever seemingly, but slightly silent.

The sound of the soldier's shoes disappeared and a beat later, Ditrout opened his mouth.

"You can often flatten that beautifully."

"What?"

"It's a meal. Didn't you suspect it was poisoned?

Die was angry at the tone he made of the man's little fool.

"Were you in there?

"Not in"

His voice was laughing in tease.

Die stepped back from the iron door and looked up at the man again. Its white beauty can be seen across the vertical stripes of the plaid. He looked more expressive than he did last night when he was relative.

But its heart is immeasurable.

"What are you doing here?

"You can't get along."

"How do you feel about just being told that?

"I do. Regardless."

Slightly hey, Ditrout told Die to sit down.

To the roaming die, he overlaps words.

"Sit down."

Die dropped his hips on the spot for good.

I had a feeling he was coming back. But I didn't think it was coming this early.

Honestly, I'm confused.

A sound of clothes rubbing reached the ear of the die laying down his face.

I can see Ditrout poking his knee over the service port.

"Hands."

And he says.

"It's the injured hand. Lend me."

"What..."

Just lend it to me.

He's not going to answer the question in DiTrout.

In the mood to be whatever, Die offered him his hand as he was told.

Put your wrist on the edge of the service port. It's a form that only puts your right hand outside. Poke a cheek wand with an empty hand on a raised knee.

Shit, there was a rubbing sound of metal. The sound of the stiffness continues to ring.

What the hell is this man doing? The inexplicability is also superb here.

The die, who questioned the man in exasperation to recruit, suddenly closed his open mouth with a grasp of his wrist.

The bandage is broken.

Last night, it was wrapped up by a whistle, and it slipped outside without a sound. The cloth placed on the wound is also removed.

On the inner wrist, thin, thin, red muscles run.

Even if I hadn't stayed until they cut me off, I would have bled to death if the wound had been a little deeper.

Die, who was popping his spine in his imagination, remembered the lukewarm feel on his wrist.

The smell of medicine is on my nose.

The mucus pulls the thread.

Fine, soft, that, the man spreads on the wrist of the die.

Be polite.

Be careful.

Above thin skin, no excess.

"Ditto, Laut?

To Die's call, the man did not answer.

What is rubbed on the affected area is not poisonous. Because Ditrout touches it with his bare hands.

(Well, what)

I don't know why he bothered to take the girl who ordered me to cut off Die's wrist as the only one - I don't even want to know.

The ointment is warm and thickened. Every time the fingertips of the man who wraps it follow the blood vessels that emerge on his wrist, the indescribable itching spreads.

The man's fingers were cold.

Like a skin sting. Like engraving that feeling and temperature into the die's skin.

"Why did you catch me?

Die pressed his forehead against the door and asked to gasp.

"Serenesty told you, didn't he?

Ditrout began to wrap a bandage around Die's wrist. That's brand new without wrinkles. A dazzling white claims to exist in the dark.

"Is that the role of swallowing that ridiculous Treaty of Friendship to Master Mariage?

Die snorted.

"It's also a good idea to make fun of me. Please don't make a mistake. You're not the only one who's going to be in trouble for kidnapping me."

I know his first job. I've been watching it at the Mizwieri house. The strategy is sensible and useless. I don't know.

"It should have been easier to catch them together with the mariages. Just invite us to a place convenient in your queen's name."

For example, you can call it in the name of a get-together only for the Queen and her neighbors. As a Perfilia side, I can secure mariages and dies without devoting as much effort. Then all you have to do is directly threaten Mariage.

I just thought about it - how effective it would be to hurt a die in front of a mariage. It would also be more likely that Mariage would swallow Serenesty's demands.

"Without doing that, just me, why did you throw him into the barn? How could you be so busy? Your queen ordered you to be soft enough to be an insider?

Die breathed much more in the words that came out of his mouth with momentum. Insider. That's the firmest answer I've ever had.

But from Ditrout, I was lost in laughter.

"Insider is a clever imitation, you can't do it"

I had no words to give it back. Absolutely. I have all the lies on my face.

"I think you're poking at a good spot. As for the point of softness, it's not a mistake."

Tie the corners of the bandage together to release Die's hand, and Ditrout stood up. The die was also attached and raised his hips. Grasp the plaid near your shoulder with your freshly allotted hand.

The finger was wrapped in a man's hand.

"Why did you capture only you? -... Your Majesty has only fulfilled my wish."

"Wishes, every?

"Yep."

Ditrout pulls the hand of the die peeled off the lattice. At that fingertip he shoved himself in the face.

The cheeks of the man touching the glimpse of are swollen and limp.

Ditrout exhales one breath with a restful face as if the young child were leaning against his mother.

And I laughed with my pale eyes loose.

"I want you, my"

Every wish.