The Queen’s Cosmetician

"What?"

"Come to this side."

Ditrout changed his face and made his expression look worse.

"Come to this side, Deanna. You'll find out about yesterday. We have no choice of means if it is to accomplish our purpose. You're going to be killed like this."

"... about yesterday... the play, was it?

To make Die understand the fear of death.

That's all that was really looming -!

"All you have to do is nod and show one to my words. That way you will survive. I'll keep you alive."

"What,"

"Deanna"

The call resembles a magic curse.

Every time a man whispers Die's true name with a comforting voice in his ear, he learns the illusion as if he had been gripped hard by the heart's heart. I want to cry. I'm going to choke. With grief. Or with love that is still elaborate in the depths of my heart.

Die broke his knee and grabbed the plaid with his left hand already. The opponent remained imprisoned by Ditrout.

"What, for"

Managing to retain his reasoning as he was about to be swallowed up by emotions, Die squeezed out his words desperately toward the man.

"What do you want me for? I'm just a makeup artist. Ditrout, I don't think you're a beneficial person. What would you do if you brought in someone like that?

"I won't do anything. You don't have to do anything. You can just be beside me."

Ditrout grips Die's hand hard.

"Why would I want you? There's only one thing like that."

He whispered with his whispered eyes.

"... because I love you"

I want you.

Sound by sound, let pity seep in.

Die looked up and looked at the man. The pale of his eyes was just quiet. But my enthusiasm was faintly lit. Staring at the rash, he rebelled the man's words in his chest many, many times, and finally understood what it meant, Die let his face croak at the cry.

"... Huh?

"I regret it"

DiTrout confessed.

"How, then, did I allow you to choose Mariage? Did you throw it away as it was? … I should have brought you back here after all"

"Shh."

"It's not a lie"

Repeat the exchange of when it was.

Die looked up at the man and shook his neck sideways loosely.

"No, it's a lie. You will not do anything without a clear reason. I don't move with such vague emotions as love. I can't move because of emotion. And..."

Die pressed his forehead against the lattice and moaned.

"You said you never had feelings for us."

"You were the only one who denied it."

Ditrout mouths inside Die's wrist. Die looked up in surprise at the feel over the cloth. At the end of his gaze, Ditrout is closing his eyes.

"I don't speak with ambiguous emotions."

Deep, they say, remembers the feel of his sweet tongue, and the blood in his body is about to boil.

Ditrout shifts lip position from Die's wrist. His dry lips touch. Eat the tender meat.

"Ditto, Laut"

With the meaning of stopping, Die called a man. But he keeps exploring Die's hands anyway. Every single wrinkle in, the thickness of the meat, even the fingers and nails.

"Ditrout, please don't"

A man's tongue traces the outline of a girl's hand. Tickle but caress all of it.

A man's shiny hand. Contrary to that, hot exhalation.

"Stop."

The voice squeezed out of his throat was trembling.

Die was born in Hanaya. I grew up in a place where the colors of men and women could be played out in front of me without a scratch. So I could vividly imagine, for example, that DiTrout would open this door and his lips would pass on his arms and reveal his clothes, touching them underneath without excess.

Deanna trembles.

Sensual.

And to joy.

"Stop."

Die repeated.

"Stop... stop. Please. Please don't. Stop -... Heath!

Perfect.

Ditrout movement stops.

He took his lips off Die's hand and turned back to the front. The appearance was blurred white. The membrane is tense in my eyes. Tears. I conveyed my cheeks, into my mouth. That's terribly painful.

Ditrout's hand touches Ditrout's cheek as he begins to squirm.

"I don't want you to die."

Die slipped away from his face from the hand of a man who smelled slightly of medicine. The look on his face that cares about this one creeps up.

"Is it just me? Where's Lady Mariage? You've been beside that one longer than I have. Don't you have any feelings? And yet I've only been with you for six months, because I love you... you want to help? Who Believes That!!

"Deanna"

"Don't call me!

Shouted as much as he could, Die exhaled.

"Let's just say you really loved me. But I don't like you. When I found out you might be here, I followed you because Mariaj said she wanted to make sure you were there. I didn't want to see you! I never missed you!! I never wanted to see you again!!!

Liar, and.

Deanna said.

I am trembling with so much joy that a man is here. He wants me to hold him with the strength of a bone crunch right now. I want to scratch my hair with my arms around my neck.

It's on me that I fell in love in just six months. It's so loving to be told that I love you and cry out in joy.

"Do you want to see Heath?

To Mariage's question, Die replied that he did not know. I really didn't know.

I was blocking my ears so I didn't know.

The truth can be seen as soon as you listen a little to the back of your mind.

I wanted to come.

I've always wanted to come. Oh, I wanted to come. I wanted to fall in love, and I dreamed about it. Every time it rained at night, I cried with hard memories of being awakened. I was thirsty for his sweet voice.

I really didn't care, like why to hate it. It would have been better if I couldn't find something like that.

The man is so sweet and sweet, so sweet.

I just felt like I was going crazy...

Ditrout's right hand follows Die's cheek. Die shook his head and swung away. But I persevered with that fingertip.

Hold his hand, twist down all thoughts, and Die declared.

"I won't set you up, Ditrout. All you have to do is detain him. But you don't shake your head vertically from me. I will not betray Master Mariage. Never."

Power fell out of Ditrout's right hand, and Die casually dropped his gaze. To make allowance for the die, he's taking off his gloves. A muscle running from the back of his hand to his cuff was in his eyes, and Die was unknowingly biting off his lower lip.

Cramped, thin scars. That he once bore defending the die.

Also makes me want to cry.

"Deanna"

Die looked up.

Ditrout mouths inside Die's wrist again. And made him hold a metal vessel in his hand.

Retract the freed hand. The vessel that fits in the palm of was an earlier small one of the thumbs.

"Paint it again regularly. It heals faster.... you'll have trouble keeping your wrist broken, won't you?

Die leaned down and stared at the vessel. His words are perfectly correct. But I was hesitant to snort honestly.

"I'll only come again"

Signs of a man retreated far away, and Die raised his face.

"Think about what happened earlier."

"Heath."

A ditlout retreating from the door wrinkles deep between the brows.

It was the first look he gave me when I came here.

"No more men like that"

he said.

"Once upon a time... under the tomb"

The face, whispering with a plundered voice, was once distorted by a weeping laugh, just as he himself did when he hung his hand around the neck of a die.

The more I look at it, the more beautiful Serenesty looks.

In the same cool eye area as her brother, her long eyelashes fade away. The thin cloth covering her head to back is dewgrass. At the end of the silk Aya thing, which softens its contour, a flower watermark pattern was sewn away with silver thread. The edge of the thin cloth is further adorned with a bell of pale balls. Shirai, Shirai. The rubbing sounds between the balls added elegance to Serenesty's every move, like that of a princess.

I can tell for the first time in line, but she's never small. Still, Serenesty is somewhat flirtatious and makes others have a luxurious impression.

"Can I help you? Dear Mariage,"

Serenesty tilted her neck in surprise when she noticed her gaze.

"No, nothing"

Mariage put up a loving laugh and adjusted her body's position on the vine chair.

VIP Room located in the east wing of the Royal Castle. The samurai are pouring tea into the tea bowl. The room, which took a large window, was full of liberation, and the wind carried the sweet scent of confectionery lined on the tabletop to its nose tip.

Mariage, who had breakfast with Serenesty and was touring the city, was just returning to the castle to settle down for a break.

Behind Serenesty sitting across the round table is a young man in black and Helmut refraining. Similarly, Mariage was able to follow Rodimus and Ass. The knights of both sides of the escort are waiting outside the room.

"Nice view."

"Yep."

To Rodimus' whisper, Mariage nodded back.

Beyond the window is the castle town of the King Perfilia capital. Bridge, Watergate, Cathedral - Mariage saw every place she visited. It is very interesting, although it almost stayed just to board by carriage, especially since the port is an establishment that does not exist in Del Ligueiria. I was excited the first time I saw an unsupplying ship docked - not at all, Die is absent at the heart of it. She must have too.

"It's a lovely city, Master Serenesti"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

"Is this city built around a cathedral?

Mariage asked Serenesty, who smiles admirably.

I have the feeling that the placement of the building is well controlled since I set foot in the King's Capital. Overlooking it, I could see the situation more clearly. A place of prayer under the castle of the motherland is a chapel dotted in a position of convenience. In the capital of King Perfilia, by contrast, a cathedral was set in the centre of the city. From that place, which is also comparable in size to the small castle, the street, which was the main of Perfilia, is radial.

"A small town centered around the church is the origin of Perfilia"

Serenesty explained.

"By the time the merchants began to enter and flourish from other continents, Maisenburg - Scarlett at the time - had placed the lord. The landscape was beautiful and the nobles often stopped by."

"I know. It used to be a city of excursions."

"Yep... this city of ours is the beginning of all of Perfilia"

With a thin grin on the edge of her mouth, she continues her narrative.

"When Scarlett placed her lord in this city, there was only one road-like road that led to Scarlett. Because the majority of the land except the neighborhood of this city is peatlands. You can't lay streets on loose ground without technology. As a result, the villages at the time were each in isolation. - The consuls sent by Scarlett, the beings who linked them."

They used their own technology to lay the way and traveled around all over Perfilia. Upon arrival, he was corrupted by the education of the peasants. They are never from charity. There are lords' thoughts about improving farming techniques to increase crop yields.

In order to fill the bellies of those gathered in the tourist capital, rare fruits and tea leaves brought from other continents are of course not enough. We needed a stable supply of meat and wheat in the neighborhood.

"... and teachers serving the Virgin Cynthia"

Cynthia is Scarlett, the Duchy of Demons - also known as the Virgin Mary of Maisemble later. It is the object of faith alongside the Lord God. The missionaries built chapels everywhere dedicated to the Virgin, making faith in the Virgin and the principality's prestige of the Devil certain. Knowledge is power and authority. The simple peasants honestly worshipped Scarlett, who gave it in any way, and her motherly Virgin.

Before visiting Perfilia, Mariage is also a learned history.

"For the people of Perfilia, the Virgin is deeper than that."

There is also a Virgin in the chapel of her own country. In prayer, the Lord God and the Virgin are spoken side by side.

Even in Del Ligueiria, the Virgin is certainly believed. But that way seemed different from Perfilia's.

A statue of the Virgin who receives the light from the colored bold and carries a smile of mercy. Mariage felt uncomfortable when she saw it in the cathedral of this country. The Virgin in her own country thought she was more comfortable. I was amazed at how this was different just because I separated one border.

"It was also the Virgin who supported the hearts of the people when the kings of my previous generations were defeated in childbirth and the country was ravaged by civil strife. -... that one day the Virgin will reach out to me for salvation,"

Old times. When Scarlett hadn't shadowed or shaped yet.

People were dawning into battle. Having been plundered in the midst of it, they turn this time to the ravaging side in order to escape the famine. Endless negative chains. A light that shone on the continent that was in the midst of chaos was Cynthia, the daughter later called the Virgin.

She said she was a witch. With an excess demon in the person she healed the wounds and illnesses of the people around - just as then, this time through the Lord God, the Virgin will one day save us. That is how the people of Perfilia encouraged each other.

"Everyone is grateful to the Virgin for successfully passing through the hard times"

"The people will be grateful to you too, Serenesty."

Mariage said.

"It wasn't Serenesty who restored the beauty of this city that the fold of civil strife was in the grill? This city is not the only one. It revives people's minds, and Perfilia is no longer a famous nation on the continent.... in just five years since Serenesty took office"

It's been five years.

Serenesty smiles.

"It was easy to forgive the rough folk, Master Mariage. Give everyone wheat porridge. Give it a job. And at the end of the day, I give you a house above the cold. That was all. But everyone thanked the Virgin who watched over us in the diocese more deeply... than the consuls, who knew nothing."

Whatever you do, even they do.

Serenesty's grin was perfect. But Mariage did not miss hearing the sound of self-derision seeping into the ends of the word.

"That's what I call the cuteness of my people. If a child is in that position, such as parental hardship, I don't know one thing. That's what it looks like, right?

Most of all, I am also a parent, but Serenesty joked.

"You know, I take that kind of hard work, too."

There is a wall between the queen and the people. The queen knows neither the names nor the faces of the people she bears. The people look at the queen only far away. It's hard to get to and from each other without trying. When it comes to understanding, it happens again.

The words that came out poking at my mouth were more like monologues voiced in my heart than directed at Serenesty. But she didn't take it that way, or she sent a response to Mariage in discipline.

"I guess so. … but we can reduce that hardship by an unlimited amount"

Mariage looked to Serenesti. To ask with a smile what, there was some swordswallowing air.

The previously silent Rodimus connects the conversation on behalf of the master.

"Xian, advise you and the distinguished Queen Serenesty, it will be a great encouragement for us as a nation."

Serenesty laughs thinly. Looking at the thin lips suspended just to push and kill the mockery, Mariage thought she really looked like her brother.

"I have a suggestion, Lord Tedius, not advice"

Soon, the windows are closed.

The western sun plugged into the room had become so dazzling. The border with the increased shade is sharply carved into the carpet.

Serenesty raised one hand lightly.

It signals her forward, and she spreads the paper from somewhere onto the table. Paper foiled with silver edges. Perfilia stamp stamped on the corner. It is an official document exchanged between countries.

Presenting it to Mariage, Serenesty smiled.

"This time, I'm sure you've done enough for yourself, Mariage."

New, when you get friends.