The Queen’s Cosmetician

The tavern where the man in question shows up.

Settle into a seat in its deepest corner and order light meals and liquor from the waitress. She rocked her front girdle and turned her heel back, disappearing into the back of the store as the men teased her.

"... so?

With that back in the edge of his sight, Dadan asks the young man in front of him.

"What are you doing here? Furby."

Fabian was still there when he went out to buy out chisel stones and stuff and went back under the bevel. Precisely like Dadan, he went out once and came back. When he heard that Dadan was headed to the tavern, he followed him.

"You can't get along. I've been following you to dinner with me for a reason, and what is it that you say?"

Fabian poked her lower lip softly.

"What happened to your people?

"I don't really go back to the inn, so I think I'm out again."

"Oh, you've been left behind"

"He cared that even bevel and liquor would make an argument and warm up the old relationship!... maybe."

Once traveling together, Fabian, a young man in a row, was called by his childhood name and adored. Apparently, the role of being molested remains the same even now with his men.

"Even though Bevel is showing her face because of me, she won't come upstairs until she tells me she has work to do and just makes me wait. That's where Dadan and Dadan are going to talk. I wish I had stuck some tea candy at Gara's."

Gara is Bevel's wife's name. He is a fearful wife who chops up inns and taverns on behalf of her strong husband.

"You can afford that, you don't even have a gara"

Apparently the inn is thriving and the couple is busily killed every day. He didn't even seem to be forgiven for wanting to relax and talk to Fabian.

Fabian slumps into silence. Dadan laughed with a belly in his unmistakable expression.

"What are you laughing at..."

Fabian roars.

"You're the one who stole Bevel and me talking time, Dadan."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Please wait."

A waitress lines up the liquor rampantly on the table. The food must also be brought shortly.

I had to nervous the guests of the tavern in a hurry to see if the person I was meant to be. The presence of Fabian will distract you and ease the tension.

Dadan raised his cup with a bitter smile.

"You can't talk long."

"Dadan should take care of his old buddies a little more."

Fabian according to the toast, did not forget the disgust.

It's still early for dinner. There were not many customers, and the next service was fast. The food is arranged on the table. Because of Fabian's order, there were a lot of products left out.

"Now what the hell are you sticking your neck into?

Fabian throws the question as he devours the boned meat. Now he groaned, and Dadan took the same thing.

"Don't express yourself like you're involved in weird things every time."

"Aren't you involved? I hope it's a hassle for us, too, but who did you hang out with till the end?

"Well, if you get involved, you're gonna want to see it through."

"That curiosity and the goodness of men will destroy you."

Or are you already in danger, Fabian jokes and laughs. As Dadan remained silent, he seemed anxious about Russia.

"... What are you involved in? Dadan.... what does dyeing your hair that color have to do with anything?

Dadan stroked his head. The hair that has just been dyed red after noon is crisp.

"Hair is just a change of mood.... if you don't want to get involved, don't ask."

Ignorance is bliss. What we're about to try is that everything is life-threatening. Come on. I can't talk to anyone unrelated.

but I thought, Dadan asked.

"You, can you go to the castle now and go inside?

"What castle... is it the Royal Perfilia Castle? No. I tried to go yesterday, but they paid me in advance.... Do you want to enter the castle?

Dadan cruised to see if he should snort honestly. Take a look at that, or Fabian will keep talking.

"... If you contact your home country and press it, I don't think you'll ever be able to get in..."

"... pressed?

"We have less interaction with this country. It was kind of like nobody wanted to go in there right now, and it's going to take a lot of work."

After a beat he went along with it.

"... I have the operator of Communication."

Transmission is a form of witchcraft. The art of connecting and keeping in touch with remote areas.

I mean, if Dadan wanted to, he would hang it in his own country.

After thinking about it, Dadan shook his head to the side. I'm worried about the mariages. But you can't involve Fabian more than you can see Perfilia's intentions.

When you rely on him, only at the end of the day, when it really benefits the country as well. A few, beginning with the Queen of Doppelgum, do have connections with Dadan. But I'm not going to use it as a shield to make unhelpful demands on another country. Conversely, senior Doppelgum officials also have difficulty getting Dadan's request easily pelted.

"... thank you. Sorry about that. Ask me something weird."

"No."

Fabian smiled. Dadan smiles back, too, and resumes his meal.

"I wanted to look inside the castle, too."

Dadan hammered as he thanked Fabian for his frantic connection to the story.

"Really?

"Yep. They're liberating the front yard on the Sabbath. Sometimes Queen Serenesty will show you her face."

"Oh, I see..."

"I was hoping I could take a peek at the castle on this occasion. It's rare to publish it that way."

"Serenesty sells quite a few faces down there, if you ask me. I'm keen on being in a good mood."

Serenesty is steadfast in his internal affairs, while also paying undue attention to the people. face aggressively before them, giving the impression that they are close monarchs.

The march of the queens I encountered this time when I came back here would be part of it.

"Is it that I care not to create an atmosphere of abhorrence? Then Serenesty would also want to put a piece on early with the clan. Don't keep staring at me."

If you're going to choose to end the war though, you must have already done so. It's like declaring to Clan Hive that he's going to take territory one day at a time when he's calling it a "truce”.

"Oh, no, I remembered it in the war story"

Fabian raised his face and blinked.

"What is it?

"Three treasures."

Three things: when you get it, you can be a champion with the blessing of the Virgin. It is a story of the Holy Word whispered among those who contend for power.

"Tell me. Why would Serenesty want to just get it?

Bevel was back at noon, so we were halfway out of conversation.

"From what I hear, Sanbao must be like superstition. I don't think the Queen believes in such a discredited thing."

If Serenesty was a devout follower of the Virgin, he would have had that impression in the fold where he investigated Ditrout.

"I don't know how much Cynthia the Queen believes in. But, Dadan, what matters is how people on this continent are. You forget that most of us deeply value Cynthia's faith, don't you?

Fabian, laughing with a smile, cut the sacred mark in front of his chest.

"You said yourself earlier that the queen was keen on being in a good mood. Sanbao is, in other words, support from people who believe in Cynthia's blessings. Even if he had gained three treasures, even if he had conquered the whole continent, he would be recognized as the new king with the blessing of the Virgin. If you push only aggression without the three treasures, you will be seen as the usurper of the champion's throne."

"I see..."

If the impression from the people - including the nobles who profess Cynthia there - changes whether they are getting it or not, Serenesty will also want to put any of the three treasures in his hands quickly. Dadan was finally convinced.

Monotheism of the Lord God was common on other continents, and faith was not organized. Dadan doesn't even really believe in that Lord God. Being faithless is unusual or irrelevant.

Is that why? It was not until I was explained that I understood the psychology of an exchanger who cared about every word of the Virgin.

Speaking of which, even when I first came to the western continent, I was bewildered by the people who touched the fold and spoke the name of the Virgin. The Virgin Faith is unique to this continent, which has long been ruled by the Devil's Principality.

It's not just religion. In the western continent, which has built a long period of prosperity and peace under the influence of that country, there is a deviation in the recognition of each of the same words very much from the other continents. Common sense is also quite different and surprising unexpectedly.

By the time the sun had melted into the horizon, it had begun to get busy in the store.

The man of purpose doesn't show up.

Because there was someone to talk to, the food progressed, like licking on a plate. It should be time to move on. There are a few more stores where the man comes in.

"Are you going?

Fabian looked up at Dadan raising his hips from his seat.

"Oh.... don't look like that"

He glances at Dadan. I just say goodbye so lightly and say if it's not a shame.

"Say hello to the others. I'll see you when this is over..."

Go.

Dadan returned to his seat without telling everyone.

Somehow there was one man in the store, distracted by a nasty group.

When I was old, I wasn't that different from Dadan. Common brown hair and eyes. Though the goodness of growing up can be peeked at, it is not remarkable enough. There is nothing notable about your face, if you dare to say so, to the extent of the crying on your left. He was somewhat unreliable and a man with a faint impression of shadows.

But definitely.

That's the man Bevel was talking about.

"... what's going on? Dadan."

Fabian surprises me. Dadan sent him a gaze. The young man, who would have experienced quite a bit of a training ground, immediately draws intent and shuts up, exploring the end of Dadan's gaze pretending to be casual as he reaches for the water.

The man asks for a drink and dish and relaxes in his seat. Nobody cares about him. It must not remain in the corner of my memory if not as a dadan or in this situation.

A mediocre man who seems to be everywhere.

"Furby"

Dadan suppressed the movement of his lips and whispered to the young man facing him.

"From now on I'm Rowen and you're Kite. All right?"

Dadan gained momentum without waiting for his consent. Keep the contents of the cup empty for a breath and jump the ones on the table from plate to plate.

The crushing sound of the pottery bursts into a thunderous hustle and bustle, and the red-faced drunkards look back a little. The man is the one who paid attention to Dadan. Satisfied to have drawn the gaze of purpose, Dadan rammed onto the tableau's ceiling.

"Damn it!"

Cancer, and the table rocks again.

"Fuck the front door! That gatekeeper, I'll definitely bang you later!

"Hey, Dada...... Rowen"

Even as he wolfed, he changed his name exactly as he had been designated, and Fabian rocked Dadan's shoulder tremendously.

"You're too drunk."

Dadan shook off his hand, and repeated, Damn.

"I don't know, I want to know why Early's dead. My sister should be able to do it differently from me. I'm not the kind of guy who gets caught up in this. Yet..."

"Oh...... yeah"

It seemed very bad. Fabian nods with a face sufficiently magical to make it smell so. Dadan complained to him with a drunken-specific, roundabout.

"I don't know, kite. If you don't get one shot at Early's boss, I'm sorry. That's why I came all the way to the King's Capital. Son of a bitch. You just gave me condolences... my sister was my only family..."

- There are conditions for someone whose job a man requests.

That you have reason to try to sneak into the castle. Being not a resident of the Wang capital, or not long after you start living. Being heavenly lonely.

Dadan exhaled deeply.

"He'll be over that thick wall by now, muddy protected. Damn......"

"I wish it was some way I could sneak into the castle."

With words of comfort, Fabian greets the guests. And he urged Dadan to stand up with a gentle tap on his shoulder.

"Let's just get out of here"

"Damn it!"

"Look, Rowen.... excuse me"

The shopkeeper who shows up doesn't even try to hide his annoying face. Fabian puts more gold in his hands. And when he had finished counting the money, he eased his expression, and bowed his head again unto Dadans.

The Dadans went outside.

Borrowing Fabian's shoulders, continue down the street where the liquor store connects houses. The hustle and bustle of men echo in the wind on the narrow road that sinks into the dim. The upstairs window of the inn happened to be empty, and the white arm of the playwoman stretched out to invite her, drawing a smooth line in the night sky.

"... I'm sorry. Let me go out with you all of a sudden."

Fabian shakes his head at Dadan's apology.

"No.... you wanted to get that guy's attention, didn't you?

"Well."

At the first corner following the boulevard, Dadan stopped.

"Bye, kite!

Striking Fabian's back hard, Dadan raised his voice.

"It was nice to see you for a long time today! Be well!

"Da...... Rowen"

I turn my arm around Fabian's neck and pull his face together. Dadan whispered to him, turning to the eye of reproach.

"Goodbye. Thanks for hanging out with me."

"Don't be silly. I'll be with you till the end."

"Don't be an idiot. You know where you stand?

Fabian swallows objections. Dadan smiled at the friend.

"Bevel keeps my stuff. Just pull the money out of there."

"Come and give it back to me yourself. Please don't die."

Dadan gently poked Fabian away and waved. I can't promise not to die. That is the only way to leave it to the Lord God's extraction.

Returning to the details, Dadan slowly started walking to make it easier for the man of interest to catch up.

It was quiet.

The smell of brand new diarrhea sticks to my nose. Black bugs crawling around walls contaminated by urine stools. The appearance is as if the darkness is in the air.

Dadan dropped his hips on the shoulder of the road and exhaled a deep sigh. There is no sign that the man of interest has come after us. I turned back to the store and wondered if I should look for him, but in the end I decided no. As originally planned, we shall go around the shop taught by Bevel.

(Now don't laugh when you get what you normally see with the mariages tomorrow)

It is unlikely that it will be caged.

Tighten your mind and lift your hips. Turn your back on the way you came and take a step - …….

Zari, and.

Dadan's ears suddenly picked up the sound of someone stepping on the sand.

Footsteps mix in the shade of night. They're not empty ears.

Dadan looked back. Street lights are also sparse narrow roads. There is one man from that darkness, and he makes sure he stains out and shows himself.

I was definitely the man of interest.

Stopped at a distance, he chuckles at Dadan.

"Evening."

"... ah"

"I'm sorry to hear from you all of a sudden. … I was at the tavern where you were with a friend earlier"

"What? You want me to scare the crap out of you?

"It's not. Just listening… I thought I could help you, so I came after you knowingly."

"Help"

The man agreed with Dadan, who grumbled back at the parrot.

"What if I told you that I had the help to sneak into the castle... what would you do?

(Coming)

Dadan pretended to be upset by the abrupt proposal.

"There's such a way... is that really you?

"Yes."

The man nods and packs the distance. Dadan took a step backwards and casually looked up at the man - relieved.

Men are mediocre. Hair, eyes, and skin colors are common. Face, stand, and feel like you're everywhere.

Just those eyes.

It was terribly nihilistic.

Not in focus. I haven't seen it.

Nothing.

"I was a scholar, and I'm examining the structure of this king's capital."

said the man.

"By chance in the course of that investigation, I got a map. It's a map of an old underground tunnel, which supposedly leads inside the castle. If you don't mind… I'd like to give you that map."

"What's the reason?

Dadan pursued with his arms together.

"You're not giving that map away in good faith, are you?

"Yep. … Instead of giving in, I'd like you to see how the road on this map looks now."

Dadan asked, putting aside a beat.

"... So you're asking me to investigate?

"You will be."

"Aren't you supposed to do it yourself?

"Didn't you want to sneak into the castle?

The man cut back quickly.

"I'd like to do it myself if I could. But I have limited time to be free."

"What would you do if I hit you right now and took the map?

"No map here right now"

The man smiles softly at Dadan, who pushes him to silence.

"Of course, it's too dangerous. When you return, we also offer you considerable rewards. … If you are interested, please hey to the watergate behind the cathedral before the moon rises. We await you in the shadow of the Virgin."