The Queen’s Cosmetician

As Ditrout put it, the length that can be caged in a reception hotel is limited. If we run out of water and food, that's where we're done. The mariages will have to surrender.

And needless to say, after that, they're going to be executed.

Die gets killed before it does.

If you wave away the hand of a man standing in front of you.

Die bit down his lower lip and leaned down.

"... if I nod to your suggestion... what will happen to me?

Saving lives, says DiTrout. His words are sweet in his ears. But what about specifics? I want to make sure I know exactly what I'm going to get down to at the end of my choices.

"First of all, I ask Serenesty to pledge his loyalty"

Ditrout replied.

"After that, you'll put a tracking spell on it."

"The tracking curse?

"... a curse to grasp the footprint. It is mainly used against sinners. … we can work on it so that it can be removed immediately."

It's a precaution to prevent inside passage. It was within my expectations.

Ditrout goes on to explain.

"Of course I'll keep your figure. You'll be under house arrest in my mansion for a while."

"Mansion? I have a mansion...?

I noticed it after I said it was a stupid question.

If I become Prime Minister, I won't stay in the Mansion alone. Instead, he should own the territory as well. Because it is described as an official duke.

"One near the castle. There is also a royal chamber at the back of this castle. Although the mansion outside the castle is mostly abandoned.... you will be placed under house arrest in one of these places until you are ready.... then I'll introduce you as my wife"

Die peeled off his eyes and looked up at Ditrout.

You wondered about that reaction, frowning and twisting his neck, he also adds a misaligned supplement the day after tomorrow.

"I'm not a concubine. I'm a real wife."

I can't believe the open mouth isn't blocked.

"... seriously... what?

Ditrout rattles his throat low. Die saw his pale eyes melt like honey.

"If you're not serious, I won't take this much time to dictate."

Sweet voices with sweet confectionery are terribly seductive.

Die looked up at Ditrout. His side is stained with a pale green light emitted by a surgical ceremony engraved on the wall. The complexion made his fatigue appear darker, accompanied by some dangerous luster.

In fact, he was screwed. The jaw line is thinner than I can remember.

"... are you eating properly...?

Ditrout, smiling back at the query, touched Die's hair from the lattice span. stroke Die's eyes with that thumb.

"... for once, to the point of not falling"

Ditrout confesses to a die who turns himself into a tickle.

"But I don't really want to eat it if I can. Because I can't feel the flavor properly."

"... Huh?

He continues to reveal himself as he slowly combs his fingers through one room of pompous die hair.

"I've never slept deeply in years. I never laughed sincerely."

"Shh."

When he was faking himself with Heath, he neglected food and sleep as he became more busy. Still, if the die shows his face, at the tea table, he'll have something to say. I sometimes fall asleep if it's just the two of us. And I laughed so I could get snow.

Ditrout laughs bitterly.

"The days I spent with you were the exception.... I've always wanted to get you back. That's all I was thinking about."

Deanna, and, he calls.

Die trembled.

Deanna trembled.

"Come. Beneath me."

Die stared at the pale bordered by the man's long lashes, unable to find the words to spin.

Beautiful eyes. Die had a simple feeling. Out-of-place thinking is a kind of escape. Die observed the man even more.

Golden hair that gathers light and shines slightly. Smooth ivory coloured skin that seeps through tiredness. Laughing in peace like a child, neat appearance.

Oh, all of that.

Beautiful.

It's still good.

Why are you hesitating, and Deanna whispers.

Just take that hand.

You have no power to break this cell, no power to help Mariage.

I'm just going to waste my life like this.

Sometimes I step on two legs.

So much, they say they're asking for it.

-... back in the day.

I wanted someone to love me.

Not even on behalf of my father. Not in a way that sees my mother watermarked behind my back.

I wanted one who loved Deanna Setra.

The wish comes true.

If you want to go with him.

(Really...?

Do you really think he loves Die?

Die lay down his lid. And I think, those six months in the queen's race. Meet DiTrout, about the days he spent.

That's where I've seen him.

My head, it's cold.

"... why...?

Ditrout frowns in surprise.

Die squeezed the lattice and questioned.

"How can you be so, so roundabout imitating? Why are you pressing me to make a choice?

If you just really want a die, that's the only way to incarcerate him in his mansion from the beginning and get him tired of his power. Just keep spoiling it. At first, even if you're angry at his tyranny, you'll be relieved of it one of these days.

Even so, he traps the die in his cell and dares to confirm the will of the die.

Ditrout is silent. I could draw the unwillingness to answer from my tightly drawn lips.

The die slipped thinly.

I've been thinking about this for the last two days.

Preach love to a priceless daughter who has become an enemy.

"I know, Ditrout. Betrayed Master Mariage from me. You want that fact, right?

There is not so many of them that she does not like to get acquainted with. I have a sense that I'm one of them.

The betrayal of a daughter who could take the first side would determine the heart of a sensitive queen.

Yes, everything.

To hurt Mariage.

To pull the die in.

Ditrout just hit a lousy play called I Love You.

"Is it also harassment of me that you said you would welcome me to your rightful wife?

Ditrout is Serenesty's real brother, who is second only to the Queen. His daughter could become the next generation of monarchs if no heir was born to the queen. For the noble ladies in the country, his wife's seat should want enough to get her hands out of her throat. There are as many opportunities as there are to feed on it, even as a ditlout.

It's impossible to think realistically and put a die on his real wife.

"... I will not go with you. No matter how many times you're asked, the answer is no."

Die crushed the rainbow memories and twisted the screaming girl down.

Don't let the sweet words of a man confuse you. I only think of my lord.

"I will never betray Lady Mariage."

"... even if I die?

"Even if... even if I die"

The silence came.

Ditrout meditates.

And the next time he raised his eyelid, all emotions had disappeared from his face.

"... Huh!

He was grabbed by an airway by his abruptly stretched hand and the die clogged his breath. Pulled by its power, its heels float.

"Too much head turning is also an idea."

Ditrout whispered. I didn't feel any temperature, it was a pale voice.

"No. Should I say stupid? He said he was given a chance to survive... because he threw it away himself."

A man's finger compresses the carotid artery. Die pulled his finger with his trembling hand. Use all the power you can hold. But I'm not scared.

"It's pointless to die."

Ditrout said coldly.

"The oath and the readiness return to the earth with the body. I can't even protect what I want to protect. You should have seen reality a little more."

"D, and"

"Serenesty seems to want to drop your neck in front of everyone...... We used to work together. Now let him die in peace."

Teasing, and there was a noise over the iron door.

The sheath fell, and I knew why.

The opposite hand from the one catching the neck holds the blade of dull glowing steel. A well-polished torso is inserted between the lattices.

I have narrowed my vision and I don't see the look on the man's face.

"Why are you here?"

In a time so slow that it could be felt forever, Die heard the whispers of Ditrout.

"Why did you come, Deanna? Adorably… what I wish I had stayed in the country."

The sensation of a shiny blade touches the neck muscle.

Oh, and I gave up everything, that moment.

The man's hand loosened to the lid.

The floating sensation wraps around the body.

And the next moment, the die was crashing to the floor.

".................. heh!

The die rolled over the floor. I break my body and cough hard. While he was stuffy and gasping for air, the sweat of the balls filled his forehead and filled his physiological tears. Unexpectedly put a nail on the floor. A well-polished floor stone whispered.

Ditrout grunts mixed with Ditrout's wheeze.

"Who...?

Hiding in the shadow of the door and hovering the pebble in his hand, Dadan heard whoever sounded in the aisle. I guess you don't remember the kind of person who throws stones and claims to exist.

Confirm the Lord of the Voice. Distance to a man is roughly just over fifty steps with a large adult strand. Sometimes there's no decent lighting, and I can't confirm that look. but it was clear that he was on guard.

Man - Dadan, who saw Ditrout Yerni in the garden, cautiously chased after him.

In the shade of the night, he took his feet to a special prison and a place of thought in the basement. There were several dangerous occasions along the way, but for some reason the guards disappeared and managed to reach this point.

It didn't come true to know what the conversation started by Dietrout, who stopped in front of a cell. I didn't hear a voice. He must have been carrying around the "Silence" curse.

I didn't know what the man was talking about - but I knew he was trying to kill someone.

He caught the man's attention with a pebble when he noticed.

(Ah)

Now you can't get away with it, Dadan decides to be ready.

(I can't help it)

Again, throw the pebble at the man.

Dadan then jumped out at full speed with his hands on the sheath of his sword.

A sharp sword trident could be played in the ear of a die who woke up physically with his hand against the floor. holds his breath all the time and looks up at the window of the door. The vertical stripes of the lattice are mixed with shadows for two. Acknowledging one crack in those lords, Die stripped his eyes in amazement.

(Da-...)

"Dadan!"

Ditrout's voice overlaps that.

Die's acquaintance, fleshy to him with a thick blade, hoisted his mouth up to a grin.

"Should I say hiccups? I knew it was you, Heath."

"Dadan......"

Ditrout groaned as he took Dadan's blade with a dagger.

"Where did you come from!?

"Come on."

Dadan shrugs his shoulders and leans over to you and Die.

"Oh? Just fine. It was you, Die."

"Da, dadan......"

Die stood up to support the wall and turned his confused eyes to Dadan. Die shares the same opinion as Ditrout. How the hell did you get here?

Dadan and I broke up at Marlen. Has Mariage and I been safely reunited to receive a request for a die search?

(No...)

DiTrout's expression tells me that Dadan's appearance was perfectly unexpected. If Dadan had made a proper ascent to the castle, Ditrout would have confirmed it without hesitation.

Besides, no matter how much Dadan is getting into infiltration, it's impossible to get to such a deep end first.

Then how?

They put the question behind them. Ditrout can repel Dadan's sword. With a dagger on his back, he stepped into Dadan's pocket keeping his center of gravity low.

The sword trident echoes again.

"Oh, man, I'm trained, I'm!?

Dadan screamed as he took the thrust of the ditlout. Ditrout does not answer that question. We're launching an attack to flow.

I was surprised by the move and convinced on the other hand. Ditrout had infiltrated the Mizwieri family alone. It's no surprise you're learning how to handle weapons in case something happens. Rather, it is natural.

But Dadan is also a man who would have crossed the world and dived through countless dead lines. Difference in experience? He quickly regained his advantage.

Ditrout, who loses the competition, gradually retreats. Its back strikes the iron door. But his shoulder instantly disappeared from Die's sight. A dropped hips ditlout scratches Dadan's arm as he tries to strike his prey.

All I could see was a die's eye just wandering over my clothes from across the blade. Just Dadan's grey eyes shake in mourning - painted to kill.

With a dull sound, Ditrout was knocked on the iron door.

Wake up your body as the ditlout melts. I could see Dadan's grey eyes, waving his sword over his shoulder.

His eyes, always behaving crudely, but constantly grinning at his leisure, are cold enough to soothe.

Die reached out from the gap of the lattice reflexively.

"Stop!

I was obsessed. I wanted to stop Dadan from trying to kill a man. Really.

Dadan looks down at the sword. Ditrout, who at the same time looked back at the die, scolded him with a plundering voice.

"Idiot! Don't get your hands on me. No......!!

Ditrout pushes Die's wrist back into the cell forcefully. Has he put all his strength into it? Die's body was jumping towards the back.

The shock of a flashy fall blinds me. A severe pain runs on his shoulder. Still, Die regained his position and looked out.

Ethereal eyes that are going to cry even now.

The colour flashed for a moment.

You......!

Ditrout's face cracks in agony as he is shot into the neck with a sword pattern butt. From the hand holding the lattice, the force fell out, and the lid gradually closed.

Die got up. Run over to the iron door and reach out. But before Die's fingertips touched him, his hands slipped across the door, and his figure disappeared from sight again.

Go on. Dadan will also be invisible.

The rubbing sound of the cloth begins to sound through the door. I wonder what Dadan is doing. Die scratched his trembling body and waited until the time came.

"Oh... this one"

I couldn't hear Dadan whining enough, and the small, metal touching noise sounded.

The lock opens, it's a sound.

"Die, get away for a second"

The door is gradually pushed open in front of the die who has left the scene as they say.

Dadan just showed his face and smiled at Die.

"Oh, okay. You're not hurt, are you?

As usual, it's him.

I get the poison out of me and I nod - I look at Dadan's feet. A man is lying as if he were a body.

The unconsciously rushed die dived under Dadan's arm. Poke your knees next to a man who can't keep his eyes closed and slightly moving.

"Heath......?

The man's cheek he touched was sweaty and limp. Scratch up your hair sticking to your forehead. The soft golden color was tamed to the fingers of the die and was zero. Meanwhile, the man's lid didn't even move tingly.

Za, make a noise and I'm bloodthirsty. Die ran his gaze on the man's body and probed for major trauma.

"I'm just passing out"

Dadan said, poking one knee in the face with the man pinched. As if to admire the rush of the die.

"Notice soon"

"Dadan......"

The die with his face up was stingy. Dadan's arms are red and black. The stain is large and extends from the shoulder to the elbow. That's where DiTrout slashed him.

Dadan was injured in Marlen.

Perhaps the wound opened with an earlier blow.

"Oh, it's not that bad. You just look like you bled flashy because your clothes were wet."

As you pointed out, Dadan's clothes were damp. Is it raining outside?

"How could Dadan be here...?

"Uh, if I wanted to join you guys, I'd eat the front door. I'm here to see what's going on because there are disturbing signs."

I stretched my legs out to the neighborhood. The die turned flat.

"Well, it's good about me....... die"

Dadan turns off his grin and peeks into Die's face.

"Are you... staying here?

Die pulled his lips together and looked at Ditrout.

The man who betrayed the Dies. The man who tried to make the die betray her to fall into disrepute.

The man who said he loved Die.

At the end of the day, I tried to protect the die.

-... who are you really?

I put my finger through Ditrout's hair again - Die shook his neck to the side.

"I'll go. We need to get back to Master Mariage. Could you please take me?

"We're going outside first. It's time for the sentry guy to come over."

Dadan glanced through the cell through the door left open. Point something at the die that caught your eye.

It spread over a blanket, it was a die jacket.

"Put that on. The colour of your clothes stands out."

Now that I'm taking off my jacket, the top of the die is the generated color. By contrast, the jacket is infinitely close to black. It's all dark.

Die hurried back under the bunk. Running back through her sleeves on her caught jacket, Dadan picked up DiTrout's dagger and was just wiping her blood.

"Hold it."

He throws a dagger in his sheath into a die.

"Let's go, Die"

"Yes......"

Nodding but pulling his hair back, Die looked back at the man only once.

Ditrout still doesn't wake up.

Die exhaled deeply and turned his heel back. Dadan is already quite a step ahead. He held a slender, heavy dagger in his hand, and rushed out.