The Queen’s Cosmetician

Dietrout, with a headache, eagled at what had slipped into his eyes. Press up the lid as if the sand was clogged to confirm its identity. It was a wet cloth.

Put your hands on your chest each time, breathe deeply, and vomit.

I jumped off where I weighed my time.

"What's the situation!?

Ditrout shouted to the woman who had refrained beside him. White light shoots through the window. Morning sun. Time is less than half an hour from the dawn of the current season. Two minutes have passed lightly since I lost my mind.

The room was a hypnotic room leading from DiTrout's office. Someone transported DiTrout this far, apparently.

The woman hastily opened the door and invited someone. Immediately Helmut enters the room.

Are you awake?

"Sagan old......"

You know, I was just about to tell you to get some more sleep.

Helmut laughed bitterly as he put it forward.

"You were down in the dungeon hallway injured. The makeup artist is missing. They're searching, but they think they got away with it.... Any idea who the intruder is?

"... the rat knew about the makeup artist. But I'm not from the mission. Number of people is one. It didn't look like I had company. I responded, but they poked me in the gap."

"What's it look like? Some of you fought besides the Lord, but you didn't get very clear information."

"A man in his late twenties to early thirties. That's the face around the islands United Nations. She's a little taller and better than me. Her hair was short... probably red."

It was dim and hard to understand, but I'm pretty sure it was the color that stopped at the red. It would have been more noticeable underground if it had been a bright color before.

Did you dye it to infiltrate? He is the one who can dye.

One nod to Ditrout's explanation, Helmut continues his interrogation.

"And what did your lord go over there to do?

DiTrout looked up at the man. Awaiting a response, Helmut is relaxing and polishing his glasses at the edge of his garment.

"... I don't know about makeup."

Put your glasses back on, he said.

"I guess it was just a really spare arm to lose. Your Majesty won't pursue much either. Now the question is which way did the rat get in here?"

"You didn't suspect me...?

"Your lord?

Helmut smiles at DiTrout's remarks.

"Don't blame yourself too much. You didn't order the soldiers to leave their quarters."

"... Was there a soldier who left his quarters?

"... there's been a little overlap of inconvenience here"

The woman who had left the room in error with Helmut returns. In the basin she had raised were honey wine and wheat porridge, as well as medicines.

"I'll have you scratch that right into your mouth, Dita. Because there are mountains to ask you to do."

Die left the room in good spirits. Head to the neighborhood where Dadan stays. Daytime hallways are unpopular. I guess the other customers are paying for it.

Located in the heart of the city, this inn was introduced by a friend of Dadan's. The rooms are well built and the servants well educated. As soon as I arrived, I finished bathing in the water and fell straight into the bedroom. It is only now that it has happened.

"Dadan?"

"Oh, come in."

The master of the room gave me permission, and Die gently opened the door. Dadan faces out of the washroom as time goes by. He was shaving his beard. The foam is covering my jaw. Did you dye your hair back before that, or it was back in the sand.

"Sit down. The Fabians will be bringing rice soon. … oh, rumors."

Die avoided by the side from the entrance. Smells like wheat, and a man holding a hemp bag shows up. This is the man who greeted the dies at the water gate who escaped through the underground passage from the castle. It is Fabian, a friend of Dadan, whom he arranged for this inn.

"Die, how are you feeling?

"It's okay. Thank you."

"No.... what do you like or dislike? I've been looking at it properly."

"No, nothing."

"Yes. Good. Then let's have lunch."

Close the door and clear the top of the round table instead of Fabian with blocked hands. The breakfast he had been sourcing was between chicken and leafy vegetables with black wheat noodles , salted meat, dried fruit and flat-grilled noodles . Fresh green is very eye-catching.

Dadan returned to his living room as the die was pouring water into the jar. He asks Fabian as he pulls the chair.

"How'd it go out there?

"You were pulling a big brown hair or redhead with an increasing number of gendarmes. Looks like they're looking for you."

"You were all right?

"I think I'm sorry to help you with your physique."

Fabian took his seat and shrugged his shoulders.

"But, well, it's noisy, and we're going to be free in this city today... what are the Dadans going to do? I'll send you to Del Ligueiria."

The brief circumstances, such as the fact that the die was a Del Ligueiria official or that he was held captive away from his companions, are spoken of when he requested accommodation arrangements.

"No, I'll stay here"

Die also agreed with Dadan to give an immediate answer.

"Me too."

"... what are you going to do with staying here? Are you coming with reinforcements?

"Not coming."

"We're going to rescue the Queen just the two of us!? Are you insane!?

"Shut up, Furby. Don't shout."

"Master Mariage is not the only one who can save us. They're all in the hotel."

Die declared as he dropped his hips on the chair. Apparently Fabian was flashy. Fucking, he groans a word, bites on the noodles and stays silent.

I agree with Fabian with Die himself. But you can't abandon it.

Die put his hand on his neck. The cold feel of the blade is still there.

"Fabian"

"It's scary when you call me by a proper name. What is it? Dadan."

"Can we enter the castle?

"... I thought that was coming"

Fabian exhales deeply.

Stopping his hand from salting the meat on the noodles , Die stared seriously at Fabian.

"Mr. Fabian, are you going to let me into the royal castle?

Even Dadan with a decent reference said he was tightened out.

"Come in, just..."

Fabian emphasizes the syllables separately.

"Besides, you can't bring Dadan in now. I'm a visitor.... Well, if it's just me, I can manage."

"... What do you mean, just come in?

To the die asking the question, he declared.

"I cannot work for Queen Serenesti if I want her to help the Queens of Mariage. that we cannot actively cooperate."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a Doppelgum official."

Die instantly on the name that popped up.

"What is Doppelgum..." The Cucumber of the Abyss "?

Fabian smiled and nodded.

Doppelgum, an emerging nation with forests in the central part of the continent as its territory. Why would a government official and Dadan from such a country?

I thought that far and remembered. Dadan said he had guided some queen to Del Ligueiria when his predecessor, Eirene, was in office. That's how they must have known each other.

"Cooperating with the rescue of the Delligerians means knowing that Perfilia has done them harm"

said Fabian.

"When I find out about it as a senior Doppelgum official, I have to tell the mayors of Clan Hive."

Doppelgum is a friendly country that borders with Klan Hive. To prove it, he is obliged to report on the conversations held within Perfilia Castle, the events that have taken place and everything that has happened.

"Perfilia's work drives Clan Hive, who hates the expansion of its territory, to break the truce.... but as for Doppelgum's position, I don't want Clan Hive to rematch Perfilia"

If the Klan had a full war with Perfilia for the first time, it would no longer be irrelevant. Even if Doppelgum himself never enters, he has to take a head start on a variety of issues.

"I can't be involved in the conflict between Delligeria and Perfilia in order not to give the clan an extra spark"

"... that is"

Dadan summarises.

"You're really going to be in the castle, just going in."

Fabian lowered her eyebrow butt looking sorry.

"Of course I want to support you personally. If you're in a mere position as a tourist, this is how you can help. But..."

"I know. Don't say another word."

Injunct Fabian's words and Dadan resumes his meal. Die imitated it, too, and put his mouth on the noodles .

"Can't you contact me...?

I thought of it and Die asked. Can't you just tell him that you're safe?

"Are you sure you're okay?

Fabian twists his neck.

"What do you do after that? I just can't get in and out again. Unless you have the means to contact me afterwards."

Unfortunately, nothing.

"Besides, I don't think it's possible to get into the castle on the street to Queen Mariage.... If the Perfilia side says no, it's over."

Fabian tells him sorry.

The die quietly contained the dried dates in his mouth. Because of tiredness, I don't really know the taste.

Only the sound of chewing often echoed in the room.

"Dear Furby,"

When the meal was almost over, Fabian's squire showed up. A young woman with chestnut hair. When she entered the room, she grabbed a large wrap beside her and thanked her.

"I beg your pardon during your meal. I have left a letter for you, Mr. Dadan."

"Letters?... Ah"

He had an idea. Dadan nodded and received the seal. Rip and break the edge as it is.

"... not good"

Early through his eyes on the letter, he poisoned low.

"... what is it?

Dadan throws a letter at the inquiring die.

Die read out letters written in blue ink as he twisted his neck.

"... Vendor loading resumes tomorrow morning. The cleaning in the building is tonight......? What does that mean?

"You told me the merchants entering and leaving the castle were off limits, Die. That means you'll be allowed to climb the castle tomorrow morning."

Fabian's complexion changed. They came perfectly to the contents of the letter.

"Could cleaning in the building be..."

Dadan took my friend's verbal ass.

"The end of the mariages. … or equivalent."

"Today, at night?

Die groaned in dismay. There's less than half a day till sundown.

"Is this for sure?

He's the only one with any uncertainty.

Dadan knew the mariages were caged. It seems that the informant who examined it is the owner of this letter.

Die bit his lower lip.

I want to help the mariages.

But how?

Calm down, Die told himself.

How would a foster mother, the owner of a whorehouse, deal with such a predicament?

If Rudia Gertrude awaits her own return in the country.

If Rodimus, the prime minister.

-... if it's a dittrout, what will you do?

"Mr. Fabian....... If the Queen of Delligeria were killed, how do you think Clan Hive would work?

"... to resume the war."

Fabian according to the die, supplemented with a mysterious facade.

"The clan has more luck in engaging. I think I'm gonna bite you soon."

"So Perfilia wants to start a war with the Klan right away?

"... the other way around."

Fabian gave a glimpse of Dadan and explained.

"It's clear that you're willing to invade Perfilia with your clan. But I don't want to do that right now. Raising funds, boosting troops, strengthening borders... that's what we're in the middle of. Entering a war with the Klan at this stage is painful for Perfilia. It could get muddy. I think Queen Serenesty knows the area very well."

Very well.

Why did Serenesty prepare that ridiculous “Treaty of Friendship”?

And did you take the time to try to manipulate the Queen's race and gently absorb Delligeria?

"Dadan, I don't think Master Mariage is going to be killed anytime soon."

Die affirmed. Continue and flush the point that Serenesti was urging Delligeria to enslave him in the treaty.

Fabian roared small when he heard the explanation.

"I see. If Delligeria goes down to Perfilia“ from herself, "she won't give the Clan an excuse to start a war"

"Do you need mariage to sign"

Dadan squeaks his jaw and squeals.

"But not everyone's safe. You're going to crush one person at a time to threaten Mariage, that queen.... Die, you almost got killed too."

"The truth is he was going to be killed in front of the mariages this morning."

"This morning?"

Dadan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Probably because Ditrout was at the scene where he tried to kill the die.

"... oh, really"

Anyway.

Even though my lord will be safe, it is only a matter of possibility. It makes no difference that my life is in imminent danger. Even this evening the reception hotel was surrounded and raided - …….

Ha,.

Die thought.

Why did Mariage cage in the hotel?

(standing cage, oh my god, dear mariage, seems to hate it the most)

She's going to bite at the time of the attack.

Not round hips with the mariages. If the cage castle was possible, could it have escaped?

That's all I thought about, and it caught my blood.

(Me, what)

Die covered his mouth.

(I was alone, caught, so I couldn't move......!!

"... Mr. Fabian"

Die grabbed his arm.

"Please. After all, could you please go to the castle?

"To the royal castle?

Fabian gives puzzled expression to abrupt die petition. Die shook his shoulder tight.

"Please! So please tell Master Mariage that I am safe!!

"... you know, die"

Retreat gently from the die, Fabian tells.

"Even if you attach permission to climb the castle, no matter how hard you try, it will definitely take half a day. I won't be able to make it tonight. Even if I let you in, it's unlikely I'll see your majesty."

"Can't you stick it?

"Die, I am."

"I understand your position! You just explained it!! Even I would hate it if I were in your shoes!!!

Fabian peels his eyes at Die's sword screen as he jumps his chair and rises.

Before he could argue, Die rolled up.

"Even I don't like to involve other countries! But more than that, I hate it when my kings and my people are threatened or killed and my country is trampled by people from different countries!!

"... Totally agree"

Fabian wiped out the soft atmosphere and whined.

"I don't want to put myself or my people at risk. Even if you put it in the castle, that's all. Even if I can ask if I can meet with Queen Mariage, I will not negotiate. All the more so if my gesture dictates the trend of the clan and there could be disaster in my country.... When something happens, can you be responsible? I'm just a civilian."

What, and Die got stuck in words. Fabian's remarks are true.

"... can't be held responsible..."

Die groaned, humiliated by his helplessness.

Fabian glances at you.

"But"

Die looked to Fabian.

"If you help us, it will be in your interest."

"... Profit?

"Yes."

Die meditated and organized the information. Desperately assemble logic.

(... Heath)

Arriving at the Mizwilli family's study seat, a figure of a man handling the case with vivid arrangements tied the statue behind his eyelids.

All of the conversations we had separated the iron doors were meant to hurt Mariage.

But I was glad to be asked to stay by my side, I did.

Heath. Heath. Heath.

I don't know what you really thought.

But I wanted to be by my side, too.

I wanted you to stay by my side.

I wanted your help.

Like those days.

You can't rely on him anymore.

If you don't have the strength, you have to squeeze your head and clear your way yourself.

"Mr. Fabian. Perfilia will invade the clan again one day, you said. Is that inevitable?

One breath down, Fabian responded.

"... about threatening you guys. I don't think Serenesty would be the first to end the truce."

"All the more so, you must work with us."

"Do we have to work together?

"That's right. Why does Perfilia make a big deal of herself? As you said, Perfilia must be on her way to strength. But I can think of another reason. Perfilia is putting the clan behind her. Perfilia is probably concentrating on those who are likely to drop it easily for fear of being pinched from Delligeria and Klan"

I'm guessing, but it hasn't come off. That's the only reason I can think of to prioritize countries with no meagre resources.

"If we get Del Ligueiria, we'll just get ready to attack the clan. To put it the other way, helping us definitely stretches the time between sharpening the power of Perfilia and starting a war with the Clan. You're letting that opportunity go."

Anger and humiliation shake the light in Fabian's eyes.

Die looked straight in the eye and complained.

"I am saying that you are imprisoned in your own safety and let the interests of your country slip away!

-... everything I wanted to say, I threw up.

Die raised and lowered his shoulders wide. Fabian continues his silence. I waited awhile but no response.

Die corrected his spine, deep and deep, bowing his head.

"Please. … help us."

I have a sigh of thought with Fabian's.

"... will your queens help you if I tell you you're safe?

Die looked up and saw Fabian. His eyes were covered and his voice of questioning was calm.

"... Master Mariage is not really in the mood to stay still, to be stuck. If it's true, I'm sure you had a chance to escape."

"You mean you're being grown up because you were being caught?

"That's right. So."

"I just found out you're safe, and no matter how much Maria, you can't just run away."

Dadan waters the conversation.

"Die. You're right, maybe the Marias had a chance to escape. But it's too late."

"Dadan......"

Die groaned in disappointment.

Why are you telling me to lose hope here?

"But, Die."

Dadan raised his mouth forcefully so as to dispel the drifting air of discouragement.

"Thanks to you, I came up with one thing.... Do you have an ID?

"... ID?

"I have..."

Die slipped his finger into his collar and gently pulled a chain tangled around his neck. The delicate gold chain is joined by a metal plate resembling a coin. It was an identity card distributed to all the royal castle workers in Del Ligueiria, engraved with the art of identifying their affiliation and rank, and their owners.

"Oh, is that your castle ID?"

Fabian hands on chest. I don't see it inhibited by clothes, but he's probably lowering the same thing off his neck.

"All right.... Fabian, I want to ask you to do it from me too. Why don't you let the country push you into the castle?

"... even if I let you in as soon as possible, it will be tomorrow"

"I don't mind. Queen Serenesti would panic a lot if there was a visitor's meeting from Doppelgham Royal Palace. You won't have time to threaten Mariage. I can buy you time."

So, Dadan added.

"If I can get your permission... I want you to take the die and go into the castle"

"Do you take him...?

Fabian flashes in surprise.

Dadan nodded.

"... Die would be safe with you, and Die would be easier to meet Mariage. No, no matter what, I need you to meet Mariage."

"... what does Dadan do in the meantime?

Dadan turned to the inquiring die.

"I'll make sure everyone gets out of this king's capital."

Die was screaming unexpectedly.

"... can you!?

Are you saying that a solution has been found to overcome this crisis?

"I'll do something."

Dadan contracted.

"... Dadan, just one thing, okay?

Fabian raises his hand, who was listening to the story.

"Accompanying Delligerian humans makes it easier to see Queen Mariage. Yes, I know what you're thinking. But haven't you forgotten? Once the die is in the royal castle. Besides, I'm forcibly taking him outside without going through any formalities. I don't think he'll make it."

"That's why I told you? He said he'd be safe with you. You don't even take hard tactics on a die in front of a senior Doppelgum official. Perfilia can't even explain it to you, can she? Die was a prisoner to threaten the Queen of Delligeria. Don't forget to climb the castle before. Say it's someone else."

"That being said, Die is just a civilian, right? How do you explain that he's only going into the castle with me? I've been asked to check my ID, and they're waiting for me."

"Dear Fabian"

A cool voice blocks Fabian's words.

The Dies paid attention to their Lord in unison.

"Can I have about two points?

Fabian's squire asked permission to speak.

"… first of all, Master Die is not just a civilian,"

"... Huh? Claire, what do you mean?

"It means the same as Master Furby."

Called Claire, she walked over to the die and smiled and offered the wrap. It's that big cloth wrap she's been holding on the side.

"Go ahead. I'm done taking care of it."

Die spread the package he received. What emerged from inside is a die jacket.

A red jacket that is infinitely close to black, with the national seal of the motherland sewn away. The official testimony of the Queen's proximity.

Fabian's complexion turned to surprise.

"Near the Queen? In this year?

"Age doesn't matter."

Dadan points it out.

"Die has been dating Mariage since before she became queen. It's not just your ID. Prove that jacket too."

Fabian blinked blindly, eventually dropping his shoulder and moaning.

"... ok"

He smiles forcefully.

"Let's do it as far as we can. I owe Dadan well enough to rot. My sires will do their best."

Borrowed enough to rot.

Die looked at Dadan on the side.

Very now, but I wonder how this man is making a connection to hear me impossible like this.

"So call them back,"

In recognition of Fabian's life, Claire turns her heel back to the exit.

Fabian called her off to the lid.

"Speaking of which, Claire, what was the other thing you wanted to say?

Claire, who opened the door, turned back to the room and turned a cold eye to Fabian.

"Master Die is a woman."

"... Huh?

Fabian sees the die.

"... huh?

Dadan held his mouth and blew it out.

Claire smiles at the die and praises him.

"See you later"

The door closed quietly.

The sun past Jomtien illuminates the Virgin watching Watergate.

Standing before him, he cuts the mark of holiness and offers prayers to the holy ones.

(Lord, Virgin...)

Bless us.

He pulled through a piece of paper plunged into the shadow of the Virgin. After reading and remembering the written letters and shapes at a glance, take out the phosphorous inches and light the fire. The paper was eventually all swallowed up by the worn holes and mixed up in the mud and disappeared in the waterways thrown in.

Turn your back on the Virgin.

He wandered off amidst the city's chaos as he waved his hands back with a gleaming face to the children who would make the back of the cathedral a playground.