The Queen’s Cosmetician

Helmut appeared today in that crossing where I confronted him the other day. Alone.

Having placed a single oral book and turned back, he awaits Mariage's response in front of the door separating the crossing hall from the main building.

glance through the window at the figure, Mariage asked.

"What do you think this means?

Hand the finished letter to Rodimus. Running his gaze on that white paper, he looked just puzzled.

"... come to the main building to you, if that's all it is, don't be ridiculous, it's over.... Bring me a Die cosmetic bag, huh?"

"Allow only one female officer to accompany you as a handbag holder. I see it as hostile.... which mouth does that"

An assay that distorted his face blatantly poisoned him.

"I won't. This is a trap."

"... Alvey. What do you think?

Mariage looked back and asked the sorcerer who looked at this one on the far roll. After conceiving, Alvina responds with an extended voice.

"That's right. If you're tired of being in a cage, I don't think it would hurt to go."

"Alvina"

"'Cause you can't stay here like this. No? Dear Knights Commander."

Water and food will soon run out. The fatigue of the officials is also at its limit.

"... Die went outside the castle, didn't he?

Mariage asked Alvina. It was only after noon yesterday that I learned that the die had gone outside the royal castle. Alvina marks the die with magic. Since the die came out of the junction of the "Trieste", which inhibited the pursuit, he became aware of the signs.

At first I wondered if Serenesty had moved the die outside. But I was supposed to get a response to the deal. Yesterday, in addition to not hearing from her, given the noise in the main building, it is likely that Die escaped on his own.

"Yes."

After agreeing to Mariage, Alvina annotated.

"Die is here now"

Mariage blinked when she was poked at the impression.

"What is this... in the castle?

"Yes, though I don't know any signs since I entered the castle"

"Is that true?

Alvina nodded at Assé's question.

"Yep."

Mariage stared at the letter returned from Rodimus. I just think you're making fun of this one. As Assé points out, it just looks like a trap.

But.

Maybe she did something.

If you're back in the castle, no wonder you are. Because you can't imitate the way you abandon the mariages on a die.

"... Alvina, borrow your clothes from the same woman in the same outfit"

"... when I leave here, I can solve the technique of hanging on the hotel and the prisoners."

"Really?

"If that's okay with you, I'd be happy to give it to you, wouldn't I?

Mariage shook her head at Alvina. I want to hold the prisoners in case, and I need you to keep the hotel line.

Yuma, you follow me.

A woman, who had refrained by the door, peeled off her eyes and pointed at herself.

"What, me, is it!?

She is also a friend of Die's, the most courageous of the ladies. Even if something happened in the main building, it would be less disruptive.

"Your Majesty, so am I."

"Asse, it would say that it's one woman who can follow you. You take care of everyone.... Rodimus"

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"How's everybody doing?

"unchanged"

Rodimus responded instantly.

"I'm thorough in making sure you do what you do when things happen."

What should be done when the contents, chain of command, and scattering of the loads you carry become?

Take those things.

"I'll leave it to you after I'm gone. All right? Rodimus."

"... Your Grace"

Nod as a sign of satisfaction to the thankful Prime Minister.

And Mariage judged the hem and stood up to do the dominance.

In the end, Serenesty granted the makeup artist's request. In other words, he agreed to use makeup as a pastime.

Besides, I call mariage on the spot. Regardless, the Doppelgham diplomat will also be present there.

By now, it would be about the time the officials were rushing to set up the venue.

Stepping into the queen's office, DiTrout expressed his doubts.

"Why did you give permission? Serenesty."

My lord stops his hand at judging the paperwork and asks surprisingly for a dittrout.

"It's also troublesome to be rebelled against by a Doppelgum official, because I reconsidered."

"Cui of the Abyss" has emerged as the continent's premier lucrative stone departure. It was beginning to manage its distribution while in a small country. Now that the demand for attractive stones is growing as an alternative to witchcraft, it is not very good to undermine the mood of that country. Because there are limits to the volume of imports from the North.

"My brother disagrees?

"No. I just wanted to ask why"

Serenesty signed the last one and threw the writing fixture over a plate of brass.

"I don't think we're going to have a big problem reuniting the makeup artist and Mariage. That diplomat also climbed the castle with the makeup artist. I guess he's aware of the Mariage situation. Yet I pretend not to know. Where Mariage made a scene in the hall, Barnier diplomats will surely silence everything. There's no chance that Mariage and the makeup artist will run away together. I'm not ruthless enough to leave my people at the hotel."

And that's not necessarily a compliment.

Because exchangers also need to cut off their emotions on top of their decisions.

"When the entertainment is over, Barnier diplomat, I will return one. I swallowed all the demands. Can't you complain any more?

"Yes, sir."

Ditrout returned his heel in a gracious manner. We need to get back to the venue ahead of Serenesty and see how it goes.

"... later, I was wondering"

DiTrout looked back at Serenesty whining to drop.

"What is it?

"... the makeup artist's arm my brother was sparing"

Why did you visit under the makeup artist earlier than planned?

Serenesty never asked questions.

But I could see wondering from the eyes of the same color as myself.

"... I thought we could lighten the burden..."

Whose, the burden.

Dismiss the floating question and drool your head at your master.

"See you later"

Wait until Serenesty nodded and DiTrout quietly left the room.

"Sorry about earlier"

Across a dangerous bridge.

Fabian accurately read Die's intention to apologize. I'm laughing bitterly.

"Yeah. I knew perfectly well that the die was radical against appearance"

"... I'm so sorry"

"It's okay, because Her Majesty the Queen broke it as a result."

Indoors prepared to play makeup, the ladies are busy preparing.

It's a hall close to the sight. There is plenty of soft light pouring out of the large window worn on the wall. Great brightness for makeup.

"Is it common to entertain makeup?

Die shook his head at Fabian's inquiry.

"To be honest, not at all..."

Sometimes makeup artists show their arms to the owner of a whorehouse who wants a job.

But Die, who trained in the hall run by his adoptive mother and worked as such, had no experience at all.

But we have to do something.

A chair in which the person wearing makeup sits. A long desk for arranging tools. Hand tufted, washed, water. Everything that Die had designated was in the room, and the ladies who had finished their work pulled up like a tide. Instead of those girls, a familiar face shows up.

Standing up from his chair, Die accidentally stuffed his breath.

"Ma......"

(Mariage sama)

Mariage entered the room surrounded by knights headed by Helmut. Of the costumes brought in from the country, he wears the simplest and easiest to move and weaves the sewn coat of the national seal. The hair was braided and put together at a high head position, with a good view of the ear garnet that dulled and illuminated the light.

You look terribly tired, although you don't seem to be harming your health. Skin is not glossy. Still, his eyes glowed like burning, as if to intimidate his surroundings.

It was only a few days away.

But it seems like I haven't seen my face in years.

"Die!"

A woman who showed herself from behind the mariage jumps and screams. Die peeled his eyes at the unexpected face.

"Yu, Yuma!?

Yuma holds a die cosmetic bag. Mariage's escort is apparently one of her.

Die walked over to the mariages early. Fabian follows.

Finally standing before his master, Die trembles his lips emotionally -...

"Mariage, mah!?

Honey, I heard a creepy noise.

Tilt her neck with both cheeks of the die slapped by Mariage pinched.

"You're alive."

Die sighed.

"Yeah, thanks to you"

It wasn't something that touched the reunion.

Mariage just didn't make a scene. She stared around and stopped her eyes at Fabian, and she carved a wrinkle between her brows suspiciously.

"I'll give it to you first."

Fabian rushes out to slip in front of the die.

"My name is Fabian Barnier. This is what I take up as a diplomat in Doppelgum.... this is how I can see you and I tremble with joy, Her Majesty the Queen Mariage"

Mariage offers her hand and begins to observe Fabian as she waits to be spoken.

"... it's an honor to meet you.... you're just like Die."

Same as the die - gave it a national chapter, the Queen's side.

Instead of affirming, Fabian laughed.

"It was a pleasure to meet your makeup artist at the inn! I may be careless, but I want to thank you for being ill.... because this is how I came to worship His Majesty."

Mariage looks down at the die silently. Die nodded back into its exploring eyes.

"I can't look forward to seeing how the makeup of the die that you fell in love with, differs from the makeup that I know of. It is a great pleasure for me to be able to be with Del Ligueiria and Perfilia in confirming the friendship between the two countries."

The reason Die climbed the castle late was because he was lying on the floor. Delligeiria and Perfilia are trying to forge a close relationship. As part of this, Die will be wearing makeup now.

Don't touch anything about what Perfilia did to the mariages.

Mariage is never foolish. It seemed to draw everything from Fabian's short conversation.

Mariage pulls her hand from Fabian and slowly pulls her jaw as a sign of understanding.

"... let me thank the Lord God for seeing you too"

Looking back at Yuma, she urged him with her jaw to give her the bag. Die whispers quickly to the two of them, not accepting the cosmetic tools.

"Let's go home. Together."

Believe me.

Yuma sees the die more. Mariage lifted her hand and controlled her as she looked at the die.

Helmut breaks in with the mariages and says that's it for nothing.

Die even took Fabian back to his original place, remembering the feeling that the leather on his bag was familiar to his hands.

Behind the room, a rectangular workbench awaits its.

Place items for makeup side by side on top of them covered in a freshwater coloured cloth. Rose water, emulsions, honey, underlying agents, various types of practicing powder, colour powder. Something close to the liquid watered the bottle brightly to check if the contents were discolored, and the contents were dripped slightly into my hand. The item itself has the magic of "retention", just in case.

When the die was ready, Ditrout showed himself. In order to pay a respectful tribute to Mariage, he begins the process of confirmation with the officer-in-charge of the venue.

"How about you, Master Mariage?

Shortly thereafter, Serenesty also appeared with a twist. Mariage responds with a smile as she takes her seat.

"Yes, it's not bad, Master Serenesty."

"I would like to thank your makeup artist. It will be a pleasant sit-down."

"Yep... I'm sure"

The two glanced at each other and broke up.

"Let the makeup artist apply makeup to him."

Show with your eyes the young man Serenesty leaning in like a shadow as he walks over to the die. He drooled his head one step packing his distance from the die.

Die observed the youth again.

Though quiet and inconspicuous, the young man's face has a different end to Ditrout's.

"Put makeup on him...?

"It wouldn't be interesting just to have your lady put on makeup, would it? Or maybe you can't?

"... no"

Die looked back at Serenesty.

"It's okay."

The queen smiles coldly and closes the fan with a high sound.

"Check the tools."

Ditrout moved on to that call. Fabian is also invited by him to stand in front of the workbench. Apparently to see if there's anything suspicious. Although it is hard to say that they understand the tools used by the die.

Fabian observes carefully one dish at a time. My eyes shine with curiosity behind my glasses. He was like a kid with a novel tool in his hand.

Ditrout, on the other hand, was thoroughly tested with no expression. Unlike Fabian, who is in danger at hand, his handling of tools was polite. How to handle the bottle and touch the color powder. The brush is carefully aligned with the tip of the hair before placing it in its proper place.

I guess you remember the description of the tool I told you about when it was.

Both confirmed names swear that nothing is wrong. He sat in the middle chair of the stage, mistakenly with the two of them returning to their seats. The young man's costume has a neutral appearance that draws smooth lines towards his feet. Though eagles were stitched at the hem, the glossy dark blue costume reminiscent of the dark night was clearly heterogeneous among the proximities wearing white.

"It's a blemish."

Serenesty whispered.

"... but I'm not going to go out with the boring pastime either. When you decide it's not worth the time…"

On the way, cut it off.

Die meditated.

Fabian is still here. I also reunited with Mariage. From how she and Yuma are, everyone else will be fine.

Conditions were met.

"Ready? Die '

-... or not, carry it.

Half an hour and a little more until the promised time.

If you simply wear makeup, you don't need four and a half minutes. The amount of time it takes to pinch a conversation remains the same.

We need to entertain everyone and buy time.

As I also confessed to Fabian, I've never performed makeup for the purpose of entertaining everyone, like poetry, dance, or strings.

Will salvation have little experience with makeup on a man's face?

Take the powder shroud cloth and the die looks down at the face.

Grey hair reminiscent of steel with waxy smooth skin. Bloodless cheeks. Thin lips in both pigment and thickness.

Light, green gray eyes.

There is so little temperature in all of it that I don't think of it as a living person.

Die remembered that the temperature in his hand was also very cold.

Yes, you know, to grab the die, I dressed up as Yuma by magic -...

The hand squeezing the cloth stopped tightly.

Something cold passes down on my spine.

(It was)

This young man is a magician. He can "paint" what he wants.

Limiting the area to the face to mislead the makeup finish, perhaps.

Die got his breath ready.

Look over at the gathered together and declare.

"Okay, here we go."

The cloth was stretched.