The Queen’s Cosmetician

Visit Mariage's bedroom after she has finished her work and falls back. Not so much.

Die inhaled the moist night air and ascended the tower calming his chest, which struck him nervously. The room for the purpose is on the top floor, with the guard consolidating the door. They smiled at the die who appeared, followed by Mariage.

Your Majesty, Lord Die has arrived.

"Let me in."

Unstoppable reply. The watchman opened the door for the die.

Mariage, sitting on a bench, was holding the writing fixture with the book underneath her notes. The die locks the closed door and asks the master as he walks over.

"What are you writing?

"Letter to Arishuel"

Breathe gently into the dry ink, and Mariage pinched the paper in the book.

"Because I heard where to send it. Thought I'd leave you a reply."

It's a hassle, Mariage adds.

Die laughed. My husband is not really honest.

"You'll be delighted."

Arishuel is reliving his life in the exotic. That would never be easy. A letter from Mariage should be a strong encouragement for her.

"What does the letter say?

"If you want to die, come home and I'll beat you up."

Indeed, it is a Mariage-like statement.

"... erm"

"... just kidding"

I don't think so.

Mariage sighed at the hardening die and pointed at the round table.

"I'll take the wine. Because it's there."

"Yes, Your Majesty"

Die followed the instructions with great care. On a short oval table with legs, water and warmed wine, two tall cups are placed. The die gently poured wine into one crack of its red copper vessel.

"The water is for you."

Pointed out by Mariage, fill the other cup with water.

"Sit down."

Mariage showed the chair across the slope to the die as she received the wine.

The cotton-filled seat softly receives the waist of the die dropped as ordered.

Warm, thin red walls, candied oak shelves, and their ceiling covered by elaborate floral clams - familiar conditioning brought a sense of safe return home.

"What's the story?

Mariage leans her neck as she drifts her carelessness.

Die grabbed the high cup.

"I wanted to report you. In jail, what did you talk about"

"... with that man?

Heath - with Ditrout Yerni.

Die nodded quietly.

Mariage placed the cup on the small table after she gently mouthed it. Hang it horizontally on the chair and cling to your elbows, scratching up annoyingly the long hair that falls on your face.

"Didn't they tell you to be on your side?

Die stuffed his breath and looked up at Mariage. She leans over to the die with a frightened eye.

"I get it. That's about it.... because it's about that guy. Didn't that eagerly dictate you?

"Were you watching it somewhere!?

"... really?

Die dropped his gaze on the cup. My shadow on the water was shaking in the ripples.

"They said they loved you. He wants me to stay by his side. To my wife."

Mariage's eyes shoot a die. To that gaze as he explored, Die smiled back.

"... it's just a mouthpiece. to betray Master Mariage."

"Are you sure... that's what you think?

"I think so"

Die affirmed. As I tell myself.

That's a man's sweetheart. to confuse the die. for falling into disillusionment with Mariage. It has to be.

But.

"With that in mind...... I was glad that guy told me he liked it"

Breathe tight, Die confessed.

"Master Mariage knew, didn't he? I liked that guy. I think you still like it. I can't help it."

My heart shook at the heat I touched in my outstretched hand.

"But I'll forget it."

That man is an invader. Threaten the peace in Del Ligueiria.

"My place is beside Master Mariage. 'Cause I'm not leaving."

Because I swear it.

I wanted you to forgive me.

Even then, confused.

"Of course."

Mariage said.

"You're my makeup artist."

Mariage looks straight at the die. On a sunny day, in the hallway of the warm glowing Mizweeri family, as I ordered you to follow me to the end.

The story was over.

Mariage says she will go to bed after she finishes writing to Alishuel. Die took his seat, advising him not to be too late. Place the empty cup on the shelf. One of these days, the woman will clean it up.

"Oh, Die"

"Yes?"

With his hands on the handle of the door, Die looked back at Mariage.

The master observes from the tip of the die's head to his toe.

"... well, what's wrong?

"You... maybe, back, stretched?

"Huh?"

Die accidentally put his hand on his chest. I glance at my body in confusion.

"Er... is that right...?

I didn't know this morning when I peeked at the appearance.

"Tomorrow, you'll have to measure everything."

"Ha, right"

Die replied raw. She frowned when she said something. But she reached for the tabletop book without opening her mouth.

"Die."

"Yes."

Mariage is pulling a note from between pages that was about to be written.

she said.

"You don't have to forget."

Those days, too. And the thoughts that accompany it.

Nothing.

Immerse the tip of the writing instrument in the ink kettle, and she resumes writing.

The die praised the pointed back and withdrew from the queen's chamber.

The security of the underground tunnel was always increased and tight.

Ditrout was walking alongside Zeno between the multiplied outposts. Cross the guard room and take the branch to the right. Proceed to a different compartment from the one who was catching Deanna. As more than one soldier walked through the door where it was his turn, the dark lights of magic began to illuminate at his feet.

A narrow hallway with steel lattices on both sides. There is a lukewarm breeze sewing between the torture chamber and the special cell. The roar of the beast and the sobbing of the woman resonated with heavy chains wrapping around the curtain everywhere. The deafening discord is mixed with the screaming of the prisoners. Behind the striped carved darkness, water was dripping intermittently. Even the magic that's supposed to block the stench doesn't seem to prevent all the stench. The smell of blood on my nose.

If it's anything weak, you'll be fainting as soon as you step in. Even the soldiers in charge are numerous that distort their faces.

Still, no matter what Ditrout was, Zeno didn't have a single frown to whisk.

Ditrout reached the far end of the aisle. Beyond the steel door, a man keeps his back on one wall. He is raising and lowering the floating chest of the bone and throwing out limbs tied to the chain. My skin was torn with a whip. My nails have already been stripped. My legs were rotten with acid.

You wouldn't have been treated so badly if you hadn't tried to escape.

He was supposed to be the man who attacked Deanna and the others in Marlen.

"Your new lords are going to have a hard time. Poor thing."

Zeno spoke to the man with a gentle voice.

"Absolutely, blow me into the townspeople for something I don't need."

Zeno blurred that it was a real pain in the ass.

A few days after the mariages left, there was disturbance among the townspeople of Marlen. Edmont Chamberlain received a Solemn Qing from the Queen. Such rumors were whispered to me. Xeno had to stay in order to converge the situation, bringing Chamberlain's successor to Marlen ahead of schedule. He must suffer for a while in a narrow space between loyalty to the Queen and distrust from the people.

"Don't you feel comfortable talking about the Reginalds?

"None"

The man answered Ditrout's question instantly.

"... right"

Ditrout nodded and waved at his back. The soldiers stained from the shadows pass by the side of the dittrout to restrain the man's arm.

"No matter how much you whisper, it's no use. You just had to suffer."

"Confessionals."

The prisoner snorted.

"In your eyes...... I guess it's funny. But while my will is mine, I will never betray my Lord."

Between the broken breaths, the man squeezes out the words.

I heard a dialogue somewhere similar to this. I immediately figured out who said it.

Deanna, it's her. Even before his death, he did not abandon his loyalty to his master. I'm treading on myself, like this poor man.

When, I dreamed.

Dream of that girl laughing beside me. Dream of sleeping with her. I'm feeling her plump. Only in the meantime did I know that a quiet night would come.

As it turned out, she slipped out of this hand.

But I'm glad that's it.

You won't have to change your mind about its existence to hope again. If I go down this side, I have to dye my hands with blood. Because it never suits those little, soft hands that are there to clean one up beautifully.

Didn't you let go of your hand thinking so too that thunderstorm night?

I gently grip over my heart and whisper to a man who is no longer there.

(I wasn't pardoned from the start, like wanting her.... don't you? Heath)

I killed you, to me.

I was ready. on the day I buried him under the grave. I need to get back. Something peaceful is what you want.

He said he was going to crush the bones and lay them down. with Serenesty.

The man who was given the medicine screamed and began to squeeze his throat. The soldiers hold on to its rampant and mad body. The man gasping with his mouth open with a mouthful of covetousness still stared at the ditlout and exclaimed.

"Go to hell......!!!!

-... heaven extremes the ease of the world, the green garden.

The earth binds the devil in ordeal - …….

DiTrout smiled. Terrible, gentle.

Poke one knee beside the man and whisper in his burnt ear.

"You are here..."

And I will stand.

Blood and resentment, swirling.

"This is hell."

Screaming continues to woodspirits.

The steel door was in all darkness, covered.