The Queen’s Cosmetician

"... then I'll check again, Die"

Residence area of Royal Castle. The penetration of the entrenched corridor. Stopped under a large painting hung on the wall, Rodimus looks back at the die. Die also stopped his leg. The moonlight colored by the overhead rose window depicted a seven-colored floral pattern on the floor stone.

"To consult with the Chief Woman to elect a woman by tomorrow evening. Yes, an inventory of what to take..."

"Is all I submit for makeup?

"Right. Apply to your clerk for anything you think needs a die for hair tie or costume. As soon as the meeting time is adjusted, I can reward you."

"Ok...... Also, you'll be in a hurry. When you leave the country."

The Dies decided to put Mariage on a journey to various foreign countries. We're talking about her mental stability, but there are other reasons.

There was an urgent need to set up a system of cooperation with neighbouring countries in order to solve the problem of displaced persons, and there was a need for the civilian population to step on the number of diplomatic occasions - this is not the time for easy and soothing relations.

If it's just a tranquility, Mariage should also be convinced that she refuses to leave the castle.

The dates are as early as the following month. We have to get to work on the schedule immediately.

"You're gonna be so busy, too.... don't pack too many roots."

"Thank you, Roddy. Good night."

"Yeah, good night"

Rodimus gently waves and pulls up to his room. After dropping off that back for a while, Die started walking in the opposite direction.

(... get busy, or what)

Rebellion the words of Rodimus in his chest. The mouth was unknowingly drawn to a floating laugh of self-derision.

The russian will be busier in the castle from tomorrow on a sudden schedule. Die also has something to do. But if you ask me if I'm going to be too busy, no.

The words of a civil servant pierce him as he wandered.

'... if you only wear makeup, it will be easy to take a rest'

Die scratched herself. Put your nails up on the cuffs of a jacket with a national seal to wear. The sturdy fabric sounded tight.

The magic lights go down the corridor, shining a little orange light, and across from the die is Mariage's private room. I hear your body is calm, but I wanted to see your face before I slept.

Normally it is unacceptable to visit the queen's mariage without touching on it.

But it was possible for the die. That was the privilege of the die.

As he slid himself into the living room through an open door with the guard's hand and stepped into the bedroom through the side of the reception bench, a shadow moved by the bedside provided in the back. The woman accompanying the nurse rose from her chair.

"Die?"

"Yes.... Yuma, how is Your Majesty?

Die walked over to the luxurious sleeping area as he inquired. A bird flies out of the die's shoulder with a light feather and stays on the ceiling strut of the sleeping table. That decoration Beyond the book descending from the stunning cover, there was a figure of Mariage sleeping so that she could be buried in the pillow.

Yuma smiled next to the stopped die.

"Sleep tight. But it's better if you take care of yourself and have a good night tomorrow."

"... I hope you'll listen to that..."

Mariage's face was dark, painted and dyed inky, and it was difficult to discern the colour. There are just wrinkles engraved between the eyebrows and they don't seem to be at peace. Exhalation is moisturized by heat and forehead is sticky.

"Yuma, do you have a hand plush? I will wipe the sweat of Master Mariage."

"Wait. I'm gonna get wet."

On the table is one washroom with water strained. Yuma squeezes the handkerchief immersed in it firmly and offers it to the die.

Die switched places with Yuma and pressed the handkerchief he received against his master's forehead. Wipe cheeks and neck muscles with care as well.

Mariage's sweat- and fever-sucking cloth is uncomfortably lukewarm in the hands of a die.

"Die."

When I raised my face to the call, I was being offered a gaze in front of me.

"Medicine water. You'll get tired."

The handkerchief is quickly removed from the die that solidifies the handkerchief, and Yuma also recommends the chair.

Sit down. Sit down.

"... thank you"

The contents of the thickened lid had a nostril, a unique aroma on the hot air. But when I put my mouth on it, the taste was very gentle. Sweet on the tip of the tongue, warming up to the twitching fingertips.

Yuma pulled another leg of the chair and dropped her hips on that seat. It will not interfere with your lord's sleep. She drops her voice and asks absurdly.

"... Die was down to the city yesterday too, wasn't he? Not if you can't."

It's okay, Die smiled.

"Change your mood, I'm rather fine"

"Really?"

"... don't you see?

"I don't see it. You look tired, and then you look worried."

Yuma is also one of those people who seems to have had a change of heart after another trip to Perfilia. I didn't hide my trust in mariage and became more intimate with Die. Peeping into Die's face she had a teething look on her face.

"... Can't I help?

"That's not true."

In a heartfelt denial, Die dropped his gaze on the medicinal water. I can't find the words that follow well.

"... it's not like Yuma can't rely on it or anything. But I wonder if this isn't the kind of thing I should find myself..."

"Answer......?

"What can I do for you, Mariaj?"

I didn't even have to be pointed out by Rudia. Back from Perfilia, this way, I kept thinking.

What can I do for myself?

For example, it would have been nice to have the power to keep mariage away from danger, like Alvina and Assé.

Or, like Rodimus, the power to lay policy.

Or - …….

Driving the man's shadow out of his brain, Die sighed.

Do you work only for the privileges you owe to this person?

Yuma makes her eyes pass the risk.

"Did the civilian people say something again? If you care, you lose. I'm just jealous of those people."

"I think it's a good idea to be flattered.... even those people make me jealous.... if you're flustered in your spare time and you're allowed so much privilege"

Die's working hours as a full-time job are not that long, even if they add up to meetings such as costume decisions.

Because of the makeup, it tends to be seen lightly. Because makeup did not inflate the bellies of the people.

On the other hand, Die has a number of privileges as a person who possesses a national chapter. Almost none of the places in the castle are off-limits, and you are free to express your opinion if you attend a meeting. The salary was huge - even if I remember the horror in that amount, I can't give it back because it's a policy.

"The die is decent. You have good support for His Majesty. Being beside His Majesty is one of the most important things about having a National Seal, isn't it? Die does the job right. I don't care."

Not just Yuma. Both Rodimus and Assé would state the same. Your role is to be beside the queen. When it leads to supporting her.

But as Rudia suggested, I don't think that's all we can do. But what should I do?

"... thank you"

Turning his repaired grin to Yuma, Die put his mouth on the potion water again. Slowly, over time, sipping.

"Hey, Yuma."

Die asked as he returned the emptied bamboo.

"Can I ask you to bring a blanket?

"Blanket?... are you going to sleep here?

"No, that's just... I'm going to let you use the bench in the living room..."

I told you, Die returned it to me. It would be an overwhelming act, no matter how many dies, such as taking a nap of your own in the queen's room. Die apologized to his friend, who looked flat.

"Excuse me. I knew you couldn't do it, could I? Um, can I rent the Yumas' refrain room?

"Nowhere! Go back to your room and sleep properly!

"Yuma, please"

Die grabbed my friend's wrist and rocked it.

"I want to be able to show my face right away when Master Mariage calls..."

In fact, if she woke up in the middle of the night and saw Die's face, she would hate it very much. Like the Yumas, you must say, go to sleep in your room.

Still, I wanted to be beside my master.

If the only thing you can do right now is stay away for a while.

"... you better refrain. Because I have a decent sleeping area for hypnotic sleep."

Yuma drops her shoulder with the look of giving up.

"Wait a minute. 'Cause I'm gonna do it."

"No, I'll do that."

"Fine, Die is watching His Majesty on my behalf"

Yuma pushes back hard on the shoulder of the die trying to get up from the chair.

"Your majesty would be more pleased to see your face than I am if the pills ran out and you woke up."

"Excuse me."

I shook my head and laughed that Yuma was fine for Die's acknowledgement. Keep your heels back and disappear into the next room.

Die sat back deeply in the chair, staring at Mariage.

It didn't take long for that outline to appear white and blurry.

Someone is calling his name.

The name of the lost man.

That's when I carved the name on the grave.

The girl...

"D......"

"Dita!"

Ditrout awoke with a strong shake on his shoulder. I have a familiar friend's face in front of me. Xeno Faranx - The man who serves as an escort for Ditrout.

With a relief look on his face, he took his hands off the dittrout and left the spot.

"I was worried because I couldn't get up. I can often sleep in such uncomfortable chairs. How are you feeling?

"My back hurts"

"Well, I guess so."

Xeno giggles. DiTrout gently turned his neck, letting his back go from the wall.

What I was sitting on was a crate used to transport food. There is no contents already. It was piled up by the side of the room. I even remember borrowing one of those and replacing it with a chair. I didn't think you'd fall asleep like that.

"You haven't slept again lately. That's why you fall asleep in there."

If you're asleep, go to your bedroom, and Xeno has a frightened face. DiTrout stood silently. Gently correct the collar before walking over to Zeno.

"What's the status?

"It's glued. The work is done. Staffed."

"What's the weather?

Zeno shows the window with his eyes. It's dark outside that little window provided close to the ceiling. Naturally, it's just past midnight.

The window anointed with darkness shows nothing. But the humid cold air that snuck in from it and the sound of rain pounding on it answered Ditrout's question.

"How long has it been since you got out?

"Half an hour, I guess."

Ditrout peered into the map spread over the long desk from next to Zeno.

The center of the thin dirty paper spells out the name of this fort. Tartaza, a fortress set in southwestern Perfilia overlooking Clan Hive. It was the arrow tip where Ditrout arrived that besieged Clan Hive's battalion, choosing it as a place to stay for the border inspection.

Leading the battalion is Graham Esmel, Mayor of Esmel City, Clan Hive United States.

"The opponent's size is five hundred. It lays about three hundred soldiers in the center and a hundred in the west and east. According to reports from reconnaissance, there's no sign of this one being noticed."

Signs of Zhu Mo indicating the location of the forests, rivers, hills, isohighways and soldiers. Zeno goes on explaining every single one of them by the ditlout he puts in his wake-up head.

"Five of us are starting this way below the Trad Bow Warrior. Sam, Michelo and Ramses are on the move. The girl and child finished moving into the basement. The reservoir is currently eighth minute. The fields are full of water."

"What about everyone's morale?

"Upper"

Ditrout nodded one satisfactorily and took the pawn that was falling on the desk. That of the playthings that the soldiers of ordinary times are interested in sparing time. It's a crude scraped stone.

Ditrout meditated as he stroked the head of it as if it were a person at all costs.

Once it rains in Tartarza, it becomes a heavy rain with thunder. The people of the land have used irrigation to fight water damage and guts.

Never take their hard work and drilling lightly.

Still, I couldn't pull a ditlout.

I am at war.

"Let's get started"

In accordance with the proclamation of Ditrout, the friend smiled and issued a decree.

Clan Hive and neighbouring Perfilia have renewed the truce agreement every year. But it is clear that Perfilia is watching the Klan's territory. A country that increasingly strengthens its power is a proportionate one day likely to peacefully add a text that will prevail over its own country to the agreement.

But what if we could take the Chancellor Dietraut, who is also whispered as the brainchild of the country by being the only flesh parent of the queen, as a prisoner?

The only thing I know is that he's coming to Tartarza.

Ditrout's decision to visit Tartarza was taken too suddenly, and only a few people even knew about it in the country. Graham shook up to a grin that shook up his hand taking the horse's reins - if he could capture the abominable prime minister through this march, he would be a wilderness tribe (clan) hero.

It has also been confirmed using scouts that the number of people accompanied by ditrouts is small. In addition, Tartaza, although a stronghold, does not have a large army stationed either from the alarm of a natural fortress surrounded by forests. Squadron at best for calling for backup from the suburbs. A battalion led by Graham from the city of Esmel would be enough to overwhelm.

"Ha ha ha ha... uuuuuuu"

Graham, who laughed, shook his face at the rain water that had fallen into his mouth. Brutally wipe with your hands the droplets that pass on to your face.

"It's depressing rain..."

If you look up to heaven, a constant rain falls from the gap between the leaves of each other's branches. The momentum that just increases now seems to be running down the barrel water.

Clan Hive is a thirsty land. It was only at the beginning of the descent that it began to rain of grace, but things got worse.

Marching through the woods is not easy for Grahams, who know nothing but dry soil. Soft leafy soil and twisted roots take their feet. Rain creates streams and narrows the path so that we can chase them there. Block vision. The sky, which is supposed to worship the glorious full moon, is also dark.

Strategies are behind the mysterious ambush in the shade.

"Mayor"

A man stepped back from the advance squad and lined up in Graham. The man in command of the squad. The night raid was also planned by this man.

"Please order us to withdraw. … is dangerous as it is"

"Retreat!? What to say!

"The advance squad of the squad, which was deployed on the left and right wing, has joined the centre...... We are gathered in the center."

"What...? It would be just a coincidence."

"No. This is where the water is increasing, but there are signs of artificial trench digging"

This is a trap.

"... that they assumed an ambush?

"It's likely that. If so, an ambush is a failure."

But Tartarza is right in front of your eyes and nose.

I know where Tartarza is, even if his vision is bad. Because you can see the fort lights on the other side of the water smoke.

"That's why. The rain is terrible, too. It is dangerous to step too far in this state. At least get back to the mayor's squad first."

"Are you going to make me cower?"

"It's not. Only if you show yourself to the mayor!

"Shut up.... fine! Then you can slash it into your nostalgia in case you get ambushed. Tell it to the squad's! He said hurry up!

After a beat of silence, the man accepted the order and went back to his original formation.

I've come this far. I'm not gonna pull it off.

I bit my teeth and snapped my nose.

It was that moment.

The horse hissed high as a scream and shook his forefoot up vigorously. Graham took his hand off the reins. Stick it straight through your face in the mud.

"Mayor!?

"Ugh, wake up, quick!

Clothes that were wet in the rain suck muddy water and are even heavier, clutching to arms and feet. Graham calls for help while one comes, but none of the hands he could reach out to were at all. Graham, who managed to wake up his torso with blue muscles between his eyebrows, looked with his buttocks on.

Like a few arrows pouring down on us in the rain of a beating.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!

"Ohhhhh!

"Get back in line! Enemy attack!!

Anger and screaming are complicated. A muddy horse's hoof jumped up close and Graham unwittingly lay down with his head.

"Damn, that way! That light!!

From the gap between the arms covering your face, you can see the light flashing and blinking. It's the light of the charm stone. I can see the shadows of the soldiers with bows standing there as they wander. They re-took charge of the bow and disappeared into the shade of night.

"Follow him! Don't let him get away!

"Stay... wait! Don't leave me!!

Graham tried to stand up with his sword instead of his cane and fell again. My right leg is bent in the wrong direction.

Pain and fear dominated the senses.

Graham raised his voice to the soldiers who did not look up to themselves.

"Hi-ma, wait!! It's broken! Fractured!! Don't leave me! The Mayor!!

An anger is ringing when it intersects the rain. The horse comes backwards. Continued, roaring.

And of the men, the cry of the Terminator.

Ground ringing, approaching.

"Nah... Nah, guh"

Graham passed out with a shock to the back of his head before he could perceive everything.

I couldn't help but be fortunate to lose consciousness before I found out about the wild turbulence that strikes the soldiers ahead.

"The captive mayor said he was a grown-up."

Xeno, who had visited the conference room he was renting as an office early at night, told the most ditlout of the opening.

"... I don't know if this guy's a Daiyuan."

"It won't be."

Taking his eyes off the report of the war, DiTrout responded.

"I was just hit. Lizard tail cutting is the same. I'm sure he's the only one who doesn't know."

The reason Graham learned about Dietrout's plans is never because he's good at intelligence.

Because this one intentionally leaked information.

- Since last year, when they let a group of Del Ligueirias escape, the Ditrouts have focused on washing out the interveners rooted within Perfilia. The royal castle and the king's capital, among others. The owners of those who devour the heart of the country wanted to make it clear.

Finishes well. Nevertheless, there were also two or three people who could not prove their origin. The trap I put in place to find out about them was this border inspection of Ditrout.

Using Ditrout himself as a decoy, wait for his opponent to react. Those who found out Ditrout was staying in Tartarza did not move themselves. Instead, I've been pointing Graham.

It was unexpected that soldiers would be sent in. I've been stuck with a small gesture.

I pulled my opponent in until I had no choice but to cut the weir in the reservoir filled with rain.

DiTrout rose from his seat. Walk by the window and touch the glass warmed by the sun.

The farmland that looked down seemed terrible.

Dry branches poke everywhere, and the roots of flipped trees protrude into heaven. The walls of the waterway used as a conduit to bring in water had begun to fly at water pressure. The swamped area is not very much, but it cannot be walked as it is. The locals, including soldiers, work in the restoration work as they travel around on timber laid as a simple sidewalk.

It's time to sprinkle the seeds in a month or so.

But it will take a lot of effort to make it possible.

"Do you regret it?

DiTrout looked back behind the inquiry, which sounded close. Zeno was right beside me at some point.

"Use this place for a spider's nest."

The reason I chose Tartarza is because of its location. It's easy to assassinate if you're an anti-queen in the country, and it's easy to send assassins from outside the country.

Ditrout thinned.

"No way."

I don't wish I hadn't trapped you. Even if the captive Graham was a biting dog, it became clear that someone who could influence the mayor of Clan Hive was the enemy.

Scattered Previously I've moved other people's lives as pawns. I haven't chosen this path since the beginning as long as I regret it.

Every day, every day, the blood incenses.

From your hands.

From the arm.

From the foot.

From all of this body.

"Shall we go, Zeno?... Renee's waiting, isn't she?

Ditrout left the window and slapped Zeno on the shoulder. Slip through that side and leave the room. The groans of the wounded echo inside the stone fort. But I didn't have time to worry about them. There is a pile of things to do.

We have to keep walking.

Don't let your feet be stolen from your hands protruding from the sea of blood.

Don't let the distant call fool you.