The Queen’s Cosmetician

Every single one.

In the carriage, which sounded like a regular wheel, it was as if it had stretched out an inky veil. A dark, thirsty, occasional sigh of someone precipitates with the dust mustard.

The boxcarriage set up for the queen is a luxurious construction with a bench that also serves as a sleeping area. Mariage's face, lying carefree in that chair strewn with red velvet, was also sinking in the shadows. He looks out from a position where he avoids the light he shoots in, looking between his eyebrows. The die looked at its side from a seat placed for his squire.

After more than a month and a half in secret discussions with the Rudias, the Dies left Del Ligueiria through the western border.

A limited number of countries will have a sufficient basis to look for cooperation on the issue of displaced persons. Two countries should visit. One small country, southwest of Del Ligueiria, and Clan Hive.

The former is a country with only half the national territory of Del Ligueiria, but its history is ancient and it still maintains a stable foundation in today's world. By contrast, Clan Hive is comparable to Perfilia if you look only at the territory, or more. However, it is not centralised.

Clan Hive is a country without a queen.

It consists of the connection of six autonomous cities acting as small countries and is treated as a Union. The head of the city was a member of the parliament who was the king of their respective territories and at the same time moved Clan Hive. Friendly relations with them will not only serve as a stoning stone to the solution of the problem of displaced persons, but also as a disincentive to Perfilia. The Dies went around visiting in turn from the cities close to the border.

But the results were not fragrant.

That's what weighs the air in this carriage.

Die leaned his head against the window and sighed.

(Alone, ha...)

He gave a cold answer that he could not promise to cooperate in a cynical manner. Still, I was showing an attitude of consideration, so it's still fine.

The second and third mayors did not address the issue of displaced persons bluntly, either because the territory they would rule was far from the border. In addition, he darkly condemned Mariage for giving the cosmetologist the national seal. She pierced her silence, but the look seeped with boiling anger and frustration.

In the fourth city I visited, curious as to when Mariage would have an eclampsia, it didn't even come true to meet the mayor.

And now, the Dies are on their way to the fifth city on Clan Hive.

Under an overwhelmingly dazzling and vast blue, a flock of carriages travelling to the land of cracked red tea would look like an unusual row of ants returning to their nest holes with their bare hands.

"... die"

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"I see the city."

Die took his seat and poked his knee by the mariage. I look outside with the help of her gaze.

Beyond the white-eyed sun, Mariage has asked, showing with her chin the shadows of a group of spires standing together with dust.

"Is that Lugrois?

Lugrois, a city in the middle eastern part of Clan Hive. This is the fifth city the Dies aspire to.

"Probably."

Mariage didn't even nod in Die's reply. I closed my eyes and told him to wake me up when I got there.

There are several pieces of writing under her hand overlaid on her abdomen. It's about the city of Lugrois. Rodimus, who is away in Del Ligueiria, was giving it to Mariage before she left, and she was eager to look at it too until she entered Clan Hive.

But although I took the portion of the city of Lugrois, it didn't look like I was reading it properly. I didn't feel like putting in a confirmation that the die had looked through as well.

I was hoping, I wasn't there.

So.

Surprised.

"Much ahuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

"- WHAT!?!?

When Mariage was pushed down by a girl who was waiting right past the main entrance of the city of Lugrois.

"Bye, it's real. It's a real mariage. I can't help it. I'm so grateful to Her Majesty the Queen herself for her hard work!

Die glanced down flashly at the girl horseback riding Mariage with her ass cake poked and twisting herself as she skipped flowers.

Egg-shaped contours, large eyes bordered by long lashes, shapely little nose, red brushed thick lips. Tied up wheat hair shines golden in the light. The body is small, luxurious yet fleshy. The costume hem softly spreads to raise the rounded outline. The years won't be so different from those of the Dies. She was a girl with a vibrant atmosphere while remaining unbearable.

"Ugh, while..."

Die returned to me in the appearance of the master moaning at the girl's underlings. Thoughts had become still-minded by events beyond the realm of understanding. Next to the die, the assay is also rigid with its hands on the sword pattern. The accompanying officers look alike and close in.

"So, are you all right, Master Mariage!

"Hey, hey."

Die was helped. Mariage thrust the girl hard.

"What the hell, you haha!?

The girl on the other side leaves the mariage and blinks properly and puts her little neck

"Oh?... did I get annoyed?

"You don't hate me!

"Whoa, whoa! Oh, hey, Sheila. Hippopotamus."

"You don't want to grab Lady Raina's collar with me! Oh, my God, what are you thinking about jumping at the first person without introducing yourself?

The mother cat overseeing the kitten. The redhead woman, who appeared well refreshed, let her sigh deeply as she captured the girl. Behind it, young and old men dressed in official uniforms are fading uniformly. Some were looking up to heaven with their hands on their foreheads. As for the red-haired woman, she is angry with her mind.

The colour of reflection is not seen at all by the girl, however.

"I'm sorry."

To apologize, it is also the end of a lightly peppered tongue. I passed by suddenly and was impressed.

But it was from here that I really should be impressed.

The girl flinched herself, distancing herself from the mariage as she sat down, picked up the hem of the costume with both hands and broke her knee in an act as graceful as someone else had done earlier. Erasing his unbearability from his face, making his loose hair dance in the wind, and smiling in thin peach creases, he had the luster of a spiritual charm that attracted all things.

"I am Raina Lugrova, Mayor of the City of Lugrova"

She follows the deeply bowed officials behind her back and mouths them with a loud voice that she can hear.

"I apologize for your disrespect earlier. Far away, welcome. We would like to extend a warm welcome to everyone in the city of Lugrois."

I had heard that the mayor of Lugrois was a woman.

but i didn't imagine that she was an innocent girl of the same age as ourselves, and that way, in a position with lots of old men. It is also different from Alishuel, who has a calm waist, and Serenesty, who even seeps through old age. It's a girl of a nature I've never seen face to face before.

"Look, ladies and gentlemen! That's the Lugrois."

Raina points outside as she completes her face-to-face meeting and begins to guide her straight through the castle. From the cylindrical corridor, where the dry winds blow in reasonably well, you can see the streets of the city of Lugrois. A brown collective house that lines radially around the castle and cathedral. Every corner is shredded and round by drifting dust, making the outline look somewhat obscure.

A band of light that is blinding in the distance, lying beyond them.

It's the Lugrois River, with a thousand sunshines.

"The city that developed as a merchant shipping base in the northern part of the continent is Lugrois. There used to be a frightening crossing of ships straddling the continent. He also promised to deliver the collected shipment to the Duke of Maisenburg."

Rayna has a smooth tone that tells the history of previous years. It depends on the guests, but tourist information is probably her role.

The Del Ligueiria officials seemed to have relieved the tension on the girl leading the way with a bright smile. I am eager to write down what she said as I walk around to Raina.

Further afield, Die even walked with Mariage.

"Absolutely, I think it's a trap."

Mariage said with a rugged look as she leaned on the die perfectly.

"It's a trap. It's a trap. It smells like a female fox like Serenesty..."

"Dear Mariage, I can hear you."

"'Cause it's weird that you're welcome!?

"Mariage! Don't stay behind like that, come next to Raina!

"I'm comin 'ahhhhhhh!!

Mariage screams in a noisy voice at Raina, who also rushes flowers in her upper mood. The face is seriously tense and even while Raina drags her arm, she is desperately looking to Die for help with her eyes.

"Rayna has been looking forward to seeing Mariage ever since she heard she was here. Del Ligueiria was Raina's country of salvation. Look, look, Dear Mariage. That's the painting on the wall over there. It's a vase in the corner over there. Then there's the decorative lighting on the ceiling, and then there, there, and there, and there, and there, and there, and I don't think it's made in Del Ligueiria."

"Oh... really..."

"Oh, I'm so happy to be so close to Master Mariage, Raina!

Let's correct it. Mariage's eyes were like dead fish.

"Oh, I wonder if you're okay..."

Mariage, who can be offensive to dislike, doesn't seem to like being used as a means of attacking favors either. Die sympathized with the master, who was taken to the beginning of the line with a sly complexion.

"I am truly sorry for all the disrespect of my Lord"

An acknowledgement enters the fence from the side of the die that was distracted by Mariage. It's from a woman who was scolding Rayna when she picked her up. Die looked up at her walking on the left without her knowing.

The year is around thirty. A woman with bright red hair tied up in the back of her head. He has a good physique and a solid long sword around his waist.

"Please call me Sheila. We're a Kingsguard for Lady Raina."

"It's a die. Dear Mariage... I work near Her Majesty the Queen"

"Yes, I know."

The eyes of a woman named Sheila slip over Die's clothes. Red jacket close to unlimited black. I was used to wearing them and familiar with them. That felt oddly heavy, and Die gripped his sleeve hard with his opposite hand.

"Lady Raina's doing...... I'm glad you're not offended. No offense.... I think it's too much."

Sheila excuses herself with a bitter smile.

"Rayna was looking forward to seeing you all over the day. … Del Ligueiria is a thoughtful country for Lady Raina"

"Thoughtful?"

"Rayna's father, who was originally revealed as the previous mayor, preferred Del Ligueiria's crafts. Fine artists, painters and singers… many of them came from your country. Lady Rayna used to watch on your father's lap."

"Has the previous mayor retired yet?

"About eight years ago, he died."

It was a pale voice that only tells the facts.

"We were caught in a massive fire that hit the city. Soon after that, Lady Raina succeeded your father and became mayor."

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

Sheila laughed small as she looked down at the die stuck in words. Close your eyes to old-fashioned sentiments.

"Your country is a reminder of the days we miss for Rayna. Rayna's shaving has been a rare occurrence in recent years since I heard you were here."

"Hey, Sheila?

A obstinate voice interrupted the conversation and Die turned to the front. Soon Rayna, who quit the lead role, had her hands on her hips and swelled her cheeks.

"Because this is what Raina is when she looks away for a second. Don't blow things away."

"Isn't it true? Who have you been all these days about who Her Majesty the Queen can reveal herself to and what performances she's prepared for?

"It's Raina anyway! Sheila, I don't know!

With Raina holding Mariage's arm in her arms, she tongues out at Sheila. Mariage was cramping her mouth corner into a bitter laugh. The die also has to laugh.

Raina's age should still be around ten when she inherits her father's trail. I guess Sheila is the one who's been supporting that girlfriend. They're more like sisters than subordinates. Though I think we could get a little more in shape for this one we met.

"You're close."

To Die's point, no, Rayna immediately denies it.

"Sheila has been an admirer since Raina was so tiny and cute. It's so loud."

"If Lady Raina had only grown up a little more, I wouldn't have to keep my mouth shut."

"Die... I told you this girl was so cute about herself..."

"It's true...... Sheila has a strong sense of intimacy."

"... hey, what do you mean?

"That's right. Hey, Master Mariage! Who does what at the dinner party?

Raina pulls back hard on Mariage's arm, which had escaped to the side of the die. Yeah, and Mariage, who groaned low, looked up at Raina to resent her.

"Supper party?

"Dear Mariage, I think you mean the dinner party performance"

It is customary to facilitate spectacles in return for a welcome when a dinner party is held prior to a visit. Prior to the collapse of Maisemble, Del Ligueiria also deserved the name of the country of arts and crafts and said she wanted to lead a large orchestra or troupe to diplomacy.

Although not limited to Del Ligueiria, we now tend to reduce the number of personnel involved in the deterioration of security. But simplifying the performance was supposed to prepare something to enjoy the human eye.

"The singer? Or a sorcerer? I wonder what Rayna should prepare for."

"I'm sorry, Mayor Lugrois, but we can't have the kind of taste you imagine."

Uh, and suddenly Mariage pushes Rayna's body back hard. And running away, she pushed the die toward Rayna, who would shake her neck.

"Instead, this child will"

Rayna and Sheila's astonishing gaze pierces the die.

"This girl... but"

Even though I have a national chapter, and Raina's crease moves.

But mariage declares her suspicions.

"That's right. Die will. Let's have fun with all the Lugrois who welcome us."

Die sighed and stretched out a loving laugh.