The Queen’s Cosmetician

"So hey, Die, hey, you're not complimenting Rayna's skin so much"

And your hair. Hey, you said it was clean, and then hey.

And to Raina, who talks extensively about how Die was doing this morning, Mariage continued to hammer, fed up with her heart. It was a mistake in the first place to ask what it was like to take care of a die because of the topic.

If Sheila was present, she must have flattered her husband. But she's taking turns off the field with another Kingsguard, and the young soldier with the face she sees for the first time is holding back Reyna's diagonal back without moving a single expression. Apparently he's not allowed to speak, unlike Sheila.

Like Raina's guards, Assé doesn't give Mariage a help boat. He's a careless man. Mariage glanced at the man standing beside her.

Assé is pointing towards the day after tomorrow. I blamed him and stopped. Apparently he's not running from Mariage's gaze.

"What's going on? Ass."

"Oh, no..."

Assé, who was watching the cliffs across the river, shook his head as he turned to Mariage.

"Excuse me. On the cliff... see something"

"Where?

"Over there."

Mariage turned to the direction suggested by Assé.

The deck was already covered in an umbrella of sunset, and the lamp was lit with fire. But that light does not rely on illuminating the banks of the river. It took a little time to find discomfort on the black-filled shoreline.

"Is that... a house?

Huge rocks sticking out of the wall. An artificial shape organized like a hexagonal crystal growing from pebbles.

Orange light was leaking from the small window and the thought hole.

"Oh, I don't like it."

Raina groaned uncomfortably.

"You have someone living in that place again.... I need to clean it."

Mariage peeled her eyes and looked back at Raina's story.

"Is cleaning not the only one living there?

"It is not the citizens of Lugrois who are there. You're saying you shouldn't live there, but you build your own house, so it's like a bug, right?

"What the hell kind of people live there?

"I don't know what the traits are. But you go in on your own, you build a house on your own. Somebody, Sheila... no. Yeah."

Let the boy Raina held back in the corner of the building deck keep a trust for the consul and run to the cabin. The contents of the instructions I heard leaking were exactly what I was trying to get rid of pests.

Mariage took control of the assay trying to recruit something while stretching her face. Ask Raina on his behalf.

"Is that... not a refugee from the west? Don't you accept the city of Lugrois?

"Accept?"

Rayna grinned as she asked the parrot back.

"Does that mean we can get into the city? If you do that, the city won't be safe anymore."

"Outside the city? Trying to make a new city outside the walls..."

"Dear Mariage, Lugrois is a city in Clan Hive. You can't have more towns in your territory on your own."

"But I just kicked them out and they'll be back as many times as they want. That's how they attack the old towns and villages."

"I'm not gonna let anybody in."

"How? Soldiers are limited, even as they are alarmed. In contrast, the number of displaced persons rises to the right shoulder. I won't be able to deal with it one day."

The fate of the refugees lies in their numbers.

Mariage inspected the town decayed by their influx at the end of last year. Some of the towns had quite strong exterior walls. Naturally there was also a town that rejected the hungry travellers. Still, they became thugs, and they were worried about the robbery. The bulging group climbed through the walls using each other's shoulders as ladders, on the one hand becoming a rock-like mass and breaking through the gates. The vigilantes were just overwhelmed and finished.

The town that opened its gates still has more left.

Accepting the refugees, however, does not translate into a stifling devastation.

Like a ship with too many passengers sinking with loads.

Mariage even came to Clan Hive to find someone to explore the way to deal with it together.

"I know how hard it is to get a bunch of bugs together."

Raina smiled as she was listening to Mariage.

"But, Master Mariage. Wouldn't it be better to destroy it before we gather?"

"... what?

Now it was Mariage's turn to rebut Raina's statement.

"Has Master Mariage ever seen an ant's nest?

"Ants?... but"

Mariage responded, bewildered by the abrupt shift in topic.

Rayna explains in a gloomy way.

"In Lugrois, the ants will be right up in our house. But I can't help but kill one at a time...... So go after the ants, find the nest, pour in the molten iron. Then when you find the ants, you must find the nest and crush it. You don't have to wait anywhere until the ants fill us with holes."

Don't you think it's the same, and Raina asks Mariage.

"Will the displaced be unable to deal with it because it will gather? It's not, to some extent, you wait until you get together, or you look for a nest hole, and you get rid of it all.... you'll be gone soon."

Neither affirmation nor denial could return the mariage.

I can't even feel the slightest dust in Raina's words. Raina truly thinks that those who offend herself are the same as bugs. Serenesty still feels more humane.

Mariage solitary as she rinsed the fan pattern on her lap.

This is it.

Accompanying Rayna, an actor intoxicated by acting. Unique thinness.

It was also felt from the dittrout before I met Die - this is why I couldn't help but question Raina if she was welcomed.

"... the hungry do not know what they will do. Even if you're alone, some of you will go up the outer walls in madness and eat from within."

"So you want me to give you charity?... Mariaj is sweet."

Rayna nodded heavily in an impressive manner, poking her elbow over the round table and riding herself.

And slowly narrow those eyes and ask Mariage.

"Hey, Mariage."

Rayna's voice sounded and sounded as if she were mesmerizing or teaching.

"Really, if you want Rayna to help you, don't you think you should ask her properly? Please separate water from food. Lend me a place to live. I'll do the best I can for Rayna."

Rayna grinned.

"But those kids scream for help without giving anything away. Because I'm in pain. Because I'm weak.... I don't have anything, so I think I can invade someone else's realm. I think I should take it away from the one who has what's missing. That's a natural right."

Rayna was smiling unchanged, but her eyes had a sword swallow like a sharpened blade.

"Dear Mariage, Laina doesn't like fools. If you're just gonna flock to them, it's gonna be like a bug, right?... Even Rayna is crazy about dying and protecting Lugrova. If we're going to ravage it, we're not going to condone it."

You won't add palms to a worm that devours wheat. Same as that.

Mariage swallowed her spit and looked to Raina.

I didn't think my daughter, this same age as myself, continued to take the seat of peace and mayor.

But compared to Serenesty, it didn't even look like a decoration that just took over my late father's turf.

But if Raina is truly incompetent, she has been in the mayor's seat for seven years. More than anyone else, Mariage herself has stained herself and knows. Maisemble has been doomed for over a decade. How difficult it is to maintain peace and security in today's world of confusion.

"I..."

(Was it sweet?)

I tried to get help everywhere. That seemed best. I'm sure it's not wrong. Although.

(I cannot offer anything in return)

Raina can be said to be dealing with refugees in a different way with Mariage. Mariage can't show the profits of just daring to convert that into another policy.

but you can't just go home with your bare hands.

"... what can I do to agree with my thoughts? Mayor Lugrois"

I was the one who interrupted Serenesty when I asked him to try to protect Delligeria.

"You're supporting the displaced. Hmmm......"

Show Rayna the bare gesture she envisions by pushing one finger against her lips. Often, yes, Rayna let her eyes shine.

"Why don't you give Raina a die?"

It took a while to get back from the suspension of thought.

"............ what?

"It's a die. Rayna, I really liked Die. Yes. If Mariaj says she wants to bring Die to Raina, Raina will do everything she can to help Mariaj. Hey, Dear Mariage. Why don't you give me a die?

"It's... I can't"

Mariage broke off even remembering her anger.

"I can't give that to anyone. It's mine."

That man in Perfilia is the only one who uses color on that makeup artist is enough. How can she attract such a cheeky trader?

"I know."

Rayna said.

"Because I'm giving you a national chapter. Only then will we know that Master Mariage and Die are bound together in a strong bond.... please don't be angry, Dear Mariage"

"Let's make a joke too much"

"I'm sorry."

Raina gently hit Kashiwaki as she tongued her way out of the way.

"Let's talk about this nasty story. Raina, I'm tired."

Besides, she shows Mariage in the palm of her hand as she looks up to heaven.

"It's about time you saw the fairy light."

When the die opened the door to the hallway after consulting with the costume, it had already begun.

The hallway was still dim when Die visited the room where he was about to quit.

The sun falls, and the moonlight is prevented by the canyon from reaching aboard. Unlike decks, thin passages do not find permanent lamps, to the extent that, instead, foot lamps lining the lower parts of the walls barely illuminate the contours of objects. Outside the window was a dark color that even made you feel viscous.

The appearance was changing.

There's light all over the hallway, as if you lit hundreds of candles.

Cheered from behind the stifling die.

"It's fairy light!

Those who remained push the dies away one after the other, jumping out of the room and sticking them in the window. Die also took a few steps with his cosmetic bag in his hand and followed behind them.

Phosphorescence is leaping across the window.

One light draws a circle on the universe. Another light chases it away. Draw a circle simultaneously. Brightly extinguishes. I wonder if I've formed a chunk, scattering all the time... as if every single light is playing with will.

(This is the fairy light)

Die exhaled in admiration.

The phosphorescent light seen when the magic is activated is pale green, but the fairy light has a different color for each grain. If you pay close attention, there was a silver hanging in all the colors, which became a strange retreat that could not be gained and filled the outside of the ship.

"Dear Die,"

The die called upon by the pretense raised his face and searched for the Lord of his voice.

"Mr. Sheila?

A woman working Raina's security is standing at a bend slightly away from the die's position.

Sheila smiled at Die's response and slowly walked over.

"You came here"

"Excuse me. I was just going to ask the mariages."

"You don't have to hurry. Lady Raina and Her Majesty will see the fairy light on the deck of the building. You'll be a little further back in your room."

"Really?

Sheila consented and saw the window and the crowd before it.

"It's not the same as the magic phosphorescent again, is it? Did you like it?

"Yes."

"Good.... Would you like to move to a different location, if you don't mind? This place will be full of them."

"Right."

Everybody's not going to give up that place with a stick in the window. Die smiled bitterly and agreed with Sheila.

This way, and Sheila quickly turned herself in and quickly went ahead. Die rushed after her with a cosmetic bag in his hand.

The boat made Die feel bigger than he could have imagined when he had to walk. Thick carpeted hallways and stairs. Numerous cabins of different sizes. Kitchen, bathroom, warehouse. There is even a hall the size of which holds dinner parties.

The main motive force is the magic circuit. Sail, he said, is an aid. Until hundreds of years ago, these ships travelled hundreds of times around the Lugrova River. Now it's less than five fingers.

Fairy light is a remnant of a massive exercise of witchcraft, Alvina said.

Then perhaps the light surrounding this ship is like the remnants of the former glory.

"Dear Die, this way"

Sheila stopped at the lid and opened the door. It does not follow the cabin. It's the riverside door.

"Mr. Sheila?

"You can often see it coming from here. Go ahead."

Die peered in surprise across the door Sheila indicated. Is it a watchtower? I can see the narrow terrace with the columns dry.

Sheila stepped on the floor of the terrace first as the die hesitated.

"Give me your hand. It's dangerous, on the railing."

"Ah...... yes"

Halfway through it, the die knocked over the door.

Although I can feel the room because the die is small, the floor area was narrow that if two adults were allowed in, it would be better. Slightly near-sounding river sounds drive the high and low feeling of the die crazy.

The river surface that spreads at your feet must twirl black if it is meant to be, and even let those who stand here fear you.

But now it has a soft light ink color, including microlight.

A number of grains of light were spewed out into the universe like bubbles from the shadows shaking on the water. One of them plunders the flutter, and the cheek of the die.

Die exhaled with a strong grip on the railing led by Sheila.

"Wow."

A tremendous number of rainbow grains fill the universe.

The twinkle is mirrored by water.

The golden lights spilling from the ship's lights add even more fun by painting a marinara print on the water.

Everything in space is filled with light, not just heaven and earth.

It's like you're swimming through a nebula.

Fantastic, sight.

The light winds up in an airflow, dancing around in the universe, and falling again into the earth. Die looked at the petals in that sight, which was repeated several times.

White and red.

It blows up into the blue sky and falls all over the ground.

Next door - …….

"Dear Die,"

Sheila said as she pointed in the direction of the ship's progress.

"The light you see in the lake is beautiful."

"Ah, ah..."

Turning out he was about to be imprisoned by a phantom, Die looks up at Sheila with relief.

"Is that more than that? It's still pretty enough."

"Yep. It seems to me that this is the place where the Lord God offers paradise."

"Really..."

Die smiled back at Sheila and turned back to the front.

Ringing his throat at at himself.

- I hoped we could see this daunting sight together.

Grasp one hand over the heart.

(Don't touch it, Deanna)

The sentiment pokes a gap where I forgot and sneaks up. Remembering the feeling of greasy sweat, Die wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Dear Die. I was wondering one thing..."

"What is it?

"The bird...... you're very dear. It doesn't work at all."

Sheila was watching Die's shoulder at some point. I gaze at that focus, and, oh, Die convinces me. I totally forgot there was a devil.

"I'm so used to people."

"Is it Master Mariage's bird?

"Yes. It's a special bird that bestows the throne of nobility, but it's missed while I look after it."

and explains to those who do not know the circumstances.

Die stuck his bird beak at his fingertips.

The wizard, feathering and moving over the columns, begins to follow the fairy light with his occasional black eyes. The texture, as well as the movement of the neck and beak, is authentic. If you don't touch it, you won't know it's a fake first.

"Dear Die,"

Sheila calls on Die to show some strange magic.

She was causing bitterness on her face, which even drifted somewhere harsh.

"... can't you come here and transfer your books?

"... nationality?

Die turned to Sheila and was aware of the door back on board - Sheila is in a closer position.

Sharpening his nerves, Die asked the red-haired woman.

"What does that mean?

"Would you like to move from Del Ligueiria to the city of Lugrois?"

Sheila even asks for a die that remembers dizziness.

"My Lord, you are the one who desires you."

"Don't joke"

"I can't joke about this."

Sheila gently brushed her self-derisive grin.

Die asks with a headache.

"You know where I stand, don't you?

"Of course it is. Closest squire to receive the greatest credibility from the King"

"Then why? I can only do makeup in the first place."

"That's what suited Lady Raina's glasses.... and your appearance."

Sheila begged the die with an unprecedented dark color in her eyes.

"Please understand everything. Would you mind transferring your domicile here? We'll have everything for you. status, wealth, whatever you want."

Die glanced back at Sheila.

Give me a moment and my anger erupts.

"I can't."

Die refused to return the blade.

"I am the makeup artist of Master Mariage. You can't move that, except for Your Majesty."

Sheila smiled.

I knew, but like I said.

Her hand stretches to a sword that hangs on her hips. The gain was not the usual long sword. I only have as much blade crossing as my forearm. Even this narrow terrace is long enough to swing through.

Die popped his skin and retreated half a step. My back hits the trunk.

Sheila's hand grabbed the sword pattern, surpassing the scream the die leaked.

The bird snorted sharply.