The Queen’s Cosmetician

When I pressed my heavy eyelids up like I had packed sand, what went into my eyes was a twirling crystal.

It's a transparent spherical stone. It emits light on awkward silver. Behind it is a rocky ceiling with uneven sharpening marks. The reddish brown colour makes you feel warm.

Die took a breath and threw up. I feel a thirsty cloth. Moving his head to the side, the bright embroidery of the pillow's colored eyes - his eyes flashed, into view.

"... Huh?

Die observed the Lord of the Eyes with a groan. Hair the same color as chestnut eyes. It's a woman. She was in her mid-twenties.

She admitted that the die woke up. Or let go and put up a tall voice.

"Oh, I got it!? I got it! Hey, Seyce! I got it! I got it! Die, you're up!!

I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it. The man, who caught a glimpse over his shoulder, closed the book that was open and looked at the woman with a frightened voice.

"Luna. Cancer's Ear"

"Oh, I'm sorry!? Shut up!?

Of course, I want to affirm, but I don't have a voice. I'm thirsty and stuck.

As if I had read the heart of that die, at some point the man who had packed the distance, poured liquid into the pottery cup and knelt.

"Can you wake up?

"… can…"

"Good."

A man lowers his eyes to something that seems appeased to a die who squeezed his voice out with his hand against the mattress. Die stuck his breath. It was because the smiling man's eyes had the first shade to see.

Smoke crystal plated dark gray. I saw silver behind it. It's the color of mercury melted in the ink.

Your face is neat. Because of the scarce facial expression, the sculpted impression cannot be plucked. Skin is white as it falls out. It's also not as creepy as you might suspect to be one without the redness of your cheeks.

Silver hair, also visible in gray hair, is cut along the contours of the face. But it was hanging around, and that on the contrary was giving the man a cluttered human flavor.

The year is - I don't know. It looked the same age as a die, and it seemed pretty old.

"This, water"

Called Seyce by the woman, he offered a ceramic cup with his hand on the back of a die.

Die leaned his trembling hand toward his mouth with a ceramic cup. Warm water slips down your throat, exhaling or losing strength.

I fell over the pillow and couldn't get up anymore.

"Excuse me......"

"You could drink. Then I'll be fine."

"I'll get Maria and Alvina. Come on."

"Maria...?

I peeled my eyes at the friendly way I called it. Wait, and there's no voice to stop it. The woman left the door on a small run. The bright cloth that divides the room flickers, making her invisible in no time. It was quick.

"I'll be right back... with you"

"... you are"

"I'm Seyce."

And the man named himself. And I look back at the door where the woman disappeared.

"She's Luna. This is a village in southwestern Esmel territory of Klan Hive, near the estuary of the Lugrois river tributary. It was three days ago that I found you guys on the shore."

"... you guys..."

"You, Alvina and Miss Maria.... I wonder if there's anything else. I summed up what you two wanted to know."

"... are you two okay?

"Yeah. I'll be right there."

A rushing multiple footsteps approach from behind Seyce, who heads up to Die.

"Die!!

The head of the group that jumped into the room was Alvina. With her hands wide open, she stomps through the floor with a die on her head.

"Alvi Ifugu!

"Great! Wake up! What do you think? I wonder if there's anything wrong with that!?

"... it's annoying..."

Die appealed to Alvina as she was pressed against her face into the valley of her chest and stirred her head's hair. Oh no, laugh and Alvina releases her body from the die. Die lay on his back again and took a deep breath. I thought it would suffocate.

Mariage stands next to Alvina. Both of you, let's make this simple. Alvina comes down with a relaxed top that accompanies the heel of her legs. Mariage wears clothes like a farmer's daughter.

She squeaked with her hands on her hips.

"You haven't slept longer than me."

"... excuse me..."

"Pfft. Maria was so worried!

"Shut up, there."

Lutuna, who covers her chills with her hands and raises her mouth angle, jumps a little to the finger difference from the mariage. She hid behind Seyce when she made a mild laugh.

"... Um... you helped me...?

Seyce and Luna. These two.

But they shook their heads sideways.

"No. I'm the one who helped us. I'm the one who took care of us."

"I don't know..."

"You're a stream. We're stuck together on a journey, and I took care of the Dies from those guys. Oh, it's me, Luna. This is Seyce."

"Luna, I've already introduced myself."

"Uh, really? When?"

"Just now."

Responding pale to Luna's query, Seyce recovers the crystal that floats in the universe. In his hands the sphere lost its silver light. Intuitive - a substitute I've never seen, but that's a magic tool.

"I didn't thank you, Die."

Alvina told him by poking her hands at the bedroom and climbing herself out.

"He treated me."

"Chip......?

"Yep. with therapeutic beads.... really, it was dangerous. I was lucky. I have to thank you.... You don't have a magician who can use such magic today, do you?

Push one finger against Alvina's chills. They want silence from the die.

Alvina doesn't seem to have revealed to the Lunas that she is a sorcerer.

"It's the power of therapeutic beads. The cure is outside my door."

"Isn't it amazing what you can use?

"It's rarer to know a therapy bead than that."

"I saw it in Maisemble. Once upon a time."

"What, you've been to Maisemble?

"It used to be..."

"Hey, it's time to put the die to bed,"

Mariage coolly waters three people, Seyce, Luna and Alvina.

I glanced at the die that Seyce still couldn't lift her head off the pillow and nodded.

"Right."

"Ugh... Maria is worrying"

"You're saying it's loud..."

"Well, I'll report it to you."

Stretch like a cat and Alvina gently turns her heel back. It's a light step. Luna followed behind it. She waves flirtatiously and speaks brightly to the die, taking care of herself. Seyce, walking at the end, stopped in front of the door to the room.

"Room, darken it?

He was pointing to an open window. There is a chair next to it. It's from when he was reading a book.

Now that the person who was blocking the light is about to leave, it may be a little dazzling light to fall asleep.

However, it is now dark and it is difficult for Mariage.

Seyce turned to Mariage when she realized she couldn't get a response from the patrolling die.

"Miss Maria. You pull the shade screen if you have to."

Seyce said to Mariage, leaving the room without waiting for her acceptance.

Footsteps walking away.

She waited until she could lose one sign, and Mariage exhaled on her shoulder. He then bites off his lower lip and fades blue as he trembles.

Die understands.

Mariage was angry.

"Mariage..."

"Oh my..."

Separating trembling words, she slapped Die's head as hard as she could.

"Yikes... Yikes..."

"This is it as soon as you take your eyes off it! Ho ho ho ho, don't be kidnapped or attacked!

"... I didn't like anything else and I almost got kidnapped... How do you know...?

"The bird reacted, didn't it... If so, that's not why...!

Mostly, hey, and Mariage stepped on the community too.

"If you get attacked and cut through, stay safe until the end!

Not at all, exhale, and Mariage falls by the bunk.

Die tried to wake up his upper body from surprise and was frustrated. My body still didn't know what to say.

Mariage doesn't keep her face in a slight motion.

Her hands gripping the cloth are blue and white, and trembling.

Die reached out and held Mariage's fingertips. When her cold hands fought, but eventually loosened up to untie its strong tense.

Die laughed at his master.

"I'm so worried..."

Mariage wakes herself up with her mouth tipped. She groaned annoyingly as she put her hand untied from the die against her temples.

"Damn... this is the last time I want to rub my mind in your life or death"

"I'll do my best."

I don't want to suffer any more life-threatening situations myself.

Die sincerely apologized.

"... I'm so, so sorry... Are you hurt, Master Mariage?

"Nothing in particular.... abrasion or so"

I did see no noticeable trauma to the mariage. Rather, the outfit of her tiny town daughter had enhanced the life-like radiance she herself emitted, making her complexion look severe and healthy - although I don't deny the existence of the neighborhood under her eyes.

"Was Master Mariage immediately noticed?

"Right. Compared to you, I'll be right there."

And Mariage replied.

Mariage wow, she was on the sleeping table when she noticed it as well as a die. Half a day had passed since he was rescued on the banks of the river.

It was Alvina who woke up quicker than anyone else who treated the Dies. She asked for assistance from a group of street arts who discovered the Dies and also negotiated with the village elders to rent a room in a private house.

"Amazing, Alvey..."

Die exhaled in admiration.

"Speaking of which, how do you explain us? Alvey, I think you're hiding something magical..."

You can't even call yourself the queen of another country. Representing your identity in a land without allies is dangerous. I couldn't think of an appropriate relationship to describe three women who were different identities and positions.

"I am the daughter of a nobleman of Del Ligueiria. You're my servant. Alvina is a samurai."

Mariage replied in the end. Die turned a blind eye to surprise.

"Ah, you're staying..."

"Right.... It's why I fell into the river, but it's supposed to be a thief. I had business and I was on my way to the city of Lugrois, and I was attacked and I fell into the river"

"What kind of errand is it?

"I'm supposed to not know. I just traveled as I was told to by a snot-nosed raccoon who was partitioning the house on behalf of my dead father"

"Ah......"

There is nothing twisted in the setting.

Mariage was a nobleman of Delligeria before she was queen. It is also true that his father died and that “the man” had been cutting up houses for several years.

Except for Die and Alvina. Really, no lies. So unlikely to hit him as badly as he suspects.

Mariage is staring at the die.

I guess I'm watching your reactions to settings that remind you of the past.

Die laughed thinly and told Mariage.

"You play the role of my noble daughter, who knows nothing. You don't have to play it. Bye!

Ohn, and the dull shock shook him in the head with his fist. The die scratches his tongue, which almost bit him, and sinks into his pillow. I was beaten with my fist by crackles. Seriously, it hurts.

"… to the injured, do you want to behave violently without…"

"You have to say something extra."

Die heard Mariage snort angrily as he rubbed his head.

"By and large, what's wrong with you? There won't be any scratches."

"Well... looks intact..."

Die watched with both hands behind his back. Beautiful stuff to your fingertips. I don't see one cut.

"It's not like you were unharmed."

"... aren't you conflicted with what you're saying earlier?

"I didn't.... I said there shouldn't be any scratches anywhere now."

"... were you hurt? Me."

"I was. Slip your back."

I was wondering if he must have crashed into a rock in the river. Looks like the bone was damaged, too.

but that may also be natural. It fell into the rapids that swirled at the sinking of the ship. It's weirder to be intact.

Often, it's something that could have lived.

Mariage said she rubbed her mind on Die's life and death. It was the truth, the word was right. I felt like I had no choice but to get hit in the head.

Die unconsciously reached for his back. There is no pain or cramping in the back wrapped in clothes. I tried sliding my fingers under my clothes but the feeling of the skin conveyed was smooth.

"... Mr. Seyce, you cured me, didn't you...?

To Die's inquiry, Mariage affirms without hesitation.

"That's right."

"... such... a terrible wound...?

He was listening as he was when Alvina explained to him, but he's a hell of an arm mage, such as healing people's wounds if you think about it again.

I hear the magic of healing people's wounds has ceased. The magician was eradicated because the composition of the magic was too complicated.

"It doesn't look like we can use the magic of cure."

Mariage watered the thought of the die.

"You've been fooling around. It's a treasure that can be used for therapeutic magic."

"Is it not like a charm stone?

"I don't know. That's not true. It's healed, okay? For now. If you're curious, you can ask later."

"I will......"

Fortunately, my thoughts have become clearer as I speak with Mariage. It won't be long before I can put my strength into my body.

When I can get up, I have to thank Seyce and Luna, and one of the boulevards that I'm taking care of.

"... Speaking of which, Dear Mariage, do you know what's going on with your contact with Lugrois?

The Dies fell to the rapids in front of Rayna. Perhaps survival should be seen as desperate. We need to get in touch as soon as possible.

I was also concerned about the safety of the Yumas. The ship was about to sink. The die recounted the sailors swallowed by the black and vortexed water. There is no guarantee that neither have the Bangers of Del Ligueiria.

Besides, there was no certainty that the city of Lugrova - Raina - would protect a group from Del Ligueiria. She tried to do harm to the die. Because the result is now.

"I haven't contacted you. I can't."

"... what about Alvey's devil...?

Mariage shakes her neck to the side.

"They don't have anything nuclear. Even though there is silver to fly long distances, there is no proper one.... I hear the core of your demon has flowed into the river."

"Oh... bird, speaking of which, you don't see.... Can't you get silver here?

"I'm not going in.... you can wake up and go outside, but there's nothing in this village."

I moved my gaze out the window and Mariage shrugged.

"It's just the house and the assembly hall. If you want to get in touch with the city, they told you to go to the next town. They say it's a big town there... half a day in a carriage? I thought you said."

"Then why don't we go to that town...?

"I can't go."

Mariage exhales in irritation. Die shrunk himself in the futon.

"Excuse me......"

"It's not because of your injury. I'll tell you what."

"Is that different?

Die blinked when he was poked at the intention. I thought I couldn't move because I was in a coma.

Whom do they imitate - ten, eighty-nine, a prime minister who will keep him away in his country - but Mariage pokes his cheek wand and puts a bumpy look on his face after putting his legs together at all costs.

"Die, to us."

The queen confessed in a really serious way.

"There's nothing wrong with you."