The Queen’s Cosmetician

The curtain of the faded hem flaking heavenly velvet opens and the feet appear lightly, a strange bard.

Rainbow feathers that inherit all the colors of the world and laze on all sides at the top of your head. It's a beard that will sting your eyes. If you don't have the wax of your hand, it's a clown and a misguided trick. The man did, the woman frowned, the child laughed, and the baby cried in fright.

"Come on, come on, stand by"

The bard claws the biwa and turns his red-brushed lips into a three-day moon. All his voice shook a man's harp line, like a saint.

"Tonight, I am the legend of the gods."

Something of one Virgin and one knight who follows her.

The poet's singing voice must be heard before he ends his reign.

Die concentrated on makeup.

The girl, who plays the role of Virgin Cynthia, said she has been around Clan Hive for a long time. The skin is often baked and dry. To put the colour powder on the skin well, apply only one drop of laurel fruit oil after the skin has been rectified with filtered water.

After evenly extending the colour powder close to the skin tone of the vegetables, the eyes were coloured with dark green so that the stage appeared. When the light comes in, it develops slightly yellowish. Edge around the eyes with ink before frowning. Pour dark red for creeping and brick on cheeks, respectively. Brush one bright white powder on your nose muscle to give it a 3D feel.

Luna shows her face in the dressing room.

"Die, are you ready?

"Almost."

Die responded while checking the makeup performance. At the beginning of the year, you asma a similar interaction at the homecoming whorehouse, in retrospect.

Knit three hairs on each ear, wrap them coronally around the head and fasten them with a wire. If you end up wearing a spawn cloth edged with watermark knitting like a Virgin, it's done.

"Fine. Please go."

"Thanks, Die"

The girl mumbled with a noise on Die's cheek as she recited her apology. Even with the two actors who were finishing their makeup and dressing earlier, they leave the room in light footsteps. Die rubbed his cheeks in the palm of his hand as he bent his crease.

"Oh... I painted it red, but I can take it."

"Oh, the problem. Is that it?

"Huh? Is there anything else?

Die asked Luuna back her hand picking up her undressed clothes and stopping her with a surprised face. but Luna throws half an eye at the ceiling without responding to the die.

Well, you're used to it, Sukikoma...? And, leaving her begun to snap and whine, Die wiped the red on his hand with a hand towel and applied it to get rid of his cosmetic tools.

The cosmetic bag that fell into the river with the die was recovered by Alvina, he said. By the magic of "Retention" that was applied to her, or she returned to hand without any noticeable damage. Thanks to the high degree of sealing, the tools that were stored were also safe. Nevertheless, some vials have seen cracks and chips, and several colored powders embedded in the color plates are shattered.

Still, it's a lot different to have a mind if you have work tools. Die stroked the surface of a dark candy bag.

- There are no roadblocks to go to town to get in touch with all the visiting teams that have broken up.

Die laughed because Mariage was such a sad face. And I was immediately slapped.

Dies who fell into the river did not carry the kind of money. Only Mariage wore ornaments in lieu of money, but that also disappeared into the cost of borrowing such things as the Dies' dressing and private houses. Today, the Dies are brilliantly unspoken.

Three people were launched on the bank of the river for ten days. The reason I can spend my days somehow is because I have the help of a piece of street art.

They only stay in this village for a month and perform various acts on a daily basis. With that help, when I took the dies to the town in a carriage when I left the village, one of the chiefs made a commitment. That is why Die is caged in a playhouse and serves to help the actors in their discipline.

Runah and I leave the playhouse that we cleaned up easily. Luna said in a way she felt as she walked to the dining room to pick up her late lunch.

"Again, I think Die's makeup is hilarious"

"Interesting, is it?

Die looked up at Luna beside him wondering. Neither praise nor neglect. I had never felt like her before.

"Yeah. What is it? It looks like he paints the colors with magic. It's so 3D. I use a lot of colors. Yet it all seems to know what color it will come out of.... Where did you study makeup? Is that what all Del Ligueiria's makeup looks like?

"The makeup, uh... the basics were taught by the same industry's predecessors. When it comes to whether this is Del Ligueiria flow...... I wonder. I don't know. I think it's my father's influence to use a lot of colors."

"Painter!? The painter is the one who's having dinner in a painting!?

"Right."

"Heh, that's amazing. I thought it would be nice for Die to have dinner in a painting."

"Oh, no."

"But is that so? Even though you're still young, Maria's one of yours, she's in charge. It's a good place to go."

Yeah, yeah, and Luna is convinced by one. Die dared to leave her misunderstanding alone. I have trouble getting my qualities searched for by putting in bad corrections.

The truth is that you were born in a backtown flower district.

(Other countries. So if a painter is a profession, does that make him quite a family member?

Perhaps if you think about it carefully. You need to align the picture materials to paint. But that would be impossible for a completely untouched human being.

I've never cared about my father's qualities or anything...

"What kind of painting was Die's father?

"Hmm... I've never seen that much either"

"Oh, really?

"Yep. There are no numbers left."

Because my mother burned it.

My chest hurts when I think of her. Die replied, secretly surprised by the fact that he had forgotten about it.

"From what I've heard, it looks like she was painting the Virgin or something"

There are two paintings owned by Die. One is a portrait of a die that was a mother and a baby. The other is a religious painting of the Virgin and Knight, which had been donated to the castle. The latter was given when the die became "with the national seal". Instead of paying in advance for the reward. However, I was hesitant to put it in my room, so it still remains decorated in the corner of the hallway.

"The painting of the Virgin... Is Die familiar with the Virgin's heritage?

"I've heard of famous places at rallies. I don't know enough about it... Can I help you?

"Yeah.... see, you're still playing the Virgin's play today. Did you read the script?

"No."

I hear stories to decide on makeup. But I haven't even loaded the script.

Luna grinned.

"If you have dinner, you should take a peek. Because it's a very interesting play."

Healing blessings from the Lord God, daughter, Cynthia. Later, he was welcomed as the Virgin by Scarlett, the Duchy of Demons, and the country became the cornerstone of the reign of the continent.

A time of confusion closer to the Divine Age. She said she continued to treat the wounded and sick, turning the battlefield of the continent upside down and not separating enemy allies.

People attracted by the Virgin's miracle and character eventually form a single battalion.

The Virgin and Arnold Toan, the swordsman who was her escort and lover, led that battalion for a long time in the days of running to the peace of the continent - ….

"Arnold, I wonder if what I've done was wrong!? I can't believe you hated me so much...!

As the die turned to the audience after lunch, the stage was about to plug into a good environment. Many of the villagers gather at the theatre, which was renovated in a hurry, all eagerly watching the play.

"King Heimdall...... You've done us so well, you're coming after us to the end of the earth."

If the memory is certain, at the end of the journey Cynthia was badly hated by one king who saved her from the abyss of death and was to be caught up. Cynthia healed the king, who was an enemy to him.

"The Loss of the Log Lake Front," a famous theory called. I have also heard Die in the chapel at a young age.

Look, and the girl as the Virgin screamed.

"The lake is bright red. It's as if the sunset has fallen.... a lot of people took weapons to protect me and so much innocent blood was shed. The people I healed. I shouldn't have brought them..."

Log Lake that it was located in the middle of the continent. Many died as Cynthia's shield in that lake, which now no longer exists. The script depicts it as a spear and sword sword play, but it was actually a massacre by witchcraft. It was a time when everyone could handle a lot of magic like breathing. I think it is now that I know Alvina that an unimaginable technique was used.

Die found the magician in the corner of the guest seat.

Alvina takes on a single chore, just like Die. I should have been working on fixing props this morning.

"Alvi......"

Die rushed over to Alvina and stopped.

The side of the sorcerer leaning against the wall as he stood and watching the play with his arms together was as serious as it was scary. So much so that I hesitate to speak up.

In the end, Alvina noticed the die better and smiled with the invitation.

"Oh, Die. Good day. Is it okay if I come over?

"I'm taking a break. Luna told me if I came to see you because you were funny... And Alvey?"

Yeah, and Alvina takes the stage as she sees it. Her eyes were crushing after the actors' movements.

Die asked looking for Alvina.

"Interesting? Play."

"Don't be a fool."

Alvina points to the stage on a die lined directly next to it. Die saw the play again. The crying Virgin's act is imminent. Sobbing is leaking from the audience.

The Virgin was fisting the battalion's flag. A wild rose crest indicating it was her squad was stitched in red fabric with white thread.

Fuji remembered his pre-sightedness, and Die frowned.

Cynthia, stop.

Arnold treats Cynthia gently.

"We shouldn't pack that crest. It's a demeaning act of pride in the lives scattered for you."

"I know. I know, Arnold. But it's heavy. This crest is so heavy..."

Because the symbol became the very life of those who admired the Virgin.

"Then I shall bear this crest on your behalf."

Arnold wore the flag on his back. The wild rose of the crest swoops wide.

Die was squeaking unintentionally as he held his arm.

"Perhaps the origins of the National Seal..."

"Maybe it's about this Log Lake thing... I just realized that too."

Alvina gives her consent to Die's speculation.

"Hey, Die"

And she went on to say the words.

"That flag hey...... Sure enough, the wild roses were embroidered with white thread at first. Anyway, it hardly ever washes, so it was stained with blood and mud, and the cloth and thread were always red and black."

"... Huh?

"... you think so. Die, too. He said it wasn't pretty that way."

Hey, and I showed laughing Alvina that the die was unanimous.

"Right......"

(I don't know...)

Die grips his chest and singles in his chest.

(... like I've seen, that was a way of saying it...)

"Speaking of which, Die. The play's fine, but you went to Maria's?

"Huh? No..."

If the play comes off, I have to help remove makeup and change clothes. I didn't stop under the mariage because I was going to go right back to the dressing room.

Alvina laughs like a prank and says.

"If you can afford it, shouldn't I show you my face at all? I'm not used to exploding like this."

"Hmmm......"

As Alvina points out, you should see how your master is doing. But -...

Die looked up at Alvina.

The sorcerer smiles back as usual. I can't see anything unusual going on.

"Oh, yeah."

Die shrugged his shoulders and agreed with Alvina.

"Shall we go before you have a seizure?"

"Yes, yes. Come on, Die."

Alvina waves flirtatiously. Die also waved back his hand and turned back his heel.

I only look back at the magician once more before I leave the assembly area.

She was back watching the play with her arms together, her eyes narrowed so that she could see the distance.

One nostalgia of peace disappears from a woman alone in the dim that avoids the light of the window.

Every day unconscious ends emerge.

I always felt one day - sanctity.

"Right. I'm sorry I'm so weak."

Stand up as the Virgin holds the knight's hand on stage.

"I will fight to the end...... Peace be upon this dark earth."

(Ahhh... right)

Die understood to the lid.

She looks like the Virgin.

This mysterious sorcerer possessed the shadow of a worn stone statue over the years, seen everywhere under his country's castle.

"... although he also said so"

There is nothing left to hear the monologue about. The audience is watching the play as it enters its end. These things are great entertainment for a deserted country.

"It's so funny different..."

My compatriots in the north mourn in their booze seats.

The truth is told by twisting.

The winner at the time - or the masses.

Or both.

The hopes of the various are mixed together and history is born and passed down.

Amazing would still be the point where things at the time climb to the edge of a person's mouth. Even if there were many falsehoods.

- Even myself, my memories were fading back then.

Still.

The lake, stained with literal blood, and the oblique light that cuts through its surface are still burning brightly in the back of the brain.

A dark night filled with the smell of iron and meat is melted into the light.

The few smokes that stand up brighten the mica of dust.

The luminous light of dawn reveals the contours of carburized and folded meat masses.

"So... I told you not to."

You're gonna be poking me in the knee before what used to be a person. I said to the dripping girl myself.

'No matter how much power you have, what happens when you swing it cheaply... So don't do it.'

The girl is clearly in tears. Shizukuishi like a grain of gemstone slides red and black dirty cheeks down next with charcoal and blood.

"But You Didn't Stop"

I made a fist out of a hand the girl poked at the ground.

Claw marks, while leaving them on the ashes.

'... no more. Now it's time to end it. Let's go back to the wild forest. "

Serve as an understudy until most of it cools down.

Girls alone live peacefully in their homeland.

But she shook her head loose.

'... I can't... I can't...'

The girl repeated, like dementia.

I can't.

I can't stop.

After all this sacrifice.

'... I can't live like I used to. I can't stop until we all get what we want...'

A girl hugs the flag, whispering and crying.

A flag whose unspeakable wreckage preceded her, during that death, swept her life and folded in the art of protection.

That's what protected the girl.

"Okay."

And I nodded.

Pull the burnt flag off the girl's arm. The girl turns her surprise eyes this way.

'... don't get me wrong, Cynthia'

Speak gently in an effort to the girl with swollen eyes.

"Aren't you alone?... I'm here. '

Ever.

Keep it up.

'All you have to do is keep healing. I'll carry this weight on your behalf'

The wind blew and the flag fluttered wide.

Depending on the way you looked at it, it would have looked like you were wearing a flag.

The girl breathed - groaned.

"Sister......"

Far away.

I don't think that vow drove her into a tragedy now.