The Queen’s Cosmetician

- What the hell is wrong with Luna?

Die asked himself as he ran to a single carriage.

(Because of the topcoat?

As far as I can guess from Alvina's words,

That must be the reason for Luna's malaise. Nevertheless, Seyce's witchcraft only hung costumes and ornaments. Is it something that still breaks down like that?

I saw a dead minister in Luna's face.

Die felt her skin burst and hurried ahead.

The young man went to the renter to call for a single man. There was no such figure in the front carriage, and the children worked to organize the load. The girl who is injuring them is overseeing them alone.

Tell her the circumstances, scratch the bolts, and turn back to the assembly hall.

Luna's screams were echoing when she reached the dressing room.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Luna!"

Seyce is desperately pushing Luna away from her back on the bench as she opens her blood-running eyes.

"Die, did you borrow the glass?

Alvina looks back at the die that stood at her doorstep. Die shuddered and nodded, asking in an inverted voice.

"This is it.... What about Master Mariage?

"Maria asked me to go collect the charm stones."

"Give me the charm stone."

"Give me the scrapstone... Seyce, get out of the way."

Arvina can push Seyce away by raising a string of bolts from the die. The chirp mumbled something to chant.

"Make it rudimentary, simple, wise and foolish, creating four opposing colors, Mother. The Virgin's form is rare here."

(of sorcery, curse)

Die glanced at Alvina.

A common sorcerer casts a curse called a powerful word when exercising his technique. However, Alvina was always silent about how highly skilled she was to use it.

Bubbly demon phosphorescence springs from Alvina's hair. Light green light swings inside the room.

A little sorcery surrounded Alvina's hand holding the bold balls. They suck the algae misty out of Luna's body.

Gradually the colour of Luna's face pain began to soften.

Seyce's expression loosened to something that seemed appeased - it was a moment.

"Die, get away!

Alvina warns Die sharply. And not long after exhalation, the bold flies in her hand.

It's not easy.

It was an outburst.

"Alvey!"

Die jumped on Alvina poking her knee with a distressed look. Her right hand is stained bright red to her arms. A thin peach meat peeks in the narrow of a thousand sliced flying sleeves. It was so lost that it was covered in bloodshed that it gushed.

"Die, get away... 'cause it's okay"

"Is that why!

Die disputed with a trembling voice to Alvina. Haemostasis and disinfection should be performed as soon as possible.

No, then we won't make it. I could see only a few but even the bones.

"That's right, therapeutic sphere......!

"I can't do that. In the meantime, I've used my demons."

Seyce groans with a bitter voice at Die's flash.

"It takes time to accumulate demons"

"I'm really fine"

Alvina smiled as she seeped sweat in her forehead.

"So... I'm sorry, Mr. Seyce, could you get me some cloth?

"I'll have some hot water too."

"Die stay here"

Alvina pins down the waist-floating die. To the feeling of being grabbed by her wrist, Die felt something cold telling her back.

Because there was so much blood loss from Alvina's skin, not.

Palms that were deep enough to reveal bones.

It touched the die intact as if nothing had happened.

(... indeed...)

Until a moment ago, a few fingers were blown away. A bitter red colour dyeing the footsteps of the die tells the story of the depth of Alvina's wounds.

Yet - Alvina's arm regained its original appearance while she watched.

Bang, and the sound of the door closing behind him, Die looked as if it had been played. Seyce seemed to have left the room already.

Alvina said as she stood up releasing Die's wrist, paying off her three braided hair off her shoulders.

"Oh... I've got a crack in my eye. I knew I couldn't do it with the bolts."

Her thin fingers wave in space as she directs the strings. In conjunction with its graceful movements, the magic formation appeared scattered with phosphorescence.

It produces crystals with as many chicken eggs as the void waves. They fall on the floor as they make a blunt noise, continuing to stand.

Alvina laughed as she looked back at the stunned die.

When it was, the shady smile I saw in Mizweeri's mansion.

Alvina rang her fingers. Crystals float loosely around Luna.

Five in total. All clear, scab-free stones. They suck the dark green fog out of Luna, just like the bold balls on the verge of smashing and scattering.

"... arms, is...?

"I told you it was okay. … will heal soon."

Alvina responds to Die's solitary inquiry.

Die regained some calm and asked the sorcerer who would continue to treat Luna.

"Did you heal with magic?

"No, I'm not. I told you. It will heal."

"Cure..."

"No disease or wound makes sense to me. … even if they snap your neck, regeneration will be for a moment."

The broken toy will be fixed soon, but Alvina confesses with all the lightness she has to say.

Die was confused, just, groaned.

"Yep...?

"I'm sorry I made you feel scared.... don't you feel bad? Are you okay? Because the demon seal is broken, the demon concentration in this room, what's supposed to be up.... even if it's not, it's bloody"

Alvina gets used to her nose and takes a glimpse of the blood spread all over the floor.

Slightly put aside, they left a small amount and scratched off.

"That's it.... If you don't leave a little blood behind, Seyce, when you come back, it's crazy, I knew it."

"Alvey is."

I was amazingly loud myself, and it was that backward voice.

Alvina looks at the die. Behind her is the crystal soothing Luna as she scatters phosphorescence.

The room with one light is dim. Alvina's white side floats to me in it.

I recognize that look with a smile on my mouth.

I also thought the other day.

To the Virgin, similar......

A chapel dotted in the city, inside the Cathedral of the Royal Castle.

Virgin Cynthia accepts people's faith.

"Is Alvey... who, is he?

Die squeezed out his voice and asked.

Alvina smiles bitterly.

"I see who you associate with.... but off"

Alvina said, I'm not a jerk.

"... I am... a bystander of the world"

Or, and, closing her eyelids, she whispers.

"The Sleepless Dead is called..."

"... Nemura, Shh"

Alvina agreed with the rebellious die.

"That there is no death. I'm not old either. The perfect immortal."

"Do you mean Ogami?

The only thing that does not have the concept of death or aging should be a god in the land of Maboba.

The question that came out of Die's mouth was like a baby.

Alvina squirts with her belly around her eyes properly.

"Ha-ha-ha! I've never been told that before! Kamisama! hahahahaha!!

To that overly grand laugh, Die accidentally pointing his mouth.

"Don't you have to laugh so much...... You're not?

"No, I'm not.... a land that is now Delligeria, created from the birth of one woman, just a human being. I was... cursed."

It will be immortal, a curse.

I'm about to smile if anyone but Alvina told me it was a joke.

But only because of her confession, Die was taken honestly.

Alvina grins bitterly and shrugs her shoulders at the silent die.

"You don't have to believe me. There's no clapping."

"No, I believe you. I just wondered why you taught me that."

You could have misled me. Alvina's secrecy did not begin now in the first place.

"Die had a favor to ask.... just fine."

Alvina, who closed one eye and laughed, put one hand up in front of her chest. Immediately a tiny pot appears in the universe and falls into its hands.

It's a barbecue pot that fits right in the palm of your hand. The leather cloth blocking his mouth was embroidered with magical geometry literature, emitting a pale light.

As the die picked up the pot offered and observed, Alvina was also finished with all the thin brushes. I'm not even willing to ask you where you took them from anymore.

"Dies are used to coloring and drawing on one body, aren't they? … so I want you to draw something on my body."

"Fine...... It's not my specialty to paint on the body, is it?

The technique of drawing flowers, virgins, etc. on the skin is another thing from makeup.

"What you want me to draw isn't a painting. It's a curse."

Alvina's finger gently poked between the die's brows. Immediately, a tattoo emerges in the back of the die's brain as if it had been carved immediately.

"I do the exercise, but I really need someone's hand to paint this on my body."

"Ok...... But this is... what's the curse?

"The Magic Seal," a technique called. Restrict your magic... it's like a restraint. Is it easy to understand? "

"... do you bother to limit the demon?

Magic is essential for handling advanced sorcery. The higher it is, the better.

In response to the die, Alvina brushed her self mockery, thoughts and grins.

"In my case, I can't live with you guys without restricting it. My demons will affect everything."

Weather and temperature, for example. Sometimes out-of-season thunderstorms and wind and snow can cause people to soar to temperatures that they can't survive, and vice versa.

"Not only that, of course, but there's a good chance that the tools that carved the ritual and the charm stones will become useless."

"Even the charm stone? That's troubling."

"Isn't it?... the demon seal was broken under the influence of earlier. You can't just go where you're always asking, can you? You mustn't throw the dies out."

"That's true... but I don't have any witchcraft talent at all. That demon seal, sounds like a very important sorcery, but is it something I can help with?

"We'll figure it out. Something that doesn't involve having to call back in a hurry, even if it's incomplete.... Die will be fine. You're always repainting people."

"What I'm doing is not just makeup, it's not magic."

Die sighed. I can't help disputing this any more. Because Alvina is a good diet.

Alvina takes off her top clothes with her back to the die and scratches her limp.

Die breathed unexpectedly. On a surprisingly smooth, white-skinned alvina, a vanishing red and black print crept up like a snake.

(This is... "The Demon Seal")

It's disastrous to see. To be honest, I don't want to look directly at it. Let the die have an indescribable sense of compression.

Alvina looks back at the die that was solidifying while holding the kettle and brush.

"... you think you can?

To Alvina's inquiry, Die takes a deep breath and affirms.

"I will"

Die carefully placed the kettle on the floor. Remove the cloth covering its mouth and peek inside. Inside the kettle is a shimmering ink. The colour was difficult to discern, but the wave-beating surface looked fine and brilliant, taking in the slightest light.

Die folded back his disturbing cuffs and took the brush.

I plug the end of it into the pot and stop my hand at the idea of being fuzzy.

Die asks Alvina, who stares back in wonder, arrows early.

"Alvey's not going anywhere, is he? You didn't suddenly disappear because you taught me that you were immortal, did you? He's at our place, isn't he?

"I'm not going to disappear all of a sudden at the moment.... Why?

"No...... It's just confirmation."

When he exposed the identity he had hidden, "The Man" set himself apart as a die.

I was just wondering what Alvina would do.

"Should I not be here?

"That's not true! If you don't stay, I'm in trouble!

Die denied Alvina's inquiry to the best of his ability.

"I'm so sorry that I've always been consulted a lot, but Alvey is the only person in the castle who has known me since Mizwilli, and even Master Mariage relies so much on Alvey. When Alvey's gone."

Upper floor of Mizweeri's servant building. Reminds me of a cancer room.

"... I miss you so much..."

I don't want to hold on to loneliness anymore if I can do it then.

I laughed at the silent die that Alvina would be fine.

"I'm not planning on leaving for the time being. Don't worry - for now, will you draw a curse? Restricting access to a room will have limits."

Apparently, Alvina tied the line in the room to keep the returning Seyces out of the room.

"Die."

The die, who was hastily pulling the brush out of the ink pot and checking the colour on the back of his hand with habit, raised his face to Alvina's call.

"... thanks"

The smudged Alvina acknowledgement sounded like a thank you for something else, not just for her cooperation with the surgery.

"Demonic Madness"?

"That's right. It's the effect of accumulating too much demons in your body. I suggest you avoid relying on witchcraft as much as possible."

Moving from the village where they were staying to the neighboring town, the die waited at the Commercial Association of Petitions to arrange carriages, etc.

The place passed by the clerk who saw Alvina's registration slip is the upstairs stuffing. In a simple room with only six legs of chairs lined up around a long table, although dust and dust reign in the universe, it calms down more than the downstairs waiting for people to come and go frequently.

Already separated from one of the boulevards, Luna and the others, Alvina began advising Luna and the others with a slightly harsher voice.

"Is it because of the previous coating that I became?

"With Soyuko. So if you have to paint it regularly, it's hard to get Seyce to pull out the demon."

And, Alvina pressed Luna, mouthing on the tea vessel she gracefully took away.

Luna compares Alvina to Mariage, and Die's face to Hiragana's. Next to it Seyce was silent with a difficult face.

Die sighed.

(... at least a word of thanks, I feel like it could be there)

Alvina said he helped Luna to thank the therapeutic ball that saved Die from injury. But today's advice is that she's going out of her way to get permission from Mariage - whether she believes in the content or not.

Die also didn't know until Alvina explained to him, but if he did the topcoating, treatment, etc. by magic, the demon would accumulate in his body, proportional to the total amount of demon he used at that time. It's like starch, Alvina said. If you accumulate too much, modulation will come to your body. Like when it's eroded by poison.

The magic itself is in decline. Demonic madness is not what it would be if you were careful. But Luna is being invaded by demonic madness in reality, and if she uses Seyce's magic all the time, she could fall in the future.

Die also agreed with Alvina about pointing that out. Because I owe it to you to help the dying die by falling into the Lugrova River. but it's not funny when you're silenced by Luna and Seyce with an amazing face.

I wish you would say a word of thanks in a light tone, like we just met.

My eyes are getting colder and colder looking at Luna in Mariage.

Die regretted that he should have broken up with the Lunas at the same time as one, whispering signs of his master's mood leaning.

(Yeah... why don't you come by the carriage soon...)

It's a carriage that Alvina held up with a road bank she pulled out of the association. We are supposed to use it to head to the city of Esmel once, where we are supposed to rendezvous with a pick up from the city of Lugrois.

I was contacted with the city of Lugrova through the association. Looks like Del Ligueiria's face is safe. Civilians received a voice rejoicing in the Queen's survival, and the Dies were heartily relieved.

"Um, Mr. Alvina?

Luna finally raised her voice.

"... thanks for everything"

"That's not what you're telling me. Wow. Maria, isn't that what you're supposed to say?

Mariage seemed to feel the same way as Die. My employer gave me permission to help you, and I say it the way I pushed you away. Mariage, on the other hand, did not seem to think she could be named, and shrugged her shoulders gently.

"I know what's causing my body to break, but I'm not telling you because I'm not awake."

Looks like Luna is finally determined. Turn your expression back to Mariage.

And first, an apology, when Luna almost opened her mouth.

Here, and there was a slight knock on the door.