The Queen’s Cosmetician

Blinking light emits directly beneath the crossing huge old trees.

The milky mist surrounding the trunks of the trees retreated. The demon's phosphorescence dances wildly, informing him of the activation of the ruins.

Thus the master appeared following the three subordinates.

"Ooh, ooh. You look a lot better."

Guzavier stroked his jaw and spoke to the king's lady. When she returns from an outing, she's a strangely infidel face this time to show how full she is, usually.

The pointed out king made the wrinkles of the root of his nose deeper and deeper, passing beside Guzavier early enough.

"Nothing."

"Well. It just seems like you should ask Seyce... no, you should ask the three of them."

The head of the magician regiment who was serving as queen, his deputy to the lead diplomat who headed to recall them. All three have a strange look on their faces.

"It's okay. More than that, what's the emergency requirement? I was gonna go back, but weren't you supposed to be able to relax a little more?

Beside stretching feathers mixed with city wells in exotic countries, the king handled properly what required sudden judgment through the Fabians he was in regular contact with. There hasn't been much to do in the castle for a while - it should have been.

"You're right. … but things have changed."

"How did you change?

"Didn't Furby ask you"

"Though I haven't heard anything?

"Your Majesty is at fault. I've told you so many times I need to talk to you, but I can't help you."

The lead diplomat, who seems to be in a rare mood, insisted pointing his mouth. If Guzavier turns his attention to Seyce by questioning his authenticity, he also has a bitter, crushed face.

"Fabian is right. The bad news is Luna."

"Hmm. Well, let me put the sermon behind me and tell you something first"

And it came to pass, that Guzavier laughed in heels, and returned to his true face, and reported unto the king of the stares.

"You have received an invitation"

"Invitation?

"Yeah, that's right. Unheard of..."

Guzavier told the queen in vain.

About the clan hive-led convocation to participate in the Continental Conference in the former Duchy of Maisenburg and Palace of Scanagia, Jr.

Castle morning is early. The early shifters wake up before the horizon begins to whiten, and begin to work on each task.

The door slammed rampantly as it kicked through the signs of that whispering and moving person.

"Die, die, wake up. Die."

Die jumped up the futon in a hurry to the sound of a knocking door that sounded like an early bell and the sound of a burning seeping wake. As she jumped through her sleeve on her jacket to the door, a woman in the hallway with a wolf colour was out of breath. She is one of the women who serves in Mariage. I was assigned an early shift today, and I should have been helping the queen with her morning support.

"What is it? Anything for Master Mariage?

"That's not true...... Please, Die. Get dressed and come right away. Yuma can't help it."

Die hurried back to his heels, showing only acceptance. I change my clothes, my hair is there, I raise my cosmetic bag and I run through the hallway with the woman - ….

I was wondering if Mariage was experiencing some kind of epilepsy.

"... you want to change your clothes yourself? Did that cause all this noise from the morning?

Die turned a frightened eye from the bottom of his heart to the master, who lay down his body on the elbow of the bench and missed his gaze.

"I didn't make a scene. The Yumas are just making a scene."

"Troubling the Yumas is the problem! Wear it with adulthood!

With the exception of Mariage and Die, a few outfits have been expanded in the bedroom where they were paid. The die glanced at the silk hem that fell zero off the edge of the bedroom or at the watermark weave sewn on the cuffs. It's a costume that assumes you can correct your body with underwear and wear it with someone else's hands.

"Because it's not something you can wear alone in the first place. Mariaj's costume."

"Can't you wear it alone?... even die?

"Of course it is. I'm not good at women in the first place... Even the women can't wear it alone. Give it up."

Mariage still doesn't seem comfortable explaining the die. He growls pointy at the tip of his mouth.

Die shook his head for Christ's sake.

Nothing that could be taken as a mariage quirk started this morning. They come back from Clan Hive, and they often see signs of it.

It was only a rebellion that I learned from the words of Queen Fortuna of Doppelgum, who met me on the edge of Esmel, but they had something to think about. Join the city of Lugrois via the city of Esmel. I finally got back to Del Ligueiria for a month, reuniting with the officials of my own country who were protected by Mayor Raina. From the moment everyone was running to handle the work that had piled up while away, Die began to calm down gradually, listening to reports from the women, or from the civilian population.

Says Mariage tries to walk with the woman raising the dishes.

Says Mariage tries to follow and walk after a civilian carrying paperwork.

And if you decide you're going to be able to do it to Mariage herself, you try to get your hands on it.

Under Rodimus' supervision, Mariage and I are not always attached to the officials in front of a considerable amount of government being built up. but very frightening. To be honest, I'm in the way. Make me stop acting in a series of ways.

Complaints using far-fetched expressions have been sent to the die in the last ten days or so.

"May I, Your Grace?"

Die carefully put forward.

"I know you'll want to burn your antagonism against Queen Fortuna, but the first ability your Majesty needs is the power to master national politics. Don't get your priorities wrong."

"I know that, you don't have to tell me."

One of Mariage's hands stretched out and picked Die's cheek.

"That's why you'll have all the paperwork going through Rodimus.... what more can I do? The consul general has no ears to listen to. Do not give answers to questions. The other consuls are avoiding contact with me. The next thing you know, they can't wait to take the exotic around and leave you alone in the wilderness."

He accompanied the civilians on a journey to Clan Hive to gain diplomatic experience. As a result, what goes home more painfully to my heart than it did to Perfilia last year was endless. It was only three days when he was incarcerated in Perfilia, with both Mariage and Rodimus. This time, a group of flagged mariages were missing and forced to stay in the city of Lugrois for nearly half a month.

"I'm really, really sorry that Raina's wife put Mariage and Die in danger."

And Raina, who was reunited in the city of Lugrova, complained in tears.

"The only thing Raina could do was to make sure that everyone in Del Ligueiria spent time without any worries until she found out how cheap Mariage and Die were..."

I'm sorry, and from Raina, who moisturizes her eyes, I couldn't even feel the dust on the sleigh that made Sheila from the inbox attack the die. Rayna certainly seemed to have provided a decent place to stay and a meal. But it is no different that the officials who accompanied the mariage were left free to go out and long placed in a state where the officials of the other side pressed day after day to learn about Delligeria's insights. I didn't even know what it was like to be disgusted.

"I don't know when I'm going to be replaced in this state.... I'm more likely to be thrown out into the wilderness. It would be quicker to get your neck dropped before then."

"Don't even joke about that!... so you want to be able to do things around yourself?

"... not like that."

I suppose you think there's no harm in taking care of yourself to see from the look on Mariage's face. That's why I try to get my hands on the work of the officials around me during the gap time.

But Mariage was born of a biological, but also a senior aristocrat. I was born and raised on the assumption that I would be taken care of. I will not allow myself to be ordered to "teach myself how to do my job". It would be a halfway way way to say, "I want to try" etc.

"... how we take care of ourselves. I see Master Mariage is interested. And how can I keep my relationship with the consuls?"

If there is only one person who does not obey the queen's orders, it is enough to dismiss them. but nowadays the vast majority are defiant of mariage and cannot let go of those familiar with the mechanisms of the castle. Assuming it is implemented, the national government will collapse and Del Ligueiria will happen to feed on the devastation.

"… so I have a suggestion, Dear Mariage"

"Suggestions…?

Die grinned at the master with a frigid eye.

"Let's go home to Mizweeri's mansion."

There are several reasons why Die would recommend Mariage to return to his home.

Firstly, it is possible for Mariage to practice wearing clothes if it is a Mizweeri mansion.

If I train myself in the royal castle, I will be rumored by the female civil servants and the castle servants in madness. But if it is a living house, you should silence the servants. They don't bother telling other houses stories about their husband's reputation going down.

The other thing is, it's a die problem.

In Perfilia, he was kidnapped by a bird, and even in Lugrois, Sheena was about to grab him. I don't know what's next. That's why Die asked Assé to learn how to protect him.

(... that one, too, seemed to be handling weapons, learning...)

Perfilia's prime minister used a dagger. It was a move that allowed me to peek into quite a bit of training.

There is also the possibility that Alvina's devil will disappear, as he did after falling into the river. Anyway, Die offered Assé to escape, create that gap, and do something about it, even if it didn't happen by the time he repelled.

But his reply was no. The fact that a die was attacked in Lugrois is a knight's lapse, and training him to publicly say he didn't count on an escort seems to be a good idea in the castle.

Assé's mansion, he asked, was unable to respond. He says that gender cannot imitate inviting a woman's die to a mansion for no public reason. They say there are various problems.

If you're going to accompany Mariage home as an escort, he says Assé can teach Dai how to protect herself by playing during the break of the mission.

So Die would love to have Mariaj return home.

And the last reason - …….

"... I wondered how Die could be so loud to go home to Mizweeri..."

Mariage suppressed her temples in frustration at the front door of the Mizweeri family.

"So it was your money. Rodimus."

The face-to-face Chancellor, very similar to Assé, smiled at Mariage.

"It's not the offer, it's the result of Rudia's consultation with me and Die."

"Die."

Mariage groaned resentfully. I see a snake-like temper behind my back. Honestly, I'm scared.

"What is it? Aren't we all talking about thinking about how Master Mariage can do what she wants to be free? There's nothing detrimental to Mariage."

"... you report properly to me when you and Rodimus are up to something. There's no next time."

"Heh heh heh heh yes (would love to)"

Tickles were picked up to the best of their ability. The rigidity of Mariage's fingertips survives. It's been strange for a long time, but where in her slender arms is such a force?

"What Die is saying is true, Your Majesty"

A bitterly laughing Rodimus stood before a die that covered his paralyzing mouth and squatted. He told Mariage.

"I only lured you out of the castle because this was the place to do everything you wanted to do"

"What do you want me to do?

"Solutions you've talked to me about, including being able to take care of yourself safely and isolation in the castle.... Shall we talk about the details later? In the meantime, do you have anything to say to those who welcomed you out in the open?

Rodimus avoids to Mariage's right hand and paves the way. Die stood up and lined up next to his master.

See the servants of Mizweeri flourishing in the doorway.

"Welcome home"

In the center of them, a samurai head sitting in a wheelchair carefully bowed her head.

"I know this is the way to come and pick you up, but I want you to forgive me."

For a die who was just beginning to work for Mizweeri, Laura Huntingdon's physical judgment was a living book. She always walked tightly down the hallway. Now she can't even stand and welcome Mariage.

On the night of the Queen's election, Laura was stabbed in the lower abdomen while hitting her hips hard when she fell. Since then, I have lived a life of freedom to walk.

I was reporting. but mariage should have seen what laura actually looks like now for the first time.

Mariage sinks her expression.

"... you didn't have to come."

"I wish to see His Majesty at first sight."

Laura keeps her face down. Imagine her, or the other servants are drooling over their heads. Mariage staring at them was a seemingly complicated face.

Mariage herself had no will to return to the Mizweeri Hall. Die knows that she had the thought that at least since the people in the hall became proud queens.

If not splendid, I can turn my blame and frightened eyes. As I was being repelled by my servants. Maybe that's what I thought.

So - I guess she's confused that all the servants are aligned without being lacking as one, in the way they were eagerly awaiting Mariage's visit.

Praise you, Your Majesty.

With his hands on his hips, Rodimus looked up at the entire main building and whispered to Mariage.

"In the absence of you for a long time, so that whenever you return, this hall is kept the same as it was where you were"

Rodimus is not right. There are unusual areas.

There are no signs of rain, color, rust, chips, or anything on the gate fence or brick. The flower beds decorating both ends of the road to the carriage spin were filled with bright seasonal flowers, and the wood was also pruned and neatly organized. Cleaned and polished front door floors. Apparently the handle of the door was plated and polished again. Reflecting sunlight modestly. If you look closely, it has been repaired and polished to the pier of the window, including even the fine parts that were left untouched in the fold of the Queen's race.

More than where Mariage lived, the Mizweeri Hall, clean, relaxed and well-kept so that whenever she came home.

"Laura.... then, Kilim"

The deacon, who had refrained next to Laura, briefly responded by being called by Mariage, yes.

Kilim manages the Mizweeri Hall today on behalf of Mariage. The management of the Mizwieri family's territory is also indispensable for his assistance.

"Everyone... has been protecting the building a lot while I was away. … thank you."

What, and someone took a breath. Die stared at the servants. A few eyes slightly raised appeared moist.

Mariage can't be long. Blood rises easily on the head, and it often hits the die eight times. Often swinging around with rushing thoughts.

But she's not the girl who used to have a seizure right away. Mariage has learned patience, and she knows the rush of benevolence. I now understand the contribution of the ministers as well.

"I'm back. Serve me well for a while longer than today."

Kilim responded to Mariage's words with a trembling voice.

"Welcome home, Master Mariage"

Everyone in Mizweeri summons.

Welcome home.

It would not be Die's fault that Mariage's expression seemed loose in the warm-sounding voice of hospitality.