The Queen’s Cosmetician

The morning after the commotion.

Mariage exhales as she rinses her medicinal hot tea in a bedroom that shoots light.

"I wonder if we're really going to get along."

"To Chancellor Siaries? Don't you have one?

Die, who had confirmed the addition and subtraction of water, said, pulling his hand from about.

"I assure you, we'll get along."

Regardless of the correctness or otherwise of the oath to the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, the Siaries changed their attitude as soon as Delligeria suggested the possibility of turning to the enemy. And once again, he declared that he would not be an enemy. At least, superficially.

"If you were worried about what you found out, your skin would be rough, Your Grace."

"... wah, wah, wah, you're the cause of all the frustration under the moment!?

Mariage clutches up one cheek of the die as she sits. Die complained as he took the hand off.

"Ma'am, Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi"

"Reflect!

Yuma would flatter me if she were here, but the woman on duty this morning is a very temperamental Lino. She turned her troubled smile to the die and silently arranged her skin care tools on the table.

The role expected of Lino was assumed by a civilian man instead.

"I agree with Lord Setra myself, Your Majesty"

"Maurice, why?

"Sir Calestia seemed to want to take this one in as an ally. I wonder if the word" joining forces against Perfilia "is a lie."

This magnificent civilian has followed Mariage since he traveled all the way to Clan Hive. The eyes of observation are sharp, only to be entrusted with the extraction of the journey this time and twice, following the previous one.

More than that, Your Majesty, and Maurice advance.

"If you want to go out with Zemnam on an equal footing with this one, you might want to think of a way to make Zemnam think."

Decisions on the treatment of Del Ligueiria currently lie with Zemnam. Siaries attitude last night made it painful for the Dies.

Maurice went on to say some reports.

That I have finished finishing up all the rooms in the hall. The fact that we are investigating the premises of the museum with empty hands, etc.

And stating Mariage's plans for the afternoon, he left the room.

Mariage gives Lino a tea bowl and lays on the bench.

"... measures that make you want to go out with each other equally, hey..."

After watching the ceiling silently for a while, she rebuffed Maurice's words with her nose.

"If that's easy enough for you, you won't have a hard time."

"But Mr. Maurice is right, you'll have to think about it. Even the Continental Conference doesn't seem to treat our country that well."

Die gave his honest thoughts.

Pull a chair over Mariage's head and sit back, knitting her hair gently so that it doesn't get in the way of care. Next, I relaxed the collar of my clothes. The way Lino learned, he spreads a stain removing cloth on the collar of the mariage.

He took the aromatic essential oil and Die called out to his master.

"Here we go."

Mariage closes her eyes instead of responding. Die smiled and extended her essential oils on her neck and face.

Slowly rub around the clavicle for edema. Continue to untie the neck muscle.

Behind the ear, next to the ear, under the eyes, temples, on the brow. To pressure the stronghold, pick, shake, and rub the muscles on your face. Follow certain procedures carefully. The blood circulation improved and the scent of essential oils drifted slightly, following the increase in body temperature.

I was able to keep my skin clean for a long time due to crackling. When will I get time next?

(I don't have time for bone rest)

It's bad for Rodimus, who sent us out to Scanagia Jr. with that intention.

It's good to see the Siaries early, Die thinks.

Little Scanagia was a battlefield.

Bow the sword in your hand, not to exercise witchcraft.

Battlefield in the name of the number of manoeuvres that use the tongue and brains.

The title of the Continental Conference is one thing. on future directions within the continent.

With the destruction of the Devil's Duchy Maisemble, the continent is following a path of confusion.

Do you crash as far as the dark ages when the Virgin Cynthia lived and ran all over the continent?

Or will the surviving countries stay hand in hand with each other?

This meeting was inaugurated with a view to the latter.

The country of departure is Clan Hive. I guess it also makes sense to restrain Perfilia in a state of truce.

The participating countries have their own claims. The aim of Delligeria is to solve the problem of displaced persons, which was once more called upon to the periphery, including the Clan Hive. but the reaction of the mayors I saw at the fold I visited earlier this year was not absurd. I don't know if Perfilia is interested. Doppelgum seemed to be paying attention to the displacement issue from Seyce's words. But as long as I thought back on the parting conversation, I didn't think I could discuss it in peace. We should not pinch our personal feelings in politics, but our likeness dictates the smoothness of everything beyond being human to each other.

In addition, Del Ligueiria's voice is low, I guess. Unfortunately.

"How far can we fight..."

Mariage whispers as if she had read the heart of the die.

Die stopped his hand and looked at his master. At first glance she seemed to be in a slight sleep, staring sharply into the void with her fruit, her walnut-colored eyes half hidden in her eyelids.

There are eight continental conferences. Of which Zemnam and Perfilia are the two strongest. Clan Hive has a say as an advocate of the conference. Doppelgum is a small country but the only attractive stone country in the continent. Highly visible.

I have a weak relationship with three countries: Don Fan, Zext and Farrill. These countries, whose territory lies on the southwestern coast of the continent, seem to be stable with friendly relations with Zemnam.

Del Ligueiria's share among the participating countries seems very bad.

Mariage understands that more than a die.

"... let's see Zemnam as a good exercise, Your Majesty"

Die told her to help Mariage.

"There is also a wall restoration. So I have to hang out with Zemnam for a while. Let me show Prime Minister Calestia an example. How can I behave?"

Let's take a look at the arrangements for the Siaries.

Mariage engraves a deep crease between her eyebrows on Die's suggestion.

"... I'd like to apprentice your weirdness."

"Rarely praised by your Mariage!

"I'm not complimenting you. I'm just being optimistic. Get to work."

Gently tapping the back of the stopped die's hand, Mariage closes her lid again.

"... be really careful"

"Of course it is. I'm always gonna be careful."

"It doesn't mean anything. Do it. Totally."

Mariage is bitterly poisoned.

"If you were gone, it wouldn't have happened..."

Words that are so thin that they seem to disappear, vomited by sighs.

Die opened his eyes and told him it was okay, smiling.

"I am by your side, Your Majesty."

Breaking up with makeup on the mariage, Die took a late breakfast in the dining room. After I've taken care of the tools in my room, it's a small meeting with the women. Based on information about Zemnam fashionable costumes, ornaments and cosmetics, purchased from merchants led by the Oswald Chamber of Commerce, Mariage will decide what to wear after tomorrow.

I took the day with the civilians. We had to talk about the upside last night, and we had to set out our policy for Zemnam in the future. Chancellor Siaries Callestia is not the enemy. but I'm not even on your side. Keep that point in mind. Paying attention to her uncle, the Herald Abascal clan.

You will focus on Zemnam for a while, but don't miss out on participating countries and organizations arriving in Little Scanagia, etc.

After hastily finishing a discussion with snacks, he headed to fix Mariage's makeup and costume and sent her off to Zemnam's Hall. The escorts are Maurice and the knights of the escort, including Yuma and Assé. casual chat across the tea candy. I plan to return at night.

Helps clean up costumes and replenishes cosmetics chips.

Pick one of the recommended baked treats, put the details of the restructuring of the security in the knight's quarters in his ear, and then go to the garden to see how the magicians are doing.

"I've finally figured out why the captain kept his eyes open lately, I..."

said Randy, who walks in parallel with Die. He is one of the knights Assé put on the die. The year is the same as the die and I feel safe because of it.

"I'm afraid we'll get into Zemnam as soon as we get here."

"I didn't get in anything else. And Assé was with him."

"Even with him, we don't have a lot of problems anymore."

The knight who speaks in a squeaky voice is Uberle. Same year as Ass. He and Randy are the watchmen of the day.

There is usually only one knight to serve as an escort for the die. but today, you two are together. It is about knowing how little credibility there is.

(I don't have a choice...)

The magicians who are on their way are not the only ones in Del Ligueiria. Some are from Zemnam. I never went over to be on guard.

Through the path across the forest, we go to the place where the silver trees flock.

Delligeiria and Zemnam. The magicians of both sides were gathered in a circle, thinking that the two countries would separate the premises of each of the buildings they would rent.

As he walked over to them, Die observed the silver tree. It was an evening yesterday. Silver trees glowed divinely in the dimness at dusk.

It's noon now.

The silver tree I see in the sun was still beautiful.

The folded silver leaves shine like a veil. The branches that are clear to the sun are as delicate as the glasswork. Unusual trees. Luminous stone logs that support a large number of lives.

Again observing, several of the silver trees are rooted in a way that possesses a decaying wall. One thick branch that protruded - no, the roots, they stood on the ground and supported its heavily tilted trunk. Speaking of humans, it's like they're hanging one leg and stopping it on the way up the wall.

Normal trees don't tend their roots like that. Silver trees are still special.

The circle of magicians had been broken as the die approached while observing the silver tree. Alvina appears among the sorcerers scattered to the holding area. When she admitted she looked like a die, she smiled and invited her hand.

"Good day, Alvey. How is the work progressing?

Alvina looks back at the other magicians on the die she asked as she walked.

"I think I'll be able to pull some lines on the property by tomorrow."

"After all, are you putting up an iron wire?

"Yeah. Except it's made of silver. It's easier to get used to witchcraft."

Alvina, I hear you're going to hand over a silver wire between a wall and a wall that hasn't been eroded by a silver tree, and set up an alarm technique along it.

Do not install a technique that will stop the target from entering. Because only Alvina can handle magicians.

Her strength is ordered to lie low on Zemnam's side.

"You think I'm going to ask the Uberles to patrol around here. I'm sure there will be another conversation with Assé."

"From Zemnam's side, His Majesty has been informed for some time now."

Uber recounts and describes the direction of Zemnam's hall. Mariage is seeing the Siaries there.

"Doesn't Alvey work?

Unlike the other magicians, Alvina can't see any signs of returning to her possession.

When Die inquired in surprise, Alvina laughed thinly and said.

"I'm not worried."

"What do you care?

Alvina walks out abruptly, having taken the lead on the die. The die, left behind, met the escorts face-to-face before following Alvina.

Alvina stopped in front of the wall. It's a clean wall that hasn't been eroded by silver trees.

Alvina gives in to the spot and peeks into the roots of the wall. Die also dropped his hips beside Alvina.

"Die, remember? I deployed yesterday."

"I remember you."

That's when I was investigating the exterior wall last night. Alvina had surprised Assé by revealing the magic formations.

Alvina describes it like a monologue.

"If we are to place a wide range under the control of a long procedure, we have to arrange the procedure at regular intervals. Sorcery Basics"

Or would you lay a giant formation?

The connection separating the premises of the hall is the former. It was said to have been activated by formations carved at equal intervals along the walls.

"But hey...... You have walls, but you don't have the manners to do it."

"Not absorbed by silver trees?

"Silver trees only breathe magic. The wall just collapsed because the magic to maintain it has been sucked away. There are walls here but there are no formations. I don't see it anywhere."

"... I mean?

Alvina brushes a thin grin to the pursuit of the die.

"This is a fake wall. It's not the original wall."

So this wall retains the prototype, Alvina said.

"Hey, Die. Didn't you think it was weird yesterday? Silver trees only grow around these walls. Die said he was surrounded by Zemnam soldiers in the middle of a silver tree. How did Zemnam's soldiers even show up from behind?"

Alvina tells Die, who is unable to understand the point, that she is further shattered.

"Aren't we usually just holding back where we're going?

"Realm breach is over there first"

Alvina smiled at Die's whining.

"Soyuko and"

If they do poorly, Die and Asse could have been captured by Zemnam soldiers on the Delligerian side of the property.

In the first place, the reason Die ran out on his own was also because he witnessed an unrecognizable child.

(who was that kid...)

He looked like a person on Zemnam's side because of his appearance.

A young child with impressive golden eyes, not even old age. I don't know the gender.

I wasn't a bad person either. When were you shouting disrespect to the assay you caught, so it should be in quite a bit of a position. but, assuming he was a child on Zemnam's side, would Siaries bring him to Scanagia, Jr.?

The knights utter their doubts beside the silent die.

"In short, you think Zemnam put us on?

"Well, I think it's too soon to be sure."

Alvina runs her gaze behind the die. There Delligueria and Zemnam, the mages of both countries, are ready to hand over the silver wire.

"But if it stays like this, the premises will be separated by reference to the fake walls.... It's not funny."

Alvina turns back to the die.

The eyes of a rare magician dwelt on his brilliance when he came up with a prank.

"Sometimes I try to set it up from here"

She laughed joyfully that she might catch something interesting.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Queen Mariage"

Same hall as last night. Same position taken.

I left my wand with the man of my squire - did I say Iswill - and Siaries said:

"I should have come to you."

"You don't have to worry about it. It's just not enough to welcome Chancellor Calestia."

I am not humble.

Due to the disturbance that Die and Asse will be captured by Zemnam, there is a delay in the hall's branch.

I hear the tidiness of one street is over. However, there was still anxiety in inviting guests.

"We can invite you tomorrow - if you want"

"Welcome."

Finish exchanging social dictionary greetings and move on to the topic of walls being collapsed by silver trees. They're finishing the razor-sharp line by tomorrow. The alarm sounds loud if you cross the premises. However, crossing the premises is not impossible per se. We'll patrol the soldiers, Siaries said. That would be the case for the Del Ligueiria side, Mariage returned.

A first concern has the aim of resolving it, and the topic is next.

"Oh, is that Ardam?... the man I took care of before I became Chancellor."

The Siaries replied softly to Mariage, who asked about his relationship with Ardam Auslund.

"You seem to trust me a lot."

"Do you see that?

Yeah, and Mariage took the lead as she lifted the tea bowl.

"I heard Auslund is the head of the Southern Chamber of Commerce and Industry. I think I deserve to go in and out of the royal family. Even so, if you send a message to my country in confidence, it will have to be quite relevant."

"I see."

The Siaries hammered convincingly at Mariage's discussion.

"... I know it's rude, but does Your Majesty know The Tsunami of Zhu?

"... seven... maybe eight years ago. You're talking about civil unrest?

In participating in the Continental Conference, the history of the participating countries is just about stripped. The Tsunami of Zhu is the greatest tragedy that struck Zemnam after the fall of Maisemble.

At the time, the queen had the son of the Maisenburg commune on her husband, and a large number of nobles who relied on him poured into Zemnam at once. With that on the edge, factional strife broke out and the royal family slaughtered. The majority of the nobility dawned on a struggle that lasted roughly a year and a half.

"My family, Calestia, is an old blood muscle close to the royal family and was attacked early in the civil unrest. And my legs."

Siaries cut the word and pointed at his own foot.

"I painstakingly survived with Iswill's hand, but I had to run around for over a year. The man who gave me a hand at the time is Ardam."

Apparently, Ardam, one of those committed to the founding of Doppelgum, was caught in the Tsunami of Zhu shortly after descending south. He helped the Siaries embark on a civil unrest static and seemed to get a large ship as a reward.

And beside the traders as their main business, I guess they work as the hands and feet of the Siaries.

Mariage saw Siaries in a tea hot tub. She's a cheeky woman. I think I'm going to walk out everywhere with my eyes open. But her legs are difficult to walk. That distorted her impression.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Siaries smiles at Mariage's labor.

"Not so much. … Now the challenge is piling up."

"For example, about Perfilia?

Mariage threw the question. In the guise of a casual wind. But with the acumen that escape is unacceptable.

The Siaries deepen their grin.

"Right. … for example, about Perfilia"

Mariage tightened her mind.

I came here to hear more about yesterday.