The Queen’s Cosmetician

The argument was cut off by Mariage.

"How do you want us to fight Perfilia?

"... it's a straight ball"

Mariage groans in her chest, wondering whether to be so surprised by the Siaries who moan with their eyes round. Isn't the political metaphorical expression used to avoid taking the word a little softened?

"I don't like being dusty. They often say it's short temper. Die."

"You must be careful not to buy His Majesty's troubles."

Siaries grinned lightly. Mariage had feelings that she was a woman who wouldn't break her spare attitude.

Siaries Callestia is one of the greatest and most famous exchangers. It is often hailed alongside Serenesti, Queen of Perfilia. The Queen of Zemnam is another reigning woman of the Tsunami of Zhu, but rumors are that she is lying in the throes of civil unrest. It must be because of that. The name of Siaries is better known.

Mariage continued her questioning.

"So, what do you want from us? Sharing information? Some kind of material support? You can't rely on a march. I'll tell you what."

"I'm not going to go to war, I must say."

Siaries puts corrections in Mariage's thoughts. And I laughed bitterly and corrected my posture.

It's one thing I ask of you - the Siaries whisper in a low voice.

"I would ask you not to agree with Perfilia at the Continental Conference"

Mariage frowned. I guess I found that reaction to require commentary. Siaries opens his mouth.

"The Continental Conference will be the guiding principle defining the future of this continent. … but that direction can be determined by the logic of majority voting"

"Does it mean that the way you think about the future of the continent is completely different in your country and Perfilia?

"You may think so."

"Then I'd love to hear it. the difference in direction between the two countries."

If you don't know that, you can't even endorse it.

Siaries' answer was clear.

"My country, Zemnam, wants to slow down this western continent into one economy,"

"You mean go down to Zemnam?

Mariage frowned and inquired. Prime Minister Zemnam's answer sounds like he wants a way to govern in the Maisemble era.

Siaries shook his head in denial.

"It is only the flow of money and talent, which can remain autonomous and dignified in each country, that is to be liquidated by the Treaties. Deepen exchanges between countries on a city well basis. Killing each other is suppressed if mutual understanding is deepened.... you don't point your sword at anything you've been close to until yesterday, do you?

(... I see...)

Siaries valves are fit for reason.

But Mariage knows that everything doesn't work out that way.

"Sometimes it's just because you've been close to me that hatred is superb, right?

The Siaries glanced at Mariage's allegations for a moment.

She nods with a smile.

"Something like that."

"I see your doctrine. What do you think Perfilia has in mind? Come on.

"Perfilia must also be thinking of the continent as one. But some countries are trying to make it by force."

"What's the basis for that?

Siaries look surprised at the instantly pursued mariage.

"Queen Serenesti has annexed the surrounding countries to the fold of her reign, and she is still in a state of truce with Clan Hive. I have not issued a declaration of an end to the war. Isn't this the basis?

"That's not the part I'm asking. We think Perfilia is trying to unify the continent, and we ask why."

Was it a fold in Perfilia's tribute visit? Rodimus also mentioned it to Mariage. Perfilia said she was after the champion's seat. But I'm really caught up in Mariage.

Is Perfilia really seeking to be replaced by the Devil's Duchy?

Immediately after his reign Serenesti extended Perfilia's territory at once. Then we should have attacked Del Ligueiria as well. Del Ligueiria's armament is not thick. Yes, I would have fallen without taking the time.

Serenesty sent in one man instead of one battalion.

He spent three years working to support the Queen.

Results - Perfilia is missing Del Ligueiria.

Serenesti said come over Del Ligueiria.

But I haven't said a word about wanting to be a champion.

(Even if I was going to get the whole continent.... for what?

It's a repeated question.

Mariage knows that he will be one of the prime ministers of the country. Never a man who does meaningless things.

If his own master only wanted power without meaning, that man would admire the opposite.

"Prime Minister Siaries. Do you have the basis for thinking that Perfilia is trying to unify the continent?

What is that?

For the first time, Siaries gives a puzzling look to Mariage's pursuit.

"I seemed to think a little cheaply. There is no solid basis."

Yes, and in response, Mariage lay down her lid.

"… I also believe that what your country and Perfilia want is not identical"

Mariage told as he took up the tea utensil.

"I don't even think what Zemnam is aiming for and that in our country is the same"

"Is it? Her Majesty Queen Mariage. Worried that the tranquillity of the continent would be lost day by day, like the earth that collapsed from the edge, he called on the clan to rescue the displaced. Isn't your idea the same roots as mine to have a day without war on this continent?

"No, I'm not doing the same thing you said."

"Does it look like it?

Show how the Sirleys react all the time saying it's surprising.

Mariage let go of the crease from the edge of the tea vessel. Place the tea bowl on a plate. And, and a sharp sound.

Mariage told the Siaries.

"Chancellor Calestia. Del Ligueiria is a small country. We do not have enough room to think about peace throughout the continent. Indeed, I called upon the neighbouring countries… clan hives to rescue the displaced. But it's for my country."

Last year, one country was killed.

Burned people poured into Del Ligueiria.

The villages along the border have suffered considerable damage. The shadow also falls on the big city and the king's capital. Honestly, the limit is close.

Sometimes the way Die's adoptive mothers gave jobs to displaced people and settled them on the land had a certain effect, and they also launched a number of measures that they imitated. A sight and dance fee is also paid for land that causes damage to crops and livestock. Border security was also stepped up.

Still, we have to solve the root of the problem - there are no boundaries.

"Did you really think about your country?"

"Is it strange for me to think about my country?

"No way. But His Majesty's eyes seemed to be facing out. He's been out of the country a lot since his reign."

The Siaries' point may be correct.

Mariage, unwillingly, is a queen who tends not to be on the throne. He went to Perfilia about six months after his reign, and when he returned, he crossed the country for inspection.

If you had kept your hips firmly seated on the throne, you might not have been asked the same view Siaries expressed.

In the second year, Mariage crossed the border again. I've stayed at Clan Hive for a long time.

Socialisation with domestic power was finally, to the point of being whispered.

It is now rolling out to the eastern part of the continent, far from the country, for the attendance of the Continental Conference.

"I took His Majesty's actions for granted."

"Do you think so?

"Yep....... my neighbor is that perfilia. Immediately after I reign on it, I tend to feel less comfortable inside, often making my response to the outside thin. But His Majesty seemed quickly distracted outside. … I was flattered to hear that you were uncomfortable"

Sirleys finishes the words and sips cold tea.

Mariage shrugged back at the parrot.

"I'm jealous...?

Siaries raised his face from the tea bowl and agreed first.

"Many nations have fallen with the champions. Still a small number of countries remained on this continent.... Ways and Zarija were even firmly founded. Colt, it was richer in Arianche than in my country. But it doesn't exist anymore."

Were you swallowed up outside neglecting to respond by focusing too much on the fold that stood as the new king in the country?

Or collapsed from within without waiting for a year of reign without being recognized as a monarch?

"I guess being able to turn my consciousness right outside is something that doesn't loosen the foundation of the country. I'm so proud of you."

Siaries' words must have been genuine, unique to the exchangers who ran through the blood-washing civil unrest.

Nothing but sarcasm if you try from mariage.

Mariage slapped her finger on the edge of the fan she was putting on her lap.

"... I wonder what those countries should have done? As the country was in a precarious state and under pressure from the outside..."

Siaries roars as he places his tea utensil on the table.

"That's a difficult question. Because the measures will vary depending on the circumstances. But... it seems important to show your attitude."

"Posture?"

"The attitude that I haven't taken my eyes off you guys outside. Inside is the attitude that your actions are for the good of your country"

"Put on your mask."

"It's our art. Allies become anxious if they are not wearing a plain mask, and enemies gain momentum if they are not wearing cunning masks. Fail to replace mask. If it doesn't, and it's been removed."

"It shrugs my foot"

As Mariage whispered, Siaries grinned.

A king - the equivalent of the exchangers - is like being on the loop.

I don't even have time to rest.

"Sometimes the country breaks down because of wearing too many masks that are easy to understand."

Siaries shrugged while recommending the tea treat by hand to Mariage.

"Are you close?

"That's exactly what I'm facing. It became clear that doctrine was different. So I'm against my uncle."

Siaries smiles bitterly and breaks baked confectionery by hand. As shown in the national dichotomy.

"As I said before, I want to change the flow of people and gold to enrich my country."

"Uncle, is it different up there?... I thought you said Lord Abascal."

"My uncle has been in Maisemble for a long time. I'm an avid religious man. I can't wait to say under the Virgin that the continent should be one."

The Virgin is a daily support to the end of the city well. In Del Ligueiria, coronation, pray to the Lord God and the Virgin at all times. Rather than the Virgin in a land where the influence of the Maisemble was strong.

Sometimes it seems that on other continents we pray only to the Lord God, or we do not speak of prayer.

"The denial of the Virgin greatly confuses the people. But it's been fifteen years since Maisemble perished. I can't be saved with all my prayers. You can all see that."

"So with people and wealth, you say."

"My uncle says I am too influenced by the merchants. In fact, you must be right. But the other continents... especially the east, are more rationalistic. And rich."

The Eastern Continent is the land where Arishuel lives by changing his name.

Mariage remembered her last daughter's face after breaking up outside the walls of the king's capital.

"I want to make Zemnam a nation that will surely survive.... neither glorify the glory of the past, nor wait for a world of peace by offering prayers to the Lord God and the Virgin. Live in a rich country that opens up its future with its own feet."

Zemnam's prime minister speaks of determination.

Behind Mariage's brain, which looks at its face looking to a distant future, rises the inquiry of the former queen candidate who heard when it was.

- What kind of country would you like to make if you could be queen?

Dark night.

While walking in the woods with Iswill, the Siaries reflect on today's day.

(... it wasn't darker than I thought...)

Delligeria is the queen, a woman named Mariage.

When I heard that my predecessor's queen had collapsed, I thought that country would finally die, too.

That country, which wore the mask of an untouchable small country, but continued to be frightened by Maisemble.

When that country, which was forgiven by the Devil's Duchy for its kingdom of art and two peaceful names, began the ritual of electing a queen, a daughter named Mariage was also a good place to be named. The merchants were all saying that the daughter of a house called Gertrude was certain to be the next queen.

If that opens the lid, the leading candidate is unknown. Mariage reigned. Clear your ears about what kind of woman you are, or you'll make a makeup artist have a national seal. Delligeria will not be killed if she sees that she is just a lucky woman, whose throne has been rolled in by the disappearance of a leading candidate.

In Perfilia, they took possession of the hotel as they were about to be caught and escaped through that female fox - the little girl with a cold smile behind the veil. When I heard it from the spies who were lurking it, I applauded it. It was just the effect, or they were hunted by a few female foxes, and tongued with grandeur.

There are many reasons for my clandestine contact with Mariage. There is no denying that curiosity accounts for a tremendous proportion of them.

The impression on Mariage, who used today's half-day to interact, was not bad.

Better than the one against my own uncle.

(Best of all... that one. the way you think about Perfilia)

The countries that Zemnam is close to. For example, the three countries of the West Bank of the continent that also attend the Continental Conference recognise that Perfilia is attempting to conquer this continent. The same seems to be true of Doppelgum. Not to mention the mayors of Clan Hive, who are staring at each other.

But the queen of the kingdom of art doesn't seem to think so.

Conflicting with that woman fox, she said she was attacked.

Siaries admired Mariage's obstinate quest for grounds.

I couldn't be as flexible as I thought, but the seeds sprinkled.

Even if Perfilia had any ideas at the Continental Conference, Mariage would probably agree with Zemnam.

The Siaries didn't want to waste what the spies offered in exchange for their lives.

Iswill grips Siaries' hand hard. If the Sirleys raise their face, the young man's bewitching eyes. Scaffolding is unstable in the woods. Don't be too immersed in thought, I guess.

"It was pretty funny today, Iswill"

Siaries told as he drew his hand.

"If I can be with Queen Mariage, I'd like to stay close..."

Reach your destination. A little two-story annex, hidden in the trees. A strangely distorted wall is surrounded by silver tree roots.

Iswill stops in front of the door and takes away the key he raised on his hips. The scrubbing sound of metal rocks the silence of the night.

As he stared at the key inserted into the lock hole, the Siaries swooped into his thoughts once again.

(That makeup artist was nice, too)

It's not just beautiful to see. You look like you're turning your head more than the Siaries' lousy men.

'Instead, I think the makeup artist is more of a crook...'

When Bruno returned home, he praised the makeup artist that way...

Sheltered from Iswill by the lid, the Siaries gently curled.

"... what's up?

Iswill stares across the open door.

He was twitching and retreating as he hung his hand on the pattern of hips gains.

A familiar voice sounds from inside the hall.

"Alvey."

"Huh."

In a moment, a wall of light appeared behind him. A circular, magical fence that extends around the annex.

Understanding that he was taken in on the inside of it, Siaries bit his teeth.

As the eyes gradually get used to it, what's going on inside becomes apparent.

It reminds me of a private house in the country. Water field along the wall. Wooden floors with wool textiles. In the center are chairs and dining tables. Stairs in the back.

Several men and women showed themselves as they stained out of the shadow.

Three knights. One of them is about to hold a child.

A magician stands before them. A woman with three red hair braids with a soft grin.

The last two are the queen and - the makeup artist.

"Don't move, Sire. And Mr. Iswill."

said the makeup artist.

Emotions, gender hard to read, with cool faces.

"Even so, you won't be able to move"

Siaries shrugged at the cosmetician's confident whisper.

The remorse of being done and the exhilaration of how we should get through the crisis.

I recall again the evaluation of the makeup artist mentioned by Ardam.

"At a time when that Dadan is quite concerned, I should have noticed.... That's just like you who got yourself, Sire Lady '

Strong luck, not queen.

You might be a cosmetologist (over there).