The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Die."

Called from afar, Die looked back.

"Sire. And His Majesty Accelina."

From between Yuber and the Randy knights, I can see Queen Zemnam and the Chancellor packing the distance.

Die stopped walking and thanked them.

"Are you feeling well already? Sire."

"Uhm.... it was awesome on the die, I put on"

"It's better to see your cheerful face than anything."

Following Herald's death, Accelina fell asleep.

Mother Wang was also transferred to the hall of Zemnam, and her contact with them was diminished. I didn't hear it and was worried about it.

"I'll ask you tomorrow for a proper thank you."

Siaries tells Die.

"Has Chancellor Tedius arrived, too? I would also like to say hello.... so annoying, so hard to ask, so rude... but there's something I really want to do first"

"What do you want to do?

When the die asked the parrot back, the Siaries agreed and silently urged him to move to the corner of the hall, ideal for secret talks.

Each sits on a bench and lights the "Silence" charm stone.

The Siaries opened their mouths first, acknowledging the knights who had taken up the placement.

"It was certified by Grand Duke Almaldi. I will also inform you in my own country today that Mr. Accelina has been reinstated. At the same time, Axelina will attend the Continental Conference as Queen Zemnam."

"It's... congratulations"

Though the congratulations came out poking his mouth, Die could not help but question.

Almaldi is the present lord of Little Scanagia. She is the sister of Ashburn, the last lord of the Principality of the Devil.

"What... certification?

"Your country... Queen Mariage would have received a prayer from the Church, too, wouldn't she?

"Oh... is that it"

The day I decided to be queen. Mariage was given a floral crown and coat in the cathedral. And he was led by the Chancellor to walk on the carpet.

The knight and his daughters, who would refrain on both sides of the road, were sprinkling wild bulb petals from their cages.

Die and I saw the white and red petals dancing in the blue sky.

"Do you have to go say hello to Archduke Armaldi? On purpose?"

"It's one of Zemnam's customs. For the first time in the service of the Grand Duke of Maisemble, the Queen is recognized as a true lord of the land."

All hearts fell on Siaries' answers.

Accelina was not recognised by Armaldi. That's why Herald insisted she was a princess.

It was just unexpected, Die told me what he thought.

"I can't believe you followed that custom when you defended the country's independence."

"I told you. I'm one of the church folks.... I can silence annoying outfielders if I obey. It's too early to deny everything."

The Siaries will be genuine in the second half. They say the heralds are still in the country.

"Oh, it's good to see you too, Alvina"

I caught my eye on Alvina, which the Siaries would refrain from beside the die.

"... that verse helped"

"It's the king's life."

Alvina didn't say any more.

Alvina burned the bodies of the heralds without a trace.

Through that request, the Siaries made a great loan to Delligeria.

Herald is processed as missing.

Speaking of which, Die expresses his doubts.

"I wonder how Lord Abascal found out."

"Flowers."

"Flowers?"

"To Lady Atalaxia, the flower that His Majesty was picking"

Herald apparently checked up on the traces of picking flowers and figured out where Mother Wang's resting place was.

After ambushing Accelina around it, her squire and sorceress woman were put in.

Alvina's perceived silver yarn anomaly on the border also seems to be the result of Heralds moving around the perimeter.

"... Herald said that if you wear flowers, your mother would welcome you."

Accelina shrugged with a heavy exhale.

"... Herald told me a lot about my mother. He told me something I don't know. I was kind to you."

"... Was it a shame you couldn't help?

"... I don't know..."

The queen shook her head powerless.

Die had empathy.

Should I be angry or sad - to the confusion that Accelina would have.

But, and Accelina opens her mouth.

"Next... Takeshi no more"

"... Really?"

Look straight at the nodding die, and Accelina continues her words.

"Die, I got it. A country like Saia makes. It's a country that can help Herald. So, take your time later, it's a country where you can talk to Herald. Wouldn't you?

I'm sure, yes, Accelina tells herself.

"I became a proper queen today. … I would like to see a country where many lives can be sacrificed as a Sire.... so that your mother and you can wake up together?

"Yes."

Accelina laughed at the chief consenting die.

A faint face. But it's never too bad, Die thinks.

"Good luck"

"Yeah."

"And Saia."

"Yeah?"

Siaries, told the story by the die, snaps his neck.

Die whispered with a guiding voice.

"Work your body and support your majesty forever"

"Oh... you mean that. You don't have to worry about my body. Because it seems pretty sturdy."

Said Siaries loosening his expression.

Its right hand is just rubbing the back of its left hand.

Die asked hesitantly.

"... that arm, too, during the Tsunami of Zhu?

"Yeah. When you run away."

The obvious and the Siaries answer.

"It wasn't a good way to stop the bleeding. I got rotten along the way. I'm supposed to drop it."

Still, the point of being alive was exhausted because he was lucky, the Siaries said brightly.

The prosthetic hand, which incorporates the surgical formula, is said to move freely to some extent.

However, I don't seem to be good at fine movement, and I will spend the rest of my life with the pain in the connections.

Die grabbed his arm. I was unconscious.

I don't even want to think about losing this hand.

I'm sure, I'm going crazy.

Because it's synonymous with not being able to apply makeup.

Die shrugged with admiration.

"Really... well, you didn't frustrate"

"No, I couldn't stop crying for the first six months or so"

"... annoying?

Die asked softly.

It's not. I thought it was more appropriate than that, reflectively.

Siaries looked at the die properly and laughed.

"Yes, it's annoying. It's creepy, it's creepy. Absolutely survived and ran to sweep away the Maisemble parasites that screwed up our country"

"Huh. So why did you want to be prime minister?

"That's what Atalaxia..."

"Dear Atalaxia? Did you have a conversation?

Siaries blocks his own mouth.

From that sinister look on her face, she seems to have spoken too much to Die.

Die refrained from pursuing, but Siaries laughed bitterly and kept explaining.

"Shortly after the raid, we reunited. She was the one who let me go. Still, it was sane.... because she apologized very much for being a fuzzy royal. That was never the case. He said you helped me make this country richer than ever before, that you could get this country back from the parasite.... If she returns it to sanity, I want to say it"

You'll be scratching children, Siaries told Die.

"I think the Chancellor is in the most suitable position to fulfill his wishes, and it is a testament to Atalaxia and his vows to himself that I bear the national seal.... I don't imitate inadvertently hurting my body. But I want to be."

If necessary, the Siaries will despise the use of torture.

And those eyes laugh and look at the die.

And so will you, as you ask.

The Siaries rise. It's a signal to end the conversation.

She looked down at the die and raised a strange voice.

"Nevertheless... you talk too much to Die"

"Really?

"Yeah. You know, it makes me want to tell the truth."

Her dialogues are frigid.

Die accidentally half-eyed.

"Ha, do you think so"

"Oh, you don't believe me?

"Assuming it's true... Probably because I'm a makeup artist."

Siaries twist his neck.

Die also took his seat and continued to joke.

"You can't make up without knowing your face. It is the makeup artist's learning to explore the true meaning of the other person.... No one can wear a mask. In front of the cosmeticians."

Create the mask we want.

Because that's what makeup artists are for.

Siaries, with a flashing look on his face, laughed with a heartbeat, holding his belly.

"Hahahahahahaha! I see... Die belongs to us traders, natural enemies!

They're gonna say terrible things.

(What is a natural enemy...)

He liked what Siaries said.

Hit Die on the shoulder often and repeatedly said she was a natural enemy. Even Iswill and, rarely, Accelina had enough to flatter the laughing Chancellor in advance.

I promised to visit Mariage again and they headed to their next appointment.

After breaking up with the Siaries, Die gave instructions to everyone to return.

I plan to take it in the hall with the mariages at noon. It also has the purpose of exchanging information with Rodimus. In contrast to the fold of his absence, he had to make an explanation, so the footsteps of the die were heavy without heart.

With slow walks, the sound of these shoes rings.

Leaving one intense hall of entry and exit, the little Scanagia Palace was very quiet.

A warm limestone floor with wooden skin colour. Rose quartz pillar. White painted walls. The sun is soft when the still thick windows invite you into the building.

"- Dita."

The die, telling the railing facing the blowout and walking down the hallway upstairs, stopped to his familiar voice.

Look downstairs. A group of people are walking because they think they have just arrived at the Scanagia Palace, Jr.

A blue based costume informs them of their affiliation - Perfilia's neighbors.

Among them was the Lord of voices.

Knight with reddish chestnut hair.

(Zeno Faranx)

He's a Perfilia knight who was taken care of in Marlen.

He wants something from a man who walks slowly behind him.

Maybe you two are close.

The man had his slightly fed up face pointed at Zeno.

Chancellor Perfilia, white, with golden thread hair and pale eyes.

"... ditlaut..."

Ditrout Yerni.

I don't know if a man overheard a zero name by accident.

I may have just looked to heaven to escape the knight's novel.

The man just looked up at the lid and looked straight back at the die.

Just for a moment.

The gaze is staggered.

I haven't seen a man in almost a year.

An even body or an endless face remains the same.

Standing upright reminds me of polished steel. The tighter the air touches, the sharper it is likely to slash.

Eye area with even dangerous colorful fragrances.

The pale eyes above it also dwell in the dark light.

I have tough eyes, I thought.

The makeup artist looking down the hallway upstairs at himself was a lot more grown up than I can remember.

Except with stretched hair in one bracket, it's no different to being a boy.

However, on the face of the unobtrusive, there is a peek of hardness when it comes to the glass.

The bluer the skin looks, the whiter it reminds me of virgin snow.

The cold in her moon-colored eyes seemed to represent the past year.

"Die?"

Are you surprised by the stopped die?

Yuma beside him snapped his neck.

"No......"

Die took his gaze off downstairs and walked out.

In the guise of nature, relax.

Don't let Yuma get suspicious.

Yuma immediately followed.

Neither the knights nor anyone has followed the end of Die's gaze.

While he was relieved by the matter, Die stepped out strongly.

To shake off the signs of a man.

"Dita?"

He realized that Ditrout's consciousness had slipped away.

Zeno frowns in surprise.

"Anything wrong?

"Nothing."

Ditrout resumed his steps. Civilians also keep pace.

Who DiTrout found upstairs. Probably nothing I noticed.

It should have been an instant.

"Brother."

Ditrout smiles at the king waiting for him at the end of the road.

Let yourself know this is the place to go.

On that day, representatives of eight countries and eleven organizations were all aligned in Little Scanavia.

- It is the opening of the Continental Conference.