The Queen’s Cosmetician

The sorcerer was alone.

He greeted Die first.

"You're the one with the national chapter of Del Ligueiria. I'm Eugrid Sais. I'm a magician in Doppelgum. Go ahead, get to know me."

"Die."

"Please call me Seyce. Because that's your name."

Pretend to be first person, just like when Fortuna was.

The name was designated, sweet to your words, and Die smiled at Seyce.

"How come you're here?

"To see my old friends"

He looked out for the Dadans and Seyce turned to Die.

"But I was lucky. I'd like to see you. Are you home to Scarlet Hall yet?

"I intend to."

"How can we just give you a little time?

Side by side with a sinister-faced civilian, Die often silences.

"- Well, maybe, you'll be fine."

There's plenty of time.

Seyce finally moved her face to a soothing look.

"Good. … Let's go over there."

Leaving the Dadans alone, Seyce heads to the colloquial table. Die looked up to three members of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry.

They're assuming you're not invited. They smiled bitterly and sent out a die.

The crowd gathers their eyes on the die away from the Ardams.

Several of the crowd stepped on their feet. Those who spoke loudly to the Die. I also think I've seen a familiar face, but there's no way I know the Virgin Church. Protected by the Ubales, Die followed Seyce in silence.

When we got to the colloquial table, the knights attached to the placement. Draw a veil that a civilian separates from the eyes of others.

Seyce lit the "Silence" charm stone and exhaled as if it was a pain in the ass.

"That's inconvenient, even if it's just the hall, the technique is forbidden.... I don't have a choice."

"Can Mr. Seyce use the art of silencing?

"Yeah. I can do most things... But not as good as Mr. Alvina."

That one, wow, said Seyce in a flat voice.

Doesn't sound admirable at all. But this paleness is also like him.

"Is she here?

"Is it Alvey you want to see?"

"Yeah. I have a lot to ask.... missed an opportunity during this time"

Because Luna softened him, and Seyce muttered with a slightly bitter voice.

"I apologize again."

"I don't mind. Your Majesty Fortuna's harsh words are most appropriate."

"But that was a complete eight."

"Eight hits?

"Your majesty resembles the enemy of Luna's flesh and mother."

Die glanced at Seyce's confession.

Put your hands together on your knees and Seyce asks Die.

"Do you know the one who founded Doppelgum?

"Is this a story that originally belonged to Maisenburg? His Majesty Fortuna made it to independence."

"Yes. It is a land pattern planted with many silver trees, and as a stronghold for attractive stone production, it was exploited for many years. Luna is the daughter of the village chief there."

"Oh, I see..."

Fortuna was amazingly blended into the inhabitants of the village. In contrast to Mariaj, who floats no matter how much she looks at her clothes.

Die asked coldly.

"What the hell does that story have to do with the disrespect of His Majesty Fortuna the other day?

"I'll skip the details, but Luna is drawing the blood of a Maisemble nobleman. The relative burned the village of Luna.... an obnoxious marriage was lifted against my aristocratic daughter and I grabbed Luna's sister to take her place. Luna's sister looked just like her. Massacre is mouth sealing."

Fortuna apparently tried to create a country to protect the surviving villagers.

The guts I looked up to.

"Your majesty looks like that nobleman."

"Do you think so? So, he sympathizes with His Holiness Fortuna and wants you to forgive him."

"No, I just explained. It's not refreshing to be the enemy when you don't know anything."

Seyce seems sincere.

Die sighed out of his shoulder strength.

"... that story is something you really shouldn't talk about, right?"

"I was wondering if I could just listen to you."

Seyce seems to be of a disciplined nature.

"What do you want to know about Alvey?

"If I can't speak directly from you, I'll go ask. I want you to give me a convenience."

"I can't make up my mind in one place. Why did you do that?

"Because Mr. Alvina is going to be able to save me."

Die creased between his eyebrows. It makes too little sense.

Seyce looked around at the lid and said with her eyes narrowed to nostalgia.

"I'm out of Maisemble. created sorcerer as part of Maisemble's study of sorcery"

"The Magic Study of Maisemble, is it?

"Biological weapons, I guess. Terminally."

"... Huh?

Die asked back unheard words.

Seyce explains it.

Apparently, Maisemble had been conducting research to impart magic powers to magicians. Powerful magicians were on the one hand diminishing year after year, so they were carried out as confidential to enhance the power of the nation.

Mage A year that stretched to the point of fusing the magic of others to highly educated children.

A certain girl was brought to the Devil's Principality.

"I think a witch of doom is a fairy tale, right? But she was real. Scarlet hair reminiscent of the Virgin, with silver eyes to move to seven colors, girl...... would be enough adults if she were alive. Maisemble repeated her experiments to extract her magic and fuse it with us. I'm a survivor."

The majority of the personnel in charge at the time are dead. But I can't say for sure that none of them are. It is troublesome even if they come to Doppelgum knowing the survival of Seyce. He declined the national chapter so that he didn't have to walk around selling his face as much as possible.

He holds the position as head of a Doppelgum mage, but is actually often caged in a lab.

"It's not a curse that Maisemble is doomed. Her rampant magic and the magic she stored to grant us caused a detonation."

The formations of magic storage were laid in the basement of Greater Scanazia.

I sought strength, but I deserved it.

Die had a headache.

You shouldn't confess to such confidentiality, Pompom.

Seyce laughs bitterly.

"You should talk about it. I don't believe anyone. For everyone... the Virgin's teachings and curses are more important"

"I see you're right.... So what, Alvey saves you?

"I thought Mr. Alvina would know. How to remove magic from me."

Seyce's voice lacks discouragement.

But a little more than usual, it seemed like a cage of strength.

"It doesn't mean taking out the magic accumulated with the topcoat. I want to reduce my own magic."

"Why? Being a powerful magician would be a great force for Mr. Luna."

"Right. But if I keep doing this, sooner or later, I'm gonna have to leave under Luna."

I don't connect blood, Sayce said.

Although not recognized today, the amount of each other's intrinsic magic seems important for conceiving a child.

If there is a discrepancy in the parent's magic power, the child's magic power is divided equally into the total amount of the parent's magic power, the normal upper limit.

That's also a limited story when the magic of a woman's father is high, he said.

If the magic of a man's parents is high, blood doesn't connect.

Sayce said with a smile on her face.

Luna said she liked me.

Die stared at Seyce unexpectedly.

He snaps his neck with the same face as usual.

"What's going on?

"I don't know... I'm here right now, because I didn't expect to get a romantic consultation... So, Seyce likes Luna, too."

"Yeah."

Seyce affirms lightly.

Die looked up at the ceiling.

Where the hell was I doing here?

Ignore the mess of the die, and Seyce keeps talking.

"Luna must be the queen, right? Doppelgum is an emerging country, and in order to stabilize the country, we have to decide quickly on a companion to give birth to heirs"

"Oh, Mr. Luna doesn't have a king's wife yet, does he?"

"I'm running around. Me."

"... the hard work around you, I guess. But even if you didn't become king's mate, do you need to leave the country?

"My personal emotional problems.... Do you like anyone?

A sudden change of subject.

Die said.

"... what is it?"

"No, if you're there, even if you're not, I want you to imagine. I don't think you'd like to see someone you like go in there with every day. I don't like it."

"Oh, that's..."

Die exhaled.

"No, maybe"

"I'm glad I got your consent. So, I'm looking for a way to reduce my magic."

"... I'll ask Alvey."

(I don't think I know)

Die shrugged in his chest.

At any rate, Alvina herself has a high degree of magic and performs a magic seal.

If you mean you can lower your intrinsic magic, she'll be running it.

"Dear Setra"

Called by a civilian, Die took a seat. He looks so scared.

"You're done talking. I'm going now."

"Yeah. Sorry about the pull."

"I tell you what! Taking on your request is not kind. I will also report to Mariaj."

"To Your Majesty? Uh... right. Yeah, it's the only way."

Don't get mad at me later, and with a voice of no seriousness, Seyce blurred.

He smiled and said.

"Thanks.... you'll get more loans"

I don't know if I can still be saved.

The eight countries participating in the conference are also given a break room near the Scarlet Hall.

A very sinister face returned when the die reported to the master, who had often returned.

"There's a crease between your eyebrows, Master Mariage. You'll accumulate colored powder."

"You... don't you have anything else to say?

"We're back safe!

"It's not about putting your chest up! He's got two knights!

"Well, if there's a problem here, you're in trouble."

"I'm not saying..."

"Yikes, Yikes, Yikes, Yikes!

Sentenced to a chick-mouth sentence by the power of Mariage all over her body, Die collapsed firmly on a seated chair. The bone stings. Unusual and painful.

Die excused himself while suppressing his hot cheeks somewhat there.

"Nothing. I'm not pressing Mr. Seyce to talk confidentially! Mr. Seyce took the liberty of exposing a lot of things!

"Why are you following me?"

"You think it might be a secret envoy from Queen Fortuna!

"I think you're going to make all that contact. Congratulations on your head!

"Though that's true when it comes to emotion theory! This is a place for politics!? I can think of a romantic consultation!?

"You can't come up with that!

"Right!?

My husband and I looked at each other often.

You're exhaling deeply at the same time. Dropped.

Assé, who was bypassing the argument, swims his eyes and gives out a help boat.

"No change in the fact that the die brought back important news, I suppose, Your Majesty"

"Assé is right. It's an important story..."

Rodimus also agreed with his brother in the tone he tells himself.

"Inheritance issues dictate the fate of the country, and the matter of its spouse is only one more thing. Yeah."

The Siaries have forsaken the Queen's throne in that they cannot have children in Zemnam. The Chancellor looks better suited to her temperament, and it's still good because she had Atalaxia and Accelina.

Doppelgum will be serious.

If she does not give birth to an heir, the queen of that country will have to adopt a son. That's what makes the survival of the Maisemble aristocrats get their blood daughter into their hands. In order not to vandalize the country, the queen herself must obtain the king's due and leave her own blood.

Rodimus says with a bitter laugh.

"In the meantime, let's just leave it there"

"Huh? I told Alvey I'd check it out."

"Did you make a promise?

"Ah.... uh sorry......"

If you think calmly, promises shouldn't be exchanged cheaply.

Rodimus did not accept Die's apology. I reprimanded the civilian with the die instead.

"We'll have to stop it properly!

"Sorry......"

Civilians must have been werewolf, too. The content of the story was too diagonal to the expectations.

"Don't you mind if I check with Alvina?

Mariage mentioned it in a tired face.

"You're just checking to see if you can pull out the magic, right? Or have you even promised to cooperate, if possible?

I'm not going to go that far.

"Wouldn't that be nice? But it's your job to supervise Alvina so you don't teach it to yourself, Die."

"I know. I'll tell you when I ask."

Alvina at the time is not here.

She's not the only one. Mages are forbidden to enter near the Scarlet Hall.

Ha-ha-ha, and a throat at at an ominous grin, Mariage declares.

"I'll sell you more favors than I can beat you to death in that country, to that woman."

Die's master is really obsessive.

She still has it in her roots about being slandered at Clan Hive.

But more than that, the truth about that country is that it will be troubling if you don't still stand.

If yet another nation is doomed, is there no room within the continent to be accepted?

Because that's why they opened it.

This meeting is.

In the first place, what caused decisive fatality to the dying Maisemble was also the absence of heirs.

Greater Scanagia is no longer inhabitable land by demons. Lost a lot of human resources, financial resources.

Still, as long as the Maisemble public remained, it should have been possible to rebuild.

Alive, to be exact.

The sister of the last king Ashburn.

She is the last of the Virgin's direct line, and she has proclaimed it.

I can't want a child on my own.

"I am the end of Maisemble"

"... gathered people"

Opening ceremony of this meeting.

Aligned by country in the Scarlet Hall, Die saw the exiled princess.

A lady of the same age as Atalaxia.

Braided black brown hair. The skin is white and the inky garment makes its colour more prominent.

Worried eye area. Bloodless thin tickles.

There are signs of illness from lean and thin bodies.

Grand Duke Almaldi, lord of Little Scanazia.

The princess, who was at the perish of the country, continued to be exposed to high concentrations of magic. Witchcraft is now contraindicated around her helped.

Fortuna developed Demonic Madness by repeating "Top Paint".

I can tell because I saw her.

For Armaldi, magic can no longer be a death inducement.

She is the reason why the area around the Scarlet Hall is forbidden to magicians.

The symbol of the great power of witchcraft no longer goes hand in hand with witchcraft.

Some appealed for the rebirth of their country, but Armaldi's will was stiff. Condemning the Virgin's direct lineage was repelled by religious notions.

Those who remained aristocratic and powerful scattered to other nations.

As a result of the intertwining of various thoughts, Almaldi awaits death in this little Scanagia with a few Maisemble nobles.

she said.

"The unexpectedness in my body caused much confusion to this western beast, much disgrace as a wish for peace and the end of the Virgin Cynthia. May the opening of this land as at least a atonement for the sins committed by my brother help everyone who can determine the fate of the continent."

She didn't apologize.

On the point that the bloodline repainted the fate of countless people.

Is it blasphemy to the Virgin who thinks so?

Armaldi tells him quietly.

"We will hold a meeting now. - Bless the lost Virgin."