The Queen’s Cosmetician

Ditrout kneels down in front of Accelina to greet her.

"Thank you very much, Her Majesty Queen Accelina, for your earlier meeting. I have been given many precious words by Chancellor Siaries."

"Ugh. My country has learned a lot more than Perfilia. The Chancellor was incredible."

Your Majesty, this is Chancellor Yerni.

Siaries points me out and Accelina says it again.

"... Eru"

I can't tell you.

Ugh, and Accelina pulled the crease in regret.

Ditrout softly breaks up the rapport.

"My last name is difficult for adults to pronounce. Never mind, Your Majesty."

Gently labored by Perfilia's prime minister, Accelina blushes in embarrassment.

Sirleys, this one, and the wand rang and distracted Ditrout.

"I'm sorry."

"No."

Ditrout rises by returning a denial to the apologetic Siaries.

The Queen of Don Fans asked in wonder.

"Is Chancellor Yerni alone? Aren't you with Queen Serenesty?

"My lord, you do not feel well, you are rested away. I wanted to say hello again to all of you for the lunch. Please forgive me for seeing this place alone."

"Oh well, that's... I just wanted to say hello."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ditrout, who praised him with his right hand against his chest, now turns back to the die. He thanked him and Die also sat down with the costume hem in his hand.

"Good day, Ms Setra"

"Good day, Chancellor Yerni. I know you were tired at the meeting earlier."

"Not so much.... It's unusual that you dress like that"

That's what I'm missing. It's like seeing a rare beast.

Die smiled and turned his lukewarm eyes toward Perfilia's prime minister.

"Not these days either."

"Really?"

Ditrout's grin chills more.

Apparently he's not even going to die for one of his rhetoric. It's a terrible difference to line up other women's phrases.

Zeno, standing next to Ditrout, stares at the die. It's a confused face. Die muttered to him.

When one street greeted him, he said, and Fortuna steamed back the topic.

"What is that gathering over there? Did you know that? Queen Farine."

"Yeah, well..."

Everyone's gaze gathers on the die.

Fortuna hesitated to ask.

"You're a die...... right? What did you do?

"I have nothing."

Farrill's officer ignored the assay and took Die's hand and invited him to dance.

Sigh leaked out of nowhere when Die stated the beginning of the

Sirleys squeaks watching a distant crowd.

"There's no sign of dissolution. What's going on?

"Zeno, let's see how it goes.... don't get mixed up"

On instructions from Ditrout, Zeno heads under the assays.

He spoke to several people - as they were, drawn into one circle.

Zeno doesn't show up this way even if he waits.

Ditrout stares at the group.

The Queen of Dong Fans exhaled, troubled.

"This... sounds like you should be quiet and watch how it goes"

"I hope it dissolves naturally. You can come here like that, but if you do..."

I watch Die with care as the Siaries groan.

Die looked up at the ceiling. How did this happen?

"Shouldn't we be hiding somewhere?

"It's the mountains that want us to do that, but the other side and the escort are there."

I can't move alone, Die told Fortuna.

Each of the other faces has a reason to stay out of the hall. The queen of the dong fans, the queen's mate, is at Asse's. The Queen must not leave her husband behind. Apparently Accelina and Siaries haven't finished greeting each other either. I can't go out with one die.

Fortuna, whose proposal has been rejected by the die, leans down and shows the sleigh she envisions.

Often.

She raised her face all the way up and turned a smile as brilliant as Cowaii to the die.

"Why don't you escort Prime Minister Yerni away from here!

'... what?

Unexpectedly, I moaned with vegetables.

It won't be my fault that I overheard Ditrout's voice.

It doesn't stand out, but Delligeria and Perfilia are not friendly. His husband Fortuna couldn't have heard about the visit from Fabian, who was there on the spot.

Isn't this harassment?

"I'm going to die for anything!

Fabian melts as she eats her elbows from the queen into her belly.

Fortuna continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"Will Chancellor Yerni have now done the same and finished his greeting round?

"I have an escort over there, too. You can't just leave here on your own."

"Take a woman to a safe place."

A woman should not wander alone, but if she is a man, she has no complaints. Even more so if that's what you have a big name for.

Ditrout, sealed with a pretext to say no, deepens his grin. It's very sweet around you.

"Fortunately, Chancellor Yerni doesn't seem to have anyone tonight."

"Saia, what do you think?

"Right......"

Questioned by the Queen of Don Fans, Siaries sees a die.

The Chancellor of Zemnam, of course, knows about the pattern between Delligeria and Perfilia.

There will be two of us with the national chapters of two evil nations.

I was wondering if you could break that circumstance to avoid.

Siaries glances at the young queen practicing bumps and pronunciation diagonally behind her.

Turning to the Dies, she chuckled and echoed Fortuna's opinion.

"Aren't you sure?

Traitor!

Die scolded the Siaries all over his chest.

I guess that thought made sense. Siaries smiles bitterly and says the rest of the words.

"Chancellor Yerni is so reputable to your ladies when she is really too gentle... Because you don't seem to be confused by the beauty of the die either. Unlike other lords."

The Siaries give the men around them a quick run of their eyes.

An empty laugh leaked from them.

A man's hand wrapped in gloves is offered in front of the die.

He let his gaze pass from his hands to his arms and shoulders, and Die looked up at the Perfilia Prime Minister.

Ditrout has a slight grin on his mouth.

I had given up in my eyes.

he said.

"Hands, if you please."

"Otherwise, you'll be suspicious"

It was so strongly pushed by the queens of other countries. I can't even refuse.

Die himself told me if I could get away from this place.

Die took care of his grin and took Ditrout's hand.

Ditrout holds Die's hand. Its power is neither weak nor strong.

It just made me feel a little nervous.

Ditrout looks back at the Siaries.

"Chancellor Calestia, may I ask for a message? My escort and to her escort. He said to pick me up."

"Accepted.... Which way are we headed? Secondary?"

"No......"

Ditrout punctuated the words in silence, then answered to the conference hall.

"There will be few people now, and that's the main road there. The escorts will not work, and they will be picked up."

The beginning is simple. I played with a serious man with a beautiful daughter in half. The man who made fun of it just couldn't see it. The men around me just went bad.

Everyone was secretly meeting socially on long journeys and shrinking their bodies and minds. For the dissipation of congestion, the knights of Alla del Ligueiria were used. Zeno sympathizes heartily with the man who is tanned at the center of the wheel.

The men gathered were varied: those who defended the men of Delligeria, those who synchronized with the men of Farrill, those who watched their accomplishments in the interesting half. From the side, it looks important, but if you cross into a circle, you can see that everyone disciplines themselves. It has not led to a decisive national transport problem. Later, though, it may sound like our minds in diplomacy.

The daughter, who ascended one after the other, at the edge of the mouth of the men gathered, was, indeed, extraordinarily jealous.

Her hair was all black silk and her skin was glowing with pearls. The luxurious lines from thin neck to chest are smooth enough to soothe and tickle a little on the adorable built face, that ripe fruity mistletoe. End up with a compelling word.

Xeno and I might have been talking.

Unless you even care about something.

(Wasn't that kid... a boy?

A makeup artist with a national chapter in Del Ligueiria should have been a boy.

No.

Was it really, was it?

Zeno had not checked the roster that was up when Perfilia entered the country. The makeup artist's appearance and standing behavior were all the boy's.

(So I knew, even a man, I thought)

The Queen of Doppelgum knew the makeup artist was a woman.

I was surprised by the change in its appearance, but did not doubt its gender.

As far as dittrout goes, I'm not even surprised.

(Nah, I have a hunch)

The Zeno's masters think that makeup artist is a man.

Even so, DiTrout...

"Good day, Ms Setra"

I knew exactly who that girl was.

"Isn't that a bad idea? Dita."

Zeno, alone, got out of a circle of people. The observation is over. We need to get back under our friends to escort and pursue it as soon as possible, depending on what happens.

But there's nowhere in the hall where Ditrout was until earlier.

Prime Minister Zemnam, sitting in a chair between the walls, invited Xeno to panic.

"... in the conference room?

"He tells me to pick you up"

The Siaries explained how it was and Zeno was a bloody thought.

The queens forced me to push the makeup artist. That's good.

Wherefore is the destination of the meeting room?

If it was on the middle and second floors, Serenesty was there.

(No, is that why?

As he walked out, Xeno shrugged again.

"Not good? It."

Lift and descend multiple stairs and walk down the hallway. An equally spaced candlestick dyes and illuminates the walls orange and draws a circle of light on the red of the carpet.

It was quiet. There are few signs of one. I just slipped away with a couple of men and women on the way back.

With the exception of greeting them, DiTrout is silent. Still, his guidance was accurate, and Die was never lost in motion. If you move your foot in the direction determined by the arm, an auxiliary hand will be provided in front of you.

(Nobody's watching it, so I wish I could let it go)

I can't see my arm untied in the ditlout. He continued to lead the die while maintaining a certain amount of time.

There seemed to be no one in the circular conference hall at the destination.

A number of benches are silent, handed out over a wide, curved passage. deepest part of it. In a long chair in a position overlooking the garden, Ditrout sat the die.

Ditrout did not sit down. Stand with your back in the column in the form opposite the die.

And he lit a charm stone and early, he sighed grandly.

"... so why are you dressed like that?

Is that the first voice?

Die stares at the man, pointing at his mouth.

"I'm sorry. It's about the number of escorts."

"Oh, you didn't have a female knight"

"... with a good understanding"

There were no women from the aristocratic class who could attend this dinner party to be exact.

Attendees are asked whether their position or origin is correct. There is also such a part of the format.

If the die acts as a woman, we can place three escorts.

"How many escorts did you attach, and you seem to leave your role unattended, that doesn't make any sense"

Ditrout's words were spicy. It is sad that I can fully agree with you.

Ditrout arms up and poisons.

"By and large, at the point of dressing as a woman, you can predict this kind of noise, right? What's Mariage thinking?"

"Don't speak ill of Your Majesty. We had no problem with Del Ligueiria!

"Naturally! Do you have an idiot with a national seal where you stand out?

Die stiffened himself to the fury of Ditrout.

Ditrout, who admitted it, drops his voice with an awkward look.

"... a man's side of origin would be a shield in the country. But there's only one equivalent here."

"Nobody thinks it's gonna be like this in one woman's outfit."

"... you, have you forgotten why you've lived as a man in the first place?

Asked by a man in a dark voice, Die stuffed his breath all the time.

Ditrout knows.

The origin of the die, and the snoring.

Die asked, wanting to cry.

"Am I, after all, beautiful?

"... I think all the compliments that everyone in the room gave you are from the bottom of their heart."

He said it was tricky.

Everyone said.

I wanted it to be just a compliment.

Every time she dresses beautifully in a woman's outfit and glances into the mirror, Die sees her mother there.

"I knew... to my mother, similar?

"... if your father's painted portrait lady asks if you look alike, yes"

You look relaxed and sober.

He was a terrible slut, a natural whore.

That's what a die would have lived for if it was meant to be.

I'm not going to disparage that position. Die loves the geishas who raised him. I also know their bullying. Even if he was raised as a whore, Die would have been proud of that raw.

But Die has lived as a makeup artist.

Yet everyone seems to marvel at the gift of motherhood over its skill.

Die bit his lower lip and leaned down.

I can hear Ditrout sighing.

"How did you, the makeup artist, get a whole bunch of noble ladies?

"There are a lot of things I'd rather take as a woman than as a man."

"Since when?

"Why do I have to talk to you so much?

"So let me guess"

Die slowly raised his face.

I say it over the arm that Ditrout put together, with a tongue and a finger.

"A man who deals with makeup that for many years had been lightened, even though it remained to give the national seal to the craftsmen that the Queen had taken up during her candidacy. For the sake of bringing down the queen, no one is more suitable. The Hordes are now frustrated by the problem of places that emit ends to the displaced. They disconnect that the queen who cannot solve them is incompetent. I'm also convinced that she chose to have a national seal."

Die blocked both ears.

It didn't seem like I was going to stop telling DiTrout.

"One in two to shut up a loud outfield. Show your overwhelming skill. Do you want me to bond with you, deepen your relationship, and make you unable to speak out? In your case, I guess the latter. Del Ligueiria's socialisation begins in earnest from the fourth month…. In the last six months or so? You're imitating something like that."

DiTrout was accurately describing the situation.

It's as if I've seen it.

"Based on what's going on here, you're not passing through with a woman perfectly, are you? Male and female roles, it's not sane to act separately. Double the burden. That makes the filling of detail sweeter. I can't even expect it to be like this. - No one and he's really incompetent."

Ditrout tells me to throw up.

Die argued.

"That's not true"

"No, I'm incompetent."

Ditrout broke off.

"Your makeup has power"

The queen did recognize her powers and give her the national seal, makeup artist.

I can't protect or handle that. It's just incompetence, the man said.