The Queen’s Cosmetician

Die let go of his hand from his ear and looked up at the man blurry.

Unconsciously tickles but spins the question.

"... on my makeup... is there power?

Ditrout frowned in surprise.

"I'm guessing you're making the queen's mask, right?

"Welcome home"

"... Aren't you the one who's showing that brittle, short-tempered girl who just feels strong enough to be a tenacious queen to get things done patiently?

"It… is due to your own efforts, Master Mariage"

"The contents will be. I'm talking about appearance."

Titraut looked out. A garden that sinks across a wall of glass. A hint of light illuminates the implant.

The rose trees, stretched without gaps, remind me of the garden of Mizweeri.

"It must be your makeup that brought my daughter out so far that she said she didn't want to be queen, right? The dirty ones are sober. Weak ones are strong ones. Redo the impression and manipulate the result. What do you call it without calling it force?

Ditrout turns back to the die. With a face that doesn't even suspect a piece of certainty of speech.

He even solicited in a frustrating tone.

"It must be unusual to be a makeup artist. It does not involve being loyal to the Queen. Perimeter should have a foundation on which you can move."

The contour of the man seeps in and out.

"Why imitate your power? Why are you so burdened? Despite wearing a true lord of kingdom..."

Die's cheek, Shizuku told him, fell.

Squat while covering your mouth with one hand. I can't stop whimpering.

Ditrout's voice breaks.

There were signs of his breathtaking.

A man's shadow appears on the floor. Die cursorily raised his face.

A man with a slightly reduced distance was offering a handkerchief.

Die was reaching out reflexively and grabbing Ditrout's hand.

Push your eyes so that you can pull the hand in and squeeze it.

"Why, I can't believe it..."

Die spit out in a screaming voice.

What I've been, been, pushing in.

"Oh no! Because you will be gone......!!

Thunderstorm night.

A man leaves, two years.

The separation, he said, was something that had been decided from the beginning.

It was different for Die.

The truth is, the two of us, we were supposed to support Mariage.

We were supposed to support each other.

In the last six months, I've been noticed.

Mariage's foundation is fragile. Advanced aristocracy falls, misweeri with less patronage than the former. Heath Livot supported that.

Few are forceful in the means he uses. As a result, the corn that comes into being over time was something that he, over the years, should have reinforced.

Because they had left it, dissatisfaction had leaked from the nobles and propagated into the castle as well.

Not to denigrate Mariage. Even to make her a true national lord.

It is imperative to thicken the relationship with the people.

Knowing the size of the missing hole, desperate to fill it.

The more the effort is acknowledged, the less and less the meaning of being a makeup artist.

Everyone says we should leave makeup to the woman.

Even women can make faces.

to me who lived as a makeup artist.

It was hard.

It was very, very hard.

"Your makeup has power"

(How can you say that?)

Nothing else, I guess it's him.

He's the only one, I guess.

A man's hand is pulled out.

The shadow slipped away overhead.

Die took the hand towel that remained falling on his knees and held it around his eyes.

Cry so much. I wish my makeup hadn't come off.

I can't stop crying once the bounce came on. The handkerchief was immediately damp.

Next to the die, a man sat down.

Faster than the die looks up at the man's face, his arm turns to his back and slaps him on the shoulder.

Tong, tong, and.

Like giving up children.

Remains an unnatural distance.

My eyeballs get hot.

I was starting to show it to fit because of this.

(Terrible)

Terrible, sloppy.

Always is. Chill out, hurt me.

Rigid, spoil.

I used to be flabbergasted like this. Die then rejected this man.

Since then, he has started to draw lines with the die.

I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't let him go then.

He stares at the window. There is no evil appearance of criticism of the people of the Die country. Nor is it that I was upset that the die cried out.

The irritation creeps up.

On the cool side of a man.

Die poked his head at Ditrout's chest. A blunt impact passes over your forehead.

The man, who seemed to have been struck by surprise, leaked a groan and mouthed the question as he roared.

"... what the hell is it?

"... thought I'd put a snot on you"

I thought I'd put lipstick on my clothes, but Mariage's going to piss me off, so I weigh myself in.

Ditrout grabs the shoulder of the die and pulls all the strength on it. Die pressed his head and resisted.

After frequent attacks, a man abruptly releases his hand.

Die fell into his chest with a lot of momentum.

Ditrout re-hugs the die, jaws on his head and sighs.

"Do as you please"

A hand turned on his back flashes the die again.

It was easy to unwind my arms. I should have.

However, the body temperature, which softly wrapped the die, was horrible and pleasant.

The rhythm of a man's hand coincides with a heartbeat, echoed from his ear-eared chest.

"... Heath"

It wasn't spilled intentionally.

Return to me in your own voice. Die looked at the man scared.

He clenched his neck and dust.

"Yeah?"

(... it's Heath)

Both of us.

There's a man here who was laughing.

It had been quite a while if I had noticed. Tears also show subsidence, and breathing begins to get better.

Ditrout's hand stops and Die wakes up slowly.

I needed to be willing to pull the thread that entangled my body.

Correct your home and fix your clothes mess.

Die asked sideways what was going on next door. Fortunately, no makeup has been transferred to a man's clothing.

What if it's dirty?

I'm scared when I think calmly about the situation. I can't think of an explanation for the Siaries. You'll never miss it. That brilliant Prime Minister Zemnam.

"... weird"

Ditrout squeaks, who was twisting his body and checking his back.

Returning his hand towel, Die asked him.

"... what is it?

"Zeno's not coming"

Die noticed, yes. So are the assays.

"... did it happen in the case as well"

"I don't think so...... If anything happens, we must have news."

I hear that the magic engraved in the Little Scanagia Palace sounds an alarm when it senses an incident or intruder.

There won't be any bloodshed happening - no way.

Die shrugged at her unpleasant hunch.

"Still... making a fuss or something?

"Don't you realize the culprit is absent?... Well, it could be close"

When Ditrout darkens and shades his expression.

Is it possible that the situation is sometimes serious?

While the die became anxious, Ditrout lightly erased the color from his face.

"You won't have to worry about that. You are."

"What about me?

Ditrout did not respond to Die's query and stood up shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to keep waiting for me to pick you up?

Ditrout's query was a pale night.

Lost in judgment, Die asked.

"What do you do?

"If you say you're here, I'll go out with you.... Left alone, it's going to be a pain in the ass again."

The last word is superfluous.

The die points at the tip of his mouth.

"What do you think one is?"

"Until I gave my empirical opinion.... So, what do you want to do?

Wait or go back.

Ditrout offers his hand.

If the die tells you he's going back, I guess he's going to lead again. Discipline. Keep your distance.

Mutual position. attitude to take. The chill of a man, until the die cries out.

I remember them and Die groaned low.

"... nothing, if you don't want to lead the way, you don't have to"

"... that's not what I'm talking about"

"Because... you didn't want to come near me, did you?"

"Even you will. … what is it, suddenly"

Let the confusion and frustration seep in, and DiTrout says off.

"The situation now would be your fault in the first place. If you don't like the way things are, don't dress like that."

Coming.

Die sat in a daze at Ditrout.

"I'm sorry, dressed like this! Sorry for the inconvenience! Me, I'm waiting for the assays by myself, so please go home first!

"... were you listening to me earlier?

"I'm not moving from here! I'll wait for you to pick me up! As much as you don't want to walk with me anyway, you think it's weird. You haven't had a single compliment from the beginning!

You think it's unusual? You think you're dressed like that? There will be a few more ways to put it. as a social dictionary.

Die turned that way and waited until Ditrout walked away.

But he didn't move.

Ditrout squeaks in a distracted voice.

"... you wanted me to compliment you?

"... no!

Die argued forcefully.

No. I didn't expect that.

- Really?

I gripped my fist and complained to the die, a man makes me try to narrow my eyes.

He dropped his hips next door again.

Hands on his knees, looking at the universe in the conceived wind, he tells the die.

"It's cute."

"... you don't have to compliment me like I put it on"

"Honest thoughts, though"

"Your compliments are a lie."

"I won't deny it, though.... It's cute."

I don't want you to repeat it pale. More lies.

Move your face away from the man.

Through frustration, I'm getting sad.

What are you doing? I am.

It always is against this man. It works, I can't calm down.

Pinched in silence, caught in the sieve, his arm pulled hard.

A man turned his face to his ear and whispered in a plundering voice.

"Beautiful."

The softer.

It was a feverish, amaya voice.

Ditrout releases his hand from his arm.

I can't hold my breath and my chest is painful.

My face, it's hot.

"Ugh."

Die slapped Ditrout's chest more and more as he roared.

The fist is gently taken away, and Ditrout repeats.

"It's beautiful."

"Enough, I understand."

"... satisfied?

"I did."

"Then... shall we go"

Ditrout pulls Die's hand and makes him stand up.

Isn't that what I was talking about? Die was bewildered by Ditrout's forceful behavior.

"Wait, me"

"Waiting for a pick up with no sign of coming, you won't be able to make it to the main meal"

If you're here, you should rendezvous along the way, DiTrout says.

"It's time for us to go back"

Go to the banquet venue.

Each other, beneath the master.

Die laughed bitterly.

"Right."

Mariage is also asking about the situation. He must be carving wrinkles between his brows.

I have to go home.

I chose her.

A man gives his arm to the lead.

As the die tangled his own it, he advised in a somewhat sinister voice.

"Don't get too stuck"

Die felt a sense of ready-to-see.

I think I've been told the same dialogue before.

Was that - at the night club at the Gertrude house?

"Hard to walk?

"... yes"

Ditrout affirmed, but the move did not come to pass.

It's like dancing alone. An elegant work while spearheading people.

Die said as he took a step.

"I forgot to tell you."

"What?

"You look great, too."

A man with a proper round of eyes groans low with a beating, seemingly complicated face.

"You don't have to praise me like I put it on."

Die silently slapped the man's arm on his frying leg.

I heard the circumstances from the queens of the Don fans, apologized from the queen of Farrill, and in front of the three blue assays, Mariage's thoughts are only one.

(I want to go back)

Untie the stiffened hair, change from dinner clothes to soft night clothes, cage her in the bedroom and whisk the wine, while letting the die relax her body -... the problem is she's not here.

Mariaj sneers at the Ass. These incompetents. If it wasn't in the eyes of the crowd, I would have slapped the fan and yelled.

I should have ordered myself. Keep an eye on the die.

The wild horses dispersed to scatter the spider child on the sword curtain of Mariage. Only the parties and those who urged Ditrout to take the die remain in front of Mariage.

"I'm sorry, Queen Mariage. My officer."

"Don't worry about it. This officer was immature again."

Fortunately, it did not develop into a matter of inter-state importance.

Mariage glanced at Fortuna after breaking the story to Farrill's queen, who repeatedly apologizes.

The Queen of Doppelgum protests with her nose whispered.

"I just made what I thought was the best point on the spot."

"Best? Something to pull you away from the escort? I wonder how you will take responsibility if anything happens, Queen Fortuna"

"Queen Mariage, please calm down"

The Sirleys show a rare rush. Mariage grinned cold. Even Rodimus is not close, but it is a good courage to speak.

But even the prime minister of the great kingdom, his face had never been drawn before.

"... I was reckless in endorsing. However, Chancellor Yerni will not harm His Majesty's national seal on this occasion. I know how calm he is, and I can't imitate him carelessly..."

Sirleys' intentions suck.

Mariage sighed.

"That man won't hurt a die."

Although it could be injurious.

Those two wear extra masks easily when they have other people's eyes.

The problem is when we're alone. Mariage doesn't trust their reason.

(I want to get over it, I want to get over it, I want to get over it)

Mariage allowed herself to escape reality.

Let's get ready. There can't be anything - it's already happening, rather.

"What are you guys doing?

Mariage roared at the assays, who remained motionless standing on the bar.

"Pick her up now."

Queen Mariage, please wait.

The men who were about to rush out stepped on a dance.

The queen of mouthed dong fans pointed to the door leading to the conference hall.

"It looks like Chancellor Yerni's Kingsguard is back..."

I knew immediately why she was stuck in words.

Xeno Faranx. The Knight of Perfilia, who also knows Mariage, should have picked up his master, but only one.

Rodimus, who was silent in fear of Mariage, asks as he walks over to Zeno.

"... Sir Faranx. Isn't Chancellor Yerni with you?

"Prime Minister Tedius. Oh, uh, looking for our prime minister?

Frustrated by Zeno's gruesome response, Mariage stuffed him.

"Where's my makeup artist?

"Excuse me. Sir Faranx. Why are you alone? Where are the Yerni Chancellors?

Siaries also ask questions. She's not the only one. Looks like the Don fan queens have been chasing us too.

Surrounded by a breath, Zeno shows a wolf.

"No... I can't see him"

"Ha!? Weren't you there?

"You won't be able to go anywhere. It's the main road. If you go outside, there's an alarm..."

"Did you look well?

"Uh, ma, wait. I asked myself if I did go to the conference hall..."

"I went. Definitely."

"Ass. Go quickly. Check it out."

Behind Fabian's powerful assertions, Mariage commanded the Asses. He runs out and the other two knights follow.

"Iswill, look at the playroom.... Your Majesty. Outreach, maybe he's coming back here."

"It's time for a meal."

Don't fan queen tells you to comfort.

"One more, and maybe I'm missing it. I told our officer to look around the hall, too. … let us go up first"

She urges me to walk out to the middle and second floors.

"Fine. I'm sure you just went a little wrong..."

Mariage gripped the fan hard as she heard the words hanging from everyone.

The middle and second floors when we got there were busy. Looks like he's already moved quite a bit out of the hall.

One of them acknowledges the mariage and slowly turns around.

Beautifully dressed Queen Perfilia.

Pinched quite a distance, her face even covered in a veil, seemed mariage.

She sharply narrows the same pale eyes as the man.

- Again, let's get ready.

Nothing's supposed to happen, because there isn't.