The Queen’s Cosmetician

There is no indication at all that someone will come from the hall.

"Waiver of duty is a good place."

Damn him, and DiTrout poisons him. That guy. It's a rare call for him, Die flashed.

"Is Mr. Zeno... your exclusive?

I didn't see any contact between him and Ditrout when Die met him face to face at Zeno and Perfilia. But in Little Scanagia, they always act together.

With an astonishing eye on the die, Dietraut answers the question.

"Zeno is the head of my Kingsguard.... Oh, you were seeing me in Marlen"

"... did I say anything strange?

"... because I'll call you close"

Die is not exchanging words in Zeno and Little Scanagia. When Die recognized Zeno properly, Ditrout soon apparently noticed.

"I'm not close... We did well at Marlen. It feels cheap, doesn't it?"

"Sometimes it's hard to get too familiar."

Die didn't miss the change in the expression of the exhaling man.

"You're close."

"Where do you think you are now?

"Because... I was laughing a little bit"

It wasn't just a face talking about escorts.

Ditrout said he failed.

He explained with hesitation.

"... I'm a man I've known a long time. I'm from a famous family and I have power. He was one of my friends who helped me before I took up this position."

"... Really?"

Hitting the match, Die gripped his chest.

This man has a friend.

The obvious fact was somehow heavy on my chest.

I felt like this man was being poked at for being a Perfilia person.

Ditrout continues the conversation.

"Sir Tedius is not coming either."

"I hope it's not too violent..."

I'm not picking you up. That means you're held back by something.

"If you don't meet anyone in the hall, I'll go back and see what happens first."

"What about me?

"Please wait a moment in front of me. If nothing happens, call your knight or I'll pick you up"

Nice, and, pushed, Die snorted. Whatever you wear in men's clothes, even in women's clothes, you struggle to escape or hide yourself. I can't handle anything.

Ditrout considerations would be appreciated. But the feeling is complicated.

"... you don't have to protect me that much..."

"Don't talk like that until you get rid of the habit of getting into trouble."

"I'm not going in there"

"Why don't you attract me?

"... I'm here"

"Then be quiet and protected.... Have you fixed the habit of being distracted by something and running out on your own, moving places on your own, or getting lost?

"... it... is it a habit..."

Various cases involving the past cross the back of the brain. Ditrout has a frightened face on a far-eyed die.

"Now your knights are quite right."

"... Speaking of which, is my knight, Ass... meant to be Sir Tedius?

Before being questioned about past failures, Die rushed off topic.

Ditrout stays raw with his eyes, yes, but, returns an affirmation.

"Sir Tedius is a knight, my escort, but not my knight. You're just following me with the life of Mariage."

Assé is in a position to defend the mariage if it were meant to be. Even if there was an Alvina devil, the dai would be in danger, so the mariage I saw decided to attach the assay.

"Didn't Sir Tedius cause this commotion in an attempt to protect you?

"Hmmm...... I think so, though. There's been a bit of a lot going on lately, and you're saying you're solidifying on trying to protect me... He's usually a calm, nice guy, though. Treat me as a friend from Backtown."

"... I see?

Ditrout laughs.

"That's pathetic"

"... poor thing, is it?

Die asked the parrot back.

"No...... Because you don't seem to understand his thoughts."

"Do you understand?

"I can imagine. Right..."

He put his hand on his mouth and thought it out before stating it.

"For example, if you failed with makeup, you would want to salvage it. The more failures you overlap. What's next, and don't you think?

"... I think"

"It will be the same in his case. If you fail twice or three times, it's not strange that you have to defend yourself this time from the bullying as a knight."

"Oh... is that what you mean..."

There are also points to be made in the behavior of Ass these days. The question I had here dissolved. It would have been quicker to understand if you had replaced yourself and your position.

Die glanced up at the man to thank him and frowned at him with a thin grin.

"... something... maybe not?

"No? Why?

"You look horrible"

"That's terrible. Do you have any scratches on my description?

"Hmm, I'm not..."

"I'm just guessing. I don't know if it's true."

DiTrout is right. Besides, what he uttered is advice. It is not intended to cause dissonance with the Assay to occur.

"Right...... For one thing, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The figure of a man responding with a soft voice now overlaps with him in the distant days.

Die unconsciously turned himself over to the man. Grasp his arm, which is tangled, with empty hands.

It's all the way to the hall.

When this main road is interrupted, gentle times come to an end.

We return to our ministers, who offer allegiance to separate kings.

(... I wonder if I can)

After this peaceful conversation.

After remembering his temperature.

My legs, they're heavy.

I think I got sand stuffed in my lower body.

Ditrout stopped. Die snapped his neck.

"... what's up?

"That's our dialogue."

Ditrout becomes sinister on the question of the die.

"... my face is blue. Are you not feeling well?

"Huh? No.... Oh, but"

The torso may be painful.

Probably because I tightened it with my underwear. But can I tell Ditrout about it?

"I'll be back a little bit."

"Huh?"

Ditrout abruptly inverts Die's body. And started turning back the way it was proclaimed.

Where he stopped is the corner of the corridor halfway down the road. Large windows with bolts line one side.

Ditrout started messing with one of the keys.

"... what are you doing?

"I'm going outside."

"Huh? Can you get out?

"On the terrace. You better hit the wind a little."

Several of the large windows are doors and they say you can see the courtyard from the terrace.

"You know very well"

"It was in the description of the venue. There were a couple of pairs out there when I was on my way."

"... I hadn't noticed at all..."

I was just wondering how the man was doing.

Ka-chan, and the metal sounds.

It's open, DiTrout told me.

When the window opened, the wind blew into the aisle all at once. The bundled shade screen sways heavily.

Ditrout puts the die down and goes out onto the terrace. The size is as large as the dance floor on the stairs. Standing in the center of it, he had his eyes narrowed coolly with the wind on his cheeks.

Gently lift the hem of the costume and the die also crosses the window heel. When I closed the window and lined up next to the man, he peeled a little.

"Why aren't you waiting!

"Huh? Couldn't you come?

"Wait till you're led."

"... you were cool by yourself first"

"It was... sorry"

DiTrout apologizes. The honest attitude is a little ridiculous.

Die took a breath. I've been indoors the whole time, so the sober nights were pleasant.

"... how do you feel?

"Than just now. Excuse me. Maybe my underwear is tight... ah"

I held my mouth, but the hour was already late.

Ditrout sighs on the tannic side.

"... I wouldn't say that"

"Oh, I knew you couldn't say that."

I said the same thing before and was pissed off by Uber.

"Saying that to a man is the same as inviting him"

"Uh... I'll be careful afterwards"

"What is your educator doing..."

Honestly, I didn't think DiTrout would mourn me so much.

His novel continues.

"Okay? That's the way it is, so you're in danger. Defend yourself properly. I won't be defenseless."

Hey, it's getting loud.

Die looked out at the garden with both ears blocked. Beyond the wild rose design elaborate columns, there is also a garden of roses that I have seen from the conference hall. The bold building I was in earlier can also be seen on the front.

The moon is setting in the mountains. Few lights were lit either. The garden, where darkness was supposed to be thick, was, however, strangely bright.

Fluffy, and the light dances.

"You, listen to me..."

"Heath, Heath, look! It's fairy light!

"... what?

Die pulled the man's sleeve excitedly. A flock of rainbow particles, less numerous than we have seen at the source of the Lugrois River but dancing irregularly through the universe like snow, is indeed a fairy light.

Ditrout points in the direction the die points, and, uh, shows how good he is at it.

"Are you new to this?

"... no. No..."

To his light reaction, Die regained his calm.

"I heard it was very rare."

"Right.... Have you seen the silver tree? It's a lucrative stone log. It grows in Little Scanagia..."

"Yes, it was also in the garden of the lease"

One ditlout nods in Die's response.

"Those are trees that suck and grow demons, but sometimes they seem to release demons. That'll be the fairy light."

"Well, it's not that rare here, is it?"

I'm suddenly ashamed of myself for screaming.

Ditrout chuckled.

"It's a rarity in other lands. Where are you? Based on your current reaction, isn't it here?

"It's Clan Hive."

"... Lugrois?

"Yes.... I wasn't sure what it was like at first, so I wasn't expecting it. But it's so beautiful..."

I would have liked to have watched more closely if it hadn't been for one thing on the boat.

Standing in the starry sky, it was illusory.

Look at the petal phantom there.

Deanna did.

"... with you, if I could see..."

To the fallen silence, Die returned to me.

Running silly.

"... it's time to go back"

Looks like you decided not to listen to Die. Ditrout tells him in a hard voice and returns his heel.

Die smiled bitterly. Surely I can't take it any slower. There will be too much haste at the start of the meal.

Apparently I can't relax and watch Fairy Light again this time.

Unfortunately, Die followed the fairy light with his nostrils.

A scolding flies from the dittrout.

"Idiot!"

"What, wow...!

Ditrout pulled Die's arm hard. It stays put and stomps, but is pressed against the wall as a result.

Die wakes up physically wondering what happened.

"Holy shit."

"Whisper!

Ouch, and hit the face on the jaw tip of the ditlout.

He seemed to have more pain than a die. Ditrout stares at the die with resentment after plenty of breath.

"... when you cross the building boundary, you know the story of the siren going off?

"... Yes"

"What do you think happens when you get your hands off the edge of the terrace?

Of course, it is considered that there was an entry or exit from the building.

Die reflected from the bottom of his heart.

"... sorry"

Ditrout doesn't seem to have the strength to be angry either. He puts his fingertips between his eyebrows and is sighing.

There's a red line on his chin.

I also thought you cut it into bumped claps. But if you stare, you'll soon know it's not bleeding.

They came with lipstick.

I can't see how I noticed a man. Die reached for his jaw tip.

Ditrout gives a puzzling look.

"What..."

"Stay still, please"

Touch and rub with your thumb to soak lipstick.

Die smiled, making sure he disappeared clean.

"That's enough."

If I had been back in the hall like this, a man would have nearly suffered a storm of pursuit.

That's kind of pathetic.

"Excuse me, my lipstick..."

Noticing a change of signs, Die shut his mouth.

A hand that tries to let go of a man's jaw is captured.

"So..."

He said, reflecting a die in his melted pale eyes.

I told you not to be defenseless.

A bitter whisper.

After a moment.

I got a mouthful of cannibalism from a man.

Zeno's testimony was correct.

I ran for a breath to the conference hall, but the Dies are nowhere to be seen.

"The conference room is still locked"

"It's not like I can go out there."

"Where have you been..."

Assé held his head. I just lacked calm.

Besides, the man with the die is that ditrout. Perfilia man. An aggressor who tailored Mariage to the puppet queen and tried to keep Delligeria in his hand.

His brother tells me that his plan seemed to be broken when Die started working for Mizweeri and encouraged Mariage to become the king's consciousness. Even in Perfilia, the driving of the die saved our plight. The belly of the man on the outsided side should be boiling back.

"What, I'm not serious"

Asse looked back at the Lord of the voices that rang from behind. In Marlen, the knight man who took care of him. It is ironic that he is an escort to Ditrout.

Assé stuck to Zeno.

"What do you mean? What's the word now?"

"Oh, yeah, that's what I meant."

"... you really don't know where the Chancellor is going?

"He said he didn't know! Even I'm having trouble missing Dita!

Around the mouth of the Chancellor's nickname, it seems true that he is in a hurry.

Ordering Uber and Randy to explore the surroundings, Assé himself decided to turn back the way he came.

Looking at the garden, I remembered.

From the hall to the conference hall is the main road. However, several terraces are open instead of the observation room.

Die was a strange daughter to Assé.

Most daughters shy away from confronting Assé. against the identity of the assay and the unfamiliar atmosphere of the person.

The die crossed those hedges right over. Then he sees himself stepping into his nostalgia, keeping his distance from one. That was easy. I could converse more casually than my normal daughter because she looked like a boy.

Her loyalty and devotion to the Queen also deserved respect.

She was a terrible daughter.

But the die was not easily protected by the assay. Following Perfilia, it is also raided by Clan Hive. When I get back to the country, I get into the social arena with the courage of a cutting captain. Every once in a while I'm under the castle and I try to show my face in the back town - you better stop that one sooner or later. Just because of how much you're from.

I think I should have let you cut the edge when I started working for Mizweeri. If you miss your relatives, you can call them and give them a place in the aristocracy. That should make it easy for me to see you.

Even if not, Die was extremely busy. It was painful to try to sharpen my body and mind for the Queen and to do everything in my power.

On the other hand, makeup for the queen is essential.

Nor does the Queen tell Die not to wear makeup.

Honestly, I think you need her makeup that much. Why doesn't the Queen put up with the queen's work and try to give the die a break?

If everyday tranquillity can't be preserved, at least I want to do all the work of a knight.

The result is this.

Stuffing his inability, Assé peeks into the large windows on the road. One, two, Mitsu- none of the terraces are deserted.

Press your forehead against one of the large locked windows.

(Calm down...)

Cold windows restore some calm. The exhaled assay looked sideways at the shading screen by the last large window.

The reason I didn't rush out, I wonder.

Slowly, I walked over. I felt I had to.

At first glance its large window looks closed, but with a slight gap open.

Assé touched the window glass.

And.