The Queen’s Cosmetician

The queen orders the useless to leave the room.

As the knights and civilians resign, only Zeno remains upright on the wall.

Zeno, get out of here, too.

"Your Majesty, please leave him"

Ditrout withheld Serenesty's life.

Even if I let you take your seat off, I'll talk to you later. Then it would be easier to have him present now.

"... lock it up"

Zeno obeyed Serenesty's life. This activates the procedure applied indoors. The story no longer leaks to the outside world.

There were five key people left in the living room.

Serenesty, Ditrout, Helmut, Zeno, and, uh...

The leftovers in the compartment were putting tea utensils on the trolley and showing themselves in the living room. In this air when I was in prison, I also support tea alone, with the face that I am not involved.

Serenesty sits on a bench. Remove the small crown of the head from each veil covering the face.

I could see frustration from every move.

"-... so?"

Serenesty asks as she unties her hair.

"... I'll make sure, Prime Minister.... You don't have a national chapter for Delligeria, do you? Only cosmetologists. What is it?

"Yes, you're right."

"I mean, my daughter at the venue today... she's that makeup artist, right? It's Dita."

"Yes."

In response to Serenesty and Helmut's interrogation, DiTrout returns a pale affirmation.

Serenesty distorts his face and asks questions in a prayerful voice.

"... not the boy dressed as a woman?

"No."

Ditrout denied it.

"The makeup artist... she is a woman, Your Majesty. … it's you and your uncle"

The same pale eyes are opened as those of Ditrout.

DiTrout stared quietly at the blue-blooming master.

"You've known since you got here, haven't you?

I forgot to report it.

Helmut, who asks if that is the case, has a bad lifespan.

DiTrout said honestly.

"Since I was there."

The head of the knight turned off his grin this time.

"... why did you hide it?

"We're not covering it up. I have not put my hands on the roster created by my lower officers."

"Were you raising the report? You think we were just overlooking it?

"In a way… yes"

The opportunity remained for Serenesty and the others to realize the gender of the makeup artist.

Regardless of the fold of the tribute visit, the roster of attendees has also been circulated at the Continental Conference in Little Scanagia. Some of those involved in the practice would have known that Delligeria had a national chapter, but that she was a young daughter. Del Ligueiria doesn't hide the gender of makeup artists in her country.

Facts that are not even secret. Besides, we're just talking about gender.

Nothing dares to play that on the queen.

Helmut rubs his eyebrows. All I'm saying is that I have a headache in Ditrout's reasoning.

"I see. We left it up to you, too, to admit we missed confirmation. But, Dita. You're going to make us right."

"You're right, sir"

"And... the same reason you used to want that makeup artist?

"Yes."

When he tried to capture a line of Delligeria.

With that girl on my side, there is no falsehood in my words that I suggested. She helps Serenesty. Sure.

But it would be no if asked if it was all.

"Heath."

She calls.

Just like those days.

Tighten your lunar eyes softly.

The name of the man who slaughtered him.

That drives me crazy.

"Sorry"

To my lord, DiTrout confessed.

"I tilted my heart"

It is only when you repaint the impressions of others and take the brush in your hand.

To that most beautiful girl.

Deep down.

To drown - …….

Serenesty stands up violently and grabs an eagle at a tea bowl on the table.

It was thrown. It hit the head of the ditlout directly.

Brain-shaking shock.

Crushing sound of ceramics pounding the ear.

DiTrout poked his knee on the spot.

My vision was stained red.

"Dita!!

Zeno, who was holding back beside the door, packed the distance to fly, supporting Ditrout's shoulder.

He protests Serenesty.

"Your Majesty! Whatever it takes, all of a sudden!

"Zeno, no"

"Your Majesty! Where are you going!?

Helmut screams. Stepping footsteps pass directly next to the ditlout.

The door opened in momentum.

"Sire!"

Helmut followed Serenesty as he flew out. (10) Followed it again.

The soldiers look indoors at something.

Zeno flew orders to them.

"Get a doctor! Come on!"

"Zeno, fine"

"You can't go!

"That's okay!

"Don't scream, idiot! You're bleeding so bad!

"You must have just cut off your head."

"I'd be in trouble if something happened to your head! Why are you so calm?!?

Zeno is in too much of a hurry.

The blood that passes from cheek to jaw spreads the stain on the carpet.

The ceramic fragments were also stunningly stained with red.

Red always reminds me of all the beginnings.

"That's okay, Xeno..."

Push Xeno's arm away as he moves to stop the bleeding.

"I'm terrible."

When the makeup artist found out that she was a girl, everything would have been fine if she had reported it.

By the way.

Ditrout couldn't really shed light on the matter. My throat clogged blowing into the devil's voice. Not since I became aware of myself pouring on the girl.

The same was true when I returned to Perfilia.

Ditrout himself can't digest those days well.

The first two years were almost on schedule with some exceptions.

My place of return should have been unlikely except under my lord. I should have waited for the day it all ended.

Yet.

How can I say that?

In just six months, he said he loved the girl.

He said he remembered fulfillment in the days of supporting her and my exhaustive queen candidacy. He said that the distance from those who work in that hall had diminished, and he had the illusion that the role he was playing was actually who he was.

Just, no matter when.

- The heart of Ditrout.

It should have been filled with hatred for the irrationality of the world.

Behind the lid, blood and flames were always joining the statues, and behind the ears were grudges and screams.

Since when have they been repainted?

Even after this, the shadow of her daughter, who has just broken up, gleams behind her brain.

Ditrout repeated, gripping Zeno's arm.

"I'm sorry..."

"Is that supposed to happen!

Xeno grabs his hand back and gets angry at Ditrout.

"What the hell is wrong with falling in love with one woman!?

DiTrout glanced up at his friend with a grudge.

Block the Ditrout wound with a cloth while Zeno dirties the cuffs red and black.

Women officials and doctors have rushed in noisily.

Ditrout made me laugh.

Exhale and close your eyes.

I lost my strength.

Leaning on a friend's shoulder, he collapses as he is.

(Even if you say so... I can't forgive myself)

'... can you follow me?

To the blood of the Virgin who will not save this country, to the only master who has decided to avenge it.

"Of course, sir."

I did take an oath.

- Let's go together.

Until the end of hell, and.

The look on the face of the man leading the die is hard.

I can't help but admire the definite tension there.

The hallway was full of heavy bitterness and felt terribly long.

My stomach hurts.

Die put his hand on his abdomen. Though it would be mind-causing - all this is happening today.

Assé keeps walking silently.

Die stopped his leg. Pull your hand out of his arm.

"... die?

"That's enough."

There is no distance to my country's compartment and there are only two of them in the aisle. You don't have to worry about people.

"But..."

"It's okay. than that......"

Die cut the words and smiled.

"Don't you have something to say to me?

Assay loses color.

Its mouth is wary. Still, he pierced his silence. As if you're afraid to put it in your mouth.

Die lit the charm stone he was wearing as a ornament. Fix the range of effects to both of us.

"Go ahead. This won't get in anyone's ear."

Since we rendezvoused in the hallway before lunch, Assé had spoken.

"Ass."

Die called on the leaning man.

There was no one by the big window I saw in the wake of the noise.

So there's no certainty. but I am sure.

If you look at the colour of suspicion that keeps lurking in Assé's eyes, you can tell.

He saw himself there.

If Assé can pretend to be what he always is, he could have waited until he was disputed.

But - I don't think it's possible.

In view of his cleanliness, the deeds of the die will be unforgivable.

Because it's not even something to be forgiven.

If the assay cuts through white, it doesn't pursue it as a die either.

Assé breathed in and looked at the die.

He seemed determined.

"I... tried to jump into the terrace"

Assé spoke in a trembling voice about that time.

"It looks like that man is attacking you..."

"But I didn't step in."

"Because you... held that man back"

Oh, and Die smiles.

Assé had witnessed it from the beginning.

"Die......"

Assé exhaled deeply.

"Die... you, uh... you like guys?

"... Ditrout Yerni?

The ambiguity is useless.

After naming his name, Die affirmed.

"Yes."

"- Why!?

Assé grabs Die's shoulder and interrogates him.

"You know what I mean!? He's an enemy!!

"I know!!

Die shook Assé's hand away.

"I know!! Don't say what I understand!! What the hell do you know about us...!!

Assé stands with a stunned face.

Die put his shoulders up and down on his breath and took a few steps away from him.

The die makes me want to.

(What do you know, I can't believe)

To this knight, it's a terrible dialogue.

He knows nothing more than a record.

"... he... Heath was the one who found my makeup arm in the flower district and put me on like a mariage"

The assay reflects a die in an eye without light. I just don't know what to say.

Die said.

About those days.

"We worked together to make Lady Mariage queen. I am, arrogant, unfamiliar with aristocratic houses... He kept encouraging me to just collide with my surroundings. Every day, we talked. Talk about work, crap. Sometimes we both ate good food. He was nice to me. You took care of me."

Die pleaded with the deacon of the Mizwilli family to read the business records left by the man who was the main deputy.

Because the actions of a man who built a wide network in a short period of three years and supported the Mizwieri family must have been a reference in the future.

His work was beyond diverse. The number of stiffness. It was the amount I pushed Rodimus to call insanity shabby.

Even though he was so busy, the man was really meticulously attentive around the die. Beginning with his security at Asma's whorehouse, Miguel, caught up in Arishuel's disturbances, was compensated for more than the damage, and he was also gratuitous to Gieg, who published his workshop at the mercy of Mariage.

Money to Miguel would have meant mouth sealing. But if that's all, I should have cut it off. Lower is the sacrifice of nobility. It stays that way.

That man didn't. I kept trying to preserve the perimeter of the die as it was.

Even at a time when I was pushing the die cold.

"I always thought... we were together. Whether Maryage is chosen as Queen or not, we will both support Maryage. I never doubted it. Until he's gone."

I believed I could be a colleague even if I couldn't go back to being a friend.

"Suddenly... I couldn't change my mind"

"But... that man must be the enemy!

"So you think Assé is an enemy of me now?"

Assé completes what Die says.

He shook his head to the side and screamed.

"No!"

"Why not? I went through with him. You saw it, didn't you? I may avenge His Majesty. It can be your enemy, Ass."

"It wouldn't be! You can't be avenging His Majesty!

"Don't use the word that you're an enemy cheaply, even though you can't change your mind right away!

Die exclaimed as he stepped on the estate waste.

"I don't want him to be on my side. One of the prime ministers of another country, who viewed people as pawns, excelled in the number of manoeuvres. I have a national chapter that I pledged my absolute loyalty to the Queen. He would even want my death if it were for his own king."

Even if you show hesitation.

Ditrout is a man who never missed a choice.

"That's the same for me. We don't overlap. But I like it...... I like it!! As much as I'm not allowed to like that guy, I know a hundred!!

Knowing that man had the same thoughts tonight, Die's bitterness was all about recruiting.

"Your Majesty..."

Assé, who was listening to Die's confession, leaks a plundered voice.

"Queen Mariage is... you know what?

Of course I know.

However, Die didn't know how to state it without undermining the Knight's respect for her.

Assé lays down his eyes knowing the answer from the silence of the die.

Die turned his back on him.

"... if you think you should slash and throw me away, say it"

I'm not running away.

Instead, I want you to slash it away.

While I have chosen Mariage, I still want to fall in love with the call of that man, the only foolish daughter I can do is make a face.

Leave the assay in the hallway and return to the compartment at one toe.

The ladies who greeted the die, who appeared alone, were astonished.

"Die!? What about Master Tedius?

"Uber and Randy are at His Majesty's. The assay... is outside"

I wouldn't be back in the hall alone.

Will you come home quietly? Are you strolling around to organize your thoughts? Apparently any of them.

It hit the assay hard.

Too upside down.

(... Later, I need to apologize to Ass...)

I don't know if I can build a relationship like this before.

It is also at stake that Die could continue to serve beside Mariage in the first place.

Assé is Rodimus' brother. They share information with their brothers.

Open the door of the armory and Yuma asks Die.

"Die, how was dinner?

"The costume had a good reputation. Thanks to everyone. Thank you."

It also went up a lot on the subject of meals. Compliments from the men were also indispensable during the ball.

"You did it!

"But Die, that was fast. Nobody's back yet..."

"Because my makeup has fallen off"

I was fortunate to have thinned the makeup on my eyes. If it had been thickened, the area around my eyes would have turned black.

"And I want you to loosen your underwear tightening. A little tight..."

"Eh. Shit. Feeling sick now?

The women blues at the bitter die. Apologies flew one after the other.

"I'm sorry!

"It's okay..."

"Maybe I should put it back on from the start...... Shall I take the ornament? After that, take off your costume."

"Please"

The ladies rush to begin preparations.

Staring at them, Die exhaled softly.

"Enough is enough."

That's what Mariage told him. But Die wanted to go back to the hall.

Ask others about their complexion and get information. Broaden your network.

I just wanted to be immersed in what would be good for my lord and what everyone would admit.

"Is that...?

Yuma puts her neck up on a die in underwear.

"Die, are you hurt somewhere?

"Huh?"

Die looked back under his feet.

Pearl-colored silk spreading from the waist with red and black stains.

"Really. Are you okay?"

"No... you're hurt..."

To the point of possibility, Die lost his voice.

Put your hands on your abdomen.

I've been feeling it since I got back from the conference hall, the weight of my lower body as if I had packed sand.

"Oh, this is a handicap."

Someone from the woman said.

"We have to clean it up...... Minty, bring some hot water and some change of underwear."

"That, speaking of die, is an obstacle, have you been here before?

"I didn't feel well, maybe it wasn't my underwear."

"Die, are you okay?

Peek into Die's face and Yuma smiles at the labor.

"Your back and stomach, doesn't it hurt?

"Ya..."

"... die?

The die melted. Step on the hem of your underwear and fall.

"Hey!? Didn't hit him in the head!?

"Shit.... no. Shit."

Yuma shouts her agitated voice as she hugs the die.

Die snorted at her and shook her head shaking.

A moon obstacle came.

Become a woman.

That man just touched it, so easy, he wants to be a woman.

The girl laughs.

Die screamed.

"Shit. No. No. Oh no... yaaaaaa...!!

"Die!?

"Shit. No, I'm not. No, no, no, no. Sorry!! Oh no!! No... no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Somebody! Mr. Alvina, call me!!

Yuma screams while holding the squatting die.

The footsteps of the ladies jumping out of the room echo.

Die apologized with his head in his arms.

"Sorry! Sorry!! No!! I'm sorry. No. No. I'm, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Huh!!

I also intend to regret my choice.

I also intend to disobey Mariage.

Even though there are no pieces.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Shit. I'm sorry. Oh no..."

I always thought.

I was born wrong.

I shouldn't have been born into a woman.

You should be born - …….

"Die, die. I'll be fine."

Yuma strokes Die's back.

"Dirt will soon come off. It's okay."

Because it's okay, and between screams, Yuma repeats.

Die cried.

Crying, crying.

Until Alvina, who appeared called, dropped Die's consciousness into darkness.