The Queen’s Cosmetician

There is bright sunlight in the bedroom of the inn. I don't like the comfort of a feather-packed top hanging the other way around.

I arrived in this town, a place of refuge, before dawn. When I woke up from sleeping due to medication, the time had already gone around noon.

A woman who had refrained offers water to Mariage.

Dropping her gaze at the ripples in the water, Mariage inquired.

"Is the die...?

The woman shook her head to the side.

When I checked up on myself and went outside, there was a look of Rodimus in the dining room.

He gained momentum when he admitted to Mariage.

"Your Majesty, you are well and well."

"When did you get here?

"We just arrived. Maurice and the others have told us what happened."

Maurice, who had refrained beside Rodimus, droops her head over Mariage. He must have never slept. The neighborhood under my eyes is thick.

Next to Maurice was also the face of a Perfilia soldier. The man who acted as a guide. Trud, was it?

"What happened to Tartarza?

"We were suppressed by the addition of the Knights."

"Are you all right?

"We are in the process of confirming, Your Majesty. I was hoping you'd wait a while."

Trad's expression in answer to Mariage's question is stiff.

A woman sits forcefully mariage stood up.

Rodimus tells in a bitter voice.

"Your Majesty…. There's only two of us who don't know where this one is. I want you to rejoice in that first, and work hard. Everyone said it came along well."

Die and Yuma. Only the two of them fell horseback when they were pursued. And then with or without any injuries, they all made it to town safely. While defending the mariage.

(I wish those kids were at least... together)

Mariage put her hand in the eye. Bite down your lower lip.

"... gather them all together. You don't have to wake those who are resting. I'll be on my way."

One of the civil servants takes orders and walks away.

The assay shows itself instead. He silently assumed the protection of Mariage.

Mariage asked Rodimus, getting her breathing ready.

"... besides me... what can I do?

"Your Majesty, rest your body slowly."

"Let me do something."

"... then send a letter of thanks and consolation to Tartarza"

Rodimus gives instructions to the civilian. The undersigned officer returns his heel to prepare the writing instrument.

"But first... have lunch"

"I don't want to eat it."

"If you fall, everyone will be in trouble. Eat, Your Majesty."

Dishes are transported to the table.

I think I'm going to cry over the hot air I can cook.

Whispers Rodimus with a voice full of touch.

"Hold on. It's still going to take until we figure out what's going on."

Tartarza won't be reporting it right now either.

For the first time in a long time, the fort was chaotic.

Return from the Continental Conference. If you drop by to pick up the butt plush you were pushing at the beginning of the year, it looks like this.

One leg, it was late.

Looking down at the body of the man who guarded the fort, DiTrout sighed.

If they had taken the fort altogether, this battle would have been more muddy. It was because he contacted details of the war from within the fort that the Knights were able to smash it quickly without insulting their enemies.

We also brought a great deal of information about those who were in the dark to Ditrout. They will be weapons of the future ditrout.

Leonidas Lwida died in exchange for numerous achievements.

When the Knights were arriving in Tartarza and finishing their reign.

"Renee......"

This man, who is nostalgic and happy, well admired Ditrout from the early days of his tenure as Prime Minister. It's the same when I came back two years ago. I don't know how many times I've been saved in his flamboyant place.

There is a place where you can open your chest collar to people at the same time as you are competent. He therefore entrusted the surveillance of Tartaza, which involved complicated circumstances.

The face of a man lying with a sword is strange and serene.

"Well served"

Ditrout squeaks when he touches the man's cold forehead.

"Don't forgive me -... wait at the end of hell"

When it's all over.

Soldiers hang cloths on Leonidas. It is a cloth with a surgical embroidery to prevent rot. His body will be transferred to the family of the capital.

Ditrout turned his back on him and turned to Zeno, who stood beside him. His eyes are full of bitterness. Ditrout slapped that shoulder and urged him to walk out.

Zeno and Leonidas have been dating longer than that with Ditrout. There will be a lot to think about. But I needed an escort now. I don't know what's in the space where people get in.

Leonidas' men lined up at the dittrout where he started walking.

"I'm sorry I can't protect you. It's a disgrace for life."

"Don't say that. You were the ones who were safe."

"Thank you. … We have a body that has been tested by Lord Ruwida to be delivered to Del Ligueiria. I'm resting somewhere else, how about this one?

"... Del Ligueiria?

Ditrout frowned and stopped his leg.

"How'd it go?

"One of the queen's lines, revealed on her way back from the Continental Conference, has been staying here since a few days ago. Your Majesty herself has taken refuge in the next town and is safe. But the two of them stayed here because of the horse fall. One of them."

"Where's the body?

"This way."

Soldiers take the lead and start walking. The room shown is the hypnotic room. An anti-corrosion cloth is placed on the bedside.

From the side of the stifling ditlout, Zeno reached out and turned the cloth.

Daughter dressed as a man. My chest was torn diagonally under my combined hands.

I'm a Del Ligueiria woman. I recognize you on the face.

Last year, in the presence of Doppelgum, the "that daughter” wore a fold of makeup accompanied by a bag held by the queen...

"You said two. Who is it? What happened?

"That's... the soldier who was receiving the report died with Master Luwida, and the information"

"I'm going to see an underground morgue. If anyone knows the situation, go to the office. Contact the Queen about this body.... who has fallen, the other side will know. Check it out."

"Yes, sir."

Exit the hypnotic room and go down the hallway. The body is the only one that has been cleaned up, but the coaled walls and blood-sucking marks are vivid. Let them know there was a fight.

Ditrout laughed at Zeno, who looked more painful than himself.

"Just look lightly. It also makes sense to see how many people were in there."

Confirm the true war criminals who slashed into the fort, using the townspeople who inspired the malice as shields.

That is what happened to Del Ligueiria.

The smell of blood hit my nose as I stepped into an underground warehouse. The air comes to my chest.

If the anti-corruption had not been applied to the room, it would have smelled worse.

The bodies in line are not Perfilia soldiers. Townspeople. And mercenaries.

Silver ornaments that descend on the wrists and necks are common.

The seal of the wild rose - the crest of the Virgin's Church.

Makes me want to tongue it by accident.

The Virgin will not only not save the country, she will always stand in the way of rule.

Ditrout asked the warehouse guard.

"What survivors recovered inside and around the fort?

"We're in jail."

The watchman turns to the end of the hallway. Beyond it was a staircase, and at the end of the other floor down, the cells should have lined up.

Relying on the seal, he says church officials and thinkers and those who don't, are roughly separated and imprisoned.

Zeno asks for confirmation.

"Do you want to see the jail too?

"No..."

I hope you don't mind later.

It was an arrow tip that I almost answered.

I heard a scream.

There are more who cannot measure the hour.

That's why even my own country rings the bell half an hour at a time. But Die was the side that didn't need the help of that bell. Even without witchcraft, the devil always told the hour. direction as well. It was something I could do very naturally from birth. I never thought I'd be able to.

I was scared. Everything.

Die walked confused through the dense woods.

Ankle pain just increases. Consciousness is obscured by heat. Soft, damp fouling soil and feet taken from the roots of the trees caused the die to fall over and over again.

An unknown bug bites people and makes their skin red. I hated the first creature I saw crawling under my feet. Still kept walking. The smell of blood stained my body made me do that.

(Yuma)

She said she had to go home alive.

The die has to be scratched.

Eventually, with the sky starting to whiten, Die finally knew the direction. I found that I was barely far from the fort if I proceeded towards the rising yang. Though I think I walked a lot. Apparently they were just circling the same place.

When I saw the outer walls of the fort in the narrows of the trees, I learned relief.

Shortly after breathing out, however, he was now attacked by the wreckers. Whenever a weapon is pointed at you, Alvina's protection is activated to turn your opponent into a red mist.

I'll kill you.

One hundred million to count.

The die.

I killed him.

I also killed Yuma.

I don't remember since I realized that.

There was a man's face nearby who breathed a stinking breath if he noticed.

"Heh heh heh...!

I can hold my mouth. No. Shoulders and feet. My body was restrained by more than one man.

Circulate your gaze around you. Stone ceilings and walls. One of them is a metal lattice. I see a woman across the narrow aisle with the same building room and density.

(... houses...?

What's going on?

But before sorting out the situation, thoughts were blocked by disgust crawling through the body. The man who stroked the lines of his body laughs joyfully.

"Hey, I knew you were a woman."

"Even if it wasn't a woman, this would be nice."

"Is that our last gift? Have mercy."

"Bye, just yet..."

Even from the overhead of the men restraining the die, a large crowd is peering in clouding their eyes. The men who let the saliva shine on the edge of their mouths were predators themselves.

One of them looks back at the lattice and makes it hurry.

"Hey, come on, guard, they're coming back."

The men's hands stretch out into their clothes and hang them abusively on their peels.

My skin gets poppy with chills.

Nauseating, Die put his full strength into his hands and feet. But I'm not scared by the difference in arm strength compared to the original. The bones just smudge.

"Sorry, miss."

A man holding both arms peered upside down into Die's face and said with a face that wasn't a bit bad.

"But well, each other, you're already going to a lot of land. Let's have fun and feel better at the end."

(Can you be!

Die protested in his chest and set the man aside. But he just looked happy.

"Hey, get out of the way, you're not going down there."

"Oh, bad..."

A man covered in horseback riding and blocking his mouth looks back at the man who told him.

On the hand of his mouth, which floated on the clap, Die bit with all his might.

"Argh!

Head poking at the nose tip of a screaming man. Now he didn't even have a voice, and he fell, involving the men behind him.

Apparently he's surprised. The overhead man loosens his restraint hand.

"Oh, hey, jerk off"

Die pulls his arm out quickly and puts his fist across the man's jaw. Successfully gets under my chin. Oh, and there's a noise.

"Uhhhhhh!!

He bit his tongue decently. A man rolls with blood on the edge of his mouth. The die took it off from under the men.

But there's no escape.

Look at your wrist as you put your back on the wall and breathe. Alvina's protection is still there. But the light of the charm stone, which was dirty in the mud, had been lost.

The limit of use has passed.

The attractive stone does not require adjustment. Instead, the function stops when the magic in the stone is exhausted.

Alvina was instilling enough magic - but still.

Nausea creeps up at the number of people this guard has slaughtered.

Poked through that slight gap of unconsciousness, Die's body was once again dragged out into the men.

"This shit. Ah!

"Ugh."

Cancer, and I get punched in the face.

My vision burned white.

"This! This! You have to be nice. Thank you. Shit!

Right, left, right, right. The taste of blood spreads in my mouth. There was no time to groan. Next thing I know, I'm stomped through my stomach. The voice was drunk by the next striking sound. Gastric fluid refluxes. There were physiological tears.

I get stripped of my clothes. Move your legs. I can hold him down.

And finally.

An impact ran on my ankle.

I heard a blunt noise.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

Amazingly tall screams myself.

The men's complexion changed.

"Hey, keep it that way. It's not going to be anywhere."

"Get out of the way. Come on."

"Don't push."

"Shit, guard, he's coming back..."

"Footsteps."

The men's voices are far away.

My whole body hurts. Face, belly, feet, anywhere. As if they were crushed with boulders. Heavy pain annoyed Die's consciousness.

But it's also a little far-fetched, and at the end of the day, it's just laziness.

I can't force my limbs.

(Yuma too... did it hurt...)

She was already desperate when the die arrived. It was right after I heard the scream. I'm sure the suffering didn't last long. I want it to be so.

Die lifted her swollen eyelids thinly as her vision increased brightly.

Die became anxious.

“His," I saw a phantom.

(With Sesame Sesame Sesame... I bring you, don't I?)

Too stupid to cry.

Move the chopped crease.

"Heath......"

The guard, who was face-to-face in greeting the Chancellor, rushes back to jail.

Ditrout followed later.

"Dita......"

Ditrout does not respond to Zeno's call. Zeno had no choice but to follow him.

I can't keep an eye on this place from Ditrout.

While his symptoms of insomnia and anorexia get worse. I stopped even trying to hide them from Zeno, which I used to fix. Beyond the limits, packing up government is falling. Even now Leonidas dies and tries to hold onto his job, as he blames himself again.

The noise caused by prisoners is of concern, but it shouldn't be a place where ditrouts dare to go out. Rather, it's something else I should leave to you in case of danger.

There's one reason I didn't pull it off. Because I stepped on him to make sure he would feel better.

"What are you doing!

The guard yells at those who have been imprisoned in the corner of the cell.

Next to him Ditrout and Zeno stood side by side.

Zeno tongues in his chest at the tragedy in his cell.

(Fool, split it properly...)

To men and women.

One woman is surrounded by men with half asses. No, it's my daughter. I saw you were still young.

He was assaulted a lot. The contour of the swollen face is uncertain. Did you also break bare feet that you could glimpse? My ankle was screwed in an odd direction.

"Bring the keys"

Zeno ordered the soldiers who followed him and turned to Ditrout.

He touches the lattice.

From that hand, blood is lost.

Xeno stared at his friend in confusion.

His gripping hand is trembling. White staring at her daughter lying in darkness is whiter than paper.

Tickles turned into a man's purple but asks Zeno.

"... you got the keys yet?

It's more unreliable than dragonfly wings.

Sweat conveys the back.

Zeno saw his daughter again.

Delligeiria put out two horse droppers.

One is a woman.

One more.

- That was so, so old.

"I'm letting you pick it up right now"

Xeno told him quickly.

The sound of soldiers rushing is approaching.

"Soon..."

"Enough."

Ditrout blocks words.

He screamed without looking at Zeno.

"You don't have to wait. Zeno, kill this lock now - with your sword!!

Zeno pulled his sword out of his sheath without hesitation.

Flash the weak part of the lock.

The lock, which snapped and broke, fell on the floor stone and fell.

Ditrout steps into the cell. Men kill each other.

Don't move.

Zeno said in a chilling voice.

"Touch the man with even one finger. I'll send you to a place where you won't be left alone and you'll want to pray for me to kill you."

Prisoners clear the way for a man advancing with his jacket off.

DiTrout poked his knee beside his daughter, who was left on the floor stone.

I don't see the look on his face turning his back on Zeno.

Wrapped his daughter's body in a jacket, he whispered tiny as he held her up.

"Yep. … it's me."

My daughter's consciousness is no longer in the arms of the retrospective ditlout.

Ditrout, who got out of prison early enough, looked as though he was taking his daughter home as he was. but he gave her to the soldier who ran back with the key in his hand.

And command few words.

"To the infirmary. Call a doctor. Don't die."

"Ha... yes! Yes, I did!

The soldier with his daughter stretches his spine and hurries back down the road.

Without dropping off his back, Dietraut ordered the key he had taken while giving it to the guard.

"Put the prisoners to sleep by giving them medication. Break your hands and feet if you want to refuse. I'll send people when the situation settles up there. Put the prisoner away again. It would be troublesome if the noise happened again. Interrogation later. I'll keep you posted on the interrogation."

"Ha!"

"I'm sorry. I broke the key."

The guard shakes his head at DiTrout's apology.

Ditrout began to walk the way he came.

"So no, Dita."

Zeno, let's go.

The man's face looked back, horribly perfect, belongs to the Chancellor.

But that, on the contrary, fiercely fuels Zeno's anxiety.

Returning to the office, Ditrout solemnly continued his post-war processing.

Like a dead man, stay blue.