The Queen’s Cosmetician

I found a black-sheet sword in the mud of the deep woods, and the Virgin's shapes could not forbid me from sighing.

"Why is this here..."

An old sword.

She has repeatedly seen the design of a beast that bites the night-colored treasure balls in the turn of history.

This sword is the sword of the beast. A sword that keeps wandering the world in search of witches.

It was decided that there would be a witch beside it.

The witch of this world is not here. This sword is not meant to be here.

As she reached out, the sword began to knit the magic of metastasis. Tongue punch and form a sequestration technique.

The sword screamed and silenced.

Put your hand on the pattern and pick up the sword, staring abominably at the beast's design.

"You, right? I cut off the thread I put on it."

The sword must have made contact with the daughter she was looking for. That's why I can't explore any more.

The sword does not answer.

After staring at the treasure ball, she looked up to the green lid.

"Well, I have to go back.... what you asked for"

She strapped her legs to the horse.

Numerous wrecks held in the woods silently dropped her off.

Only Yuma's body was returned from Tartarza.

All those who worked with her have a sinking face that cannot be seen.

The die remains missing after a few days. Alvina left for Tartarza to find her. Mariage, on the other hand, left for Del Ligueiria. months away from the country. I could not postpone my return any longer.

At first, she was planning to leave after Alvina returned, but she said she would then go and talk to the fort. Mariage heard from Rodimus that she was going to rendezvous later.

But after a few days, I haven't heard from her.

With the view flowing through the carriage window in his eyes, Mariage laid down her tea vessel and muttered.

"That's crazy..."

"What's wrong with you?

Rodimus, who was sipping tea in the opposite seat, looks up.

Mariage pointed her mouth tip.

"When did Alvina say she was going to rendezvous? We're going to the border now."

You'll be there in four and a half minutes.

If you can't make it this far and catch up, you should think something happened to her.

Rodimus squeaks his jaw.

"... like looking for a die as it is?

"Without any contact?

She hasn't even sent a devil. That makes me so anxious.

Rodimus sighed at Mariage holding his own shoulder.

"I've been meaning to tell you, don't you believe a little too much in one?

"... Outside of the heart. I'm going to be suspicious myself."

"You don't look that way at all. And the other day about Die... and Alvina."

"... what's wrong with Alvina?

I know about Die's - "The Man” thing. Suspicious inside access to Perfilia.

But Alvina hasn't caused any problems.

Says Rodimus as he rubs the wrinkles between his brows.

"I didn't do anything. Sure. But who is she? Beyond excellence."

"You were sure about the references, weren't you?

"I am certain of the references. But I didn't mention her background."

References required for work in the castle. I hear what Alvina submitted was special.

After asking if she should be hired, based on her past hiring track record, she issued a letter of recommendation from the Mizweeri family.

Mariage thinks her enrollment was the right one.

Mariage appealed to Rodimus.

"I've been helped by her witchcraft. Many times."

"I admit that. But we should ask the question."

If you will continue to serve beside the queen.

Rodimus insisted with a sinister look.

"She suspects, too?

"If only they'd heard she knew about the die again."

So we need to prove it.

that she is not a Perfilia person.

"... as Alvina was a person in this country, what did you side with us for?

"To protect the die, isn't it?

"What are you defending the die for?

"... didn't you get the request?

From Heath Livort.

Mariage shrugged.

"Right. That could be possible. But... I doubt it."

Assuming Alvina was a Perfilia sorcerer. I don't think Serenesty will get that rare magician off the sidelines. Escort, adjust the technique, even produce magic equipment. Not to disparage the position of a die - but to the amulet of a makeup artist, Alvina is past.

Yerni brothers and sisters use Alvina more effectively.

"You believe too much - everything"

Rodimus, whining in tannic surfaces, carelessly brought to the back of the chair.

Those flax eyes have worries.

A man named Rodimus Tedius was an odd man.

Even the senior aristocrats continued to tease Mariage, who was at the bottom of the line for a long time. He said he threw it at Mariage as far as the Queen's electorate was concerned. Since assuming the prime minister's reign at the same time as Mariage's reign, it can be seen that the runaway and pride of the princehood were trying to support Mariage in good faith, lurking in form and giving a peek at her natural delicacy.

Mariage laughed furiously.

"... because you are here, Rodimus"

I don't feel like blaming a man for his doubts about Die or Alvina. Because it is his duty to protect the country and to support the queen, and to live as taught.

He picks up the worst possibility on behalf of the Queen and examines it. His act forgives Mariage. Believing in your choices.

"I'm sorry."

"Down the Queen"

Make a statement that would kick in his deeds so far.

Rodimus looks stunned at Mariage.

He had a wounded face.

Why is he such a... when he is apologized for.

"... Roddy, Mass?

The contours of his face are distorted.

The carriage rocks.

No, this is...

My body is leaning.

Consciousness slips into darkness.

Mariage shook her chills.

But I couldn't spin anything.

Mariage collapsed into a chair.

The word ahead of the man is repeated in the back of his brain.

"You believe too much"

Everything.

Zeno turned his eyes away from the paperwork to the man who would take the clerk's seat.

DiTrout is still working today. From morning to night, without rest.

Apparently he understood Zeno's gaze. I gave you a new bundle of paperwork.

"This is next."

"No, it's not over"

"What? What were you doing?

"You're too early."

Zeno signed the paperwork in retrospect. It was a letter of consent for the transfer of war victims.

Seven days after the battle, the fort finally began to calm down.

But it is probably understaffed.

First of all, I don't have enough corporals. Not enough officers either. The arrival of the man who will be officially in charge of Tartarza is also delayed. Because I decided to take on a first-class human being. Replacement personnel are also unavailable. Ditrout is currently taking on a number of urgent processes.

Zeno also arrives at a roundtable for reception and assists with ditlouts.

Even if there is no curtain to go out in national politics, there is much we can do to help if we are on an extended line of battle.

Ditrout rolls a new one and spreads it on the desk.

Zeno also moved on to the next process.

"Excuse me, sir."

I heard the soldier greeting and Zeno looked at the door. A young soldier is bewildered by the open door. She's wondering if she can come in.

"Get in. What's up?

"Yes. I'm afraid I'm busy. We've been ordered to confirm the missing persons in Del Ligueiria."

Rarely does ditlout frighten me.

The soldier looked anxiously at his complexion.

"Um..."

"No, I was. I'm sorry."

(You forgot this guy)

Zeno pokes his cheek cane on the tabletop and sends a raw gaze to his friend.

Apparently he hadn't dropped the order after he protected the missing person in the case.

Ditrout prompts soldiers to talk.

"So? What happened?

"Ha. That's... I haven't heard back from the other side yet"

"... no response?

"Yes, the Queen has given us an autographed thank you for arranging and directing the evacuation, as well as words of consolation on this matter…. As for the inquiry, there was nothing."

Ditrout wrinkles between his eyebrows and silences.

The soldiers continued their words.

"One more thing I need to tell you about Del Ligueiria - …"

Ditrout completely erases his expression to reports from soldiers who deepen the colour of confusion. The edge of the face was pronounced and the impression of cold increased.

Zeno hastily pursues the blue soldier.

"Is there anything else?

"Yes, that's it."

"You can go now."

The soldiers saluted and left the room to flee.

Oh man, drop your shoulder, and Zeno asks his friend.

"... what do you mean?

"In a few moments there will be a formal circular."

Ditrout slips the writing fixture onto the paper again.

Zeno sighed.

"Dita. Um, what do we do?"

"Zeno."

Ditrout blocked Zeno's question with a strong tone.

"Please concentrate.... if that doesn't end, I'll have you stay for another day"

That's troubling, DiTrout says.

Zeno turned to the paperwork.

Ditrout leaves Tartarza tomorrow morning.

Zeno extends his stay and cleans up the rest of his job. However, only for one day. When more days are available, it becomes easy for him to catch up.

Zeno, along with Ditrout, spared no effort in his work.

It was already late at night when I had some purpose. Knock Ditrout into the bedroom, and Zeno himself takes a light, hypnotic sleep.

Ditrout's departure is before dawn.

Zeno woke up to drop him off and looked out. The sky, thickly covered by dull clouds, is of intense darkness.

When I got off to the carriage spin, DiTrout had ruled me ready to leave.

Zeno turned his frightened eyes to him.

"You, come on, just sleep tight. Don't work."

"I woke up early. I have no choice. And I was just checking. I didn't take away everyone's job."

"Oh well. … rest while you're on the move."

"Let me do that"

Ditrout smiled and told Xeno. But what would he do if he looked at the material anyway? Zeno told the Kingsguards accompanying the Chancellor to keep a closer look at him. Ditrout's blood still sucks. You may also fall in the carriage.

Drop off the carriage passing through the gate.

Exhaling for a moment, Zeno returned to the fort.

I stop and squeal where I hung my foot on the stairs.

"Oh, I haven't heard"

Has the national chapter of Del Ligueiria.

What will we do with her treatment?

Zeno pointed his toe at her room.

Shortly after protection, she was dying. Normally, he was dead. I'm still in a coma after crossing the bridge.

(... After all, he barely went to see how it went...)

The last few days I went to see my face more often than not, Zeno. Ditrout is just the first. I just pointed my foot at her when she died or not.

The more I deceive my lord, the more I tilt my heart, the more I lose myself, and yet the response is somewhere painful.

Moving upstairs, walking down the hallway and in front of her arriving daughter's room, Zeno moaned in surprise.

"Yeah?"

I don't have a sentry.

The door is open.

The room was empty. He was silent with the sleeping area removed from the cloth.

My drowsiness blew up.

"Hey, where did you move my daughter, who was protecting me in that room?

Xeno questioned the understatement room. The man who lit the corner light and kept the daily newspaper blinked.

"Oh, are you in that room over there? … Your Excellency the Chancellor has brought you."

"Where!?

The man wolfed on Zeno's sword screen.

"Also, I'm sorry. To me... However, you have ordered me to carry the medicine and the change of clothes to the carriage, so you are correct."

Xeno breathed.

(Dude...)

Zeno was poisoned in the chest by an utterly unreadable man.

(Maybe you took him, you went?

Take that girl.

To Wang Du.

Our master's, under his knees.

I hear the wheel stepped on the stone.

Kan, and the body swayed and the head of his daughter, buried in the pillow, tilted.

The reddish face turns to Ditrout.

In a bench placed parallel to the bedroom, Dietrout, who was lying down, laid down the book he was reading on his knees and casually reached out to her cheek.

Gently stroke with the back of your finger. The skin is hot and sweaty. The swelling pulled off a lot when I thought about it for a while. but it's still early to say it completely.

One leg hidden in the blanket is swollen and discolored from the fracture. It was harder to find a place with no abrasions or bruises. The worst one was the abdomen. Have you been beaten or trampled? The impact damaged the organ. The good arm of the fort's doctors and the height of her intrinsic magic saved her.

Though we are not allowed to predict, we are on our way to a relaxed comfort.

I should have returned her to the National License.

I know.

As Ditrout Yerni, I always know the right answer.

Still -...

One soldier's report passes the back of his brain.

"Queen Mariage has been“ captured ”by an army in Delligeria."

DiTrout woke up physically and sat back against Deanna.

Keep an eye on your hand sticking out of the blanket. Her thin wrist has a bracelet on it.

Wild rose design with a small grain of attractive stone resting on the flower core. Silver in chains of materials that are different from metal polarizes in seven colors to make you feel like a demon. The high quality of the peek from the delicate construction cannot be compared to the seal of the Church of the Virgin.

But I guess I couldn't tell on the battlefield.

I couldn't take it off. I can't even cut the blade. I have no choice but to leave it.

DiTrout took Deanna's hand. The soft hands are smooth. You can call it the only one in her body.

Good, and I simply thought.

Her work tools, which are cosmetologists. If there was a scratch on that hand, she would, I'm sure, mourn badly.

Ditrout spoke softly at her fingertips stroked with her thumb belly.

Feel the sloping light of dawn, face up and look out. The sun is born from the slices of dark clouds that have been broken to bisect the heavens vertically.

Badly red.

As if I woke up in blood.

Eventually, the dark clouds close and hide the sun away from the horizon like a curtain.

A waterfall of rain covered the way back and forth in the shadows.