The Queen’s Cosmetician

Described the situation, Alvina moaned with a plundering voice.

"To kill Cynthia, you captured me?... Arnold?

Arnold Toan was Cynthia's beloved companion and uniquely knighted. I have been Cynthia's protector since the early days of my journey. Alvina herself was a difficult friend.

The man who pioneered the dark passage, where the magic light only lit his footsteps, turned his back on Alvina's certainty as well and gave a short response.

"Yes."

He says he's trying to kill me right now.

My sister.

Arnold.

And my former companions.

Those who circled the continent together as they parted their misery suddenly captured Alvina and imprisoned him in the basement of the main palace. There was no answer to them seeping through the bitter colour, when they asked what had happened, and Alvina was left behind in prison for three days and three nights. What would have happened if the man who now goes in front of Alvina hadn't opened up to me?

"Tell me my story... don't you doubt me?

"... get Weiss?... No"

When my gaze met with the man who looked back.

The time of encounter was the middle of the journey, when he belonged to a hostile faction. Every time we fought face to face, Alvina eventually killed his brother - Cynthia for herself. He is the man awarded to Cynthia's side on the basis of unanimity of interest and contract. Alvina's death was supposed to be a pleasure to this man.

He went out of his way to save Alvina.

That's why I can believe it.

This man, like Alvina, was also one of those people who was confused by the recent change in Arnold.

Arnold or Weiss, which you want to believe. Regardless, the former. Even for Cynthia.

But if it was worthy of faith, it was Weiss. While longing for Alvina's life as a vendetta for his brother, he nevertheless definitely kept saving Alvina on the battlefield. He's a man who doesn't like waste, always rational, and doesn't lie.

Weiss quickened his legs again, which were loose when he distracted himself from Alvina.

"Arnold claims Cynthia's death makes him sick. The power of the Virgin to be opened up by death… Using the immense magic accumulated in the witch to perform the ritual that is proper, we can suppress all that disease."

Some diseases have been endemic for about two years. It is an odd disease that pus from the wound and eventually spreads to the whole body. Those who gain the disease age rapidly and die without waiting for months. The wreckage is like a screwed old tree with foamy wooden skin. We don't know what caused it, and there's no cure. Common healing witchcraft was strictly forbidden to exacerbate symptoms and speed up disease progression.

Everyone is afraid that he won't suffer one tiny scratch.

Scarlett, who was welcoming the Virgin and singing her glory, had disappeared as if she had gone back to the dark ages.

The disease is spreading around the capital. Fortunately, the momentum of propagation was stalling as we left the capital. But it will be only a matter of time before it reaches all over the continent. That's what they thought.

"What is that disease... did Arnold find out?

"Ah."

Since the onset of the disease was first recognized in the capital, Alvina had read through people's records, sometimes cutting open the bodies of those immersed in the disease, and continued to study ways to cure them. Regrettably, it was not possible to reveal the identity of the disease.

"... with Cynthia's death, can you really, really say that?

"I can. but there's no need for her to die"

"... what the hell is that?"

It's a curse, Alvina.

Weiss said to squeeze from between bouncing breaths.

"The witch's curse.... the women called witches wield a curse all around them with the kind of magic they hold in their midst.... In Cynthia's case, the way the magic was expressed was healing. So it was considered a blessing, not a curse. The power healed those who were wounded in the war. She was not treated as a witch, but as a Virgin. … we were making a mistake"

"Were Cynthia's magic cursed, too?

"It's not a curse. Nature. The nature of Cynthia's magic is revitalization. It's the power to activate magic. The more dying they are, the more power they work in the direction of healing. During the war, he also acted as an amplifier of magic. But... the battle is over, settling in Scarlett, Cynthia's magic has lost something to heal"

"... you know, the disease"

Alvina was stunned. The sight passes behind my brain when I have an autopsy. Remainder of the magic that was concentrated on the wound. The old man's skin was dry because of Kakaya. Every particle of the demon became enlarged, and the intrinsic magic was pushed out of the vessel, and the amount was equal to that of the elderly.

"In a nutshell, it's too healing. The magic of Cynthia flooded the capital is the result of working too hard on wounded people."

If Cynthia leaves the capital, the situation should recover sooner or later.

Her curse is another blessing if she moves to rough land with many injuries and illnesses.

Alvina doubted Weiss' speculation.

"You know that much, and Arnold's trying to kill Cynthia?

"My guess is he doesn't want Cynthia around to know she's the cause of the disease."

"Just for that, Cynthia?

The woman I swore to protect. My wife.

Will Arnold kill Alvina's sister?

"... the right reason is to get Cynthia out safely before you ask him. Cynthia has agreed to sacrifice to the Grand Duke. Arnold has been actively moving a number of ancient surgeons since last night. The meeting with Cynthia was also turned down on the grounds of Jisai. Nobody's seen her since this morning."

I'm sorry, Weiss apologized.

"We should have given priority to securing her"

"... were you looking for me?

"Arnold had publicly announced that you got that disease and went into therapy. That's why Cynthia accepted the sacrifice."

I stare at the running man's back and remember his shape when he appeared in front of the cell.

Desperate face. Blatant relief when you find out you have a breath.

The blood that jumped on his blue cheek enlightened him that in the process of saving himself, he had killed his compatriots.

Weiss, and, Alvina called.

"How did you help me?

"I thought this was wrong. That's why."

Weiss stops and looks back at Alvina.

Alvina also stopped on her feet.

I look up at the man again.

It's been a long time since I've confronted him.

Together on the battlefield, they often line up as attackers, and in Scarlett, even colleagues act alone with each other. The fold of the public discourse was also just lined up against the wall.

The man has quiet eyes. In front of the woman who took her only flesh and blood.

The time I was relative was an instant. Weiss runs his alert eyes behind his back. Trident right on the side. Several rushing footsteps are echoing from one side of it.

"Alvina, go first"

Weiss pointed the other way.

"Cynthia is probably a cathedral. There was a concentration of surgeons in and out. If we go that way, we'll be out near the cathedral soon. I'll catch up with you soon."

"Weiss."

Oh, my God, and Weiss sees Alvina like a hundred million bucks.

"When it's all over, let's go north"

"What's all of a sudden?

"It's our land of birth. Aren't you free to go anywhere when you get out of here? Let's go together."

Anyway, the place to return from this man is lost.

More than a decade early to leave my hometown. I didn't think I'd have the idea of going back to that land.

But at the end of the North, which is beyond the wilderness, my sister's curse should be mild by the time we reach it.

I learned to live as a group. Unlike at a young age, you can get used to any of the dotted villages.

It's not bad to involve this man in a life full of caged baked treats, even a bottle of tea, and spending his days lazily.

The man laughed small and waved like when paying for a wild dog.

"We'll save Cynthia first.... Go quickly."

"I'll see you later"

"Ah."

Leave the scene with the sound of your heels.

The old stone passage smells of mold and earth. Running down a snake-like path and climbing a wall with his legs hanging from a worn hole, he went out to the ancient well of a herbal garden co-located in the cathedral.

Before dawn. Time to be quiet if normal. But there were signs of multiple people.

Alvina continued to run as she tightened up, stuffed and sometimes butchered those she encountered.

(Cynthia)

One crack of the twins that was beside me from the moment I was out of my mother's belly.

My sister.

Just one.

(Don't stop)

I'm here, Cynthia.

Because he's alive.

(So please don't die)

Me.

Don't leave me alone.

Cynthia Lennon is, to Weiss, the enemy who induced the death of her flesh parents. He is the contractor who gave him a temporary place at the beginning.

It is the only blood family left in Alvina.

He overwhelms the others and has extra magic, but he's just a good, straight-rooted daughter. He was deeply in love with whoever drew him in as a companion. First knight. The love I was pouring on my beloved husband was deep besides things. The man wants you dead. What shall I say without pity for this?

Cynthia isn't the only one. And those who were promised prosperity, and Alvina.

The man showed up leading the knight and the sorcerer.

The man brushes a cold smile on his mouth when he sees Weiss waiting for him.

"It's a special victory to surrender adults, Weiss. It saves you time."

"Cromwell. What did Arnold promise you?

"I would have been told. Further prosperity. sweep away the abominable disease and a party of the predecessors in the art ceremony of the divine world. Sacrificing Cynthia is... distressing."

He was a man of greater lust than ever. Have you got that in mind? Let Weiss sneak in.

"You believed that man's words? He could have left Cynthia alone."

To be seen from the group of materials viewed by the sorcerers, there is nothing but ruin brought about by the sorcery ordered by Arnold. It is a curse that sprays with directivity and aggression on the immense magic unleashed by the death of a witch.

Everyone in the capital, including ourselves, will be wiped out or deformed.

Cromwell doesn't hide discomfort in Weiss' words. I didn't even turn around. He stares into the dark over Weiss' shoulder.

"Is Alvina Ahead"

"Is she horrible?

Alvina Lennon is not a witch.

But a rare magician after a witch. Cynthia's absolute protector. That's why Arnold held her down by surprise.

Laughing at his once murderous colleagues, Weiss coats himself with magic. Do not let the enemy magician master this flow of demons.

Numerous phosphorescences shake from their feet, dyeing their own skin light green.

Weiss finally drew a formation in the universe with his raised fingertips. If you hit it, the demon who responded to it sounds bright. The pitch-black darkness crawls out of the shadows created by phosphorescence.

Weiss laughed at the men who stomped at each other.

"Well, can we afford to look at it approximately or something? It's easy for me to destroy you all."

When Alvina broke down the magic lock by knocking in the magic and pushing open the heavy door, a rosy light plunged through the long vertical window into its hall deep in the cathedral.

Every day, all the benches that line up are removed. polished, thin red floors that became prominent. On top of that, it would have been laid by multiple people, a huge formation of sorcery engraved. It is easy to imagine a large yuan of red and black ink. What could be the red balls embedded in the areas where the formation is needed?

Red, and worthy of a kingdom bearing two names, and dyed by that light, the hall was beautiful. A color window depicting God and the beast accompanied the center of a wide space up and down with exquisite rainbow colors.

One woman lies colored by the grain of light. Wrapping costumes overlaid with watermark knitting and thin cloth resembles a bride. But the sword that stood in his abdomen was unusual. There was a man beside her who poked one knee on the floor and drooped. All I could see beside me was mourning the unemployed that attacked the woman.

A man raises his face.

Get your hands off the sword pattern.

The design of the beast eating the balls of night glowed dull. Like ridiculing Alvina's arrival.

A woman's vain eyes capture Alvina.

A face very similar to Alvina breaks in delight.

"Hey..."

"Cynthia!"

Reflectively shake one hand up from the bottom. In response to Alvina's magic, the light that dwells on high heat rips the universe apart. A circle near the center of the formation discharged, making a sound. A cylindrical wall of light rising around Cynthia swallows and chews the heat waves produced by Alvina.

The man was away from Cynthia's side. As his clothes disappeared on the door leading to the festival room, Alvina broke through the wall of magic and attached it to her sister.

Put your hands on your blue and white cheeks.

"Cynthia......"

"Hey.... safely."

"That's right. I asked Weiss. Do something stupid. … how can you, always, make yourself crude!

I wanted my sister to run a little more conservative. Self-sacrifice is too much.

"... hey... everyone said it would make you feel better"

"No, I'm not. Nothing will change if one of you dies. It doesn't change!

"'Cause... ahh noodles"

Alvina held Cynthia's hand. transferring her gaze to her abdomen and tongue-in-cheek at beautiful silver.

The sword of the beast, Esmeralda, is said to be a sword laid down to protect the witch. The sword is in Arnold's hands, as he said, and he has been protecting Cynthia for a long time.

With that sword that swore allegiance and love to her, with that hand that loved Cynthia, did that man put his sword up in this flat belly?

Inhaling the blood flowing from her body, the curse formation brings magical light.

"It's your fault, Alvina"

Alvina looked overhead.

A man stands on the perimeter corridor upstairs. A man whose own sisters were longer than anyone else.

"Arnold."

"I'm crazy at hand because of you. I didn't mean to make Cynthia suffer long."

Bullshit.

The sword that penetrated Cynthia's belly did not fall out. I can't even catch up with the cure. Cynthia's magic just waits for the opening as she is eaten by the formation.

My daughter leans against a man who stares abominably. Daughter braided luxurious, wavy blonde hair. Princess of Scarlett.

"... if you don't get away from there, you'll die, Alvina"

Arnold flipped his coat with his daughter in his arms. Phosphorescent rises like a bubble and swallows the two. Understanding the activation of the transfer formation from the wave-beating magic, Alvina drooped with her umbilical cord.

Hey, and Cynthia called Alvina. Let's move on to her seven colors. The focus is lost from her silver eyes. Alvina put her strength at her fingertips holding her sister's hand. Cynthia's hands were cold as midwinter.

"... I... have never done that to Jibu."

"Shut up."

Sword removal and obstruction of formation. At the same time, Cynthia's physical healing and physical enhancement.

I will exercise every technique I can think of.

But the magic broke from the edge where it was assembled. Cynthia's skin is foaming, pushed by the intrinsic magic on the verge of rupture. Were you impressed by her magic? Magic also broke out in Alvina's body. I can't breathe. Blood seeps out from the skin, from the familiarity, instead of sweat or tears.

"I... only wanted my lovely one"

"Yep."

"I'm serious, but I'm not... just..."

"Cynthia."

"I just wanted to be the one, stupid, just the one."

Hey, and a trembling voice calls Alvina.

Sorry, and she apologized.

"I was an idiot... Hey. I'm sorry. Hey. Sister Alvina. Please... don't resent anyone but your sister."

"Alvina!"

A man jumps into the hall through a door that remains open. But the outer circle of the formation blew him with light.

"Weiss!"

Alvina found out that her legs were no longer moving in an attempt to raise her hips.

The skin had turned iron, the contours had collapsed and melted out like fog.

My remorse for my weakness. Despair and anger.

Alvina shouted as she was thrust up by blowing emotions.

"... how did you betray me! Arnold!

It's the old days.

It's a story buried in the shadow of history.