The Queen’s Cosmetician

When Armatine turned off her grin, the sound of her heels also stuffed her distance from Mariage in a high breath. A quick stretched woman's hand grabs up Mariage's neck, which has slipped away.

"Where's the die!?

"... and la"

"You can't be! We should have been together the whole time, wouldn't we, Queen Sama - where the hell did you leave the die!?

Giri, and his neck squeezes further. It darkened in front of me. As it is, I will fall.

Mariage stepped on her weight and heeled through the woman's toes, poking the loose gap in the hand force on her neck, pushing her body in front of her with full force.

"No..."

"Ugh... Keho, Keho... Keho"

Mariage sank into the spot weakly. My body bounces for air. My chest is screaming softly for an untidy breath. I touched my throat and it hurt dull. It looks like it has a mole.

As the star's blink of sight opened, I saw a woman's toe at its end. Cursory, face up. The face of a woman furious enough to lose her color is silently looking down at Mariage.

My chest palpitations subsided and I had my doubts again.

"Why is the Flower Street Geisha here?

"I'm the one asking the question. You must have been far away. Where's the die?

The woman's voice looks like a sharpened blade.

Mariage sighed.

"Perfilia knows, right? On my way back here, along the border, I was caught in a riot by a town called Tartaza. I'm off on my way out, and that's it."

"Riot...? What is it? Keep it up, you left that kid alone!?

"Ugh! I didn't throw that kid out of my mind, either!

I sent Alvina to Tartarza, and as soon as I got back to Del Ligueiria, I was going to hit her in the hand.

"I want to know where you are now, too!

"... you want to look, you think?

"Ha!? Of course!

The frustration creeps up in Russia, and Mariage yells back.

Dropping the shoulder Armatin was pissing off, he reached for Mariage.

After the tour, with a hand from Armatine, Mariage lifted her hips. Remember to stand dazzled and mellow. but the supporting hand quickly extended from the armatine. With a polite hand, she sits Mariage in a chair nearby.

"You're rambling me. Sorry.... when did the queens get into the riot? I know it wasn't before."

"... about half a month ago."

Mariage replied, counting the days backwards. Armatin rests his hand on his chin, soldering, and groaning.

"... just about the same time. The power map of the nobles has been rewritten for a while. The flower district (of which) had a lot of impact."

"... because the guests are nobles?

"Yes.... can I have some tea? I'll brew you the queen's share."

Before Mariage gave her permission, Armatine simply walked to the cabinet. She spreads her tea tools tightly to continue the conversation.

"I've been feeling like a jerk for a while. Asma told me, I've been exploring a lot..."

"Explore the aristocracy?

Mariage frowned at Armatine's noisy remarks.

"I've been asking you, what the hell are you? Weren't you a geisha?

"A geisha? Ex."

Armatine flipped around and turned back to Mariage.

"Now your noble concubine. My husband, who was so kind, invited me over. There are so many of them. As a concubine or wife, one who welcomes us.... to nobles, to officials, to businessmen's husbands, because suddenly something will change our customer base all the time, and we can be trampled down. We're trying to find a way to get our hands on it in advance."

Finally, an intermediate. Mariage became comfortable scuffing the bitter bug.

"How long have you guys been like that?

To Mariage's inquiry, Armatine just made him laugh. I can deduce from her reaction that a significant number of humans are entering aristocratic society.

When was that? That man has been zero before.

This country has long been widely rooted by hookers.

A small country of geisha - ….

"Does Die know about you guys?

"Of course I know that we geishas are sometimes entrusted to noblemen. But I don't know what more."

Armatine arranges tea utensils on the table in front of Mariage. Black tea poured over them and a cute aroma of tea leaves tickled Mariage's nasal cavity.

"The information network is a weapon. But it is also a sword of difficult blades to handle. Die is a kid who knows to hide, but he said he didn't even teach Asma because the roots are simple and stubborn craftsmanship. There are plenty of things that you can protect if you don't let them know.... If I had told her about us before this happened, maybe things would have changed."

Lower your hips to the chair opposite you and Armatin lifts the tea vessel. Yeah, not quite, and imitating her admiring the taste of tea, Mariage slowly put her mouth on tea, too.

"... yummy"

"Ugh. Thanks."

"It's not like unsavory tea was popular in Flower Street."

"Die tea, you've had it? That's not good! She has a decent taste, but she can't cook a meal or anything."

Did you think of a troubled die in the cooking area? Armatine sneers and laughs.

Mariage also loosened her mouth and sipped the tea again.

"Asma was watching.... about Die and the Queen"

Die's adoptive mother is in the flower district.

Who was she watching over herself through?

Mariage let go of the tea apparatus and asked Armatine.

"You too?

Were we watching over ourselves?

Armatine looked lightly and then nodded.

"Yeah, yeah.... Everyone in the aristocratic neighborhood. Everyone saw you as Asma's eyes."

Ever since the day Die stepped into Mizweeri.

Armatine placed a tea bowl on the receptacle.

"Little Scanagia, it was, wasn't it? From the moment the queens left that way, the nobles began to move a little strange. Asma called as soon as the die came back and was going to advise. And yet you're no longer the queen, and Die... is missing."

There are rumors that the female officer, who was accompanied by a makeup artist, returned with the body and the die died again.

"You're here, by chance?

"No way! You've had a hard time deciding! We usually just listen to people and they don't move like this."

Armatine and her people took risks like this one just to make contact with Mariage, the lead on Die's whereabouts.

Everything, for the die.

And for her adoptive mother, Asma.

"Asma, who showed us a future other than to be abandoned when we grow old, owes us all a debt of gratitude, no matter how we stand upside down. Die owes me a favor about that kid's mother."

"... how did you get in so far?

"When I heard you were looking for the Queen's caregiver, my husband worked for you. A whore takes care of the queen. Wouldn't it be great to disparage the Queen?"

As I agree with that opinion, they worked in the face of the next queen in their company, and in addition, they worked under the water to make it happen.

It crossed a dangerous bridge. Mariage had a headache.

"Isn't that from the side of your choice... that you were an easy woman to seal your mouth off?

I don't want to badly invite a woman with no identity. If you are a noble blood muscle, you will soon have trouble ending it.

User-friendly and easy to cut off. In that perspective, wasn't Armatine appointed?

Armatine laughed hey at Mariage's point.

"Oh, are you worried about me? Aligato, it's okay. We'll make it work."

"I hope so.... but I'm sorry. I seem to have made you struggle, but I can't do anything you want - I'm not the queen anymore."

Armatin erases a grin from his face.

She asked Mariage in a low voice crawling through the earth.

"... I want to find a die. Yes, you said it, didn't you, Queen Sama?"

"I want to find you. If it's something you can find."

Mariage made fists on her knees.

The number your fingertips, the more strength you can put in the hand you hold.

"In Tartarza, she jumped on enemy soldiers to protect me and fell off a horse.... lived at that time because the follow-up confirmed it. But I couldn't recover it."

I didn't have time to help Die long enough. Only being able to escape at full speed was allowed by those who were there, the only thing.

"I want to find you. It's my fault that she's not here. I'm sure you want to find me! But to me! What am I supposed to do? What can you do...!

Now is the time. I would be a prisoner if I were you.

I don't like it.

I want to kick your past self to death screaming that you don't want a queen's seat or anything.

When it comes to what I can do right now, it's just that I'm just going to die.

If Mariage were alive. If you scratch your feet.

The cosmetician with the national chapter will always come here without regard for his own danger as long as he is safe.

"This is what I am in. If she's alive, I'll call your husband first."

It doesn't make sense where I got to myself.

Armatin set foot in vain.

Armatine shook her head at Mariage's claim.

Listen, she told me sharply.

"You made contact with the Queen because you couldn't get Asma to move."

"... what do you mean?

Armatine sighs at the mariage she pursues.

"Looks like we're not the only ones looking for a die.... Die's origins are down, but not that anyone knows, right? There's a lookout in the whorehouse."

Mariage glanced at him.

Only a limited number of people know that the die is out of the flower district. Some of Mizweeri's servants. Rodimus and Ass. Then it's Rudia Gertrude. There will be more than one around them as well.

Rudia said she was staying, and Rodimus and the others were mouthwatering not to carry out a search for the die.

One way to find out where the die came from is to check Heath's business records. That should be at Rodimus's, but did he give it to someone? Again, I still don't want to think that the Rodimas are looking for a die - that the send-off ahead is the act of those brothers.

"Because our customers have many aristocrats, they don't crush them easily, I think. But it's not safe."

"Are you going to stick out a die?

"Um! Are you listening to me? We are! Get that kid! I want to help!... Whether you're looking for that girl or whatever, the best way to crack the situation is to have the Queen restored!

"Restore... how?

The Queen's reconsideration has already begun.

The castle is in motion for the transfer of the throne.

I don't know, Armatin said.

"We're gonna find a way."

Mariage was stunned by the answer. Oh, my God.

But Armatin's eyes were serious.

"We think you're better off as queen. Because you're Die's husband. So if you want restoration, we'll be your eyes and mouth here. But if you don't tell me that you don't want it, that you'll help Die with anything, then we won't waste it either. Find another way."

Armatine shows a choice.

Mariage rubbed the crease between her eyebrows with her finger belly against her forehead.

"... I wanted to snap that kid who makes himself crude when he jumps on enemy soldiers"

Will that come true if we regain the Queen's seat?

I know. That girl feels a burden.

My love drove Mariage into distress. So he wants to die. He wants to get easier soon.

From the pain of being pinched on a plate.

But that's because Mariage couldn't let go of her. I felt like I could disappear myself without looking for her like this. That's all her dedication has ever been worth.

"Die is still light about you."

"Now?

Armatine smiled bitterly and concurred with Mariage, who raised her face in disgust.

"It's our fault. Because we've been... denying her."

I treated her as a die, not Deanna. He forced his own birth, his gender, to live in hiding.

Instead of being a geisha, he let his parents take a different path: a facialist.

While most of them were born and raised from the land, that daughter was destined to search for a new heaven and earth.

"... I know what it's like to keep that kid dressed like a man. That girl's costume is a murder weapon."

That girl, dressed beautifully, scratches the men with the brilliance of things. Whether unconscious or not. If you want to move intentionally and cage the men - even Mariage will understand the fear and emotion of the women in the flower streets.

Armatine erupts.

"Hey. Die, did you do something? Asma, you said you were gonna look like a girl of your age."

"Well, you've done a lot of work."

Yes, and Armatin smiles pitifully.

"Sometimes it's easy for that kid to work on Asma's side and make steady money choosing a facialist as a job, not a painter like his father, but maybe the primary reason he wanted to repaint his existence"

No one will deny it.

I am not denied raw.

Someone else.

(Oh, you did)

Mariage finally got to the point.

She originally wanted to get rid of herself.

The fact that the relationship with that man was known to the prime ministers only gave the impulse a big name.

Mariage felt fiercely angry.

(What, that)

At all, when she was that girl, it wasn't a burden or anything.

She made Mariage a reason to die.

"I'm not kidding..."

I was thinking about dying for a special victory. Don't you look like an idiot?

"Fine, Armatine."

Armatine, called by name, looks lightly into his eyes.

Mariage pronounced in anger.

"Let's get to your suggestion. Whatever I do, I find a die... one shot, I'm sorry I didn't hit you."

"Hit him?"

"That's right. I'll knock you down, hit you, and step on you. That stupid girl of yours."

I should have made you promise many times not to be gone in the first place with that girl. That's what I rebelled against. Sanctions need to be imposed.

Let her go or not, you just have to decide afterwards.

Armatin blinked with his pussy, then lifted his mouth corner all the way to an invincible laugh.

"If that's the case, let's get to a meeting. We need your help!

"What? Aren't you going to cooperate with me?

"Mutual cooperation isn't important to achieve things? First of all, she hates the queen and can't help it, because she's going to be attached to my act... Dear Mariage, are you good at acting, by the way?

"I don't know."

You can wear a queen-like mask. But if I could play it according to my service - well.

Do I have to apprentice this raccoon?

Totally unintentional though.

It's that guy's back that always chases him if he ends up in a predicament.