The Queen’s Cosmetician

Sudden severe cold waves and snow attract yet another problem.

Are the snow-covered harbours and streets closed? Even if it doesn't get that far, loads and people come and go dull. It will be difficult to replenish food and fuel, and an increase in the number of starving and frozen deaths will be a necessity.

I guess I was running off to deal with all those things. Ditrout didn't show up this way after the snow started falling.

He finally showed up under the die when he was going to be just over a month for the rest of the year.

Die lay herself in the bench she leaned against by the window, looking out blurry. I almost stopped vomiting, and for a short time I was recovering until I could lay down without having to go to bed.

The ditlout, which stopped beside him, wrapped around a cold outside air. Let the snow smell and let the eyes of the observation circle over the die.

"I heard you've extended the time you can stay awake, but the passage sounds good"

"As you can see...... You seem a lot busy."

Water droplets decorating honey-colored hair reflect the fire light of the fireplace in rainbow color. The man's skin exposed to cold air is as white as a wax. He looks tired. Nevertheless, I don't remember exploring his memories, such as his face full of precision.

Ditrout shrugs his shoulders.

"It's the end of the year, right? … and this snow."

Ditrout glances outside over the body of the die.

"I'll be down a lot this year"

"Usually...... not so down?

"Yep. Even if you get down, it doesn't accumulate much. But this year, you'll see."

"Is that all over Perfilia?

"Right......"

"Ditrout"

Die touched Ditrout's finger. The silk field of the gloves was also a lot colder. Plead in his hand.

"Please pull the soldiers."

Perfilia is deploying its troops to the Del Ligueiria border. He is pointing a sharpened nail at Die's homeland.

I want you to put that away.

"I can't."

Ditrout returned no with great difficulty.

"It's useless when you complain about love."

"Love? No."

Die snorted. If I could manage with love, my relationship with a man would have been something more different.

"This, it's snow. Isn't it a bad idea to fight at this time of extreme cold?"

Die and not bright for war.

Still, the stagnation of replenishment by snow and the harsh cold can be imagined to reduce the morale of the soldiers.

Ditrout shrugged.

"I see? Sure, it seems pretty healing. I've got more mouths, and I'm turning my head."

"I'm not talking about that."

"Yep. Right.... I don't even have to worry about you running a soldier. I don't care what happens here. You just have to shut up and wait for the end."

You knew, he says.

"I will tread upon thy kingdom."

The reason Ditrout was infiltrating Delligeria in the first place was also to get the country by tailoring her puppet queen. From his point of view, I guess the means are only trying to achieve their original purpose the more they change.

With a hand stretched out to the sieve, Ditrout wraps around the cheeks of the die facing the window. The outside air, which was cooling the skin, is temporarily blocked.

As each other's muddings mingled, DiTrout exhaled and let go of his hand. Insert your arms into the neck of the die and behind your knees and lift your body for each wrapped blanket.

"Wow...!

"Time to get back to your bunk. The fever goes up."

Eye on Rusty, whom Ditrout had refrained from on the wall. The woman rolled the sleeping cloth as she understood it and positioned the pillow.

Ditrout gently lowered Die's body over the cloth. It was like dealing with something broken. Apply the peeled blanket back from the top again.

Is it because you got up on your knees? My ankle swells out of my blanket. Ditrout covered that ankle with his hands.

He seems to be grabbing it, and maybe it's different. I could barely feel the feel of a man's hand over the bandage.

"- Is it hard?

DiTrout doesn't make it clear what he's talking about.

Die shoved his hand against his lid and moaned.

"If you hadn't found me... it wouldn't have been so hard"

In tartarza.

Alternatively, in my hometown flower district.

Unless this man finds me.

Right, and the man affirms.

"I think so too"

Ditrout hid Die's feet with a blanket.

Die asks him to bake pale care.

"What are you going to do with me?

"... things have changed."

Ditrout groaned with a sigh.

"It's all since you recovered.... In a few moments, let's also start walking practice. Don't leave any difficulty in walking."

"Are you -..."

We're going to let the die survive.

Even after attacking and destroying Die's homeland.

Understand that again.

Ditrout did not pursue the die he stopped talking about.

Leaving him to say he would come back, he walked away from the room.

As the days go by, the snowfall grows to an increasing degree.

If inclement weather persists in Del Ligueiria, the events of the castle will be forced to scale down or cease. That seems to be the same for Perfilia. Ditrout also seemed to have more free time on his body, and he appeared more frequently than before and began to stay longer.

So what does he do?

I'm dating Die's exercise.

Walking training did not seem to be a dittrout joke. The day after he declared, doctors were explaining to the die what the training was to be. Dietraut, who appeared the next day, pushed it forcefully.

Let's start with getting up without back support.

Easy, simple and basic operation.

To support the back hand I poked. Alternatively, pull DiTrout's arm and wake up your torso on your own.

That's all, I'm out of breath.

Normally, it was extremely difficult to operate without thinking that it could not be done.

Next, leg flexion. On the sleeping table. Sit on the edge of your bedroom when you get used to it. That alone impaired the treatment marks on my abdomen and I was to roll with pain.

Rusty assists when Ditrout is absent. Continue your rest training as you identify your physical condition. I can't reach walking. That's all I could breathe if I moved it, no matter how immobile the limbs were.

It took several days from the start of the training to the stand-up.

"Speaking of which..."

"... speaking of which?

Ditrout hangs his neck on the die who stopped the words. He was lending a hand to a die rising from the edge of his bedroom. Keeping his hand on the outstretched hand, Die cruises the question.

Ditrout frowned.

"What?

"… without you, I just wondered why the training itinerary didn't move forward"

Even if the physician is good, in the absence of a ditlout, the training begins with a wake-up and leg flexion. I am not dissatisfied. I just wondered.

"We could fall together in Rusty"

"Oh. Is that what you mean"

Little Die and Rusty's physique don't differ that much. I guess it means that women have anxiety as support.

"... then what about Mr. Mark?

If you are a resident knight, there is no shortage as an aid.

There is no profound point in asking. To fill the silence, I just uttered my thoughts.

Ditrout turns his frightened eyes to the die. But for a moment, he was raising the corner of his mouth with a face that came up with something.

He had a horrible face.

Ditrout grips his hand and clasps the reflexively retreating die. He told Rusty to call Mark. The knight who was holding back in the next room, did you call him, and he showed his face?

He looks like an honest man with walnut hair. As he was invited to Ditrout, packed his distance without sound, he begs his husband for instructions with deep bi eyes.

"Give her a hand."

At the diagonal rear of the ditrout, Mark nodded at the sign of acceptance.

Ditrout and Mark change places.

With his musculoskeletal definite body imminent in front of him, Die was pulling himself away unknowingly.

My body cools rapidly.

"Enough."

Ditrout withholds the knight.

"I'm sorry I called you out of the blue. You can back off."

"Yes, I did. … and then the captain is picking you up"

"In a hurry?

"No. They're gonna wait a while."

"Okay. Tell him I'll be out in a little while."

Mark leaves the room in a courtesy of Ditrout and Die.

Die couldn't even respond. He shook his cold hand together and was shaking.

Ditrout gives Rusty instructions on how to handle the drink. She flips herself out quickly.

Ditrout knelt before the die.

Die's hands in small pieces, he gently takes them away with both hands.

Deanna, and he called.

He had a strange and strange face after hitting it earlier.

"Deanna"

Ditrout's hand slips down Die's cheek. The finger strokes the familiarity.

Die blinked. White seepage of vision increased.

Ditrout lowers his hips beside the die. The arm draws the body of the die.

Bury your nose tip on your head, he said.

"I'm sorry. It was frivolous."

"... ah... what... ha"

I can't carry on the word well.

Die pressed his lid against the man's shoulder. I turn my arms around his back and stick with him.

He gently combed Die's hair.

"You've known the opposite sex for a long time, haven't you?

"... you knew"

I'm not bluntly imitating it. Die's work is often surrounded by women, so he doesn't even have much opportunity to get close to a man in the first place. To the extent that I am making my body nervous so that I can retreat immediately.

Looking at the past, I've had a lot of contact with this guy since the days of Mizweeri. It was noticed and natural.

"You were faking your gender. And with that look, there are things about your mother. I was convinced later..."

"So, Mr. Mark, but I couldn't get close to inadvertently"

"It wasn't a taunting mind-set.... That happened. I didn't think enough."

You figured it out, and a man whispers.

I want to affirm.

But I can't.

I was scared.

Of course the body of a stranger who approached me.

There is only a man of the opposite sex who can touch him. That fact.

They're poking me that I can't live under a man.

Dropping one crease on Die's hair, Ditrout lay down his hugged body. Caress the die's forehead while sitting on the edge of the bedroom.

He did that all the time until Rusty came back.

Die turned his body away from Ditrout.

Bury your face in the pillow.

Immediately after you move your body, you will always be dazzled by the blood circle that has gained momentum. Sleep gasping at elevated body temperature. Whimpering added today. The back of my chest cramps and hurts. Keep it up, fall asleep.

If you wake up, you have to scratch your feet to live.

What happens where you survive?

The end of what Ditrout says is yet to be informed.

At last, in the last month of the year, he remained silent about Die's homeland.

Surroundings, including Rusty, are keen to help Die improve his health. On the other hand, Die's own heart just gets cold.

The snow outside is terrible, whenever the sun shoots, and it is always closed to darkness during the day. That seemed metaphorical to me right now, and I was going crazy.

Reject Rusty's hand when he tries not to exercise Die's hands and feet. Curse the dittrout who showed up to accompany the training. My husband is slandered and your mark also seeps through the discomfort. Ditrout decided to stand up the die silently. Keep asking Die to be able to walk.

Not that I'm free with him.

In fact, since the month changed, DiTrout's time in the room had clearly decreased. Preparations must have begun for the beginning of the year.

DiTrout didn't show up during the day that day.

Die was on Mark's watch, finishing his physical training with Rusty's assistant, lying neatly on the sleeping table. From fatigue caused by slight fever, the body and mind are heavy to the fingertips. The lighted down room was dim and the fireplace's leftover fire was the only source of light.

And, and a chunk of ash falls over the remnants of the fire.

The room is immersed in darkness.

The light shone there.

The hinge rang slightly and the door opened.

Die knew the signs of a man entering the room after killing his footsteps.

When he stopped his leg at the door, he lowered the woman sitting in the chair by the fireplace. The door closes quietly.

He walked up to the bottom of the sleeping table after it was dark in the room. Sit back in a chair nearby.

It was a move that lacked agility.

Die asked, surprised at what he didn't do.

"Work, are you done?

"Oh... excuse me. Did I wake you?

"I was awake."

Yes, and as soon as I nodded, he shut up.

I guess I've been extremely busy today. His face looked all the whiter than he remembered. My eyes are pointed out the window. It seemed like watching the snow piling up on the pier of the window or watermarked the distance.

The hand caresses Die's hair heartlessly.

He had done so for too long, and Die inquired indulgently.

"If you're tired, why don't you go to sleep?

"Right......"

"Ditrout"

Let's call a man who won't stop responding raw.

When he looked at the die and narrowed his eyes, he hung it as it was.

of Ditrout directly next to Die's face. That falls. Die peeled his eyes at the man's sudden actions.

"Hey, hey...!

"... nee"

"Go to sleep! Go back to your room!

"Trouble."

"Are you a child!

The man didn't move.

Feel the exhalation in your neck muscle.

A man's fortified body odor after a day fills Die's lungs. Die thought it was similar to Kaoru.

I felt a man's heartbeat from his tight body, although the weight to deposit seemed to be adding or subtracting so as not to overload the body of the die. The sound seemed to ring in the quiet room.

Once upon a time, I held him like this.

On a night of far-reaching thunder.

I wish the time had stopped.

Are you feeling better, DiTrout slowly lifted his body. Excuse me, and, shrug, he leaves the die.

Standing up Ditrout looked back at the die in wonder.

"... Deanna?

"Huh? Ah..."

Following the tip of Ditrout's gaze, Die saw his own hand grabbing his sleeve.

I was unconscious.

Releasing his hand from his sleeve, Die opened and closed his hand. Make sure your hands follow your will properly.

Ditrout says without hesitation.

"I'll go if you don't need me."

A little, a little.

Rub it off yourself. What's the word?

Die pushed the hanging cloth and blanket away and cursorily woke his torso. I look up at the man with the frigid eyes, sitting still.

"... that's okay, stick with it"

"What? What?

"You can sleep here."

The royal castle sleeping area is extra for both of us to sleep on.

Ditrout's complexion was terrible to the extent that he told me that I could be with him.

The man observed Die's face for a long time before eventually he began to take off his gloves.

Unband, take off your top. Put them together and hang them on the back of the chair.

A decoy, and a heavy one were placed on a small table.

It was a dagger.

It's a protective sword. The die was also held in a cosmetic bag. Give me the sword that used to belong to him.

Same type as that.

Take up the dagger.

on shriveled arms. It was slender and heavy, but not too heavy to hold. I thanked Rusty, who had no trouble improving Die's muscle strength.

Ditrout, who removes the hardware on the leather belt, is turning his back on the die.

Somehow.

I hid my dagger under my pillow.

The lightened ditlout looks back. Apparently, the support is over.

"Go to the back."

Although he frowned at Die's instructions, he honestly passed in front of Die and went to the back when he said it was hard to move.

A lying ditlout gently spreads his arms. Die dropped his neck on the man's arm. I can hold it gently. Hold it back.

A man exhales deeply.

It didn't take that long until I started hearing my sleep.

Count the heartbeat of the ditlout for about four and a half minutes. My eyes were frightened. Half an hour, waiting for the passage of time, Die got up. The man sleeping on his back did not move, and his face was as restful as a child, unusual.

You know what, I think.

There's too many defenseless faces.

Die got his hands under his pillow. Place the dagger on your lap. Crawl your fingers into the engraved pattern of the eagle's crest.

I don't know how long I've been doing that.

Ditrout is asleep.

The die re-grips with both hands and pulls the sword body out of its sheath.

And with all his strength, he waved his sword.