The Queen’s Cosmetician

Self-harm jumps in difficulty compared to killing others. Because pain hangs a toothpick on you unconsciously. In order to kill itself for sure, we need an overwhelming force that renders hesitation meaningless - for example, fireworks with large amounts of oil, the impact of falls utilizing high and low differences, and intentions to kill by others.

But all the windows in this room were equipped with a fence to prevent entry and exit. Sparks such as oil were also strictly controlled by female officials.

Above all, Ditrout did not allow the die to die. He makes the female officer and knight stick out perfectly for the die while he is away himself. Even if the die now pokes his own chest with a sword, he will wake up to hear the groan and turn his resurrection hand by chance. So just in case you survive, you're back to the way you were half a month ago.

But if he pierces Ditrout's chest with this sword, the die is slashed and abandoned by the knight because of it. Even if he stays in custody, Serenesty, his lord and sister, leaves the die who harmed Ditrout alone.

I want to show you.

Dumb.

To do this, you have to kill a man who sleeps defenselessly.

(You can't just hurt me, can you?

This man tries to keep the die alive, even willingly, if he just took a shallow hand. That makes no sense. You'll need the temper to really pierce your abdomen.

It is impossible to imitate the steeple successfully.

(When this one dies)

Perfilia falls into confusion. It shouldn't be if you're sending soldiers to your neighbors. It might help Mariage.

(This one)

If you're gone, I'm sure everything will be over.

Because this man, who is nothing else, brought the beginning to the die.

Actual thoughts are only moments away. But it seemed infinitely equal.

Re-grip the dagger that stays shaken up. If left to weakness, the dagger will inflict deep, and possibly fatal, wounds on the man by its weight.

Yet neither my hands, nor my arms, moved. They were both paralyzed, but the die was stiff with his dagger swung up, as if it had been withheld by someone.

Ditrout opens his eyes all the time.

Die swallowed his spit. There was a man. It was not an awakened wind. The pale eye was only shooting a die.

"Your thoughts are right"

Ditrout said.

"If you want to die, you should kill me. If you were going to point that sword at yourself, I would have taken it up sooner."

"... you slept, didn't you?

"I'm good at pretending I slept with Hate. Because I have an escort who won't try to get out of my bedroom unless I sleep.... Well, your hands are paralyzed, aren't they?

Ditrout gripped the dagger pattern with each of Die's hands as he stretched out in obscurity. Let the forcefully drawn sword tip point to your own throat.

"If you want to kill, here it is.... if you poke here, you will lose blood. Just put your weight on it and poke it."

Ditrout's hand did not allow Die to escape.

"Put your strength into this hand. If you show in your actions that you really want to die, I'll end up with you myself.... Even if they poke me in the neck, there's time before I lose my mind. If you're weak, I can kill you for sure."

"Ah...... ah"

Die looked down moaning at his hand, only grabbed by Ditrout and unable to even tremble.

"Deanna"

Ditrout calls it stern.

"Don't think it's easy to die. You also know that what we carry is not something that can be thrown away like that. What does it mean to bear a national chapter? We carry the lives of others equally to kings. … you must have thought of that too"

Die came as far as I could tell.

I could have gone down this road sooner. That's not what Die did.

Chancellor Perfilia tells him sharply.

"If you truly want death, redeem it with my life. Forgiveness for those who wait in the land of Maboba, whom thou hast overstepped."

"Wow, but..."

"... you can't, can you?

Ditrout loosened his hand.

Still, Die didn't feel like re-gripping the dagger. The blade fell between the knees of the die without force.

"People who really want to die poke themselves without thinking about it. You didn't. You want to live."

No, I wanted to say.

I'm just cowardly. It was just weak.

I was afraid to die myself, shallow, I just asked for other help.

Die saw Ditrout. He remained lying on his sleeping table. If the die decides to be ready now, we can go down to the dead together.

"... knowing the weight of bearing the national seal, did you think that you could be killed by me?

"Yep."

"Why..."

There was zero whining that could not even be asked.

Ditrout is a man who can't make a different choice.

It's not a die, it's a man who can choose the queen, his lord.

And yet why.

Ditrout slightly lowers his lid.

He said, letting the pale in his eyelashes pass the bitter color.

"I have brought thee into this way"

I didn't just find the die from the flower district. Ditrout's detachment from support prevented the extra die from letting go of the mariage.

"So, really, the truth, if you want to be free from suffering... I thought you could make it happen"

"... you could have been killed?

"Yes..."

The man said looking at the die alone.

"Anything. One thing, I told you.

"... anything, one?

What are you talking about?

Die mumbled at the inquiry.

Nostalgic memories flicker in the back of my brain.

"This is a loan. It's one."

"Lending?"

'Yes. One thing about everything, you listen to me, Heath. Then I forgive you'

"Okay."

Lending, that's one thing.

- Remember, he did say.

The night the Queen was born in Del Ligueiria. In the middle of a thunderstorm, just before the two paths split.

Oh, and hot stuff creeping up under my eyes.

One of everything. What I say. What I want. When you do that.

I wonder why this man says it here.

I wanted you to forget that promise.

I wanted you to be the man to forget.

It falls from the cheek into a fist made on the knee. The whimper clogs the back of my throat. My chest is blocked and I can't breathe.

A man wakes up physically and holds himself like that.

Ditrout threw a dagger far from the hand of the die. Did you hit the wall? And there's a blunt sound.

"Deanna"

Ditrout called the die softly.

"It's okay. It's just going to be hard right now. Because you are so weak. Rest, eat, and if your body and mind recover, you will be able to think of those who support you. Makes me think of the future. Enjoy. Welcome. Those things can be picked up properly, too. You're the one who can do it."

He was combing his hair while holding a die in one hand. The gesture was very gentle. Take the hand of a die whose fingertips wrap around the man's chest. Good, he said.

"This hand should not be tainted with human blood. To make one beautiful."

"... my hands are dirty"

To Yuma's blood.

She's not the only one. In Tartaza, Alvina's protection killed many to save Die's life.

Was that all it was worth in the die? Die asked, no, I thought.

I had to act just like I deserved it. If Die put himself in danger, he had to quickly understand that the lives of others were equally, more than that, in crisis.

Now I know why everyone in the royal castle wanted to keep the die away. Nor would they have wanted to serve those who push themselves into a dangerous position.

"Look, I'm here, I'm already..."

A man frowns at the squeal of a die.

And when I said no, I tickled and touched Die's finger.

There are no glossy colors. Die laughed unexpectedly at the repeated mouthpiece, remembering his stubbornness.

"Sounds like... you're getting it cleaned up"

Ditrout looks at the die with a stiff look on his face.

Die snapped his neck.

"... anything?

"Oh, no. … remember the first time I saw your makeup…"

"Mine, makeup?

"Yep.... in Hanayashi."

I put makeup on a geisha who was beaten by a guest, and I couldn't figure out the mole under my eyes. I miss how that happened to the man's explanation.

"I wasn't really interested in your work, even when I was trying to hire you. But then, when you put on makeup, and a geisha tainted and hurt by a man's greed, you looked like a Virgin for the rest of your life."

To that, it's as if I've been cleansed.

As if my filth had been scorned.

It's as if he was saved from the sludge.

I was deeply impressed, he said.

"Then. I really want you."

The man did sincerely invite a die in the flower blossom.

That's why I decided to nest out of that cradle.

This man always gave me what Die wanted.

He paid tribute to Die's work.

A man who loves himself so much wedges him.

"Live, Deanna. Whatever."

- Now, already.

I will not die.

The heavens are the gardens of greenery and the ease of the world. The earth is like a prison that binds demons in misery.

The metaphor is correct.

Being strong enough to know that my daughter's path is Tsu's path and still live is nothing more than her own self-righteousness.

Dotha, and there's a snowfall.

Stopping his hand stroking the sleeping Deanna, DiTrout looked out the window. Dark darkness is obsessed in the disappearing windows of snow. I can't see ice and snow swallowed by that darkness. But the sound of the wind is still ringing.

It still looks like a snowstorm.

"You Eirene!

Helmut's fist slaps the top plate of the desk with the anger. A floating attitude and an unimaginable sound from the literary waist of a luxurious arm shrunk the scene together. Convince me on the other hand. After all, he is the head of the Sagan family, who has produced many military personnel.

The meeting room quiets down. The roar of the wind echoes again. Scalp and trembling window bolts. How many innocent people over there are freezing to death? It's not hard to imagine.

'I wonder how you feel...... How does the queen feel about waving her hand away and gazing at the people drowning in the sea of blood while pulling cages in the land of peace?'

My lord curses the Queen of Delligeria with a high voice. Evil feelings for the neighboring country only grew more and more every day, since he mimicked Doppelgum and secretly entered the neighborhood and was turned down with the momentum to spit the salvation he had begged the queen of that country for.

cancer, and a heavy blowing noise sounds indoors.

Soon after I saw it, my lord held the iron burning rod in his hand and threw down the emergence of the Virgin smiling on the fireplace. It was so sudden. There were many fears. The Virgin was a Mother of Mercy who watched over herself with the Lord God at all times. Coronation. Sabbath. And a daily table. Before work. Subject of prayer dedicated to folds. Everyone was frightened of the Lord's actions to destroy it.

Cancer, cancer, cancer. Over and over again, he strikes the portrait with an iron stick, and when the sharpened cracked stone falls to his feet, the master finally smiles and turns.

'Fine, then let me show those women, shall I?

how this country will push forward.

The queen's grin dyed her cheeks into the heat color of the fireplace was spectacular.

The burning fire jumped hugely.

"Dear Livot!

Stand back from my oblivion to the screaming voice of Leonidas. He lies with a man without power. The hand wrapped in that small hand was stained with the man's blood and deep red. The young knight was crying over his lack of strength.

A doctor who was seeing a man shakes his head loosely with a sad face. That's all. There's nothing left to do.

All the voices of those surrounding the man were plundering. It was imperative to try to retain the man at all. He was needed. I had to be there.

Yet life overflows from his belly.

Cheers, and a man throws up blood. With a whimpering voice, he called one name.

"Dita......"

That's the name of the man who drove the man into this state. He's just one apprentice. It was the name of the man who had ordained Prime Minister Perfilia's reign.

A man's hand reaches out to himself, gleefully stifling. The circle of man is broken and drawn into it. Poke your knee beside the man. A man's red and black fingertips hold his hand.

'... be glad you're safe first'

said the man to encourage.

You have to be the queen. Your replacement is gone. "

I'm not replacing you.

Nowhere.

I want to scream but I don't have a voice. My thirst was thirsty.

"Dita."

A man squeezes out his voice by sewing between untidy breaths.

"Support the queen. No matter how hard it is, live... survive. So... '

There was no continuation of that word.

Lost forever.

Someone in the ring closed the man's open pupil.

I don't remember if that face was at peace.

I got up and left the wheel. I don't feel comfortable with my feet because of my seeping vision. Relax and lean against the wall you crashed into and look up to heaven.

I screamed without a voice.

"Dita!"

Let's call ourselves. Awaken to the voice, DiTrout opened his eyes. I have Deanna with a surprised face in front of me. When I saw her blinking her swollen eyelids, she was there too. She woke up.

Looks like you two were asleep for about two minutes. It was soon thin.

Ditrout jumped his torso with every upper hanging. Zeno was treading at the door. Basically he won't enter this room until he's called. His behavior had shown that it was an urgent matter.

DiTrout asks as he crosses Deanna's legs and descends from her bedroom.

"Where?

As long as we know the scene of things, we can discern the matter to some extent.

Zeno did not answer. The tip of his slightly moving gaze is his daughter on the sleeping table.

The person seen also understood Zeno's silent answer. Deanna pulled the hem of DiTrout's garment hard.

"What to Del Ligueiria...?

"To?"

Xeno groans in surprise and Deanna glances lightly.

Ditrout ordered, staring at Zeno.

"Zeno, pick up that dagger"

"Dagger......? What, why are you falling here?

"Scipio, where's Rusty?

"I'm here."

Instruct Mark and the knight who was taking turns to call in a female officer.

Deanna's hands off her top, DiTrout told her.

"Wait. Talk to you later."

"... is that true?

"If you don't abandon yourself and strive for health care."

Deanna stuck her lower lip out, staring at Ditrout, and said briefly to wait.

Exit to replace Rusty. Scipio closes and locks the living room and activates the Soundproofing magic. DiTrout heard the rest of the report from Zeno, checking his background quickly.

I hear the mariage's gone.

"Disappeared?

"From a place of detention"

"Is Wang Du making a scene?

"It doesn't seem that far, but it's only a matter of time. It's not covered up. Seems like the castle is getting stubborn. More information at His Majesty's. Old Sagan came back last night."

"Thank you for your hard work in this snow..."

Put the dagger given to you by Zeno in the sheath.

In the meantime, he became more than enough to serve, and Ditrout went out into the hallway with Zeno.

Walk in a hurry towards the office. The unpopular morning hallways were so quiet that they were sometimes sucked by snow. It was bright out the window. The wind seems to have stopped and the little snow seems to be lingering.

Dita, and Zeno whispers hesitantly.

"What?

"You... have you slept?

"... yeah"

Ditrout affirmed.

It's rare to be able to sleep for two minutes. If Zeno hadn't stepped in, he might have woken up a little slower.

Xeno exhaled and muttered.

"Right..."

When you arrive in the office, the knight who makes the turn opens the door.

A master who already takes his seat moans with his face up carelessly.

"It's too late, Prime Minister."

In the room were the queen and her shadow, and three Helmuts, all already waiting.