The Queen’s Cosmetician

Die was trying not to miss a walk as long as he was fit.

It is also to strengthen the body. But more than that, it meant a lot of gathering information.

The extent to which the die was allowed to act is only one section of the building facing the sea. Among them, only a few rooms - living room, observation room, study, playroom, bathroom - and a garden situated in the center of the building are limited.

Still, I can get something I can't just pick up caged in my bedroom.

He stopped his legs about in the corridor where the pale winter sunlight scattered, and Die looked out the window. Though far below the castle, separated from the royal castle by the river, the extent of man's commute was known if he gazed.

Few people look like streets. There was no sign of a large vessel in the harbor, and the small vessel remained connected and there was no sign of exiting into the sea plains. The snow-covered streets were as quiet as they were lurking their breath.

To the die looking down the castle, the mark attached as an escort asks calmly.

"How was it? Dear Cynthia,"

"Is it always so quiet here at the end of the year?

Die looked up at the knight and inquired.

Workshops and shops close at the beginning of the year in Del Ligueiria. Hence the year is always in a hurry due to the new year's discipline.

Mark returned the denial to the die who asked if it was different in Perfilia.

"This year will be special. Because it's this climate."

"Does that mean the item hasn't come in?

"I am oblivious to that aspect and cannot answer you"

That was a good answer. Do not give the die extra information.

Die smiled bitterly and stepped away from the window.

I feel uncomfortable.

I was wondering if it would be quiet for Wangdu to get this far in the year. If you really don't have anything, something that seems like you could use a little more leisure time in the dittrout.

Prime Minister Perfilia is still busily killed today.

"The city is so quiet, the Chancellor is still busy today"

"... do you miss me?

"Why not?

"... you know, keep that guy busy every day."

"I'm the prime minister, so it would be a problem to be here during the day. I'll kick you out if you want to get in."

Die poked his hand at the wall and shook his injured side leg forward. There is no pain. Apparently, he was recovering well.

"What do you say from Mr. Mark? If I miss him, is he the one who's going to come this way?

"... if you say, you can come, maybe"

"You won't be that sweet. Your husband."

The man is gentle.

But it's not sweet.

Mark opens his mouth with hesitation.

"Master Cynthia seems to know better than I do."

"Better than Mark, who is a Kingsguard, whose constant service to that man is helpful? That's not true."

"But you are well aware of your thoughts."

"I don't think so"

Die denies Mark's words while walking slowly all the time.

"We are just alike"

Being loyal to your own master.

that it bears a national chapter.

I'm following the same path, so there's just something I know.

Mark shakes his neck to the side loosely.

"Is that right...... For example, I feel that Cynthia knows your preferences."

"Like food or something? But isn't that something we should talk about? What does Mr. Mark usually talk about with His Excellency the Chancellor?

"My lord... we don't talk about you very much"

"You only talk about work?

"Right."

I mean, I guess I'll talk about it if it has something to do with my duties.

Mark is a Kingsguard so close to Ditrout that he is entrusted with the care of Die. You can't be oblivious to public opinion.

This man must still understand why Wang Du is so quiet and why Ditrout is so busy.

How should we draw the story from a knight caught in a dittrout?

I have to figure out how to talk, and when I went back to my room with a blur, for some reason DiTrout was relaxing in his long chair.

Unexpectedly, look back at Mark.

"Should I kick it out?

"... no"

Have you enjoyed erupting? Mark squeezes his expression much tighter. It doesn't mean the joke doesn't make sense.

Ditrout frowns in surprise at the reaction of the Dies.

"What are you talking about in a noise?

"It's nothing. What's the matter, sir? You said it was a one-day meeting, right?

"It has been changed to an evening meal. So eat and sleep first at night"

Die nodded in acknowledgment and lowered his hips beside Ditrout. My laziness hits my body more and more. You don't have to feel it during the walk, but you're still tired.

Next to the die to get her breathing done, she closed the booklet DiTrout was reading. That's what he put on Die's head.

Capturing the booklet leaning overhead into view, Die rushes to support the corners of its cover with his fingertips.

"What is this?"

"Don't you want it? It's what you want."

"... gibberish!

Grip the end of the booklet all the way so they don't take it away from you.

Ditrout laughed lightly and let go of his hand.

"I didn't know you'd be so happy"

"With what I had given up"

It is the minutes of the Continental Conference. Lending of public documents is not allowed cheaply. I couldn't do it when I was a girl.

"Did you abuse your authority?

"Rude. It's mine personally."

"That's... thank you for taking the time"

"It's too late to thank you"

"Forgive me. I'm surprised. I appreciate it.... How long can I borrow it?

"It's not good for today or tomorrow. But please return it as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Die spread the booklet he had received on his lap.

The minutes themselves are once on the way back from Scanagia, Jr., and have been read through. There is no need to rush for details. I just wanted to make sure there was a difference between what was lent and what I had seen in the past.

The bundle of paper sandwiched on the leather cover is thick. An Olympic blooming wild rose tangled in a sword - a piece of paper combed and folded with the national chapter of the Devil's Principality (Maisemble) is used in the table of contents. Subsequently, the background of the participating countries and the roster of the main participants followed.

Proceedings of the meeting, which was a major one, including this meeting. There is also an inventory of the materials submitted within the meeting. The copy itself is attached separately and is not here.

As far as I can see, there's no sign that the page is being unplugged.

"Let management be a mark. Don't open it in front of the ladies.... Are you listening?

"I'm listening..."

Upon responding raw to the attention from the man, Die stopped his paging hand.

I learned to catch on.

Return to Table of Contents. White crest floating on paper of the generated colour. Swords and wild roses.

Proceed slowly with the page. On the paper of the pages published about each country, the national chapter floats, as does the table of contents.

It was obvious.

So much so that I wonder why I hadn't noticed before.

(only in our country)

In the national seal, there is no sword.

There's only one thing that makes up Del Ligueiria.

Only wild roses marked by the Virgin.

A man's hand stretched out from the side, clamping and closing the booklet.

Die looked up at Ditrout. He had his quiet eyes pointed at the die.

"You must have just finished your walk. Rest a little before you read. I'll touch your body."

"... you're overprotective"

"You're the one who gets sick and regrets it."

"Right."

Laughing at the pre-construction words the man puked on, Die squeezed his expression.

"... may I ask you one thing?

Ditrout's gaze can be examined so that he can guess through the chest of the die.

Slightly hey then he waved one hand at Mark silently. The knight leaves the room undeniably.

Wait until you two are alone, Die asks Ditrout.

"… How many countries wear wild roses in national chapters other than those that participated in the conference?

"There isn't. Not a single country."

"... So what country doesn't wear a sword?

"Your country is the only one."

Even Maisemble holds a sword in the national chapter. As for Arnold, the knight who followed Cynthia the Virgin.

Only Del Ligueiria is shaped by wild roses.

Die pursued by squeaking his throat.

"... what's the point?

"You should think for yourself.... you're free right now, aren't you?

If it's about the answers, I'll go out with you.

DiTrout grinned thinly and put his mouth on the tea vessel he took from the top of the table.

Die stared at the leather cover.

There have certainly been few opportunities to try and put together national chapters in this way. Still, I should have noticed earlier. Because in Scanagia Jr., the bearers of the national seal were meeting together.

"I need to find out."

(- Dear Mariage...)

Maybe I noticed.

Shortly after returning from this meeting, she was crowded with thoughts about something. With the exception of Die and the other, the conference also had a national chapter. There must have been a chance to notice.

What would Mariage have said then?

"Why did Fortuna come to our country?"

Ka, and the sound of the tea vessel broke Die's thought.

The man next door is getting up and putting his jacket back on.

Ditrout starts walking towards the door. Die also stood up and walked behind him.

"Are you going?

"Yep. Because it just came out a little bit.... Anything yet?

Ditrout opens the door and looks back. I usually drop them off in a long chair, so I guess I wondered about the die that came with me.

I just had some strength left.

Second, he remembers the conversation he had with Mark, and Die lets the geisha hang his neck like a guest.

"If I said I was rusty, I thought you'd stay a little longer."

"... do you miss me?

"No, especially"

Ditrout's eyes are narrowed down to a color that doesn't even look frightening.

Mark was coughing lightly next to it.

Ditrout exhaled and finally took Die's right hand. Mouth gently over the soft skin on its wrist.

"Ditrout"

"You seem to be healthy enough to cover people up, but be nice enough not to turn around.... See you at night"

Throwing Die's hand away, Ditrout left the living room. There is no remnants of the back of a man who disappeared lightly across the door.

He will be back at night.

In fact, ditrouts are busy and sometimes they can't eat together. Still, when I woke up at night, I was beside him. Show your face when your plans are available.

That's why I don't feel lonely about Dietraut's absence.

On the contrary, it was only when it was relative that I felt the rustling.

Ditrout is the Chancellor of Perfilia, and Die is only a Delligerian human being captured by him.

They never reveal inside each other's bellies, and tension lies even when tapping lightly.

I find a difference there with the past and my sentiments groan.

Just six months. More to the point, months.

I spilled from one of them, and they poked me that I wouldn't go back to my days in Mizweeri.

Every, and the die flashed in the crate where it was placed.

"What is this?

"Your Excellency says it's a gift for Cynthia."

"... not a loan?

Yes, and the woman carrying the bag agrees. Die looked at the crate, wondering.

It's a box the size of a hug. Fine workmanship is dug on the candy surface. It had a leather-dispersed handle so that it could be carried.

It's a day to leave a few days till the beginning of the year. Ditrout is on the run to prepare for the festival at the beginning of the year and only sees his face at night the last few days. I don't think I heard anything about being given away.

What Ditrout gives to the die is the minimum you need. That's the kind of clothing you need to live with.

And yet, no way, a gift.

Die was surprised and watched as the woman unfastened the box. Looks like the top expands to the left and right.

What appeared was a row of vials.

The die breathed, pushing the woman's hand away and taking up one of the vials. There is a thick liquid inside. It's a kind of colored powder.

Place each bottle on the table. with several kinds of colour powder, basement, lotion and emulsion. There was also a color plate. At the bottom of the box were several types of brush and sponge.

"Cosmetic tools…"

"Oh, did you get it"

Die turned his back on the voice of the man echoing in the room. The Chancellor, who sees it for a long time in the bright hours, sits back with a slightly rambling act on his bench without walking to the source of the die. Exhaling deeply and demanding water from Rusty, he glanced at the cosmetic tools spread over the tabletop when he broke his hair, which was in order.

"I couldn't get all the types of things you were using...... is that enough?

"Enough…"

The number of items is small. But it was enough. To the extent that I can get started right now if I can be ordered to do my job.

"... how did you get this?

"You'll have more time to stay awake."

With his mouth on the water, DiTrout answers.

"You always said that if you didn't, your arm would fall off. I tried to get it all together when I could get up, but it took me an out-of-the-box, time."

"Can I practice?

"Yep. Be the face of a woman official."

"On your face?

"... I'll take it away"

"You're lying."

Die packed a distance from Ditrout. He puts the dried tall cup on the table and loosens it with his collar caught fingers.

One knee on the bench and stretched out, Die held the man's head to his chest.

"... thank you..."

"... yeah"

I am.

I think you like this guy.

Where you treat your, your essence, with care.

That's the only place that hasn't changed for a long time.

Ditrout supports Die's hips with his arms. He was still held in the chest of a die. Unlike right after I returned to my living room, my breathing was terribly calm.

"Can you slow down already today?

"The meeting is over, and we're going to go back to the courtroom."

Die let go of his body and looked down at the man. My blonde hair is jumping to a sneeze. There must have been so much frustration that I wanted to mess up my hair. Ditrout occasionally does things like a child.

He stroked the man's hair like it had been, and Die withdrew from his lap.

Ditrout smiles and looks up at the die.

"I think we can go back earlier than usual this evening"

Okay, and Die smiled back.

"Then I'll be waiting for dinner today"

Zeno's gaze is depressing as he returns to the office after a break.

"Cynthia, you were so happy"

"Of, it seems.... What are you trying to say?

"Betsy, no."

Really, depressing.

Ditrout walked slightly faster on his feet. Zeno follows without delay.

"Fine. Need to be able to light it?

"In lighting and stuff like that... and this one wasn't just done to please her"

"... you mean you have plans?

"Exactly."

I knew Deanna would be happy to give her makeup tools. Because that's her backbone. There is nothing unhappy about being labored with your core.

You wouldn't want to blunt your makeup arm. I also don't want to drop her arm for a variety of reasons.

I still think her makeup will help.

Even if the master is not convinced.

Ditrout exhaled.

To pawn her since we met. I use it to make Mariage look good and still think about whether she will be a tool or not.

How easier it is to confront your master as having a different national chapter.

When Deanna smiles like she did today, she makes me feel comfortable wanting to repent.

"You're too hard to think about. There's no such thing as a man coming to a woman without a plan.... That kid is happy, so I just need to see it."

"... where you simplify that thing is talent"

"I couldn't let them inherit the house because I simply saw it too much."

"It was..."

Zeno's house was a famous home that produced many prime ministers and ministers.

Zeno and I have been dating since we were introduced by a master, the blood muscle of his house.

Step into Zeno and the office building.

For a moment, I learned the change in air.

There's a rush in the back that should only be staffed at the very least.

A civilian acknowledges the appearance of a ditlout and reports it with a blue face.

Serenesty said he was hemorrhaged.