The Queen’s Cosmetician

Grasping the rope passed between the trees, Dadan treaded strongly on the earth. The laid slopes of the mountain roads are covered in thick snow. Hills glimpses over coniferous forests are also white again. The dotted gray shadow is the tent of the Perfilia soldiers. It was like a beast squatting in the cold. It reflected in Dadan's eyes.

"Mr. Dadan."

"Ooh."

Dadan responded to a call from a group going ahead.

It is a group of merchants who pass on ropes and descend the mountain. It's another Chamber of Commerce people dating the Oswald Chamber of Commerce, and Dadan is entering the border in the name of their escort.

Wearing a hairy headscarf deep inside, Dadan exhaled his white breath and returned to the line.

The merchants are a cover for Dadan. Dadan was trying to cross the border by mixing with them.

There are two purposes.

Firstly, to explore trends in the Perfilia army, deployed with vigilance Delligeria in a state of tension.

The other was to look for the past of a man who once worked for the Mizwieri family as their principal agent.

Bruno Oswald said he had seen Heath Livotto about ten years ago in the mansion of a lord ruling the Perfilia border zone.

Mariage, I hear Heath was telling Die that she was born along the border. Then really that man must have spent his childhood in this border zone.

I want you to find out about that man.

The Lord of Requests, of course, is Mariage.

"Do you care about him?

'No, I'm not. I want to know why he did it. "

To his life lurking in the lower town, Mariage slightly diminished his eyesight, but all his eyes had a strong glow. The winning glance in vain has not changed since we met.

"Do not the desires of those who fell upon me against the throne of the queen seem the same as those which the man was greeting? From that man's past, if there's anything I can pick up, I want to pick it up. '

Zaku, and Dadan stepped on fresh snow.

Hold down the headscarf with one hand and raise your gaze. Finish the descent and head north at the foot of the mountain for half a day. A fireplace and chimney stood outside the little town we reached, just a wide snowfield.

Old fireplace and chimney with coal, moss and crackles in bricks. There is only snow in the dark caves that would once have been set on fire.

"There's your lord's mansion over there... it burned down and that's all that's left. It doesn't have to be sneaky to fall apart."

Said the servant who carried the firewine divided by the water. The place had moved to the dining room in town. Dadan settled into a seat close to the kitchen alone as the merchants who had been innkeeped earlier solidified and stuck smoked meat. I sipped the liquor and ordered a warm simmer, prompting the waitress to continue the conversation.

"The mansion is burning and you're leaving it there? What's going on with the new lord?

"I'm not here. After your mansion burns, your neighbor, the lord, is our lord."

"Well, that's too bad."

"Not really. Your neighbor is in trouble with the army."

"You haven't asked me to come over here?

"I don't have many people I can help."

Until a little while ago, this was also the main point of the merchants' dealings.

There is no shadow to see right now.

The suburban houses that lost their inhabitants decayed. The rulers were absent, and many of the people of the city left. Few young people either. land where fewer families just live discreetly.

But from Dadan, who knows outside, it seemed terribly peaceful to live without being vandalized by the displaced and following livestock for daily food.

"It's noisy that your lord's hall has burned down.... is it just the civil unrest that used to happen?

"That's the place"

Reduces the number of servants.

Understanding her vigilance, Dadan shut his mouth.

Ask the town folks what's going on while waiting for a meal to cook. They had a hard mouth. the absence of a direct lord, that the suburban plain on which the fireplace stands was the private property of the former lord; That the blurry fireplace nestled there was originally set in the great hall of the Lords' Hall. Even if we talk about such things without other love, if we step into the inner affairs of the town, we engage in a relaxed pursuit of them all.

Don't even know what it is.

Dadan tongued at the strange unity of the townspeople.

Even if it was hidden intentionally, it was not something that could be explored.

It was more likely than before.

If this is truly our home, there is no way that those Yerni brothers and sisters will leave the land behind in their own past.

Should I pull or wait?

The plane was brought unexpectedly quickly to Dadan, who patrolled.

After the meal, we had a future meeting with the merchants, and one of the townspeople sat down beside Dadan, who returned to the dining room again. Back in the mid-twenties. If I looked at the human attitude around me, I knew I was in a position to weigh in on this town.

"Sounds like a merchant escort in this snow. Thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you. All of them here are helpful to me because they treat me generously. Peaceful and nice town. I've heard a lot about it, but it looks like this town is not involved in a march."

"Fortunately.... Is it your gender to ask around a lot?

"An escort is such a thing. We have to ask around about the land and buy a story, and we can't be vigilant."

"I see, something like that"

"However, apart from Sole, there are some things I'm exploring"

mouth on the cup, Dadan mentioned.

Strengthen the vigilance that the man next door was loosening.

Placing the dried cup on the table, Dadan shrugged his shoulder.

"I have a man I'm looking for. She's in love with my sister, but she's dazzled. My sister is moaning."

"That's a disaster.... the one I even saw over here?

"Ainya.... I heard you're from around here. I thought you were coming back... But I don't think so."

Dadan lined up the lies that weaved the truth with a hard line. I'd rather publicly declare that I was sniffing around information than poorly exploring it. Because if you know why you're acting, they'll be relieved.

The man who believed in Dadan's lies stepped forward with a leading face.

"There's a lot of people out of town after the house disappeared. What kind of man is that?

"Heath."

The air has changed.

The man's eyes are open. The townspeople, who were deafening to the conversation between the two, are also stopping each move.

Dadan waited for his opponent to get out.

Slightly put it down, a man opens his mouth.

"What... man?

"He's a smart man with a good face. The years are less than yours, or about the same. You know what?

The colors are lost from the men's faces.

A chunk of snow slipped off the roof.

The fire in the fireplace swells wide.

After a strange silence, a man asked stunnedly.

"Is he... alive?

The sound of the snowstorm wind breaks the sound of the cathedral bell.

Tease, tease, tease. It sounds dry. Jump around the stone corridor. It sounded even reluctant to keep the walls apart because there were few signs of people. Tease, tease, tease...

Five people's shoe sounds began to echo instead of the distant sound of the bell. Ditrout, Die, Rusty, Zeno and Mark. Die was walking deep in the Royal Castle of Perfilia following Ditrout. Rusty has a die makeup case. Zeno and Mark are our own escorts. Nobody else looks like him. In front of the main entrance, only guarding knights and successive civilians stood.

Die recounted these ten or so days as he followed Ditrout's back.

Ditrout, who met at Zeno's behest, once the die was returned to the tower, he did not show himself again for a few days. A lot with the queen, is Zeno's valve, who later showed his face.

From there he counted the Sabbath further, and when the month at the beginning of the year was also near the second half, DiTrout, who returned to his private room, asked Die for makeup.

The target is Serenesty.

"His Majesty is ill. It won't heal after falling at the end of the year."

"... is that the day?

"That's right.... I can get up now, but I'm pale anyway. But I can't make any more holes in my government. But I can't be enlightened by His Majesty's illness around me. I want you to wear makeup about your majesty. … you must be familiar with medicine, too?

"Pharmacy, though not so much the layers."

Good or bad skin is directly linked to physical condition. I had knowledge of diet, nutrition, body making, and such things to keep my body. Now a friend of mine who was a dead doctor - Rowen gave me a hand job. Ever since I bore the national chapter, I tried to show my face to the castle medical office to learn.

It just doesn't mean I can do the whole doctor thing.

Dietraut replied, "I don't mind your pointing out.

"I now have a human being who can see His Majesty's complexion without overloading it and hide it around me"

"It's my job."

"Yep. So I need your help."

Die accepted. stroke the arm of a man with a bitter look on his face.

"Ditrout, this is a contract. Thou hast helped me at thy peril, only for that matter will I work under thee. I will not deviate from the scope of action which thou hast set. It's not detrimental to you. I swear."

But not all of it is for this man.

The widening scope of action presents an opportunity for Die to obtain new information. It's also beneficial for Die.

Aid to Ditrout is neither pure favor nor reward. If I knew, would Ditrout be disillusioned?

Ditrout smiled as relieved.

Only the scratch made my chest snap.

(Still, are you ill......)

Serenesty, whom we met at the Continental Conference, had the impression of being somewhere. Were you already sick from that time?

Instead of coming in the way of government, I didn't expect it to be difficult by the time I got up from the bedroom. I can see it's pretty serious. Ditrout also bore an extra load because the queen was in such a state but surrounded a die that was heavy. Die once again sympathized with his neighbors. Everyone must have had a headache.

Eventually, in front of the door we arrived, there stood a figure who also knew Die. Helmut Sagan. Head of the Knight of Perfilia.

He looked at the die and dropped his shoulder like he was tired.

"Rusty, Zeno, Mark. Wait here. … tools."

DiTrout takes the makeup box from Rusty.

Die rushed to him.

"I'll hold"

"You should keep your health warm.... Come."

Ditrout disappears behind the door.

Helmuts urged me, and Die followed.

The other day, the building is very similar to the living room where DiTrout was taking his temporary sleep. I just wasn't in the mood. In the carpeted room there was only a small round table and a single chair.

The queen has her hips down there.

And beside him was the figure of a samurai as a shadow.

Ditrout puts a makeup box on the table.

that, and the box fittings make a stiff noise.

Die looked at Serenesty with dismay. Then he shifted his gaze to the other side, and found out who the disease was that swept Ditrout's master.

Die's knowing, Ditrout's past, from being different from his path to the present, twists together, weaves one fact, and appears before Die.

Die probed the hand of a man standing beside him in the dark.

Hold cold hands. A man's finger broke the five fingers of a die. And the die shook the man's hand, and his own.

Oh, and exhale.

The man beside him looks blue and white and stares at his king.

-... let's talk back in time, DiTrout said.

Along the borders of the two countries. Hills at the foot of the mountain. A wilderness of deserted heath continues to the horizon. It is a land where the smell of dry soil is always in the wind.

Relations with neighbouring countries are tranquil in itself. territory with one of the main streets, while the movement of people was not so intense. Well put, stretchy. To put it badly, country. It was not a rich land, but follows goats, runs horses, plows fields along rivers and sells the slightest natural grace gained to people travelling and living. It was such a place.

The lord is Adelaide Yerni.

Ditrout was raw as her eldest son.

He was an adult, weak and reputable firstborn.

A book hidden in Heath's field is taken from the top. Ditrout blinked, looking up at the Lord of Shadows, which he had overhead. The girl with a face very similar to Ditrout had her eyes narrowed in disdain.

It's my sister Serenesty.

"Sele......"

"Din, I was hiding here. It's military time, isn't it?

"Is that already the time?

"That's right. After that, it's equestrian.... If I don't do it right, my mother will be mad at me. Stay with me, brother."

"Yeah......"

Ditrout stood up and soiled. Look, and my sister gives me her hand. Ditrout shook the hand back. My sister pulled a ditlout as she mumbled.

Yerni's brothers and sisters are always under the lead of their sister. Serenesty had a rough temper, similar to my mother, while taking good care of her. I stood forward instead of Ditrout.

(I wish Sele inherited it)

Drop your gaze on the book you hold, DiTrout always thinks.

Yerni's successor has been decided to be a ditrout. After the collapse of Maisemble, noble women, especially the daughters of old blood muscles, are precious, and Serenesty must eventually go to the king's capital. So Ditrout needed to learn soldier operations, horsemanship and all sorts of things, as Yerni's currents, as a person in the territory that guarded the borders.

I like to learn, but even if it's training, I like having to get involved in rough things.

Serenesty is better suited.

"Dear Serenesti, Dear Ditrout"

A servant boy blamed the ditlouts for sneaking into the back of the hall. Strengthen your body with your sister.

"Heath."

"Which way were you both going? Dr. Rosso was looking for you."

I was hiding. I was looking for Din.

"I'm not hiding. I was just reading a book"

"You were hiding."

"Both of you..."

A few years older than our own brothers and sisters, the boy held his forehead so that he could suffer a headache.

"Dear Serenesty, please change your tone. Me, not me, me, it is. Dear DiTrout, when you go outside to read your book, please speak to someone. I'm not going silently."

DiTrout met Serenesty face-to-face. We were both so vulnerable to this boy. Reply with a special attitude.

"Huh."

"Fine if you get it...... oh, then change your clothes. You'll see the customer."

"Sir?"

"That's sudden. To my mother?

"Yep..."

It became noisier to spin the carriage, as if we had tried to fit in. The rushing footsteps of the servants echo.

DiTrout took Serenesty and Heath out for a peek around the carriage. There is one unfamiliar carriage parked. But the man who came down was the face I found out.

The magnificent man, with black brown hair, looked into his eyes with a ditlout who had a face from the shadows. Laughing and inviting. Feeling ill at what had been found, DiTrout made sure he was free of dirt and walked over to the Guest holding hands with Serenesty.

Show your guests the courteous courtesy you have acquired.

"We're out of time, Sir Mizwilli"

"Oh, you've grown up in a while, both of you. You can just stick with me like you used to."

"... I won't do that, uncle"

"That's lonely, Sele."

The guest man sneered and laughed as he creaked.

"Well, then, you don't have to stick around, just like before, uncle, and call me"

"That's fine, Uncle Franz"

Franz Mizweeri smiles at Serenesty, who seems illuminated.

He is a friend of his parents who, once or twice a year, stays at Yerni's mansion.

He was one of Del Ligueiria's senior nobles.