The Queen’s Cosmetician

Franz Mizwilli was a friend of my mother's. She said it was a relationship from a young age when my mother was studying in the capital. Franz, who was traveling the people in search of good medicine, was repeatedly entering and leaving the border, apparently showing his face to the Yerni residence from his grandfather's age.

My father and I both knew each other that he was from another country, and it was Franz who brought him to his mother as a young man, who had stayed in the corner of town for a long time. I mean, we wouldn't have had our own brothers and sisters without him.

With all that background, the neighbor, who occasionally shows his face, adored the Ditrouts as much as his nephew and niece.

Serenesty also admired Franz.

"Are you studying?

They said there was no problem getting to the capital.

"What subjects are you good at? Oh, except for the law of war."

"... what is it? Arithmetic?"

"... any poetry or dance?

"... why do women need that? A man can be praised if he can do history, economics and arithmetic."

"Even men need poetry and dance, of course. But social methods are different, so learning priorities are different.... Well, it looks like the teachers are still struggling."

"Huh? I'm Seki-yu-shu."

"Serenesty. Me, not me, me. Woman, not woman. Man, not man"

Serenesty swells, puffs, and cheeks at Franz's point. She doesn't punish either. Heath would have just pointed me out.

Franz laughed cheerfully and spoke to Ditrout.

"How's Din? When horseback riding and martial law training got real, right?

"Din keeps running away."

I didn't run away.

Ditrout objected to Serenesty speaking out.

Classes are taken properly. I just don't feel like it all the time.

"... and not bad grades, should be"

"That's more than anything."

"I'm smarter than Din, Uncle Franz?

"Ho. Miss Serenesty, would you like to explain to me what that means?

"I've learned all about church history. Ask Din when, where, how and what happened and he'll be right back."

"That's amazing.... you two are really good. You look like your parents."

Franz narrowed his eyes and praised.

Serenesty tends his chest well.

DiTrout conceited the content of Franz's words and pulled his lips together.

Dietraut had realized that Franz's only daring reference to his parents was to his father.

My father, who jumped through and excelled, young, and laid idle.

He is traveling to the land of Maboba a year and a half ago. Until the end, to ourselves, we were fathers like others.

My mother still loves him intensely.

A portrait lined the hallway behind the mother house represents it.

"... adelaide"

Behind the hallway, in the plunging corner of soft sunshine, my mother, standing on her back with her father's portrait, smiles at Franz's call.

"You've come a long way.... Sorry you couldn't welcome me, Franz."

Blue silver hair. Frosted forest-like light green eyes. The mother, who had a clear eye-to-nose standout, was a very daunting one, even from the eyes of a child.

"I just got here earlier than planned, Addy. Are you the one who's done your business?

"Yeah, thanks to you, I'm connected. Let's make tea when we're done unloading, Franz.... and then, both of you"

My mother's eyes on the Ditrout are pale. I can't see any emotions.

Scolded or praised? That depends on her mood.

Ditrout ran tension on his body. Serenesty is stretching his spine again.

Adelaide said as she turned her heel back.

"Thank you for welcoming Franz. Go back to your teachers. Don't keep me waiting."

The idea of whether classes would be exempt on the grounds of Franz's welcome was sweet. Ditrout held a military law book and was pulled by Serenesty to run to the Knights' stuffing.

Heartfelt knights welcome themselves in a teasing half with an early arrival. Ditrout knew. They welcome Serenesty.

Active Serenesty doesn't even get carried away by the rough tempered men. I am treated like a half granddaughter. Dietrout on the one hand is due to his weak character, because he will eventually be the Lord, or both - because he looks too much like my father? There was a line drawn from everyone. It was also a factor that depressed DiTrout.

If he returns to the hall tired, he wipes his body and changes his clothes. A samurai with a room was waiting in the room.

Heath usually plays the role on one day when I don't like classes.

"What about Heath?

"We're turning to help you prepare dinner"

"... I wonder if we have a moment to talk"

"Dear Din... Do you understand why I am here on Heath's behalf?

"... because I'm busy?

The samurai snorts.

Ditrout tied his mouth.

After finishing dressing, it is free time. DiTrout left the room holding the book.

For the first time in a long time, the mansion, which welcomed guests, had a floating atmosphere. I guess it's because Adelaide's in a good mood. The footsteps of the servants who come and go to prepare are also somewhere light.

There are many servants in the hall as well. But there's no sign of Heath in it.

One of the samurai found Heath visibly.

"Oh, Master Din. What can I do for you?

"... what about Hayden?

Hayden is the deacon. He is also Heath's father. Heath often served as Hayden's assistant.

"If I were Deacon, I would be at Master Mizweeri's. … Heath is there too."

"... thanks"

Ditrout thanked him by uplifting his cheeks to shame.

Point your toes at the guestroom building and hurry away from the samurai. The samurai was laughing strangely.

She seemed to have a complete outlook on who DiTrout was looking for.

Everyone knows the humans in this mansion.

There are only two people that DiTrout allows to worry about.

Serenesty and Heath only.

It doesn't mean I want to get in the way of Heath. Look at your face. I just want to feel safe.

There was certainly one sign of Franz's stay in the room. Knocking on the door, DiTrout returns to me. What would you say is why you took a leg? Should I make an excuse for visiting Franz?

After a while of patrolling, Heath's voice rang through the door.

"... take me to the capital?

It was probably a voice containing surprises.

Of course, for DiTrout, we're talking about water in our sleeping ears.

The calm voice that followed belonged to the deacon.

"To prepare Serenesty before he goes to the capital."

"It's... I know someone has to go, but what about letting me study there?

"Your talent is a waste of time to end it here."

"That's not true"

"That's true"

"If I did, it wouldn't have to be right now."

"It's only because I haven't.... you think I don't know about Adelaide's call?

Hayden's voice brings swordswallowing to Russia.

There was so much painful silence that even exhalation was unacceptable.

"... I am"

"Reject me even if I am commanded. You don't have to shy away from us."

"... Heath"

Franz breaks into two conversations.

He was calling Heath, but in one way or another, he seemed to hold Hayden's side.

Ditrout sat down by the door, lurking his breath.

"Hayden's old friend is going to serve as your hindsight. I'm here to let you know. Being beside him, because he is a very good young man, will be a real study for you. The years are close to yours. We'll get along."

"I don't want to leave under my father's... parents"

"If you think of your parents, go away. Hayden and I are not trying to let you go."

Franz's tone was harsh.

"... Hayden is a fine man. You know very well that it's not love that keeps you by your side."

"... I know"

Heath's voice was seeping.

Older boys are stronger than ditrouts.

I've never seen DiTrout cry.

Has excitement subsided, everyone? My voice is lowered. I can't hear the conversation.

Slightly more, one minute's footsteps echoed towards Ditrout. Ditrout hastily hid himself in the shadow of a nearby chair.

Only Heath appears through the open door. He graced himself indoors and left early.

Franz's conversation with Hayden leaks out of the gap between the sweet doors that were closed.

"Don't be shy. I wasn't in a position to say that to Heath."

"That was helpful. Thank you very much."

"Don't say it. I'll take Heath."

"Sir Mizwilli, that's my son"

A slight silence pinched and Franz exhaled.

He seemed to laugh.

"I'm so proud of you. You parents and children."

"... Is your daughter, healthy and come?

"I'm fine. I just think I sucked Ann's life."

"Dear Franz..."

"Excuse me.... well, that's about it, healthy. I guess Mariage didn't inherit the constitution of her mother or grandmother."

Franz went deep and sighed.

"Oh, I wish I could have loved my child, too, like you..."

I can't love my own child.

From that empathy, I guess that awkward mother has her heart open to Franz Mizwilli.

Ditrout knows inside the mansion, through the Knights' stuffing and through the parents and children he sees in the city people.

Adelaide Yerni's affection is nowhere in our brothers and sisters.

Dinner seats set in the large hall.

Dietraut stole my mother's seat. When exchanging words with Franz, Adelaide loosens her mouth slightly. But its snowflake softness will never be directed at Ditrout or Serenesty. The two of us were only allowed to participate in the conversation Franz invited, and all we had to do was quietly carry the meal into our mouths, paying attention to courtesy.

"Are you going back to Delligeria the day after tomorrow at noon? You can take it a little slower."

"It is the mountains that want to do so, but I am too far from the territory for a long time. I'll scold you no more."

"reprimand? Do you? Your queen?... whomsoever caused this, say it back. It's a terrible thing."

My mother distorts her beautiful face.

To spit, she said.

"Nobody and he, that's really bad. Stick to the blood of the Virgin. Not really, trample people's wishes."

"Ardy."

Franz, smiling bitterly, gently whispered her mother's nickname.

"I've had enough.... I plan to take a long journey, too. The clan also became noisy. If you don't already have a lot of escorts, there's a time when you can't travel. Mind your own business. Even more so as a borderguarding lord."

"... that's so bad"

"In the clan, among other things, there are signs that something is going to happen in the near future. Rutzholt and Arbencloud were also killed in the south this year. You're listening to me, right?

"Advice, it hurts.... a new country would have been built. What about that one?

"Doppelgum? Come on, I still don't ask either. But you'll have a hard time..."

Right around the front and back where DiTrout was conceited.

The Great Powers were killed. It is an ancient country that has now passed on the blood of the Virgin. The country is affected by doom, and every year, some country disappears.

It won't last long if a new country is interested. It collapses like a sandy cabinet.

DiTrout knows some of the records that can be delivered under my mother. I thought it was like an event in a distant country, but does that mean the impact is rippling so far?

Franz smiles at Adelaide.

"The queen will give birth next year, won't she? Perfilia is still cheap."

"Well... even if the birth doesn't go well, Azraeliel is still young."

"At least I can buy some time while she's queen"

Adelaide's story is outrageous. Franz recieved it as he carried the tea into his mouth.

"I'll come back here to see you."

You don't have to come.

"Don't say that. I miss you. You know what? Both of you."

I can suddenly point the spearhead of the story from Franz.

Next to the pussy and instant ditlout, Serenesty grinned, of course, and responded as if.

If Franz hadn't visited.

My mother feels increasingly stubborn.

Ditrout sighed toward the pillow as he was thinking back on his sleeping table about what was going on at the dinner table.

"I don't like it when my uncle stops coming..."

"Really?"

"... Huh! Se, fugu."

"Shh, Din, your voice is loud"

When did you sneak in?

Serenesty, who was supposed to be sleeping in a separate room, had his face out of the edge of Ditrout's sleeping table while dressed at night.

Ditrout stripped Serenesty's hand, which held his mouth, to his power.

In the meantime Serenesty rolls up the futon and goes up to the Ditrout sleeping table.

"Sele!? Let's go home! You're gonna piss me off!

"Shut up. I came to comfort you because you were still grumpy today. Isn't that where you should be thanking me? Brother."

"... I'm not jerking off."

"I was."

"I didn't."

"Ma, fine."

Serenesty was lining up next to Ditrout as we spoke. The bunk is big enough for both of us to sleep, but that's not the problem.

Serenesty is grinning slightly. I was angry, but on the other hand, I also learned relief in my eyes of the same color.

When Dietraut grew up, his sister leaned back. Ditrout imitated it as well. View embroidered ceilings side by side.

"... Mother, you were in a good mood today"

"Yeah. Right."

"I didn't scream or anything. For the first time since your father went to the Lord God."

"Uncle's coming, since the funeral."

"Yeah.... din"

"What, Sele"

"Me too... if I went to the capital, I'd be like my mother."

The Yerni family is an old blood muscle that thickly inherits the blood of the Virgin.

Everyone says my sister has to go to the capital to keep the blood efficient.

We still don't know what that true means.

My mother, Adelaide, also went to the capital when she was young.

The days spent there formed the present girlfriend, the deacon said.

- Master Adelaide is born a delicate man.

Like you, Ditrout.

My mother's heart stopped coming back shattered.

"... I wonder if I could go to the capital instead of Sele"

"You don't know what to do. People have a role that the Lord God has given them. Din has to do his part in Din."

"Damn, I think Sere should stay here."

"Din's too hard to think about."

"The first thing I thought about was the difficulty, Sere."

"Is that right?

"Yes, I am."

Ditrout snorted angrily. My sister laughed a few pieces for a while, but eventually turned off her expression and searched for Ditrout's hand under the futon.

Her hands are tiny, sweaty, and cold as she begins to manifest gender differences.

"... I'm fine.... because if Din is next in line, he can go home any time, no matter what."

"Serenesti"

"So be quick and proper, brother"

Serenesty is never strong.

Her heart, laughing wide with a man's words, is more delicate than her brother, Ditrout.

DiTrout shook her sister's hand back hard.