The Queen’s Cosmetician

I really wanted to get my sister out of the country sooner.

But there are also handouts to evacuate. Only Franz Mizwieri if Ditrout becomes a person he can count on, and his country, Delligeiria, places restrictions on the entry and exit of the border in order to prevent the influx of displaced persons. It was, among other things, a situation where nobility was in and out of the country and my sister had been refused entry once. That's why DiTrout had to wait until Franz's side of the line checked.

(Glad I made it......)

Dropping off Serenesty in a disguised carriage, DiTrout exhales in relief. From the Lords' Hall to the border gates is a short walk away. Now she can escape to a safe place.

Next, it was our turn.

Pack your bags with the help of the servants who were left behind. Necessary materials and daily necessities are carried in advance. Still, I'm worried that I can't get out of here right now.

The Lords' Hall has lights on for half the night. Suspicious when it stops. It had to be on for at least one night of complete travel.

You must bring up any other documents that you have processed until the end of the day, as well as the seals necessary for the ruling. I have a few places to go, but under the circumstances, I can't stay anywhere long. If you do poorly, you'll be traveling all the time.

Still didn't want to get out of the territory.

Ditrout would have been weak and unreliable as the next lord, neither Serenesty nor his servants, beginning with Heath, blamed Ditrout. He was probably laughing and serving to make up for the missing ditlout.

Adelaide, now that you're dead, we're all Dietraut residents.

You can't throw them out.

"Dear DiTrout, we will do the rest"

"You can't do that."

Ditrout can't get out alone. We need to be sure to crack the manpower to accompany us. That is unrealistic in view of the number of servants today. Deciding at the end of the day that it was better to hit him with total hands, Dietrout withdrew Hayden's recommendation.

Look out the window. The view of the town was dark. Because every house shuts its doors tightly. It is also due to the fact that many of the residents are away from the town.

The lights of the fire lit at the gates appeared blurry across the town.

"Dear DiTrout, it's time to get dressed"

"Yeah, sorry"

Heath calls for a ditlout that was finishing up the cleanup in the office. His arm was hung with horseback riding clothes.

Ditrout does not use carriages for the first trip. Walk through the grounds on foot and then use the horse. It was to leave more quickly than a carriage.

Heath is already in horseback riding clothes. He also wore a jacket and was ready to leave.

Heath is the best rider of all that remains. He and the two knights accompany him to Ditrout. The rest of us were going to follow in the carriage.

"Soon the Knights will come. Then we're off."

"Yeah."

"Are you all right? Be away from Master Serenesti."

He was seen through his heart, and DiTrout laughed.

"Do I look anxious?

"Right. Somewhat."

"... even when my sister leaves, I decide to think"

DiTrout was just an impotent brother to Serenesty.

My sister is my sister and there is a part of her that kept her mental equilibrium by baking Ditrout's care.

Because one day we needed independence, because we thought to each other.

I'm telling myself it's a good opportunity.

"I think it's Cele who's thinner. I'm still here... everyone."

"Master Serenesti has Marys on it. It's okay."

"Right. So, I have Heath.... yeah, each other, we're fine"

Ditrout smiles.

It's the face that was beside me from the point of mind.

The servants are gentle, and everyone is admirable.

Still, the relief provided by Heath and Serenesty was extraordinary.

In the long closed boxyard, only three of them.

"Come on, say hello to the Deacon"

Put your coat on the dittrout, Heath urged.

Hayden and I can figure it out here once. Next up is a reunion at the destination.

Go downstairs and turn to the back door. Several servants had gathered, including Hayden and his wife Ruiz, who had turned themselves into the warehouse's traveling costume in front of the back entrance.

Their expressions are oddly stiff.

Ditrout asked.

"Anything wrong?

"… the knight will not come, even if it is a fixed time"

"What?"

The number of knights residing in the security of the building cannot accommodate the protection of all. He was instructing the Knights chief to drop a few off the jar today.

"Have you heard from him?

"No. … and now, the stables manager…… we have sent Ern."

"No. Call it back!

DiTrout shouted at Hayden.

If the person you plan to rendezvous with doesn't arrive, you should assume that something unforeseen has happened.

"Let's hurry up and get out of here. Turn the carriage around quickly..."

Bang, and.

The sound sounded.

It sounded as if he had slammed the wooden door hard.

Ditrout shut his mouth, which he stopped saying.

Bang, and again.

Shin, and now there's the sound of tapping the glass.

"Hih."

"Louise?"

Hayden rushes over to his screaming wife who pushed him to death. Her gaze was fixed by the window.

Everyone who follows them will be rigid at the same time.

There were red and black, people's bills attached to the dull window glass.

Ditrout knows well the bloody face pressed against the window.

He's the stables manager.

"Ern!"

"Run!"

Someone screamed and the servants scattered.

At the same time, from somewhere in the mansion, the crushing sound of the window glass sounded.

Hayden grabs DiTrout's arm and walks out.

"Dear Din!... Heath, come!

Let Hayden call Heath, who was beside Ditrout. His mother took Heath's wrist and pulled it back on me.

"Mother, what?"

"Heath, follow your father."

As Hayden dragged him in half and walked, DiTrout heard a conversation between Heath and Ruiz sounding from the rear.

Hayden took the Ditrouts to a warehouse half underground. It's a place where dittrout has never stepped in. Bloated hemp bags, liquor barrels, and crates are piled on the wall.

Hayden let go of DiTrout's hand and as he advanced early enough to the back of the warehouse, he abruptly poked his knee and rolled up the cloth.

The floor was a small door. Hayden pulls up the door. A thin ladder is stretching towards the darkness.

"Master DiTrout, please come down"

"Hayden!?

Push the ditlout into the hole with or without Hayden. Stepping off the ladder to the momentum, DiTrout stepped on a dance. Fortunately, the difference between high and low is not so much. A bottle of liquor lined up neatly on all sides of the wall.

It was a wine vault.

"You go in too!

"Whoa... Dad!

Heath's body slips off into a cramped reservoir. Ditrout was pushed away and struck his body there with the frame of the shelf.

"No..."

"Dear Din, I'm sorry."

"Heath, wait here until it's quiet outside."

Heath faces up much to Hayden's calm voice.

Contrary to the impending situation, Hayden was smiling. The grin was so transparent, Ditrout was relieved.

"Hayden."

"Dear DiTrout, I ask for my son...... Heath, be sure to protect and support Master DiTrout. Like?"

"Wait."

"I love you. You're my proud son."

Mixing Heath's hair, Hayden immediately pulled his hand and closed the door.

Heath screams.

"Dad!

Darkness took my sight.

Even Heath, who touched it up close, was so invisible.

When I got used to the lack of light, I saw Heath's blue face.

"Heath......"

"Dean..."

Are you okay? The question didn't speak up.

Because I heard something fall flashly over the ceiling door.

Continuing, the woman's tall scream sounded.

Ditrout knows the Lord of that voice.

"Ruiz."

"Dear Din, Cancer Please"

Pushing Ditrout into the reservoir, Heath removed her coat. We can spread it wide enough to cover ourselves both.

Heath held Ditrout. To hide softly under your coat.

Again, loud voices descend from overhead.

Ditrout was driven by anxiety.

"Heath."

"Shit."

Heath held DiTrout's mouth and laid her face down on its arm.

He is biting his clothes and cutting off his voice.

Hidden in fallen hair, I don't see that look.

Ditrout also closed his eyes firmly again.

I hear screams.

I don't think about who it belongs to, DiTrout.

Screaming, yelling, laughing.

The male and female ones echo alternately. Striking noises, crushing noises intersect them.

It's like a storm.

Winter storm with wind and snow and thunder.

But what's happening is more tragic than that.

that forever and ever, showed no sign of an end.

- And there was a noise.

Shizuku falling from the ceiling, but it was the sound of slamming the ladder wood.

When Ditrout woke up, the surroundings were restoring tranquility and the ceiling doors were open.

Ditrout pushed away the coat that was covered in himself. Unexpectedly look for the figure of its Lord.

"Heath?"

There is no response. All I return is silence.

Ditrout hung his coat on his arm and climbed the ladder.

Make a face for it.

There's nobody in the warehouse.

Ditrout, who poked his hand at the floor in order to support him going up, glanced at the feeling of being stuffed. Red and black liquid is spreading around the entrance to the reservoir.

Find out who Shizuku was wetting the ladder.

DiTrout exhaled and went up the ladder.

One thing I found out when I looked around was that it was all after it was over.

Iron smell like spirals.

There was a dark smell of blood standing up.

Torn hemp bag. Some have been taken away. All the crates had their lids uncovered and the wooden barrels were rolling over.

There were men and women lying in that shadow.

Look down at them and stand flat.

Hayden and Louise.

The couple, who served the Yerni family well, were aligned and put their hands together in front of their chests, closing their lids and falling asleep forever.

I expected it.

That they won't be safe.

Because the repeated screams echoing from overhead were theirs.

From the face to the arm. There are signs of beatings on the skin called exposed skin.

The nails were stripped off and the hands were covered in blood. Have you broken your bones? A few fingers are bent in strange directions.

On their lower bodies, there was a blurry cloth spread. Ditrout rolled the cloth around with his trembling fingers. It was easy to see what happened in Ditrout, too, in the lower half of Ruiz, which was filled with fluid and blood.

Respreading the cloth like it was originally, DiTrout exhaled shaking.

"... Heath"

Has he fixed the two like this?

If so, in what comfort?

Ditrout pulled the collar of his coat and left the warehouse.

The familiar hall had spread a gloomy scene that had never been shown before.

Everything that could be seen to be gold at a glance had been ripped off and brought out. Only decorative jewels are ripped out of the drawer just as the drawer was opened.

The servants were down by the hallway. They were all loyal thick people who remained beside the dittrout until the end. Some had swollen faces on the marks of severe beatings, while others had their chest and abdomen ragged with sharp organs.

Ditrout cried, touching each of them cheeks, apologizing.

I didn't think that something that had plunged the Lords' Hall in a group was just like a thief or a mob. I could only assume that the identity of the raiders was due to the fever of slaughter that was spreading throughout the country, beginning with the twin noblemen touring the seat of the next queen.

If we had left the hall sooner, everyone would have died without this kind of unemployed death. He was supposed to travel peacefully to the land of Maboba.

With swollen, heavy eyelids open, and body dragged as if clogged with lead, DiTrout proceeded down the hallway. He peered into the open room of the door and searched for the survivors, looking for Heath. All the bodies I saw were lying in the hallway, and, like the Haydens, they lay their hands on the form of prayer.

Ditrout found an unlikely body in the entrance hall.

A knight who sleeps with a sword.

He was supposed to accompany Serenesti's carriage to the neighboring country.

He's not supposed to be here.

"Nah... how?

My breath rises to agitation. My heart beats loudly.

Ditrout looked around.

A carpet of stairs going upstairs was rippling into the marks that dragged the big one.

DiTrout climbed up the stairs, holding his chest down.

There are rooms upstairs. The door to one of the rooms is open. The carpet wave was a sign. Ditrout peered into the guest room.

There's a girl lying in a bench.

Flax hair was scattered across the bench.

"... Mary"

Heath's sister.

The body is covered with a sleeping cloth. The arms stretching out of the hand that matched in front of the chest and the legs zeroing out of the bench were peeled out. By the bench, a garment that should cover her body was wrapped around her like a snake.

Ditrout cautiously imitated the innocence of rolling the cloth, like she did to her mother.

Mary was the childhood friend who did well to herself following Heath around. Serenesty and I were exceptionally close. From Adelaide's death to this day, they supported their brothers and sisters well.

My face, which was always changing my face by the way, is wet in tears.

Ditrout returned to me and called my sister's name.

"Sele...... Selenesty"

Mary is here.

There must be Serenesty too.

Because they both left together.

Why they came back. I don't care why later. I wanted to know that my sister was safe.

The room had an open back bedroom door.

Ditrout approached with an unbridled foothold and opened the door.

At that time, I think I was relieved.

We are alone in this world.

I was there today.