The Queen’s Cosmetician

"- We are not headed to Del Ligueiria immediately. At the beginning, though tentative, we had much to do and learn from the throne and its auxiliary throne."

Civil unrest persecuted everyone in the country. It was necessary to put together the disappointment caused by the loss of relatives and the nobles wet in suspicion and to allow them to devote themselves to the reconstruction of each territory. On the other hand, the lack of knowledge of the Yerni brothers was also a problem.

Political, economic, military and correctional. Ditrout, as heir to the famous family, and Heath, as one who served him, had some education, but it was not enough as a foundation for ruling the country. In addition, a correlation diagram of the unique practices, rituals and factions of the centre. Surprisingly. Even with the country so rough, the nobles split into factions and pulled their legs together. In order to keep the reins, the Yerni brothers literally had to spare their sleep and learn until they spit blood and throw themselves into the number of power tricks.

Heath, no, the man who lives as Ditrout Yerni speaks pale of the past.

"After a year, finally, home affairs began to take shape, and the neighborhood became noisy"

"Are these the countries where Perfilia swallowed?

"That's right. The reason it was rough over there is close to Zemnam's"

The nations to the east of Perfilia were close to the Maisenburg itself, and there were many nobles who fled the demise of the country. As they pin their mouths on the question of the succession to the throne of the country, the national government deepens the chaos. I couldn't leave it alone. If the nations of the east collapse, the aftermath will surely extend to Perfilia. Perfilia did not have enough strength to accept it, and most importantly, the Ditrouts feared that the still-smoking fire of vengeance and genocide in the country would burn up fueled by the political anxiety of their neighbours.

"We could not wait for the fate of our neighbours. … before the people were ravaged and the mechanisms of the country were destroyed, we took the country from them.... That must have worked. Even if there were some sacrifices."

The man did not give details. But I can see.

When Ditrout became Serenesti, Perfilia should have had more talent than ever to carry out that reckless plan.

He walked away losing the people he needed to support.

Die was aware of the knights walking in the rear.

"... the Zenos were moaning. You're building a wall. So I can't help you."

"There's also a reason to keep them outside."

"Can you talk to me?

Ditrout leaks a smile on Die's point.

"Thou knowest my blanks. … I know my sins. So I don't talk to Zeno. I won't leave you with the fact that we talked. That's all."

Sin?

The bell rang.

I traced the finish, and it resonated.

Reach the desired room. Helmut, who was my turn, opens the door.

The main youth in the room do not even look to the die who entered the room on time. Accompanied by a squawk, he lays down in a long chair with a seemingly careless face.

With hesitation, Die called.

"... ditlaut"

"That's not my name anymore. It belongs to the man next to you."

As queen of Perfilia, he turned his face slowly to the die.

The complexion was terrible.

Dry, earthy skin on the calf. Under the fallen eye. Because of the cracked creases, there is intermittent zero wet exhalation due to high heat. Wrinkly folded eyebrows are proof of breathlessness left.

From that body, from time to time, the light was slightly zero.

He is eroded by the disease.

"Demonic Madness", was a disease called. Fortuna, Queen of Doppelgum, is the disease that developed in Clan Hive.

Alvina says it refers to a state in which the magic in the body exposed to excessive magic from the outside went wild.

There are many factors. Among them, the symptoms of Queen Perfilia are, as is Luna, from the [topcoat of appearance].

"Top Paint" is the art of covering the surface with magic magic. Originally it seems to be a technique for changing the color of one's own hair and eyes to play with. Something was used to prevent the enemy from understanding the flow of his magic.

I don't have a problem with just "painting" myself. But with the help of others, the magic of the surgeon accumulates.

like being forced to wear clothes that don't fit, Alvina said.

The magic of others is cramped and heavy. Once stacked, it becomes a burden, and its own intrinsic magic is enlivened so that it can be dispelled. If degrees pass, it runs wild.

Inherent magic is the magic that makes heels. Maintains physical and mental strength and homeostasis. When that equilibrium breaks, the body and mind naturally come modulation. Longer, it's life-threatening.

Serenesty was faking his original gender. I guess I was just glad to wrap up a woman's costume at first. But as it grew, nothing could be done with mere women's clothing.

On the round table beside the chair, Die revealed his thoughts as he spread his cosmetic tools.

"All this time, it was strange. Why thou hast sought to attach me unto Lady Mariage?

"I thought you'd notice. I needed a boy who could have a profound relationship with her that would distract Mariage..."

"No. That's not what I meant"

A faint scented oil. Slippery emulsion. Lotion. Touchy hand wipe.

Basement, multiple varieties of colour powder. Colorboards filled with glossy colors. Sponge. Cotton cloth. Clean brush.

One by one, inspect the tools, and Die tells the man beside him.

"Ditrout...... and should I call you? Yeah, I knew it. If possible, when you became a lover with Master Mariage and puppeted that one, you were looking for the kind of people you could use. Using the custom of the Queen's race, the candidates boast of having one of the best in the arts beside them. You put a painter, a musician, a poet as a candidate... among them, a makeup artist."

"That's because Mariage wasn't confident in her face"

"That's why I'm saying it was strange that you were in a society where it was normal not to wear makeup, the idea of calling a makeup artist."

Heath Livort once said.

Put it in aristocratic society, makeup is not common.

I am insulted if I wear makeup and I am not sure.

Wasn't that supposed to be, magically, the meaning?

It seems to repeat, intrinsic magic determines the shape of one. The height of evenness and magic is proportional. It is also natural that the nobles, who pride themselves on passing on the blood muscles of the Virgin, should repel the makeup that may represent the thinness of the blood of the Virgin, for their little magic. If you lived in such a society, the idea of creating a face would not arise.

"... because there was one person close to me who needed makeup"

The boy, who decided to stand as queen, first faked himself by relying on costumes and makeup. I changed what I did to be feminine. I would have practiced vocalization as well. Die was slammed into his childhood, but training since he grew up, how difficult it would have been.

To hide the sharpening skeleton, he covers his face with a thin cloth, and even in dry season, he puts on clothes with clogged throats and fills them with misleading hips.

Taking medication to slow down his growth, and still out of control, he started to keep painting his figure.

Serenesty is not a magician.

Die glanced up at him. Near the queen's side with white skin on her gray hair. With the exception of the hall of the Continental Conference, where magicians were forbidden to enter and leave, they accompanied Serenesti exactly as a shadow.

It was not merely as a samurai, nor as an escort.

The magic tricked the queen into falsifying her gender.

"When my brother said the makeup artist was useful, I thought you'd lost your mind."

Serenesty shrugged, showing a groan.

"But I guess my brother is right. Army makeup outweighs even the topcoat and deceives the look. … if you basement and apply makeup, the burden will be lighter than ever"

"I won't let you paint it."

Die put his hand on Serenesty's face and turned to the front.

"To recover from topcoating, you have to remove the magic of others. It doesn't come true when it is applied. So I won't let you."

Die visited his bedroom to make up for it.

Fortuna's symptoms were episodic. After Alvina pulled out the demon, I heard it was enough to recover if she refrained from "painting".

Serenesty's symptoms are different. The demons accumulated on him are enormous.

Where people are kept away because of illness and women's clothing is untied, it is not easy to get rid of. Still, I wouldn't have gone beyond interrupting the topcoat.

Serenesty's body was eroded over the years.

He says there hasn't been a day in the last few years where he didn't paint the demon on top.

"... since you sent Ditrout to Del Ligueiria, right? Again, I started using a lot of topcoat."

He prepared himself for a life-threatening burden. But he sent the Chancellor to Delligeria. That's all the gain was in Delligeria.

Die looked up at the man beside him.

Smile while arranging the previously disclosed information behind your brain.

"I finally figured it out, Ditrout"

What the hell did he want, want, seek, before ourselves, appear?

He has been giving answers since the beginning.

Everything.

"My Lord, in a true sense,"

With the Lord of the Country, to be - ….

The families of the senior nobles, who are arranged to surround the castle, have considerable premises. And the Gertrude family again. The garden is huge. A string of trees separated the site from the site was also dense. While lurking in its shadows, Mariage observes Dadan and the outposts traveling around the building.

How long has it been? The clear sky had turned lead at some point, and powdered snow was beginning to tingle.

I felt the cold air at night on the collar with my hair tied up, and Mariage put the collar of her coat together. The breath is white. I exhaled deeply by accident, and, hey, a low voice came down from my head.

"Kill your breath."

Dadan, dressed in a cold suit, scolds Mariage silently. I guess you're trying to tell me you're going to be noticed lurking. With the urge to yell back, Mariage fastened to carve wrinkles between her eyebrows.

From Rudia to Byrum, the Gertrude family had a different guest from day to day. The number of merchants bringing in food and alcohol also managed until they mixed with them and infiltrated the site, but if it was inside the mansion, security was tight, and Mariage wandered through the garden of the site, drawn to Dadan, settling into the shadows of the woods.

The purpose is to meet Rudia Gertrude.

Rescue is giving up. Mariage doesn't have enough gestures to make it possible. But there was something I really needed to know in order to know what the enemy was after, and as far as exploration through the Assys was concerned, it was not within the knowledge of the other senior nobles.

I'd like to talk to Rudia right away.

Dadan could not bear the mariage that he so wished. He squirted his head and sighed, lightly preparing his infiltration hand. I never even cried out for danger.

Mariage looked up to Dadan again.

(What, are you thinking, this man)

"Don't freak out, Maria"

Dadan finally moved. The guards rush at the end of his gaze as he rises. Apparently, the Yang Dynamic trick was activated. Smoke and multiple screams are leaking out the window.

Mariage opened her mouth in advance of Dadan, who spoke the signal of departure.

I need to ask you something.

"Ah? Now?

Mariage asks the troublesome man.

"You want to die?

"... suddenly, what?

Dadan, who got his nose screwed, doesn't hide his discomfort.

Mariage raised her hips and paid for the leaves of the tree.

"It would be troublesome to walk with me. You don't complain a lot."

Lurking is infiltration, something accustomed to the path is done with great care. Take Mariaj, the amateur who makes it look good. It's reckless.

"... you say I don't like it and pull it off?

"I'm not pulling, though."

"You don't want to die, do you?

"At least not until you knock down the die."

Ha, and Dadan laughed.

"Then you're good. He used to run away with a shitty kid who wanted to die. Well, it's a hassle, but you're trying not to get in my way. No, I'm not."

"... yes. You're doing a lot of things, you."

"Trying to get the country into trouble. Maybe hanging out with horses."

"Is that about Luna? I think I know."

"You look alike."

Dadan slaps Mariage's shoulder on the tanned surface.

"Has the tension relaxed? Now it's time to go, then horse."

"Then don't say horse"

Mariage saw his teeth and followed the man's back.

I know it's dangerous to the extent that you're asked if you want to die. Dadan is involved if he makes one mistake. I still feel I need it.

It's been a long time since Rudia was imprisoned in a separate building built on the corner of the mansion's courtyard. It was fortunate for Mariaj to think that if he had been returned to the territory, he would not have even been able to help. But, Rudia, it would have been more humiliating for the person in question than death.

Strict security. Restricted access. Rudia's room was dark until she crept them in.

Dadan stops Mariage from waiting at the door. Mariage stepped in, no matter. I try to untie my coat while walking, but my fingertips are scratching and it doesn't work. Dadan quickly removed his coat as Mariage was bringing it on.

Rudia cursorily woke up as she was throwing her limbs out on the sleeping table. Draw the hem of the jacket dressed on Dadan forward, hang the messy hair on his ear, and drool his head about the top of the cloth with his three fingers.

"Your Majesty... what's so ugly about you..."

"I'm sorry. I can't afford to get you out of here right now."

Mariage looks at Rudia with her eyes narrowed to pain. swollen facial contours. Chopped tickles. It must be hard not to speak up, not even to get up. Mariage's powerlessness impoverished Rudia.

If I could tell you that I was here to help, how good would it be?

Maybe I should at least apologize.

But Mariage stays with me.

Not now when you should beg forgiveness. It's a shame when you blink.

You must have understood the Mariage situation. eyes all the way, Rudia smiled.

"...... please take the time to get to this point.... What do you want from me? Dear Mariage,"

"Answer each other. Rudia Gertrude. Did you know? Every now and then, the daughters of the senior aristocrats who disappear from this country, where have they gone?"

Rudia's eyesight increases sharpness.

Oh, I thought this woman, who was close to her predecessor, still knew.

"Why, now, would they want to know that?

"... all, because it's the answer"

Why did Perfilia crave Del Ligueiria?

Why is Del Ligueiria different from other countries?

Why did Zemnam take up the fight with Delligeria?

Why did the old countries show the same tone in Delligeria's remarks?

Why. Why. Why.

And where are the missing, Kristel, Silviana, Merriams, and Queen candidates gone?

Rudia smiles gently.

"You said we would answer each other. Now, how about the answer that Your Majesty seems to answer? I will say yes or no to that."

Mariage exhaled deeply.

It took a little courage to question the country's insults.

"The daughters of the erased senior aristocracy, you were sold to Maisemble. … produces the righteous lineage of the Virgin, as a mother"