The Queen’s Cosmetician

I broke up with Silviana for two days. There was nothing to report from her, and Mariage moved on to her next action.

Break up with Dadan and enter Kristel's mansion with Alvina. A few more days to wait as you taste cultural life for the first time in a long time: take a bath, eat, and sleep slowly in a feather-packed futon.

As Kristel finished rooting for the people, Mariage went to Castel del Ligueiria. In the guise of Kristel's samurai, she enters the castle with dignity. Wear it with the attire of the Whistlewism family samurai and apply "topcoat" from Alvina and no one will be suspicious.

That's how Mariage stepped into the hall with Alvina following Krister.

The questions repeated there were hard to hear.

Noble legitimacy, the blood of the Virgin, the need to retain it.

"I told you, Reginald Ablechaser."

Mariage tells of the charity of the church and the man who honors himself.

"The Virgin Cynthia said she no longer necessarily contributes to the peace of the continent.... let me correct that word.... the blood of the Virgin does not contribute to the peace of the continent. You put the life of the Queen's candidate at risk, and you used to scratch this country around."

"... Mariaj Mizweeri"

Reginald, staring at Mariage, took up his grin and thanked him.

"This is... as much as I'm glad to see it happen again, but what right do you have to denigrate the Virgin?

"Right? What right are you to speak out in vain with the crown of this country?

"... what?

"I was so confused, I almost laughed.... the Church guarantees? The other way around."

Indeed, the Church is a major organization that roots throughout the continent. Whatever the difference in depth of faith, everyone believes in the Virgin.

But wasn't it obvious even at the Continental Conference? Countries no longer see small Scanadia as their focus.

Survival of the Maisemble Duke, the Grand Duke Almaldi declares. She is the last Maisemble.

Even if the Church does not acknowledge it, everyone else accepts it.

"We tolerate your church. I tolerate you who claim to be the Virgin - the Virgin is with us."

All those who gather in the Great Hall for Mariage's remarks look inexplicably frowned upon.

Only Reginald lost color and made his lips fight, but he didn't say anything.

He knows.

Del Ligueiria said that if this country, whose national seal is the wild bulb of the Virgin, truly named the successor of the Virgin, the nations of the whole continent would follow it.

(- Though it's refreshing to me why the Virgin is so important)

At this time, it may not be understood.

What matters is the certainty that it will.

"... to"

A small groan sounded.

Mariage looked back at the man she had pushed away earlier.

Byram Gertrude popped a bubble from the corner of his mouth and screamed.

"What! Us, or... you little girl! How can I help you? Even if it's out of place! Somebody pull this intruder!

"What's the use? It's settled."

Mariage laughed.

"I came up to the Queen's race."

"My compliments to all gatherings."

Next to Mariage, Krystal lifts up her voice.

"Only in this Queen's race will I, Kristel Whistlewism, qualify for Queen's candidacy"

The crowd turned.

Taking on a concentrated crowd at once, Krister further declares.

"Please note that Whistlewism will support Queen Candidate Mariage Mizwilli as the next Queen"

"Bullshit..."

Byrum kicks over Kristel's remarks.

"The Mizweeri family is a crushed house. That little girl isn't even a queen."

"No, Sir Gertrude"

Previously silent Rodimus broke into conversation.

"If the Lord will be absent, the house will have to be destroyed, but Master Mariage will be there. Mizweeri is alive."

In serenity, Rodimus smiled at Mariage.

"We are delighted with your health and victory, Dear Mariage"

"The Honourable Chancellor Tedius... is above all the same."

And although I spoke as a social dictionary, Mariage was in the mood to sigh. Rodimus was obviously screwed.

Remaining in the castle, he continued to facilitate the escaping mariage. It would have placed an extraordinary burden on him to squeeze the eyes of Lilith's supporters' surveillance and turn their hands to the people. Even though Rodimus obviously didn't like those backs.

Mariage asked Rodimus.

"Was I eligible to run for queen? This is how it happens."

"Yeah, of course - I also see that samurai outfit as a form of performances that color your appearance. What, are you going to stay on the throne?

"Rodimus!"

Byram stirred up at Rodimus' statement, which I joked about.

"Have you lost your blood!

"You're the one with too much blood, uncle."

"No, wasn't that Sir Gertrude right earlier?

Rodimus gazes at the mariage on Byram's side. Mariage shrugged her shoulders and glanced back and forth.

"Because you will. I was kicked off the throne after eating a mistrust resolution. You can sit on the throne like that. I can't believe you're joking, but you shouldn't talk to me? Your Eminence."

"... mariage..."

The whole hall twirled lightly, and Rodimus roared with his hand against his forehead.

"You muscled and told me you were going down the throne to cure your illness, didn't you?

Now it was Mariage's turn to be stunned by Rodimus.

"Were you going to push it through like that?

"I have an official announcement to make in order to get things going in peace. I can't believe you chose a troublesome path."

The tone of Rodimus, who speaks with a suppressed voice, is reassuring. There is a laugh in his narrowed eyes.

That Mariage stands here. Mariage lifts the edge of his mouth, knowing that he is welcome to do so.

Rodimus nodded one thing and changed his expression and tone to something strict.

"Well, so, as a queen candidate, you're wanted in the queen race, right?

"I want to."

"Wait."

The owner of the carsung broke into the conversation between the mariages.

"From what I've seen, Sir Bethleim doesn't seem to be here. In this state of misalignment of the owners of the house with the Queen's candidacy, I would like to state that it is not advisable to hold a final vote for the Queen."

Bethleim Itchy people should also vote hard, he pointed out. Senior nobles belong to factions anyway. Descendants cannot vote without knowing the intentions of the house they claim to be their home.

Mariage bit her back teeth. I really wanted to push through in this mess.

Because the input from Sir Carsung was legitimate, Rodimus also has to think about it. The bewildered surroundings also seem to have begun to regain their calm. They are starting to talk to their neighbors about how they should handle the story of the descending and boiling Queen's race.

Day again, and then it's over. Putting aside time, Mariage joins the queen race. They doubt its legitimacy.

"Don't worry."

A serene voice echoed in the hall.

"Here if it's the Lord"

A woman appearing from a crowd of men packs a distance from the mariages. She carefully broke her knee by not picking the hem of her outfit in front of Rodimus.

"His Excellency Chancellor Rodimus Tedius. It's Silviana Bethleim."

Dressed in simple outfits where only good fabrics and dyes stood out, with unlimited embroidery, jewellery, watermark weaving, and such things swept away, the woman had the kind of air that made it her business to offer prayers in these chapels.

Silviana was famous for her thoughtful and elegant deep-window courtesy long before she showed her face to the social world. If there was anything inferior to Arishuel in the Queen's race, he was unsociable, to the point of. If Silviana had been more energetic in the Queen's race, it wasn't strange if she was a leading candidate.

"Miss Silviana... first of all, I would like to express my pleasure at your safe return"

"I know thank you, my lord. … please forgive me for what I have to say to you in this context."

"Absolutely. Still, following the Whistlewisms, did you replace the Bethleims?"

"My father was so confused when I came home."

Laying her worried eyes down, Silviana put one hand on her chest and drooled her head.

"Apparently, my absence put a lot of effort into my father. My father tried to provide for me, but suddenly I was to succeed him."

Sylviana gives Rodimus a cylindrical letter. It would be a letter declaring our Lord's replacement. I tied the paperwork and looked through, and yeah, he nodded.

"Approve. I'll see you in writing later. So... what do you do? Are you coming to the Queen's race as a candidate for Queen? Or, like Sir Whistlewism, would they support any other candidate for Queen?

"None of that"

Silviana stood up and declared Rodimus looking from the front.

"I have just succeeded the head of Bethleim over my father. Now if you are chosen queen, the house will be in disarray. … so I, like Sir Whistlewism, will decline to stand as a queen only in this contest."

"And you have to stand up and support either"

"No, I say which candidate I support - the one who controlled the Queen's race."

(... I see)

Mariage was impressed with Silviana's opinion.

This is what she does.

Riding a winning horse, he said.

"You are free to throw to the Bethleim Itchy. Bethleim will do whatever it takes to get more votes."

"Fine. Then at the end..."

Rodimus accidentally raised his gaze.

Look over Mariage or Kristel's shoulder and behind the hall to inquire.

"- Miss Melia Carsung. What will you do?

People stared and followed Rodimus' gaze.

Merliah, who was a samurai, shook her hands together in front of her chest.

"You are one of the queen's candidates. Would you like to join? As Karsun's representative."

"Is that good? Lord Tedius."

The owner of Karsun laughs thinly at Rodimus.

"May I invite you to the Queen's race to Meliá?

"... Are you sure Karsun's candidate is only Miss Lilith?

"If it's hard for you two, yeah, like that"

Meliá's face blues even more.

I can't look at that complexion very much.

(You suck...)

Mariage felt sincere sympathy for Meliá.

"That's what your father said."

Melia admired her father very much. Maybe I was dependent. Must have been very, very adorable.

"Your father didn't do anything."

Meliá should have believed that if she stood in this hall, her father would rejoice in his survival and labor.

Reality's father doesn't even give Melia a glimpse.

Mariage bit her lower lip as she layered herself at a young age when her father waved her hand away at the figure of Meliá, who stood stunned.

Meliá, it's me.

"Melia Carsung?"

To the pursuit of Rodimus, Merliah shuts up and shakes her neck sideways.

Rodimus also mentioned the color of sympathy in his eyes again.

"Even if you cannot participate as a candidate, you will be given the right to vote. Are you sure?

Merliah did not respond to his confirmation.

Mariage stepped out toward Lilith.

"I was... a queen who would never reach"

Slowly pack the distance as you speak to Lilith.

"I know that. I don't need anyone to tell me. I know best."

It was the furthest to the throne of the queen's candidacy.

Short breath and incompetence. Beauty and talent were not in this hand.

So when Rodimus came to tell Mariage to die, he thought it had no choice either. Because no one will want to see the incompetent as king.

"But, strange. Someone wants me to be queen."

Lilith stares at Mariage in a horrible shape.

My pretty face is ruined.

"You're here too, aren't you? Someone who wants you to be queen. So let's talk. What kingdom do you and I each want? Let everyone decide between you and me and who wants to be the people of the kingdom that reigns."

Mariage told Lilith to challenge her face closer.

- Come on, let's start the queen race.

The basic structure of the Queen's race is simple. Queen candidates gather popularity through socialization. Through the speeches of the candidates, the voters determine whether the candidate of Hikari is sufficient to support them.

The Queen's race is a grand celebration of the kingdom of art and craft. Play with the throne hanging. The result, which largely shapes the future of the clan trend, is a crappy popularity take-up, largely determined by the original faction.

But that must not have been the case when it started.

If you try to be a queen, you'll see how those days were meant to blur the qualities of the queen and build the drills she needed. Queen's race is a training place for girls who never made it to complete imperialism. At the same time, it's a defense mechanism that prevents my daughter, who has no luck or qualities at all, from becoming a bad queen.

The only person who really understood that back then was probably Heath Livot.

(I have no qualities)

Mariage had, perhaps, luck.

Lucky you were getting Heath and Die.

Because when my father brought Heath in, and Heath brought Die into Mariage, Mariage's life took a big turn.

But right now, there are no two destinies under Mariage.

(I'm sure this is my trial)

Is the Blessing of the Virgin really here?

Will Mariage be allowed to stand as queen?

Lilith Karsun looked flashy, but she realized that if she controlled this place, she could be queen. I colored my lips with an invincible smile and rose out of my chair.

Ladies and gentlemen,

She grinned and walked away from the chair.

"The intruder is second to the intruder. Whistlewism and Bethleim confessed to the disturbances in their homes, and to their predecessors, appearances dressed as samurai. Besides, he blatantly condemns the Church of the Virgin, which now conveys the flow of the Maisemble... what a dense and absurd thing to do for this short time. Ladies and gentlemen, you must have been confused."

Passing next to Mariage, Lilith slowly walks on as she speaks to the crowd. Mariage looked back and observed her. The intricately braided hair is littered with gems and long flowers. The silk field along the luxurious upper body, some younger than the mariage, ripples to gloss. Watermark weaving and silk spread from waist to bottom with multiple layers of wind. The rose and little bird designs depicted by embroidery applied without gaps were stunning.

The girl, looking up at the decorative candlestick fishing down to the ceiling of the hall and spreading her hands, was a stage actress.

"Begin until the Queen's race. Oh, I'm just like all of you. I am confused. So don't worry. I suddenly appeared, should I vote for my predecessors? Or me? What makes you so confused is that you can't help it."

The girl with her hands on her chest and her little neck was pathetic. It was full of itself. Where I come here and make you laugh so hard, I see, all I have to do is push my sister Merliah away and join the evil creep.

"It's okay."

Lilith strongly affirms.

"When was that confusion? Come on, if you calm down, you'll see soon enough. There is only one thing you, sons of the Virgin, should do."

Listen to that, to the voice of the Virgin.

The Virgin wants. Prayer spreads too far across the continent to pay for the darkness of a time of confusion.

"All over the land of Delligeria, the poor barbarians began to flow and threaten our peace. The merchants resist that even if we desire them, neither gold, nor jewelry, nor beautiful silk, will be readily available. Do good wine and gastronomy. Even servants say it's a luxury. Hey, guys, you're cramped."

The girl who talked about it mysteriously tells.

"I can cover it."

Everyone saw Lilith.

Lilith smiled contentedly in the wake of that gaze.

"Our affair is the wrath of the Virgin. To us who have also forgotten the favor of the Lord, who is doing everything in his power to rule the beasts of the west. … So I pray. I'll keep praying. Let us align ourselves with all those in the Church who know rightly the will of the Virgin, and necessarily regain the freedom of the past"