The Queen’s Cosmetician

"... I understand your claims. But I won't admit everything."

Serenesty's voice sounded quietly indoors.

A small chamber of sight that is different from the one used during the sight is used in a somewhat crowded discussion. The voice was not as loud, but the voice with the royal sound seemed to reach only the other person. Ten people sandwiched a long table of seating lengths, and Serenesty and the men across the street clasped their mouths together.

Serenesty pales out.

"Let's admit the port has been redeveloped. You may also support the strengthening of the administrative building. But they want it, they don't expand. Land or sea, whichever."

"But no more, we will not tolerate the people staying in the port. At least one more non-resupply ship..."

"What we need now is not to make the harbor cozy and keep people in the dark. I don't admit lazy claims. Immediately improve the reception of returnees from other continents. … stop by the library to find out why the port is not allowed to expand. That's it."

Serenesty waved. One of the clerks drove the viewers out of the room.

They were representatives of a neighbourhood organization different from the Chamber of Commerce and Industry - The Borderless Country. For, opinions are too crude to talk about. I could tell from the die I would refrain from taking Serenesty's side.

The beholder leaves, and Serenesty weakens. Die poured Rusty's prepared tea into a tea bowl and offered it to Serenesty.

A sigh of serenesty looks up at the die and asks.

"... you see why you don't approve of port expansion?

"Is it because land maintenance alone doesn't end? Does it take a long construction period and a huge budget to develop a shallow bay harbor?

"Do you understand? You know, you're better than your uncles who name the King's Capital representative."

"Oh, excuse me. His Excellency the Chancellor has spoken in advance."

Serenesty shuts up. Even from the thin cloth covering his face, I could see his obstinate expression.

Die smiled bitterly.

"Well, it's hard to make it this time of year, isn't it? Neighbouring countries are noisy, and it costs money to do so without relying on witchcraft. Digging back into the sand, the tide, is it? The flow has changed and the impact on fishing is likely..."

"Is that your brother's wisdom too?

"No. It's my personal prediction.... because there was a similar story in the development of the river"

In Del Ligueiria, where water resources are low, requests for river expansion are made every once in a while. But turning the river's hedges cheaply, a negative effect appeared downstream or something, and he was cautious in planning the construction. Die doesn't know the ocean very well, but it's the same water area as a river, so I thought there would be similar stories.

"... you're right."

Serenesty placed his centre of gravity on the back of the chair with a tired face. Place an empty tea bowl on the table.

Instead, and to the die he asked, he shook his neck silently beside him and gently picked the accompanying sweets.

I really wanted to give you another drink, but you should give it up here.

Serenesty's health sucks from a die.

But if you still want to go ahead and mouth the food and drink, it's the Ditrout valve. If it's bad, you can't get up in the first place, and even if you can do your affairs, your stomach won't make any mistakes.

This similiar brother, and Die sighed in his chest.

The next official tells of the visit of the other problematic child, the Prime Minister of Perfilia.

Ditrout appeared with a knight and several knights.

"Your Majesty, it seems to be over soon, above all."

"Don't say anything foolhardy, Prime Minister"

Serenestai kicks over his brother's labor. Ditrout frowned and hurried to pack his distance from the king.

Serenestai whispers to the retreating dittrout.

"The person in charge of the viewer, there will be one who likes the nose drops. I can't do that anymore. Exclude it."

"Did you fill your belly too much?

"Yes."

"Yes, I did. Right away."

"It's a stupid one. This is what happens because I tend to eat."

Serenesty was poisoned as he stood up to support Ditrout's hand.

They will now move to the office because the time for sightseeing is over. Leaning against him, Serenesty left the chamber as soon as possible.

Ditrout stands in front of the die.

lurking his voice, he asked.

"How's it going this morning?

"It looks like you don't have a lot of blood. The temperature is low. At first sight, eating twice. Sprinkle with two cups of tea, one cup of water and candied apricots"

"Okay. … do you still have an appetite?"

"It's also possible that you're just being strong. Let me not throw up."

"I know. And you?"

"... Well, it's not good"

Precisely, you have headaches and headaches and pain in your hands and feet. I may have slight fever.

Die declared honestly to fall when forced here.

"Enough for today"

"Since the evening? You were supposed to be there, weren't you?

"Fine. I'll do something about it here.... Mark"

I called the knight that Ditrout had refrained from. Change places with the Scipio that was attached to the die. I was changing my escort today because of the requirements for Mark.

Ditrout leaves the room with Scipio. Slightly after the door closed, Mark turned back to the die.

"Let's come. I thought you should get some rest soon."

Refrain from Serenestai's side on his behalf. Just a few moments of the day, but still, the burden seems to have been exceptionally reduced.

On the other hand, it was the Kingsguards of DiTrout who increased their workload.

"Are the Marks getting a proper rest?

Die, who had been offered his pardon since noon, was returning to the parcel of towers held by Ditrout.

Mark instantly asks the Die, who asks questions about the past while rubbing pre-nap medicinal water in the living room.

"Is it a break?

"Yes, it's like I'm working with the Chancellor's escort."

Mark is almost exclusive to Die, but he seems to be on Dietrout's side when he's away. There are also signs that you are contracting other chores for the escort.

I didn't know when the Marks were resting.

"You're getting it right."

"... is that true?

"It's true, Cynthia."

It wasn't Mark who responded to Die's push. It was Zeno stopping by to discuss the placement of the escort.

He said as he slapped himself on the shoulder with a leather document holder in his hand.

"Dita's Kingsguard has a few new ones. Cynthia, there are only a few escorts to get you involved, so it just doesn't look like it."

"Your Eminence will not forget to consider us."

Mark smiled lightly and bitterly.

If you ask me, surely that man hasn't failed to adjust anyone else's workload since he was in Mizweeri.

"I couldn't get off my side because he wouldn't rest, but he's got you these days. I know you're wondering if it's a lot to come that way, but that's not true. You don't have to worry about it."

"Really..."

Above all, if it's not a burden.

Relax and slowly include the rest of the medicinal water in your mouth.

Zeno pulled the chair in front of the die and sat over its back.

"As far as I'm concerned... I want you to stay here forever."

Die silently raised his face from the tea bowl.

Xeno looks at the die with a nostalgic smile.

"Captain......"

The mark I held back on the diagonal back of Zeno is the tannic side. But before he could say anything, Zeno was holding that thigh at the tip of the sheath of the sword.

"If you're here, it's trivial enough to add a little bit or softly to the workload.... you came and he got back on track. I eat, I sleep, I labor myself.... I guess I can give you a load that we can't give you? He is."

Ditrout has not revealed to the Zenos who Serenestai is. That is also the end of the tribulation of the Ditrout.

"How far do you know where Dita and the others came from?

"… I heard that Yerni is the home of your lord who rules along the border"

Who knew the extent of the information was heard in conjunction with Serenestai when she revealed her gender. Because the neighbors, including Zeno, could put exploration into the die.

Zeno and Mark know about Yerni's house from the beginning. There should be no problem with Die's answer.

Xeno nodded satisfactorily, yeah.

"I'll take care of the border. Yerni is an ancient famous family and, retrospectively, has produced a queen. But that was quite a while ago. I can't believe I would bear a country like this if it were true, Your Majesty. I didn't have to do Dita. What Dita's doing right now, if it's true, is what I'm supposed to do."

"Huh?"

"Farranks is a house that produces prime ministers from generation to generation."

In contrast to the die with his face up, Zeno lay his face down on the edge of the chair's back.

"It was originally my house that caused this country to turn over so much. At the time, while in the prime minister's position, I left the dispute between the two lower ministers and even incited them to hope that mutual momentum was killed, my father's."

Perfilia's confusion begins with the queen's immersion with the baby in the fold of her first birth.

Around the seat of the next queen, which was blank, the ministers fought and killed one from the accident. Retaliation began there.

"One way or another, me or Mark was more on the side of ending things. However, my ability to adjust politically is a tease compared to Dita's.... My half-brother was the one with those talents in our house. It's called Klaus Rivot."

"Klaus, Rivot......"

Die accidentally rebuffed his name.

Ditrout also told me. I'm his political mentor.

"Livotto is the surname given in Perfilia to aristocratic nonexistents. When something happens to the house, put it on so you can easily find it. That's why my brother has a different last name than me. When the previous queen, Lady Azraeliel, was alive, there were quite a few Livot surnames. During the confusion, his surname became a vendetta and he became second only to nobility… I hardly see him now."

To the lid, Die understood. Why Heath Livort was accepted in the aristocratic society of Del Ligueiria.

The Delligerian aristocrats mistakenly assumed that he was the blood of the aristocrats who managed to escape the Perfilia mess.

No, that man did, let him.

Heath Livort is a civilian, but Maisemble's blood is in there. Franz Mizwieri also knows and protects it and uses it heavily. That's how the Del Ligueirian aristocrats thought. So I accepted that he would stand in the aristocratic society and assist Mariage.

"My half-brother...... Klaus is glad to have a head. He was more talented in politics than anyone else in the Phalanx. I'm safe because Klaus allowed me to go the knight's way, and when it sucked, I was on a distant mission.... After Phalanx's blood went out except for me and Klaus, if it was true, I would have run off to rebuild the country with Klaus. But I can't.... it was the one who survived with His Majesty, Dita, that Klaus set up as Chancellor instead"

If Joon-young, who also admits Klaus, is likely to rise to the rumors of an aristocratic society from a young age, Ditrout Yerni had a thin shadow. Those who knew him were the dearest firstborn of the Yerni family, enough to keep their mouths shut.

That's what turned Klaus into a master, after he was entrusted to the prime minister.

"It's what my house did, and I can't do anything. So I want to do whatever it takes to be for Dita to keep ending things with the thought of spitting blood in my place. Whatever he does, I'm gonna help him. If he needs you, I want to keep you chained to your feet. But he wouldn't want that. … so much so."

So, Zeno said in a sincere way.

"Hey, please. Stay with him."

Die couldn't answer.

Zeno laughed and stood out of his chair on a die that chewed up his lower lip and leaned down.

Slowly passing next to the mark of a rugged expression, with his hands on the door leading to the hallway, he looks back at the Dies.

"Hey, Cynthia. You're a rumor."

"Rumor?"

"Yes.... Ditrout Yerni did"

No floating rumors, keep serving the queen.

The daughters who send the autumn waves don't get cold, you know, the white prime minister.

"Share your own proximity and treat the Queen politely after...... a lady like the moon of dawn, immediately hidden with his hands"

I wonder who that is.

Ditrout had warned from the beginning. Samurai on the queen's side, and as witnessed by unspecified numbers, the presence of a die will sometimes rise to one's mouth.

Still, and Die wanted to work for him. So I'm not going to tell you anyway.

But it does go beyond expectations, being treated "politely".

The narrow cuffs of the costume worn by the die and the fluffy and elegantly spread hem of the costume are modestly embroidered with waterfowl patterns and are no longer different in shape from the woman's attire. And the light and warm fabric was dyed by a color that darkened the blue one step over the secret color.

Light, empty colors.

Apparently, only the die wraps up the color.

Secret colors are used in Perfilia for jackets with national seals. It is thus the precious colour of the country. Perfect country colors are allowed only for queens and national stamps, and wear something as close to that color as a dignitary.

- The colour of the die is not strange when it is seen as second only to the national seal.

"How did you decide on that color?

"Color?"

"Clothes Color"

"Ah......"

Die asks Ditrout, who is back, as he lays down on his sleeping table. It's a nice place at night, but they've been finishing the bath properly. I can see from where I've already dressed for the night that I've come to sleep properly today.

Ditrout answered the die as he took off the jacket he had hung on his shoulder.

"Didn't you say it before? It's insect repellent."

As he wears his usual samurai attire, something appears that makes him say something to his identity and position and poorly serves the die. Sounds like a "color" to avoid them.

Even if you don't give it identity, if you wrap it around a color that corresponds to the national color, it will only be a threat. Of course, whoever tries to find out who the die is will show up, but you just have to slap him under the water.

"Then"

"Do you still have something?

"Yep..."

Ditrout puts his knee on the edge of the sleeping table. The sleeping strip put on the weight for both of us.

"I thought you should learn how to be polite."

"How to be treated politely?

"There is also something called how to behave in what stands on top. for those who serve below to find it easy to serve."

Kakuri, and Die strengthened his body.

It was because I knew what DiTrout was pointing out.

Die swallowed and asked divinely.

"... for example?

"Right...... You don't jump out on your own, or you don't wander around alone?

"I don't even want to get lost and cause trouble... That's how things are for some reason."

"I know. Yeah, you were attracted to the intrigue, you stopped suddenly, and your escort would have made you struggle."

"... how do you know..."

The man's face grinned as he moved his body to the bedroom and poked one hand over the cloth, peeking into Die's face.

Ditrout gently stroked Die's cheek with his finger back, knowing he had been teased and pointed at his crease.

"Your move is because you don't understand the weight of your own life"

Turn off the grin, he said.

"There will be an escort. That is, the side to be protected. The neck of the guard, who could not protect you if there was danger to you, will fly. With one of our injuries, the officer who refrains on the side is to blame. We ourselves cannot take it cheaply. Excessive punishment or commutation of sentence by our will significantly drives the code of conduct of those below. Therefore, we need to acquire a righteous act."

"It bears the life of others equally to us kings"

At the same time, I am prepared to give my life for the king and country.

Die is too inclined to the one who abandons himself.

"Luxury clothing. Precious metals. A large group of entourages. All of them were far from being born like us. We must use them at all times while maintaining the sanity to let them go, rather than being overwhelmed and luxurious."

"... that's hard"

"Yeah, so you should think that's the color I gave you, too"

Practice behaving like a man deserves the color he wraps around, he states.

Die bracketed his belly and reached out to the man.

"Okay. By the way, when it comes to making yourself crude, so do you."

"I'm tired of hearing you don't let your eating, drinking and sleeping go away. So this is how you'll be coming back."

Turning the arm of the grabbed die around his own neck, he slipped one arm under the waist of the die.

His forehead rubs against his shoulder.

If the die combed his soft golden hair, the man grinned and immediately fell asleep.

(If I'm here)

This man sleeps. Like a child. Be nice to yourself.

If so - when I'm not there.

"Stay with him."

Die exhaled.

I held the body of a man, the prime minister of this country, strong as it was.