The Queen’s Cosmetician

Perfilia is a bay port city. Much of the north faces a far shallow sea. Ditrout, who was rocking its coastline in a carriage, raised his face to the light flickering in the windows. The waterfowl was winged high in the sky, kicking through a jewel-like splash. I glance at the glare as I follow that trajectory with my eyes. The sunlight swallowing the birds was warm and soft on the skin.

Today's dittrout was an inspection outside the castle. We are in a position to wait for people to see us at the castle every day, but we need to step into the other person's castle once in a while to help them see if there are any unwanted plans. There were a number of things to do directly with the children under the castle who exchanged using several types of cryptography.

I also wanted to extend my legs outside the castle and keep them in touch with the air brewed by the people - here from the Continental Conference, in addition to the beeping of Tartaza, Serenesti's malaise, Delligeria strayed in the absence of the Queen, in addition, and finally, about Deanna - … too many unforeseeable conditions persisted, missing the opportunity to see directly beneath the castle.

Of course, I was always concerned about the castle and the region. However, in the case of hearsay only, the information obtained is different from that of going there.

(... quiet)

That was DiTrout's candid sentiment.

It's not like there's no crowd. There are moderate transactions. At the outer gate of Wangdu, carriages lined up with crops from the region. There are open-air merchants on the street, and the appearance of guests responding to their hangings. In the residential area, ropes are passed between narrow streets, and the laundry flickers in the wind.

It was peaceful. There was a figure of what Serenesty was literally trying to maintain as he shredded his life.

But - I don't hear children.

The beach stretches along the coastline with no footprints of golden sand. In the shallow ocean, a boat swayed between the waves as it remained tucked away.

"My lord, it won't be long"

Your arrival at your destination is heralded. Ditrout nodded back and waited for the carriage to stop.

The carriage was entering the Bay Harbor District, which occupies the corner of the Wang capital.

No resupply ships, but medium sized and small boats of equivalent size line the berth. A group of wharf facilities surrounding them in a semicircle. The other day, Serenesty rejected the expansion. That is the last destination of the day.

The grounds cannot be expanded, but the maintenance itself is admittedly necessary - because the harbour designed and built on the assumption that the magic equipment moves is not compatible with the desecration promoted by the Ditrouts.

But if you don't keep a close eye on the maintenance business, it's easy to get into the sidelines of the aristocracy belonging to the Magic Reconstructionists. This inspection was combined with threats to prevent such arbitrariness.

Meet with the artisans and officials sent by the people, exchange words, and see if there are any changes to the business plan.

mooring facilities, cargo handling facilities, storage facilities and passenger facilities. Looking around in turn, DiTrout finally stepped into the chapel.

The chapel serves as a place for those who stand from the country to pray for tranquillity in their journeys, and is attached to the depths of passenger facilities. Looks like we've already got a re-servicing hand, and from the festival room, which is big enough, it smells like a brand new paint thick.

Apparently, the equipment has also been roughly new. The edges of the lined benches are also smooth. Touching them, he proceeded to the back, and Ditrout stopped his feet in front of the altar.

The Virgin looked down at DiTrout and smiled.

"I advanced that it should not be a statue of the Virgin."

A man's voice rang from the rear. Ditrout looked back slowly. An escort retreats from sight and reveals the Lord of the voice. He was a musculoskeletal man, with half his face covered in cloth. As the man entrusted by the Chamber of Commerce to oversee the northern part of the Western Continent, he was present at an earlier meeting. Bevel Ottoman and he named himself.

The management of the boarding of unsupply ships is compromised by the Chamber of Commerce and Industry and officials of the King Perfilia Capital. He was called to beg for his opinion in the maintenance of the harbor.

Whatever the silent ditlout, Bevel spins the words pale.

"Sure, this may be the starting point for what travels, but it is also the ending point on the other hand.... it is unique in the west to give the Virgin up. I advised you that for a place where you can pray to any god,"

"Excuse me, are you born outside the continent?

To any god, he said.

Few know that there is a faith but the Lord God. Mostly from other continents.

Loosely packed with dittrout and distance, the bevel stood slightly rearward shrugging her shoulders.

"I spent a long time outside. Well, we're only here the same length already."

"... I didn't mean to let you put the statue of the Virgin here"

In the west the Church of the Virgin Mary favours width, but on other continents it is different. The North and the South are only the Lord God, and there are still variations in degrees. East doesn't even believe in the Lord God in the first place.

If it is to serve as a place of worship for the people, it is not appropriate to have a style centered around the Virgin. Therefore, each was originally designed only as a place to pray to their own faithful God, and was designed as such at the time of the renovation. As you can see by the way. The Virgin is smiling furiously at herself, too.

"But you have forgiven.... If we hadn't compromised here, there would have been some other part of the way, something like that."

"I just accepted the request.... We are not going to test until faith. … it is time for you to know that faith and politics are separate"

"That's... that's not gonna happen."

DiTrout frowned at the negative correlation from Bevel.

"What are you trying to say?

"I have come to warn you."

Bevel offers a charm stone. A silencing stone that I used a lot at the Continental Conference. He wanted to talk to me in secret. Ditrout alerted the escort to Bevel with his eyes open, watching him silently as he lit a charm stone.

"My lord, there are rumors running around that you are trying to eliminate the Virgin"

"It... forbids the faith of the people, in the sense that?

"That's right.... We know that you are in the process of secularism. The people are not. You are a little too hasty."

I know, and I didn't put it in my mouth, Ditrout agreed. If I hadn't tied my lips, I wouldn't have time, because I was about to complain.

When it comes to secularism and one thing, I originally know it's not easy. The events of the country, of course, people's lives, are too close to faith.

That's how Ditrout himself was born and raised. So, for one thing, I wasted no time explaining the fold of introducing new things. Of course, even Tartarza.

"Not enough explanation..."

"It's not something you can do with an explanation. It would be tantamount to being told to change your roots, so it would just have to be shocked to accept it."

"You think that disaster isn't enough?

"It will be rare for those who accurately understand that disaster was caused by the Virgin in the first place. Different?

"Oh... well"

That the people did not understand that the cause of the disease of genocide that licked all over Perfilia would not remain merely a struggle for power.

It's the blood curse of the Virgin, and we all don't know it.

"You know what?"

Realizing that he had overlooked the fundamentals, DiTrout tongued inside.

"You have given me good advice. I thank you."

"That's not true. I haven't gotten to the point yet."

"... the real deal?

"That's right. There are those who incite rumors that earlier...... we are trying to eliminate the Virgin. Did you know that?

"Church of the Virgin"

Our own movement is nothing more than a deprivation of power from the Church of the Virgin. The Church of the Virgin, unable to do so without it due to the collapse of the Maisenburg, has made the King's Government of Perfilia an enemy, especially after the Continental Conference.

"Do you have any idea why the rumor spread rapidly?

"... because I began to get tangled up in the reason for the magical decline"

There have been reports of such moves from time to time, and the owner also told me this morning that it was definitive.

The Church of the Virgin Mary intertwined the decline of magic from the people, the decline of magicians, with the policy of King Perfilia's government.

It is the movement to trivialize witchcraft and disconnect the Virgin from her days that is depriving people of their magic.

In other words, the Church insisted that it was the Serenesties' fault that the present days did not improve in any way.

"The Church argues that more faith in the Virgin enhances her magic. Did you know that this is the story that is becoming paranoid?

"... no"

DiTrout confessed honestly. The trends in the Church of the Virgin, especially the extremists, have been allowed to be monitored, but there is a time difference before we can look past what is under the water.

Bevel corrected her residence and looked straight at Ditrout.

He whispers to Ditrout the information that he has just gained, with a tongue-in-cheek expression that he himself is half-hearted.

"... They say there are children who continue to pray for three days and three nights in the church and are ready to count anew"

Prayer enhances magic - eventually creating the Virgin.

People, get your feet in the church. Give prayer to the Virgin.

He says it is because of those who stand in their way that the magic does not increase.

The church is going around preaching to people, Bevel said.

The courtyard, where rose stumps also began to dust, was full of soft sunlight. At a time when winter as a calendar had just dawned, I felt like it was premature to welcome him in the courtyard, but gladly it was better than the day he deserved a luncheon.

Die speaks to Serenesty, looking out from one room facing the garden at the participants who will be seated at the designated round table.

"I'm glad the wind is calm, too. The thin cloth won't come off."

"That would be something you could say."

Sitting on a single-handed chair that leaned against the window, the king, who was looking through the paperwork, glanced at him.

"Keep it tight so the cover doesn't fly.... because it doesn't matter to me in the weird part, you. Be careful."

"I know, sir"

"... do you really understand?

And he suspects it somehow like a mariage. Extra-cardiac.

Die glanced at his shadow as it moved onto the window glass, restocking the thin cloth clasp that was worn from his head.

This morning Die was dating Serenesty, who would meet the representative of Wang Du face to face in the Watchroom. Also accompany the luncheon that will begin shortly. The makeup was already done, and Rusty was just getting a double-check from Rusty to see if the costume was imperfect while observing the luncheon attendees.

Participants in the luncheon said that nobility aimed at softening the legs of the Yerni brothers and sisters was the main one. In the name of celebrating the healing of Serenesty, who was lying in bed at New Year's Eve, he seems to be planning to love the first bulbs of the bloom, but it's not a bad hobby around hoping for the outdoors. If Serenesty falls ill with this, he seems to have the soul nerve to tell him that the Queen's throne will retreat from the front line intact with a body that takes into account his body.

The first time I heard the flow, I was angry with the die, and Serenesty said:

'I don't want to take responsibility. But I want power.... that's what it is. There are no more students left who can take proper responsibility in the first place. He's a little rat, and he can't escape anywhere, so he lives in this country'

Humans with money and connections have finally fled the continent, and only a few with a sense of responsibility have gone out with Serenesty, and as a result, they are all now in the land of Bobo.

If you're here - there's an infinite number of things you can do.

Apply makeup to Serenesty. Samurai beside him. That alone is a great help, everyone keeps their mouths shut.

And dittrout.

That man and I make up for each other's shortages with a view to achieving one purpose. Talk about things without other love and eat together when.

The daily routine that was thought to have been lost on the night of the thunderstorm is being restored, with slightly different shapes.

Despite the danger of treading thin ice, my days in Perfilia were horribly fulfilling.

(That one...)

Power enters the fingers hung on the window pier.

What do you want to do with me?

I've always wanted it, he said before.

Do you still think so? Do you want Zeno to be beside you because he wants you to be a die?

Nearby, the die has to be chosen.

Do you martyr to your husband who doesn't even know life or death?

Or will you stay under the man who suffers beside you right now?

I am contacted that I have all the attendees at the luncheon venue and Serenesty stands up. In the lead of the knights, the die left the waiting room.

The garden is full of rich scents of flowers. As I felt by the window, the sun was warm, but the air was slightly limp.

Mark, the guard of the die, goes ahead of ourselves first. The next one is the die. Serenesty is after the die. Helmut and a few knights at the end.

Gaze, feel.

(Seen......)

The crowd was sharp as a prick in the skin.

I was ready. The likely mark on the die was the side in the vicinity of the ditrout. The format of the house from which it comes is also high. The Chancellor rarely lends him to others.

Even though that is enough to get your attention, in addition you wear the blue costume of dawn and are constantly at the side of the queen.

Die indulged in wanting to lean.

"Your presence is heretical wherever you go"

Second, a nostalgic voice rose behind my ear.

'Just straighten up, look forward. Don't be a disgrace to your husband'

Was it just the right fit so far? In the corner of the Mizwilli family, I was to be educated in etiquette from the head of a samurai.

In bitter memory, Die leaked a bitter laugh.

As we pass Serenesty's seat, Mark stands. Serenesty turned away to reach the chair pulled by the clerk's servant. Die, who was helping prevent his luxurious costume from ing, admitted something of silver glittering on the hem of the fudge tablecloth.

"Your Majesty, please wait"

Slightly ear Serenesty.

Wait until he stopped moving, Die gazed at the silver tangled in the tablecloth's crotch.

(... ear decorations?

It was a silver outfit imitating a bird. It's as small as a pinky nail. Reaching out in surprise - stiffly stifling yourself at the color of the gloves.

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

Die pulled his hand back and left the scene.

"Guards are attached. 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 '

Yourself.

Stay intrigued and don't check.

"There."

Die called his servant.

Whisper the presence of ear decorations to him who is still young. He changed his complexion and switched places with Die. It takes to remove the silver bird - …….

"Wait."

Die stopped him.

"... Cynthia?

"Please wait, Your Majesty"

To the surprised Serenesty, Die showed him to back off with his arms. He followed without resistance. My servant awaits the continuation of his instructions with a bewildered face.

(In the king's seat. With your outfit still falling off? Impossible. Should have checked in advance, many times)

I can't even think of a confirmed woman to take it off.

(of silver)

No woman wears this outfit and works.

(birds)

Gin's.

"Mark."

"Yes."

"Knock it off"

"Ha."

Mark, who briefly stated his understanding of Die's order, dropped the silver bird with a knife on behalf of his servant.

It was that moment.

Pan, and purple electricity ran vertically through my vision.

"Sire!"

Die grabbed Serenesty and retreated behind him. Plus Mark and Helmut shelter that die on their backs. To their bodies, Die saw the attendees, who turned pale.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

My servant's screams echo. As I stretched my neck and glimpsed beyond the knights, a great eagle clawed at my servant's arm and was eating his meat with his beak. Blood splashes and dyes white bulbs grown in vases. The servant fell flashly as he wrapped his chair around him and nodded with his arms.

The raptor who hurt him dissolves in the void as he is surrounded by phosphorescence.

That one.

(Devil...)

A bird created by witchcraft, with silver craftsmanship at its core.

The ladies of the participants take their seats with their throats tightened.

"Hih..."

"Everybody, stop!

Die shouted reflexively.

Numerous glances in the colour of confusion gather in the die. Die walked away from Serenesty and looked over at the lords of his gaze. Tell Helmut by as he checks for strange vacancies.

"Old Sagan. Arrange for a blockade. Get everyone involved in setting up the venue immediately. And his youngest son and his youngest daughter."

Understood, Helmut concurred and began to instruct his men.

"Get a doctor, too."

Serenesty pinched his mouth as he slowly walked out.

"... Somebody, carry him"

Our servants gather to carry their wounded colleagues.

Serenesty, who dropped it off sideways, sat down in a chair with his blood stains still jumping, with graceful measures. After glancing at the venue, he pokes his elbow on the table and puts his chin on the paired hands.

"Well."

Serenesty pulls up the edge of his mouth.

The dark lipstick applied by the die made the king laugh, claiming to the thin cloth basket.

"It was an interesting pastime - why don't we take the time to discuss who planned it? Hey, guys."

Attempted assassination of the queen at luncheon.

Returning from the inspection at night for an early report, Ditrout hurried under Serenesty.

It won't even be long before the knight who does the number opens the door and steps into the king's office.

Serenesty was lying in a bench in the dormant room in the back.

"Sire!"

"... Shut up, brother"

He covered his eyes with his arms and groaned.

"I was wondering if you could lower your voice. My head hurts......"

"... excuse me.... Are you hurt?

"No.... Cynthia took refuge in me"

With an unexpected word, my face tenses unintentionally.

Serenesty looked at Ditrout with warm eyes.

"Will you not look so miserable?... both of us, nothing. The injured person is a clerk officer. The report is there."

"... Really?"

I don't care if you're safe. DiTrout redirected his attention and shifted his gaze to the round table indicated by Serenesti.

Apparently they've just been written up. The papers are put down. Take that away and look through.

I grasped the situation and sighed.

"Are you the devil..."

The devil does not remain merely to give a message. If the procedure is changed, its use is diverse. However, if you let them have a reality and act aggressively, they will eat magic, and the technique will become more complicated.

"In the scattered nucleus, they had a fragment of the attractive stone. Looks like they were filling in for magic with this."

"Is it a time-bound formula?

"Yeah, well, magicians who can do that are doomed a hundred years ago.... They say the procedure is too complicated"

For a moment, the figure of Delligeria's untold magician plunders the back of Ditrout's brain. But the possibility that the killer was her soon disappeared. If she's involved, Deanna better be gone first.

"Once they've returned today, they're on hold once. First of all, is there a corpse among the people involved? Tomorrow you will know.... How was your brother's inspection?

"Yes, but what bothered me most was the movement of the Church of the Virgin Mary"

DiTrout reported what Bevel told him to Serenesty. I wake up physically like Serenesty was bounced and face blatantly.

"More magic in prayer? Such an idiot."

"But in Ichii, that seems to be starting to be seriously believed."

Back home, he also gave instructions to the keeper to take the back.

"Let's wait for that report.... Back off today"

Ditrout blinked when he was poked at the impression.

The sun is falling, but the night is still long. Shall we start dinner?

"It's early to back down, though."

"I'll be busy starting tomorrow anyway. Go back today."

"But"

"Brother..."

Serenesty looked up at Ditrout with a frightened eye and sighed at this sight.

"Not dull? You don't love me very much. I'm telling you to go back to Cynthia, I..."

"... what kind of change of heart is that?

"Don't leave me."

Pull in here.

Understanding what your Lord's command means, DiTrout squeezes out the bitter voice.

"To this hell should only be accompanied by those who have set foot"

"You make me do that."

The king's reply is absent-minded.

Serenesty said resolutely.

"You just have to be nice to my brother. No grudges, no curses, I bear them."

The king did not tolerate any further questions to Ditrout.

Ditrout went down to the next room and shut the door silently.