The Queen’s Cosmetician

Reception room closest to the main palace at my tower in Ditrout.

Three female officers praise each other in a stirring motion so as to pay for the carefree air in the morning.

"Best regards"

There is no yarn of disturbance in the movement. Beautifully chanting voices passed peacefully and well, and although educated from their voices, I found that to be it. No extra mouth, but the answer is clear, and the expression is bright. harshly jerked daughters.

They are new female officers as aides to the die. Rusty alone was out of reach as Die expanded his range of actions on Serenesty. The care of Die's neighborhood remains the same for her and the tower ladies, but if you go to a place with a dark political colour, these new ladies will serve Die.

Dropping off the hooked up girlfriends leaving the room first, Die told Ditrout in a slightly frightened mood.

"The three of you... I thought you were alone at best because you said you would put people on. Isn't it too luxurious? Lord Serenesti, forgive me very much."

"I have Your Majesty's permission. And not everyone sticks to it all the time."

"Huh. But can you put people on me who seem so good? I heard you were understaffed.

"There's a shortage. The fulfilling personnel to serve on His Majesty's side. … they were educated as queens, but were not allowed to do so."

Those who did not reveal Serenesty's gender, but were therefore smoking their talents, it seems.

"... can it be done with a queen... well, things like how it works for you. You get a place to see qualities and superimpose them."

"Do you mean all in all?"

"Are you unhappy?

"No. I'm impressed, Your Eminence."

I can convince you that if the only reason is not to place a new female official about the die. Suddenly, the number of people with access increased, and I suspected there was a back.

The face of the guards involved with the die remains unchanged, but they also had a few deputies under those marks.

Whatever the thoughts, the move to replenish personnel to prevent overwork is welcome. You could try riding that ass horse.

I still don't think there's anything there.

A freshly wrapped palm was offered in a man's glove, and the die raised his gaze as he crawled into its arms.

Ditrout was waiting for the die.

As busy as ever, Die and I started sleeping together and his blood color and skin gloss were exceptionally better. After two days of vacating the castle on inspection, the man returned under the die and went to sleep. I've never been glossy, but there's such truthfulness in the arms of a man holding a die's body that a child who doesn't lean over is stuck in an extended hand. And those eyes, they always catch the die and don't let go.

Not as enthusiastic as when I peered in there in Little Scanagia. The man's pale eyes are smug. It was obvious that it wasn't because I didn't think anything of it. Something of mass, as much as the water of the sea, is disguised as nothing with reason. A sort of weight that made him think so was in his eyes.

There was no pressure. I wish I could squash it, and I even thought. To the man who keeps supporting his own weight only. But that was an irresponsible idea. Die hasn't given an answer yet, and the man respects that confusing time. Remembering the calmness there, Die loosened his mouth and just shook the man's hand back.

The officer who does the number opens the door. Die took him with Ditrout and left the tower.

The habit of moving to the main palace together began in the name of saving money on the number of escorts.

From now on, Ditrout will go to Serenesti's office for morning deliberations. The die moves to the room given as a refrain. In preparation for your day job, offer the women you meet your attention to serve beside Serenesty.

When I plugged it into the crossing, DiTrout told me.

"If you have any words or deeds that belittle you to the women, please report them. I'll take it off right away."

"Is there one person who would behave like that?"

To Ditrout's opinion, Die inadvertently expresses doubts.

"I guess you chose to keep in mind, didn't you?

"Of course. But there are also things like trivial habits that come from birth and growth."

"Sometimes that will have nothing to do with the other person. Isn't that a matter of how I feel?

"It's also up to the people below to figure out how they feel and behave."

"Then it is my duty as master not to be insulted."

"Are you used to using people?

It was not a question of giving instructions.

Die was slightly aware of the mark of walking backwards.

Walking alongside Zeno, he sticks by the die today.

"... I'm not used to it. Once again, when you become aware, a tremor comes. Right now.... I think I've often been indifferent."

At that luncheon where Serenesty was raided, Die 'used' the mark to remove any suspicious material.

If you think of Die's position and choose someone who can deal with the danger immediately, ordering Mark was the best thing you could do.

Even if his arm could have blown up if I hadn't stepped aside.

Take responsibility for the consequences of descending on the ones below and give instructions. Because it annoys me. Because I am not born and raised to serve. Such irresponsible excuses are unacceptable. If you're going to make excuses, you're going to have to step down.

It is easier to take care of yourself. That's a hundred things to know, and you still give someone else's life in your place. That uses people. It means ordering.

Die should have always started to act in a corner of consciousness, the presence of people who might be ordained - originally, when he carried the national chapter of Del Ligueiria.

"You don't need to get too used to it and be blunt.... don't forget to be around"

"Ditrout"

"What is it?

"Thank you"

Ditrout blinks wonderfully at Die's acknowledgement.

Die put his strength into a hand tangled in the man's arm.

"Please correct my ignorance"

I am always drawn to this man.

Ever since I left the flower district.

The hand of a powerful die was accompanied by a new hand of ditrout.

Ditrout remained silent. When the die looks up, it hits a gentle glance.

- Spoiled, I thought.

In fact, you were right.

These days, that's remarkable, by the way.

Die's scope of action is limited. It is also decided who may exchange words. Mark and Scipio are escorts, but at the same time monitors. The die continued to be blocked from outside information. The work involved in the die is sorted out and no shards are heard about the situation in other countries.

Other than that, however, he was free.

Both Ditrout and Serenesty respected Die's work. I did not treat her as a mere replacement for a female official. They never took lightly the makeup, the care of their skin, the knowledge and skills they developed to make people look beautiful, just for that matter, including the findings that inferred their physical condition. From time to time, the tools were aligned, and the opinions expressed by the die were often accepted at the end of the debate.

"Why is someone wearing makeup beside the queen? It felt like it."

The day after work was done early, in the living room of my tower in Ditrout, Xeno, who stopped by in contact with the security, said to the die who was taking care of the brush.

"Now you know. Your Majesty's complexion is good, because of your work. [M] Professional, that's good.... what the hell, that face"

"No......"

Die shook his head loosely and put the brush at hand in a cloth bag.

"That's what they say, because there wasn't much"

"Really? Well, maybe that's not what I dare..."

"Cynthia's makeup makes one feel better."

Rarely did Mark pinch his mouth. Often faithful to his duties, he rarely mingles in chatter unless he turns to water.

He said in a calm voice.

"It's always flamboyant, because on the day Cynthia put on makeup, the ladies look particularly bright... We who work together are also inspired by it. You're doing a good job."

"Mark, if you praise Cynthia too much, she's going to hit Dita."

"I don't have that.... Isn't the captain just doing bad things on a daily basis?

"Say that!? Tell me!?

To Mark and Zeno's multiplication, Rusty, who was helping Die work, leaks a sneaky laugh when he dulls.

Looks like he's in a leaky day.

Warm, gentle.

Who is it, and who pointed to the die and pointed at his face? But from the ladies attached to them, to those who wanted to see how things were far-flung, they handled the die carefully.

Fully, I was able to focus on my work.

I remembered enough.

I think Die again.

Ditrout is spoiling himself.

If you're beside yourself, keep spoiling it like this.

I want, he once told himself.

He can still hold the fever - I don't doubt it.

I had been captured by a bird basket that took the future cage offered by a man.

- Mariage Mizwilli returned to the throne.

A rush report came from the scourge we were sending out to Delligeria. In the middle of the night, I was about to drop the light.

Serenesty asks Dietraut, who looks at the report.

"... have you reached the throne again?... How?

"Looks like she ran for queen."

"Queen's choice...?

"Yep.... re-election of all the missing queen candidates and the result of running for queen, including Lilith Carsung, with the noble principals who were the Lord"

"What, is that?

Helmut, who was listening, raises a voice of confusion. I can't help it. Ditrout feels the same way.

Mariage was not out of tune as his political enemies chased him through the castle. I didn't even hear he was killed, so it was presumed that either the wild bastard was dead, or that he had successfully fallen outside the country.

But Mariage wasn't such a grown-up runaway little girl, apparently.

"You said you collected a candidate for Queen who was missing, and that the Queen found her?

"Of, sounds like"

Ditrout agreed with Zeno.

"From what other queen candidates have said, you can hear that."

Thirteen senior aristocrats, the head of the Karsun family, said the queen's candidates had been sold to Scanagia Jr. If you are the daughter of a senior Delligerian aristocrat, that is the great number of aristocratic breakdowns that you want so much that you can get your hands out of your throat. Their bellies produce the blood muscles of the rightful Virgin. Because if you give birth to your daughter successfully, you can even rebuild the country.

They are elected to look for, help, and side with queen candidates who were captured outside the country, to be square in the queen's race and not worthy of the throne.

They chased that off the throne for over six months. Mariaj Mizwieri accomplished it at the end of her time as a female.

"Ha... Ha ha ha ha!

Suddenly, Serenesty laughed with her forehead down.

"Wow...... wow!! Though I thought it was a bummer...... wow! Mariage!"

"... will Del Ligueiria calm down?

"It will take some time, perhaps. … you may gradually draw soldiers from the border"

"Hmm. Now I can take a vacation to the soldiers who let me spend the whole winter in the province."

"You don't know that. Perhaps we should let them go straight to the clan."

With the report, Dietraut said, the king glanced at him.

"... Explain, Prime Minister"

"It was certain that Lilith Carsung, who competed for the throne with Mariage, had the support of Reginald Chamberlain and hence the Church of the Virgin. Looks like he was in the queen's race place. I'm guessing Reginald was pulling the thread, too, because of Mariage's loss."

From the information we got from Deanna, it was known that Reginald was a Kersung family eater, but it wasn't enough to determine how to get involved.

But this time, the report says Reginald confessed in the Queen's race that he was involved in the kidnapping of the Queen's candidate.

"Lilith, who was being pushed by Reginald, describes something interesting in her speech in the Queen's race. - By prayer, let the Virgin descend."

Rumors from Bevel, head of the northern chamber of commerce and industry.

Prayer enhances magic, and eventually, creates the Virgin.

It was also spoken of as a candidate for Queen of Delligeria, with the patronage of Reginald.

"... Where's Reginald? Is he dead?

"No.... seems to have escaped well. And if you could have gotten into Clan Hive, the separate reports are up at the same time."

There are other reasons to turn soldiers to Clan Hive.

Luncheon raids. When the main culprit was Klan Hive's rat, the results of the investigation were almost certain.

"... Sagan Old"

"I know. Let's move soldiers to the Klan border. Whatever it is, make sure you don't know."

"Yeah.... then, brother"

DiTrout raised his face from the report.

Because Serenesty's voice contained the sound of a patrol.

"... what's up?

"... reduce that job for a while"

That, what.

It's about Deanna.

Serenesty said quietly.

"... don't let them know Mariage has reached the throne. All right?"

And, and the footsteps unwillingly caught his ear, Ditrout exhaled thinly.

I'm in a hurry to get back to my room. He was going to stay calm, but he's not going to show it out. I was fortunate that the escort to the tower was new, not Zeno. If he was attached, he might have pursued the heart of Ditrout loudly.

- Don't let them know about Mariage.

It was strict enough to keep Deanna here.

"I can use it," he thought.

That's what Helmut told DiTrout about Serenesty's change of heart, who decided to keep her at hand.

"Don't ruin your skin. It's loud when it comes to your job title, but I rarely give you any other tips. or not incompetent. Your head turns to the point of arguing with you, your mouth is strong, and you're in crisis and you're not cowering.... In that garden, that girl sheltered her majesty first. The subsequent decisions were accurate."

And there's no need to hide Serenesty's gender.

'The first thing I was rebelling against was like the jealousy that took my brother. If you skip those emotions - you don't have a choice but to keep them?

I thought you and I were going to meet that girl.

Ditrout has no choice but to shut up about Helmut's inquiry.

Long before Serenesty handed down his verdict, DiTrout kept hitting the cloth stone for Deanna to be beside herself.

Share an escort and give it a color that corresponds to you. The former was a combination of intelligence control and understaffing, and the latter was to ensure that there was no one to serve mischievously, but it was also certain that she had dared to impress that she belonged to the Chancellor.

I didn't help that girl who was on the border between life and death, hoping to make it my own. I didn't have the option of not saving her. That was all.

Too much to wish for a future with her, my path to go was bloodstained.

Ditrout will continue to kill one, the faith, for the people, for the king to whom he will serve. What Ditrout does is plain for the people to live in peace, and it only buys resentment. All that could be collected as Brother Wang was fear and resentment.

I've never wanted to bring that girl into this hell. No shards.

Still, once she stands next to me, I can't help but dream of it continuing.

This went on three years ago. Serving one king together. Having food together. Sleeping together the day. Beyond the days I cut myself off on a thunderstorm night.

There was a slight light leaking from the private room.

I hear Deanna was still awake. My daughter, who was about to have her body on the back of her bedroom, can flaunt her face in recognition of the ditrout she had returned home to.

"Welcome back, good luck"

"Yep.... Back."

She apparently worked for reading. Laying the book down on a small table with corner lights on it, she stood up and welcomed Ditrout.

"You were later than planned.... Do you want to keep dressing like this? Or would you like some tea? Though it's a makeover."

"... let's have it. What were you reading until such a late night?

"It's a record of past Queens costumes. That's a list of what you were wearing at the dinner party that was the Lord. I was going to use Serenesty's clothing and makeup as a reference..."

"Deanna"

She blinked at the call of Ditrout.

Always DiTrout calls her in the name of the Virgin.

I wanted to call her by her real name now.

That way - …….

"Heath."

I knew she'd call the name of the lost man.

Deanna slips her thin, soft fingers onto her own cheek. Tell the temples as they are and slowly comb the hair.

"Is there something wrong?

I did not return the answer.

Instead he hugged his daughter's luxurious body and overlaid her lips.