The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Okay?"

With his hand hanging on his chin to apply lipstick, Die prayed to Serenesty as he ascertained the makeup performance from left to right.

"I seem to repeat, please pinch the break to the temple. If you don't remove moisture, your skin will dry up and your makeup will collapse more easily. Repainting lipstick is also important. Your lips just look glossy and glossy. On the contrary, a full-blown wrinkle means that only then will the luster be damaged. Don't be distracted because it's under a thin cloth. Then..."

"Okay, okay. Enough. You don't have to push it again and again. Don't say" topcoat ". I'm tired of hearing it."

Serenesty deflects his face from trying to escape Die's novel. Die put his strength into his jaw-grabbing hand. Pull your own face all the way in front of him.

"Do you really understand, Your Majesty King Serenesti? If you apply it any more, it's life-threatening."

"... I know that"

Serenesty sticks out her lower lip. Die sighed and took his hand off his jaw.

Today's makeup is applied fairly well compared to the day to day. Prioritizing the resistance to collapse, the coloured powder dissolved in water and brushed on the skin, while the powder beat the particles fine with care. The colors revolve around the eyebrows and eyes. Around the eyes, use even cheeky red to accompany the thin red like you were exhilarated, and with a fine brush pull the sand mixed ju to the eye. To crease, he took advantage of the original shape, contoured it thinly, and brushed bright red.

Unique as stage makeup, but that's why, assuming, when the subject comes off, it should catch the eye and help Serenesty hide her gender.

Put the fine pen in the brush and Die took the thin cloth. Cover Serenesty's face and stop the end with a platinum hair decoration. Check the harmony between makeup and thin cloth again.

(…… it will be fine,....... probably)

Serenesty's appointment today was to visit outside the castle. Serenesty stopped painting the appearance by magic for about three months. Together, when the magic fell out, he slowly demodulated. I kept coughing up. I no longer spit the blood I gave you, or I couldn't move out of my bedroom because of high fever.

Nevertheless, I still want you to eat and be adult on the sleeping table. Because the slight fever cannot be lowered.

Now that the snow in the streets has been broken and people are revitalized, the outside world is a must. Selenesty chose a better day than the weather, and after doing rule-related work in the office until noon, he began to go out for comfort and inspections near Wang Du.

That first time, Die made a terrible mistake.

Serenesty squeaks as he looks in his own face with a hand mirror.

"You put on makeup quite carefully again."

"I'm sorry about the first time."

I applied makeup without being able to get a good idea of the lighting and situation of the place. As a result, makeup collapsed, albeit slightly. Until the break, the magic that made it up to you is magic.

Die is not allowed to go out. Inevitably, the companion becomes a crook. When she missaw the time when her makeup would collapse, she was supposed to deal with it under the authority of Serenesty on official business.

Otherwise, makeup breakdown is not the only cause, but in dangerous phases, we can see a tendency to try to rely on witchcraft.

Die preached to Serenesty as he gave a signal with the bell to enter the auxiliary woman's room.

"Even though, His Majesty seems to accumulate magic easily. I've never been too careful."

Serenesti's recovery rate is overwhelmingly slow compared to Fortuna's "Demonic Madness".

Serenesty, who has used too much topcoat all the time, can't completely lose his magic. Not to mention any of them here in Alvina, but there was a limit to just how Die would deal with them in the way I heard from her.

Yet Serenesty continues to do the face of not quitting the exercise of witchcraft if he has to.

At that moment, Die told him cold.

"Are you listening? If you tell people not to rely on witchcraft, you are the one who says it should be done, Your Majesty."

"... hold on, be careful"

Serenesty dropped his shoulder to give up.

"If anything, I'll leave my seat and deal with it"

"Yes, yes. Live long like that properly."

"You... you want me to live long?

Unexpectedly, Die stopped the cleanup hand.

"You're out of your mind.... Why should I wish for your death?

Behind the thin cloth Serenesty floats the colour of perplexity. He seemed more perplexed by his silent self than by Die's answer.

Die told him as he put his cosmetic tools in his bag.

"We want you to live long."

"... is that for your brother?

"Because you are the king."

It was also on the agenda of the Continental Conference. The country that has lost its queen is miserable. The nobles take the money left behind and go right and left. The state government immediately disintegrates and continues to produce people who have trouble eating. They must either starve to death as they are, or risk their lives to travel the continent and flee to their still rich neighbours, or they must adopt one.

Preventing it on the water, Serenesty is a fine king. In the past, we don't forget the tricks he did to Die and Mariage. But it was certain that Serenesty had made his country live and live forever, and that it would have been a little fruitful.

I will not stop hoping that his, their, this act of piety will come to fruition.

Serenesty pulls his lips together and shuts up.

I was going to affirm how he was, but it didn't seem like an extra pleasant reaction for Serenesty.

Die smiled bitterly.

"But, well, of course. As Serenesti said, it is also for His Excellency the Chancellor. My lord, if you're not well, you could die of overwork, loaded with more work."

"... I know"

"More than anything, I grieve. You have to be healthy. That one."

For that man, Serenesty is, king, master, childhood tame - the only one left, brother.

I want what that man loves to be unimportant.

Serenesty shrugged mysteriously.

"You really like your brother."

"I don't sleep with guys I don't even like every night."

Yeah, and Serenesty nods.

It was a somewhat young trick.

Die looked up at the lady waiting for her. As always, he paints himself with magic. In disguising himself as a man, he was lifting his height and altering the skeleton of the exposed area. If you don't apply it on top, it will be strange. I hear it's not as burdensome as Serenesty's, because it's a topcoat by its own magic, but it actually does. There is no colour of fatigue on that face, as suggested by the man who just demodulated it.

There was no expression on the stern white cover, the green gray knob was cool, and there was an atmosphere of refusal to make contact with others.

Everyone wore a blue-toned uniform, and the origin of the black was different. But when Serenesty rises up, taking the hand she offered, and the two contours become one, its presence is strangely uncomfortable.

The Shadow of the Queen. As the two names say, a close-up leans on Serenesty with a perfect silence.

I wonder what she thinks of the advent of the die.

Only this quiet, impatient woman doesn't try to get deeply involved with the die.

Serenesty leaves the makeup room. Afterwards, the guards, who were waiting at the door, take them.

They won't be back till midnight anymore.

All you have to do is get them back. That is the untrue authenticity of the die.

Die, who drooped his head and dropped them off, meditated on the closing sound of the door.

More Serenesty outings. That means less die work.

The new woman who had been blamed had been ordered to acquire the professional skills and knowledge of makeup, but there was considerable leeway to subtract it.

So Die decided to work on two things.

Tranquillity and training.

This one.

Die took a deep breath and concentrated on the man standing in front of him.

(Don't hurt me)

Repeat to yourself.

He will not hurt me. Standing to protect me. That's what the man is ordering.

Okay, and make up your mind, put that on the hand of the man being offered.

My fingertips were gripped, along with it, my heart sounded off.

and. The heartbeat increases my breathlessness. Sweat seeped in my hand.

Breathe as shallow as you can. Gradually the pulse also begins to calm down.

Mark, who holds Die's hand, lacks discouragement, but labors with a warm voice.

"Are you all right?

"... it's okay"

Die shook Mark's hand back. The sensation of the hands is also returning a little bit. You won't faint like this. Probably.

Next to Rusty with a flickering face, Scipio sits with a knee up in the chair asking Die with a leading face.

"Cynthia, do you think you can walk?

"... I can walk, I think. Because I have a good feeling about my feet."

"Okay, let's take our time. Start by circling the room."

Mark repositions his body and causes Die's hand to hang on his arm. Die exhaled again. And I made sure my body didn't tremble, and I took a step.

After being badly injured enough to knock on the door to the land of Maburoba, two problems remained with the die.

One is a significant decline in health. Walking around all day is hard anyway. I can't wait to sit in my chair.

The doctor has told me that if I try to stay calm, it will get better soon. So that's still good.

The other was more serious.

If a man accidentally approaches or comes into contact with you, you become distracted.

I don't respond to ditlouts. Serenesty also had to be nervous if there was nothing to be touched from over there because his brother and his face looked terribly alike. Otherwise I almost couldn't make up.

But not the other way around. Helmut is irrelevant. Even Zeno, Scipio, and Mark fall out of contact with the loss of their finger sensations.

Even if I manage to stay conscious while I'm at work, if I go back to my room, I throw up. If you do poorly, you fall asleep.

I can't live a decent everyday life with this. Because half the world's population is men.

And so, for less work, Die slept well, and at the same time, with the help of the escorts, began training.

Walking around the room. Plus, Rusty is holding a sag with a decent face. If the die vomits, he'll come running. Incidentally, vanilla tea of a kind that is well suited to upside down is already waiting to be brewed on the round table.

Slowly three times around the room, sitting on a bench, Die collapsed on the spot.

Scipio bends to the side of the chair and peeks into Die's face.

"Don't be sorry. If I fall, I don't have an ex or a kid."

"I know...... By the way, Mr. Scipio, why are you here?

Scipio entered the room while the die concentrated on practice. He's a replacement with Mark, but it's still early that time.

"Mm-hmm. My lord and I were on this early shift today, and they kicked me out saying we didn't need it. I stopped by the government building before I went back to sleep."

"... are you getting a break?

"Fine, 'cause they were just calling me spare today"

"Scipio says you've been kicked out, but finally, I'm just saying that your Excellency cared. … Skip, report things correctly"

"Mark is too prescriptive.... practice with me next? Oh, you don't have to."

Die laughed back at the man laughing with a different brightness than Zeno and gave his head over the seat of the bench.

Take Rusty's brewed vanilla tea first. After refreshing your mood, determine your physical condition and resume practice.

Same as when Mark. Take Scipio's hand first with self-allusion. Have him grip it back. When you calm down, go around the room with the lead. I'm tired of going around in all the same rooms, so I decided to walk in the tower next. It's the same walking routine you just recovered from. I'm just saying that the leading hand is not DiTrout's.

"Didn't Your Excellency say anything about practicing like this?

"I had no objection."

"Really? That's surprising."

"Mr. Zeno told me something similar."

When I started this training, I was admired that Zeno used to dictate Ditrout.

This is a birdcage.

Now Die can't move just because he can consolidate his surroundings with a man. To tolerate that overcoming is like keeping the cage door open. They couldn't believe that was Zeno or Scipio.

Die smiled bitterly.

"It's easy. I am now at His Majesty's side. On defense, it's not dangerous to faint just because someone caught you in the arm. Hit him badly and he'll endanger your majesty."

Such a person, horrible and cannot be placed beside a king - usually.

"Well, I know quite a few things about you guys, so I know what it's like to be wary of getting away with it."

"That's not true."

Skippio can cover his remarks at the end of the die.

"Your Excellency wants Cynthia aside. You don't get it?

"I know, I know."

Die answered instantly.

"But your prime minister will not err in judgment. The possibility of putting one's own king in crisis cannot be overlooked. But I must serve His Majesty for a reason. So this is how I tolerate taking and training thy hand. Self-evident."

To the die I assured you, Scipio did not return a long response.

Eventually he sighed, you know, and briefly affirmed the die.

"That's the place. That's the way it is."

"... what is it?

"You asked me before what Cynthia was to you, me."

"Yep."

"I'm not sure yet. But I just know that that one is choosing Cynthia. We like you when you're with Cynthia. We thought that one was more... human dumping."

"You mean chill out? Or that you are putting all of your own into service to your lord?

"Both"

I know what Scipio is trying to say. Because both the servants of Mizweeri and Mariage reputed that man that way.

"That one. Come on, your majesty, too, but you've got all of yourself, you're throwing it. But that soothes me when I'm with Cynthia. Mark, me, the captain, standing near Cynthia, he looks so nasty. I might be unconscious though. Isn't that funny?"

"... ha"

Skippio giggles throats at the die who is cramped with replies.

"... you've thought a lot about it. Well, Cynthia is very pretty, but I didn't think that her Excellency would be attracted to a woman who was just beautiful, and it tastes good to let the one in charge forget her position, and she doesn't feel like a vampire purist. No, that's fine with me."

"... excuse me. I mean... no, I know what you're talking about."

Innocence, selling things like, hometown geisha past the back of his brain. That's it. I'm not a nobleman. Just because I like you feels like dropping it.

Finally, Scipio pointed a straight eye at the die.

"Cynthia, I know. More than us. That one treats us more coldly as pawns on the board, whilst he is gentler and more emotional than anyone else. And naturally, Cynthia lets herself use it. I told you to use it more effectively. But Cynthia doesn't feel like that one pawn. Cynthia can use that one as a pawn, too, on the side of pointing.... That's why. I can see the same thing with the same weight on my back, because I believe in ruthlessness, and that one can be sweet."

That was like a monologue from the middle of nowhere.

Scipio shook his head and shrugged.

"... Your Eminence really wants to keep Cynthia locked up in this tower. This is our unanimous opinion."

"... Really?"

"So... let Cynthia decide quickly what she intends to be for you"

For example, if you don't hesitate to take someone else's hand, the time has come when you won't tremble.

Pretend not to see the bird cage door open and be kept as a little bird?

Or.

"... right"

Die smiled.

I thought it was the kindness of this knight to entrust the choice to the die.

- Everyone speaks with certainty about that man's chest.

But he hasn't revealed anything about his chest yet.