The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Ahhhhhhh, already!

Mariage slammed her desk with an odd voice. The stacked documents float in shock, and the surrounding civilians rush to push them away.

Whatever they were, Mariage exclaimed.

"Come on! Why is there a case coming up next! Even pests don't spring this far!? What were you doing, you guys!!

"... I wonder if Lilith Karsun's guardian..."

"Incompetent people! Shame on you for calling me incompetent!

"Yeah, sorry"

"You don't have to apologize! Can't you do something about it? I've been canned for over two months now!?

"It's amazing how the word can come out, you studied society, hey..."

"Roadie Marsu! Me strangled you, right?!?

"Hey, Maria... dead, dead"

"Once you're not dying, say it!

Mariage, with heartfelt depression, tightens Rodimus' neck. Civilians entering the office see mariage with a frightened face, but not what they find out.

Good to get to the point where I was elected queen. The problem is then. The national government was rougher than expected. A group of Liliths wants to get sidelined somewhere, and they're coming all the way to the national treasury. Those who lent a hand to Mariage's loss fled back to the territory with their possessions in hand. Right now, there's no money in the castle. No one. Only the problem is piling up. Mariage can have neighborhoods under her eyes, too. Skin is also retracted. It sucks.

Mariage dropped Rodimus on the floor, who began to peel his white eyes. Leave everything alone and leave the desk.

"Keho... koho... ma, mariage... sire. Where are you going?

"Break!"

The woman who sensed Mariage's intentions opened the door to the rest room with a pulled face. Straight to the bench next door, Mariage lowered her hips abusively.

Wait until you have all the tea and tea, and give instructions to Rodimus, who entered the room late.

"Roddy, lock up."

Rodimus smiles bitterly and unlocks the door. The magic letters are lit and the "Silence" technique set in the room is activated.

Rodimus sat face-to-face with a sigh of exhaled mariage after taking a cup of tea.

"... I'm so, so sorry, Mariage"

"Apologize is fine, work the crisp"

"I know. But you have to sleep first, rather than rest.... You haven't slept much, have you?

"I can't help but notice. That's all."

"Breaking your body doesn't have an ex or a child.... although I also know I'm worried about the die and I'm uncomfortable."

Mariage dried the tea all at once. Beat the tea bowl onto the receptacle and put your arms together to keep your center of gravity on the back of the bench.

"... Dadan, maybe it's time to get there"

"Probably... right"

To the vague correlation of Rodimus, Mariage sighed.

As queen, Mariaj tried to pay Tartarza first. Purpose, of course, is to follow in the footsteps of the die. But the national government was too confused to dispatch an investigation.

As I spent my days biting my teeth comically, I received a single letter.

It reached Miguel, was suspiciously placed in Asma's hands and turned to Mariage via Armatine, which is offered by a man named Rowen.

He's Arisuel's, dead lover.

Here's the text that was keyed to the two notes - to my dear friend, Miguel.

"You'll be long after that. This one finally settled down. Aliga has also finished her college exams and is now twitching. Doctors, musicians, painters - I can point you all in the eye. Some makeup artists. Aliga says she will be a doctor. The college I'm in, I can't get out. So I'm going to hang out with her back home before it's hard to take a long holiday. I'd like to ask you to arrange a pick-up. '

The letter was then finished with the possible directions to follow, the code of the meeting place and how to get in touch.

Mariage knew right away.

This is a letter from Heath.

Die is with that man.

"Do you really believe that letter came from Chancellor Yerni?

"Don't ask me again and again. That's him and Die, from both of us."

Regardless of Rowen's death, only a limited number of people know Alishuel's aftermath. Of course, there were only three Miguel acquaintances who knew she was looking to enter the Academy after leaving the country. One is Rowen's brother, Kate. The second is Dadan. Die at the end.

Dadan can be contacted without this kind of imitation. Kate has no reason to name her brother. In other words, this is a letter from a die, considered.

But there's something strange about that.

Arisuel's aspirational college is a study hall that collects doctors' eggs, with no other mastery of technology.

So, I noticed. The profession described could have been attached to mariage, a candidate for craftsmanship. There's only one person who grasps that.

In those days, he was wielding extraction on all of Mariage, Mizwieri's principal proxy - Heath Livot.

There are a limited number of people who are written to pick you up too dignified, but know the true sender and destination.

I can't think of anyone but that man, the acquaintance who sends out such letters.

Dadan, who had examined Tartaza in advance, revealed that Prime Minister Perfilia had been visiting the land to deal with the aftermath of the civil unrest. The die was probably protected then.

Rodimus shrugs his shoulders.

"Pick me up right away, not at all. It's strange it's a timeline."

"The letter said, 'I can't get out', so it's about her. You're sticking your face in Perfilia's inner feelings and weirdly being liked around and unable to get out. I don't like to get to that point, that letter."

"Well, I guess... I'm stuck in a locker or something, I think..."

"Rodimus remembers Raina Lugrova?

Rodimus frowns when he suddenly changes the subject from Mariage.

"Mayor Lugrois? You're not supposed to forget that, are you?

"Die, that woman liked me so much, she almost kidnapped me, she dropped me off the boat. With me."

"Speaking of which... that happened, too, right?

"And then, Chancellor Calestia"

"Siaries Callestia in Zemnam?

"Yes, Die. Frequently, Chancellor Kalestia asked me to pull it out."

"... oh, to joke, was I told, was I?

"It's a lot of tarashi.... that child, Prime Minister Calestia, what was he called, you know? Rodimus."

Tighten the corner of your mouth and Rodimus shakes your neck to the side.

"From the Queen and the Chancellor and others, pull off the superficial mask and drag out the face you're supposed to be hiding"

Mariage picked up the sugar candy and said with abomination.

"Exchangers', natural enemies"

Face washing and skin conditioning. Finish the one-way process and the woman will tell you brightly.

"Yes, it's over"

Serenesty woke himself up from the bench where he was lying. It's the first time in a day I've touched my vegan back face. "Top coating" was always tiring, but after makeup, there was only a sense of liberation. All you have to do is sleep. The comfort that makes you think so.

Serenesty looked at the cosmetologist woman cleaning up the tools. She relies on one of the lamps on the lighting dish to take the vials from the table and check the indications.

Even minus the fact that it's night time, the indoors are dim. Serenesty's bedroom always kept a certain darkness. It is a bitter measure to prevent others from rapidly attacking you and not being breached by your gender.

To Cynthia, who was politely cleaning out the tools, Serenesty asked with a thought.

"On hand, isn't it hard to see?

"... at hand?

"You can start making it a little brighter tomorrow. It's gonna be hard to work."

Cynthia laughed at Serenesty's suggestion.

"Gentle"

"... I won't say it again."

"I know. Thank you. It's okay. I used to work in this kind of darkness all the time. I'm used to it. … please go to the bedroom. She said she slept."

Cynthia untied the lid on the bedside. The role has been reserved for many years, but Cynthia and I have taken turns here.

I got to the floor as she prompted me.

When Serenesty puts his head on the pillow, he can hang a futon and a blanket. Once, spread it out, gently. The way it was done, it resembled a distant old, older brother's. When I was young, nagging with my sister, my brother - I couldn't call him that back then - always, like her earlier, spread the blanket and hung it on us.

"Once upon a time, what were you doing?

"... it's me?

"Who else is there?

"Oh, right. Uh, makeup. All this time, that's all I've been doing... Has Lord Serenesti asked you about my birth?

Serenesty shook her head sideways. I wasn't interested. I didn't even want to know.

Known humans will not be able to kill.

I don't even remember Cynthia's real name.

"I asked His Excellency to help me."

"On my brother?

"Yep.... If interested, ask again. On your brother."

(Cynthia would just have to talk)

But it didn't make me a voice. It was terrible, sleepy.

Always more today, nostalgic, like the wilderness of my hometown, with vanilla incensed in my room.

Cynthia strokes Serenesty's hair.

Hehe, and she laughed.

"Sara. You're a brother. Exactly."

"Cynthia......"

"Your complexion has improved, so please stop painting."

(They're persistent)

"Good night, Master Din"

Faced by a distant old nickname, Serenesty tried to wake up her body. But there was no force in the limbs.

I heard my brother's voice after the sound of a knock on the door.

"What about His Majesty?

"Sleep."

My brother exchanges words with Cynthia. A gentle voice. It was the voice of my old brother.

I keep myself from going to my brother's tower. So I don't know how my brother and Cynthia are spinning love. But I knew that the knights, the ladies, were smiling at the two, and I also saw them next to each other, my breasts tightened to unspeakable warmth.

(Ahhh... right)

I think as I float behind my eyelids the shadow of a sweet, sneaky laughing man and woman.

(You want to congratulate me, I do)

- For a long time, I was just cursing.

The past, the Virgin. I ran away from everything.

If I didn't, I couldn't protect you.

But when did you lose sight of what you wanted to protect?

(You just used it, and you weren't celebrating)

If I say such a thing, will the two of you not be able to say much? Or can it be illuminated?

"Your Majesty"

The light in the room is blown out, and the light in the neighboring room just shoots.

I'll be right back.

And my brother said.

Shortly after questioning its meaning, the door closed and the indoors filled with sleep and darkness.

Cynthia finishes Serenesti's duties in the morning, doing her work alone from noon to about a minute, and returning to the tower at the latest in the evening to sleep, study, or train. To keep you from falling for your man opponent. That is important, both as Cynthia and for the Perfilia side, who cannot prepare a female knight.

Cynthia often chose the garden for the place.

She's basic, she has no freedom.

The range within which she may walk is limited. An outdoor stroll would have been a good distraction. Not just training, but carrying tea vials and hard-baked treats and spending time in the garden of the tower with knights and women were her favorites these days.

When the sun goes down, Cynthia goes back to the main palace to take care of Serenesty, who returns from the inspection. If there is no accompaniment such as a meeting, go back to the tower and wait for Ditrout to return.

Ditrout can mean you pull up early to your room, or you can keep your escort away and go out into the garden loving the moon at night. But most of the conversation is about Serenesty and hence the future of the country. That is why Xeno had lost consciousness that these nascent lovers were the bearers of the gall power that in the past had allowed them to hide what they had in mind from the exchangers who had excelled in ventriloquism.

(None)

Zeno heard his own blood draw as he looked around the deserted garden.

(Both of you, not here)

I hear the scar hurts and I can't sleep. Cynthia said she's going out for a stroll in the tower garden in the middle of the night. Sometimes such things happened, and vanilla tea filled with insulated containers and candied fruits were moderated as tea confectionery, as the ladies were accustomed to.

The escort was told to wait at the entrance as Ditrout escorted Cynthia. The garden of the tower is on high ground. The evening breeze blowing into the garden is still cold at this time of year, so DiTrout confirms Cynthia's jacket with a serious face, Cynthia pointing her mouth at his worrying things, and the knights laugh and watch him.

Cynthia grins and grins at Rusty's hand when she receives a tea bottle and confectionery packed in a cage.

'Thank you, Rusty. I'll be there.'

Such interaction and the fact that the bulbs were in their peak season and their various wooden stands, large and small, disappeared from the two appearances was another common occurrence.

After about four and a half minutes, for some reason, my chest squirted. Occasionally on the battlefield. It's called bug news.

He stepped into the garden in a light condition, and found a cloth sprinkled on the garden tree.

It's a large cloth that lays on the ground, folding garden walks, etc. It is spread over the plants so that it can be seen in one shadow.

Angle visible from the entrance. direction of the moonlight. Wooden position. Everything was perfectly calculated.

Cynthia's habit of going out in the garden. I also thought the hard-baked sweets and tea bottles were a distraction to feel like going out, but it's outrageous.

It's all planned actions.

"Damn you... Dita!!

A bug lit by a corner light scatters gently into darkness on all sides.

Is the light that blinks in the shadow of the stone wall the eyes of the rat that rings?

Or is it a remnant of the magic light?

Ditrout groans as he pulls Die's hand and goes ahead.

"The magic here is a lot dead, too.... The truth is, there was no room for bugs."

"Is it the magic of retention?

"That's right.... That's not good. I paid for the spider's nest, so the path breaks."

I didn't think it was getting any worse.

Ditrout crooked his face under the jacket he wore from his head.

The path the Dies follow is a hidden passage that runs through the interior of the castle in the shape of a net.

The entrance is directly below the cliffside wall, which was in the garden of the tower. It's that place that I've shown before that DiTrout is dangerous.

Slightly out of the tower there, directly beneath, the cliffs and the sea spread. If you jump out as you go, of course, you die, but when you put your hand on the wall and descend straight down, there was a hidden scaffold, which descended along a narrow staircase to the middle belly of the cliff, before you could enter the castle.

'Would you like to use a hidden passage?

Die asked in vain when he was calculating his escape. Ditrout will be reluctant or blurry without it, but I already know one way.

This is the path Dadan used to rescue the die when he was captured by Perfilia before.

Ditrout suppressed his head to explain the die, and after a long tour the proposed path was the passage leading from the garden of this tower.

Take even a dark, narrow path while being led by a dittrout. The underfoot is bad, and the water stained from the cracks in the walls and the dust around the spider's nest are obsessed with the people. I want to be more hasty, but DiTrout's footsteps were cautious.

The jacket, coat and food were convenient, but the shoes are simple outdoor. There are no ex-girlfriends or children if you slip and get hurt.

But that was not acceptable to take the time to go.

Footsteps are increasing.

They're coming after the Dies. That's for one.

Gradually packing the distance.

"I'll run"

Ditrout declared, pulling Die's hand hard.

The two of us run down the aisle. I can't afford to see the way with a corner light. Instantly under the stone wall, the magic lights relied on it. Take the triangle to the right, run down the stairs, and climb again. When the thin light flashed along the way, I thought it belonged to a room in the castle and the view glimpsed from the gap between the walls. But I can't afford to observe it closely. The echoing footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Step by step, the die's breathing began to lose its sensory bundle.

Die's health has never recovered from his injuries at Tartaza. None of them have run in the past few months. My ankle, damaged by tartarza, starts to hurt scratches.

"Ha... ha... ha"

"Deanna"

Ditrout hastily hugs the die whose power fell out of his knees as his consciousness blurred. The die that collapsed on the spot withstood the squeezing pain of his lungs as he tucked into the dittrout.

"Shh, I'm sorry... Shh... kahohohohohohoho"

"Fine. I made it impossible."

Ditrout holds the die and strokes his back. I had strength in my arms. Die saw the way he came over his shoulder.

The footsteps I was chasing disappeared and the shadows were stretching out instead.

"... Xeno"

"Dita"

A few steps apart, Zeno had his sword in his hand.

Have you noticed the disappearance of the Dies and followed them immediately by yourself?

"Miss it, Zeno"

"... you're missing something to say."

"Mr. Zeno."

Die rode himself out of the dittrout.

"I'm sorry, really - but I have something to do."

"Running off?

"No."

Die and Ditrout voices align. Zeno glanced, became tannic, and slapped his head with his fist.

"Ah too - what is this... I don't care what you think, I'm the bad guy?

"Zeno......"

"You know, Dita."

Zeno asks with his hands on the pattern of the sword.

If I got the answer wrong, I was very comfortable with the tone, even though I didn't just say it would flash.

"You, are you coming back?

"Naturally."

Ditrout answers instantly.

Zeno sighed and took his hand off the sword.

"Oh well. Is that what you mean?... Cynthia."

"... Yes"

"I enjoyed being with you. And you?"

Die stuck his breath. My days in Perfilia, the faces of gentle people, just pass through my back of my brain.

Said Die, indulging in something that would make his eyeballs hot.

"I had fun, too. I enjoyed spending time with you... so much."

Yeah, and Zeno grinned and nodded.

He turns his expression back to Ditrout.

"Dita. You do your job right, don't you?

"I'm leaving instructions in the office stash. Ten days."

"Rikai.... Go. I'll deceive you until morning. Have a good trip."

Ditrout makes the die stand up.

Reconnect your hands and start walking the dark road.

Xeno's figure waving quickly became invisible.

The end point of the underground tunnel was the underground water supply by the cathedral in Wangdu. The streets you will see for a long time are stained with dawn. The doors of the outer gate are opened for the streets and the entry and exit of the best merchant squad begins in the morning.

The two of us took a Tsuji carriage travelling to the next town.

From here on out, we were lovers with great breasts.