The Queen’s Cosmetician

Deanna watched with serious eyes the two fish burning together on the net.

Scorched silver skin with amber fat.

Zero. It slipped through the eyes of the net and made a noise of zero falling into the charcoal and evaporating. An appetizing scent tickles my nasal cavity.

Have you reached a good baking addition/subtraction? The owner of the outdoor shop sprinkles one with salt and the other with cheese.

Once again he gently blushed the fish, and his husband offered Deanna and the others the fish that had stabbed him in the skewer.

"Go ahead, young lady.... this one's for my brother"

"Thank you"

"Don't drop it."

I waved to my husband and walked with Heath. The streets of town are not so much. There was room for two walking side by side on a narrow road paved with blunt stones.

The place I chose as my next inn out of the countryside was a town built by the sea. Chilly due to the wind blowing throughout the year, the dotted views of the rocky reef are only palpable at first glance. It seems therefore that the town was less in and out of the aristocracy and had minor damage even in the civil unrest. They say many of the people who come and go are fishery associates.

If I was to talk to you about dinner while ensuring the stables and the inn are safe, organizing the load and inspecting the shortage.

"They have plenty of seafood, and they immediately bake and feed what they just took."

And because Heath said so.

'I want to eat!

And Deanna confessed faithfully to her desires.

"Well, let's go eat"

That's what happened, and it's happening now.

The sky is still bright as we entered the town early to replenish the supplies wasted by the rain at the store. After I had done the necessary shopping, I went out for a walk.

Seafood is seldom found in Del Ligueiria. The seaside has many walls and low yields. Even when I was spending time at the Royal Perfilia Castle, meat such as sheep or chickens was usually chosen for the staple foods, because it was difficult to maintain freshness.

A bungalow with stone walls lines the street, polished and blackened by the sea breeze. I buy noodles for barbecued fish and shellfish, juice with seafood, and go down to the rocky reef coast recommended by the shopkeepers.

He sat back on a nearby dry rock and spread the harvest over another rock to eat in turn.

Get your hands on it from the fish first.

I got a little chilled, but still my body under the puffy skin took heat and fluttered it loose in my mouth.

Deanna cheered as she suppressed her flattered mouth.

"Yum!"

"Oh, this is delicious"

It has a unique aroma, but the flesh and different fat dance on the tongue. The saltiness worked well. It was expensive to apply the cow butter, but this one was also sweet and very tasty. The two of us grab a skewer and stretch out the aguagu cheeks. I couldn't eat anything, so I spilled it on the way. Wipe your sticky mouths laughing at each other.

Shellfish said crumbled shellfish. It seems to have been roasted in the shellfish area stuffed with beef and spices. The crusty surface was like a pebble, and I couldn't believe it when they told me it was shellfish. I didn't even think I could eat it.

"Have you ever eaten Heath?

"I do. Wang Du only picks two shells, so he doesn't eat much, but a little more western territory has its region, so he leaves at the dining table. but you've never been served shellfish before.... How do you get yourself?

There's something even Heath doesn't know.

The two struggled for a while, and ended up wearing them out with prepared skewers. As a result, I ended up just scratching one mouth, but the crunchy touch is rare and the spicy beef butter is entwined in a sweet shellfish and very tasty. I wanted to eat it up, and I missed myself, but at the end of the day I threw a spoon at both of us.

"You failed...... I should have asked you how to eat at the store."

"I thought Heath knew."

"I don't know anything."

"No, don't shake it. I haven't at least. I also like Heath, who fails."

"What expression is that? It."

Mm-hmm. And I poke a wrinkle at my fingertips that a man put between my eyebrows. He grabbed that fingertip and pulled Deanna's hips with his other hand.

"Wow."

"Be adult."

Heath holds him from behind and pushes the broken noodles straight into his mouth. They were first soaked with juice, and the intense flavors of fish fat and vegetables stain softly from the solid-roasted noodles .

Deanna held her mouth down with both hands. My face was unwittingly dull.

Heath is also sprinkling the chopped noodles and carrying them to her mouth. Immediately over his head a good throat moved, and somehow he chewed his throat and chewed it sweetly, and here and there flew a mischievous voice.

Complete the meal safely, exhale, and look into the inlet that spreads in front of you.

The beach is woven by the black and sandy whites of a rocky reef. The waves you regularly send back are things you don't see in your country.

Deanna looked back at Heath and asked.

"You can come down, right?

"You won't mind that, but watch your step"

"Yes...... wow"

"Ever... from beside what I said"

Heath exhales in a grand sigh, hastily releasing Deanna's supported body. He stood up and slipped his feet early. He looked at this one with a frightened eye.

"Here...... Hold my hand."

Heath lifts her hips off the rock and pulls Deanna's hand. Going down the rock reef and out onto the sandy beach, Deanna flashed into the strange sensation of her feet sinking.

"Oh, it's hard to walk...... hiccup"

"Oh...... don't break out, just sit still"

I suddenly held Deanna up and whispered so Heath could forgive me.

arms around his neck, Deanna said.

"Hih, is Heath okay?

"Unless you get busted."

Walk out slowly as Heath holds Deanna.

Now, the sound of stepping on the sand mixed with the tide.

"Heath is out there. You have the strength, right?"

"What does that mean? You want to be shaken down?

"Ah! I'm sorry!

Stick to Heath's body. His arm turned straight to Deanna's back.

"As you will remember later.... Deanna"

"What is it?

"Give me your face. Just as the sun sets."

Tong, and Heath's fingertips slap Deanna on the back. Turning to the one he indicated with his jaw, it was just, like, a moment of sunset.

Unlike from the windows of the Royal Perfilia Castle, the sea, which for the first time wished nearby, sparkled a thousand by the sunset, and the sound of the calm waves made him feel endless tenderness and tolerance.

A light melted with gold in red dyes everything in the world from the horizon.

Whimpering with both, feeling each other's temperatures.

"... it's beautiful"

"Yep. Really..."

- I saw something beautiful.

Together, in these days, which are so short that the fingers are counted, we have seen a lie.

Leaving the seaside town, running through the plains. Even beyond that we saw.

The grass and trees that wave in the wind, the endless ether, and the birds that stretch out in the sky with their wings.

Rain grains watched as it rained sharply and rested in the shade of the trees, as well as dirt mud caught in white smoking droplets. Whether small animals eat the remains of beasts or the miscellaneous livelihoods of the people of the villages and towns they stop by.

Everything, crazy, loving, and beautiful.

What we risk our lives for is not just a curse for the past, a sense of self-esteem for injustice, that sort of thing. If you fail to accomplish anything, whether you are to be ridiculed or ridiculed, you are part of a noble effort to spin this beautiful thing into the future.

We are.

The end place was a plain with crumbling walls and a foundation of houses.

The sunlight just leaves a leftover light on the horizon. It will be night soon.

"Prior to the civil unrest, it was a thriving town as a relay point to the King's capital."

Heath said as he pulled the horse's reins.

"Mixed with poison by the well, it's been purified, but people didn't go back. It decays and lengthens.... I chose this place because if it was tracked, it could be a town and they wouldn't get away with it"

The road to the nearest town also remains painfully. Located in the neighboring territory, it's a distance that grown-ups can manage with their feet.

Also, if you go that way straight anyway, you hit the Del Ligueiria border, and Deanna can't even go home alone.

Heath, that's it.

Looking around at the town's remains, Deanna shrugged.

"Nobody's here."

"I'm specifying tomorrow morning for the reception. I'm camping here today. … there are occasional patrols, so there are few types of night thieves"

"Patrol? Aren't you coming today?

"I put a little hand on the path."

It is a brilliant abuse of authority.

To the man with a firm face, Deanna laughed and held the connected hand strongly.

Tomorrow, when I deposit Deanna to pick her up, Heath turns back. No one has to come, leave Deanna, he's leaving.

It takes three days to rush the horse without taking a break to the Wang capital. He can't throw everything away any more.

"Where's the camp?

"There."

At the end of the meadow pointed out by Heath, the building on the triangle roof was stuffed.

It was a chapel made of very common red bricks and stones. The construction is rustic in itself. But it was so majestic and beautiful that he wanted to sigh in the desolate wilderness that he carried and built a book of nights stained with stars all over the sky, as he flipped his velvet coat.

Once inside, a part of the ceiling collapsed and a dazzling sky of stars was seen. Choose a place with a solid roof of beams and connect the horses to one of the column columns. When I unloaded him, he shook his horse's nose, not saying he was tired.

While stroking the neck of a long-held horse, his own eyes are drawn to a point in the hall.

The deepest part of the building. The main altar, which would once have been made to feel the glory of the Lord God by magnificent sculptures and rose windows.

Now against the backdrop of a golden starry sky, like a crushed gem, there was a statue of the Virgin, leaned against a single young tree, raining and discolored.

Deanna unconsciously walked over and looked at the statue.

"... kind of, surprisingly"

"What is it?

Heath, lined up next door, looks up at the Virgin as well and asks.

"I didn't think I would choose the chapel for the camp location because I didn't want to see the statue of the Virgin."

"It's a precious place to rainstorm."

It is a reasoned answer that sounds like Heath.

Heath's next word slips into Deanna's ear as the laugh pokes out.

"Then you can also pray for the peace of your journey"

Deanna looked up at Heath. Unexpectedly entangle it at his fingertips.

Heath remains staring at the Virgin.

(This one...)

Grabbing his finger, Deanna lay her eyes down.

- The truth is, I'm sure, it's very believable.

In the aristocratic town of Del Ligueiria, each house is equipped with a chapel. Not even the Mizweeri family is an exception. The same must have happened to Perfilia, and it must have been in Yerni's mansion.

Even Deanna herself had gone to the chapel of Flower Street on the Sabbath. Then all the more so is the servant who serves a nobleman who professes the blood muscles of the Virgin.

It is he himself who knows best what it means to bow and grind to the Virgin.

Heath, and Deanna called.

"... I want to know about you. Will you talk to me?

"I think we're talking a lot to you, though?

"More... whatever.... even when it comes to children"

Even after I started walking down the road as a dittrout.

I wanted to know. Until the last moment. I want to know and remember him.

The horse kicked the ground in dissatisfaction, so he decided to look at each other and laugh and take care of her and take care of the camp's support.

Look for the well for two and fill the water bag. Quickly wipe the horse's sweat, comb his hair and give him the grass he mowed out around the chapel.

While Heath cleverly digs the dirt out of her hoof heel and sees if there's any damage, it's Deanna's role to make a bunk with grass and cloth on it, or a bunk.

During his journey, Heath did not fail to teach Deanna how to wander the plains and survive. How to make a bed, how to light a fire without attractive stones, and how to find water. Though it was a burning blade, it was better than not, just in case.

Perhaps Heath accompanied me this far in order to give me that knowledge.

"Whenever they chase the castle, you can learn to run away alone," Klaus said.

After finishing dinner with porridge that just melted the grain in water and warmed goat's milk, Heath revealed the source of the camp's knowledge that way.

"The noble brother is a compulsory subject for hunting, so I didn't follow it, nor did I, but one night when Klaus woke me up and dressed me up with him and brought me around the country for a month or so, I pioneered it"

"Not for a month?

Deanna looked up to Heath. To him sitting on the bunk with the wall behind him, Deanna leaned over and sat down. I couldn't ask for Heath's expression angularly, but I can tell by the signs that it is tannic.

Heath moaned in a bitter voice.

"Though countless things have prepared me for death, that's one of them. I didn't even have water and food, so I was laughed at and flashed that I would really like to remember."

Klaus Livort seems to have lost his head first class and was a tremendous weirdo. Historical researcher of his so-called rational fieldism.

Heath seems to have swung a lot at him.

Deanna suppressed her mouth with an unexpected smile.

"You were close."

"I don't know if that means we're close... But that's right.... I couldn't dislike it. He was a respectable teacher, and he was like a brother."

"Your brother.... I missed you."

"Right.... alive, I wanted"

Heath held Deanna's shoulder hard.

I grab that hand and hesitate to ask.

"... Mr. Klaus, when did you die?

"We're headed to Mizweeri, not long ago. … he died in a negotiating place with the nations he swallowed, raided, sheltered me"

Exhale in an elaborate breath, and Heath growls.

"... all die for me"

And my father, and my mother, and my master, and all the multitudes that followed him.

"Klaus was very good and also had a small number of apprentices. If Master Sele had arrived on the throne, not Master Din, he would have been the Chancellor. Infiltration into Del Ligueiria was my best interest in working with Lady Franz. The prime minister becomes the middleman. It's not a sane plan, but still, with the Klaus, my hole was easily filled"

But Klaus is dead. The competent and inexperienced died.

There was no changing or stopping the plan that ran out, and Heath came to Mizweeri with that death as well.

Heath frowns and shakes her head.

"Oh, excuse me.... You're getting wet."

"That's okay."

Deanna smiled.

"I told you I wanted to know about you, didn't I?

It's not just happy times. I want to pick up all the cursed past too, which he couldn't even reveal and kept sigging in.

"Me, Heath."

"... yeah?

"Thank you, Mr. Klaus. Even to your parents. To all those who have connected your life. One man who did all that he could for thee met thee and me.... and then"

Deanna put her arms around Heath's neck.

"Thank you, Heath. Please don't give up on living."

Heath did not abandon herself when she lost her friend in Tartarza, walked down the border between life and death, and abandoned herself.

Like myself back then, Heath must have suffered. The family must have been beaten down by the grief that struck the master one after the other when he was killed, which is why he was leaning on himself.

"For thou hast lived, I too am alive unto this day. If I hadn't met you, I might not even have been a makeup artist right now."

That's what he might have lived for.

"The future, if I am happy, it is what you have brought. I met you, I was loved by you, you shaped my future."

"... oh well"

Heath combed her fingers into her hair and slowly held Deanna's head.

"Are you… a proof of my raw..."

Heath is under the tomb forever, more than living as Ditrout Yerni. When that happened, he wasn't supposed to be able to accomplish anything anymore.

But this man, as Heath, met himself.

Heath whispers with her lips against Deanna's forehead.

"Deanna. Live. Be happy. Only then will I - Heath be saved."

Shouldn't you have been born?

Treated as a swelling, yet surviving, I wonder if I live sucking on the raw of those close to me.

But if there is only one person who will live and be happy, that is the only salvation.

I'm ashamed, he said.

Likewise, I whispered myself.

That we met, that we could love each other, this moment, all of it.

It was happier than an eternal dream.

- If you're going back to the country and you're not going to be able to live, you can come back.

- To you?

- Yes.

- If you can't do it all anymore, come back to me.

-... right. Yes, shall we?

- It's a promise.

We slept, twirling in a single blanket, dreaming of an unlikely future, like one thing.