The Queen’s Cosmetician

Beyond the lid, I felt the light.

Deanna opened her eyes as she drew her consciousness hard from the edge of her sleep. Feel a hint of cold air on your skin, grab a blanket and look beside you. The warmth, which should certainly have been there until last night, was not there, and Deanna looked around in a hurry when the demon told her the time was near noon.

(Heath......)

He was there.

He sat on the other wall across the hallway, with a cheek wand on the window frame, looking out.

Maybe he just woke up too. My torso is blurry somewhere, like I just put my sleeves through my clothes.

Deanna woke up in the first place and walked over to him, wrapped in a blanket.

Heath noticed Deanna. Welcome Deanna with one arm open silently.

Deanna leaned against him and followed him ahead of that gaze.

There is a single tree that stands somewhat apart.

Horses are eating grass behind it. Our own horses remain connected in the hall, so it's another one. Shifting his gaze downwards, he laid the roots of the trees on his back on a pillow, and there was a man looking out at the blue sky.

I can see it in the distance.

As expected, Dadan is here.

Heath strokes this jaw with her finger back. When I looked up as I asked, I got a mouthful.

To peck lightly at first. Mix the exhales together one by one.

Let go of your lips and hug each other.

I feel his temperature and heart sounds. Take, take, take. I love the regular sound of it.

Eventually we stared at each other away from either.

Ah.

We were happy.

"Let's go"

"Yes."

As the sun plunged into Jomtien, the sound of stepping on grass soil reached my ear.

Dadan turned his gaze around his neck to the chapel. One man and one woman were about to walk out of a grasswood eroded stone building, towing their horses.

Dust dancing in clear air beneath the clear sky is causing light to reflect turbulently. The light scattered through both of them, and it was beautiful. It emerged from the hall of divine oaths, which I saw somewhere during my journey, overlapping the figure of the blessed lovers.

Dadan got up his upper body and stood up with his hand against his knee. You can jump to a breath, but what you're going to do is rip two of these indivisible things apart. The body also gets heavier naturally.

"It's been a while."

"I'm out of time"

As Dadan gently raised his hand, the man smiled and returned a response.

"Uh, that was bad before. Hit me as much as you want."

"Yep. Really, I've been unconscious for two minutes."

I have stunned this man in Perfilia. I'm glad you slept well, Dadan laughed. The man shrugged his shoulder half-eyed and said nothing.

Dadan looked down at his daughter, who was standing beside the man.

The last place I saw him was in Scanagia, Jr., almost a year ago. She had an amazingly risky look on her fairy-made face in those days that didn't make her feel gender. The golden eyes had a metallic cold.

Now my daughter's eyes were calm. Judging by the complexion, it doesn't look like it's compromising your health.

"You look good, too, above all."

"Thank you for coming so far"

My daughter smiles and expresses her gratitude.

Dadan handily withheld his daughter from trying to bow her head carefully.

"Oh, wait. I need to ask you something first."

"What is it?

"You will be interviewed first after you return to Del Ligheria"

There are two requests Dadan received from Mariage.

Bringing my daughter home. Precautionary recommendations shall be made before doing so. Regardless of the former, the latter is not possible for Delligerian humans.

That's why Dadan came.

My daughter didn't have any surprising colors. The same was true of men. They are listening to Dadan.

Dadan glanced at the man and continued the conversation.

"Because I won't cover the fact that I was in line with the Perfilia Prime Minister. So, I don't know what will happen as a result of that interview"

This was the word of Chancellor Rodimus. He tells me that there can also be extreme sentences in the distance.

My daughter is a makeup artist. No matter how much Mariage needs her, or how much the Queen preaches the significance of her presence, a large number of people will cease to be meaningless. It goes through with other countries. weigh the dangers of that possibility.

How ridiculous. But that's reality.

Miraculously, Dadan asked.

"- Still, you say you're going back, right?

"Yes."

My daughter answered instantly.

"It's above my knowledge. It makes sense to go back."

Dadan glanced at the man. Do something about it. That's how I felt. But there was no way this man could have expected a future awaiting his daughter. He never changed his complexion, he told Dadan.

"I'll have her, please."

- You two made up your mind.

Okay, Dadan said.

"Leave it to me. … be sure to take me home"

A man keeps a slight eye. He nearly opened his mouth, but agreed without saying anything.

Do the horse support and bracket my daughter's load. I rode first and put my daughter in the saddle behind me.

The man and daughter didn't even have a goodbye word. He smiled and just waved gently. It's as if I'll see you again tomorrow. Go away. I'm coming. It's not as painful as it might even sound to interact like that.

Put down the man who's going to turn back to the king's capital and leave first.

It was better than a good yang. Ethereal dome with no clouds. The prairie sea plains wave with glow. For this minute, no horse's legs will be taken on a somewhat rough road or mud.

It's always a good trip at a time like this.

I'm sure you'll get to Del Ligueiria soon.

Drop Deanna off and take the shortest route for three days. I arrived at the King's Capital at the end of the closed doors.

Get off the horse in front of the outer gate stained with sunset red light. So I saw the familiar face, and DiTrout blinked unexpectedly.

"Zeno."

"Good day.... Was it a good vacation?

"Yep. Thanks to you.... Why are you here?

"Well, I'm here to pick you up."

Two figures appear from behind Zeno.

Ditrout looked at them with a frightened eye.

"Until you."

"My lord..."

Scipio squeezes out his voice. The mark next to it is silent, but you can tell by looking at his face that he simply enjoyed his remarks.

Ditrout told them.

"... she went home to accomplish what needed to be accomplished. I will, too. With Your Majesty's forgiveness."

"But... I..."

Mark shudders his lower lip and groans remorsefully.

"I wanted him to support you."

I know that a small number of whom Mark, the fist-trembling Scipio next to him, gave his allegiance to himself, recognized and served her well as his master.

Even anticipating their disappointment, they didn't even use them.

Sin is on me.

"Thank you for helping us."

I appreciate it. Without pursuing it deeply, it's just that you dated DiTrout's selfishness.

The honest knight put down slightly, no, and shook his neck sideways without force.

DiTrout slapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's go home"

- Judgment, take it.

With Die absent from the Royal Castle of Delligeria, it will be more than a full year. For the first time in a long time, the royal castle has an idle atmosphere, where everyone you see is immersed in their work and their daughters, taken by knights, walk blind. Since Mariage sat on the throne again, it appeared to have been staffed, and everyone was busy with the pile of work.

Dadan and I are separated at the entrance to the aristocratic city. The guard picked up the die first at the inquest. He then walks in the castle after several shifts in his concierge.

Die looked behind the leading knight. I know my face, but I'm not close. They're selecting such personnel. They did not particularly exchange words with the die, but accompanied them on a short and lengthy journey.

The last place I reached was between the thrones.

The number of people handed out during dazzling glances of decorative lighting suspended from the ceiling is surprisingly small. Rodimus tedius. Assé tedius. Civilians, martial officers - the extent to which the Chancellor's trusted knights can be counted. There was also the appearance of Alvina. She was the only one who looked at the die and smiled.

One daughter sits on the throne resting on sandalwood at the tip of a carpet laid on the main road from the door.

For more than six months, he was Mariaj Mizwieri Delligeiria, the master of the die, who had not seen his face.

He counted six months before being summoned by Serenesty, after a bureaucratic marination in the name of his own tower.

And when he was ready, and went between the sights, would the king, standing before the throne on sandalwood, be angry and faint, and, in addition, powerless? It was creating a complex air that contained a variety of emotions.

The internal circumstances of the country, which also banished his daughter, who stepped into the depths that even the Zenos did not grasp. Besides, it's not weird that Dietrout himself, even if he threw his errand away. Perfilia was just too fragile to do that, and DiTrout had all sorts of things in her hands.

Serenesty waved. A few more left the room from the hall with only a few. Serenesty, Helmut, Zeno. For the rest, only those who know about that daughter and themselves, such as Mark and Scipio, will be left behind.

I kneel and drool my head under the floor leading to the throne on sandalwood.

Raise your face, the king said.

"... is there an opening? Prime Minister."

"No"

Ditrout affirmed. There is no justification for what I do. It defied the king's will. It was an obvious betrayal.

"If you dare, I have said it before. - This hell should only be accompanied by those who set foot in it themselves."

The conquest, the ravages, the slaughter, if this country is to live forever. Let's bow tow to the Virgin too. Let us even slay the Lord God.

But only those who wish to keep this country alive should bear the blame.

Serenesty grips his fist.

It was as if I could hear the gloves creaking so far.

Intimate contact with Prime Minister Perfilia. This is the sin of the die.

In addition to the suspicions from the Continental Conference, I borrowed his hand to return to this country. Inside, that was the problem. If I had returned home with an official declaration of protection from Perfilia, this might not have been as rudimentary either. Have you been in more contact with Chancellor Perfilia? What did you talk about during the Continental Conference? How did you come into contact with him after he disappeared in Tartarza? Where have you been and what have you been doing?

Die didn't hide it. I answered honestly everything I was asked. Until I refrained from being near Serenesty.

I didn't answer about his gender. Because they did not ask. Serenesty reluctantly left Die's country and conspired with Ditrout to go outside. That was the end of Rodimus' interrogation.

"... have you met Asma?

That was Mariage's first voice. While the die was being pursued by Rodimus, she lay her eyes down with her cheekstick on the throne. Now she was in the same position, looking straight down at the die.

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"... I would have been worried about you"

Die only breathed, yes, and agreed again.

"- Konno, you stupid girl!

Early on when I met him, Asma yelled. The die was followed by a flat-handed impact. The star flew right in front of me and made me lose my head, but I immediately returned to me. Because Asma pounded her knee on the spot and fell on the die, and began to cry without me.

She uttered one novel after another. You, don't even know people's minds, don't worry all the time, I think that was the word. The mouth pressed against Die's shoulder was creased and not clearly heard. But neither Asma crying out like that, nor embracing a die, has ever happened.

Under the dazed die, the intimate geishas appeared one after the other, and began to make noise about the nasty. Silly, where have you been, you've gotten caught up in a big deal. Are you hurt? If you're okay, just write to me, right? Don't worry about it, too. With a blemish, the lively geisha presses on the die from behind, crying out glad he's safe, and teasing the sobbing face asma.

Shut up, and Asma, with her face up, yelled back at the geisha and now held a die in her chest.

I'm pretty sure they were chasing after my mother.

But I could never have seen myself without seeing it.

I was truthful, protected, loved, raised.

Die moaned as he held Asma back with his trembling hands.

"... Odd old man..."

"May I?"

To Serenesty as he stood, DiTrout asked. He responded with a low, faint voice.

"... what?

"Why didn't you try our captivity?

That last journey was so peaceful itself that it clapped out. Instead, I can even ask about the signs that I was encouraging some preference for men and women travelling in the inquisition.

"... if I chase you around badly and you get hurt,"

"Even so, it's too much to leave"

Nor does it look like he let his daughter track him down after he broke up with herself.

Drop your hips on the throne and Serenesty will keep your eyes down.

"... why are you back?

"I say strange things"

Ditrout returned to the king's inquiry.

"Until the end of hell, I have sworn."

"... sometimes they attack and destroy their neighbours by force. Like before.... then, if she stood up... what do you do?

Imagine. I just returned home with repeated delusions over and over.

Raid the King's Capital of Delligeria. Suppress the Queen. Um, I'm sure there 'll be a makeup artist beside my hard-hearted daughter. I can even imagine staring at everything that demeans the queen with her moonlight eyes.

Ditrout smiled and declared to Serenesty.

"If you need me, give me the heart and I'll show you."

Silence, full.

Ditrout went on before that.

"Why have I returned? There is only one answer. I had already chosen. My king. My master. Mine, only one."

There's only one more in the world.

My blood family.

"Today. You. Serenesty."

I had to name it that way, hide my weak and delicate temper, throw away my gender and everything, and keep sitting on my lonely throne, my brother.

- In the home of Heath's field, there was only one person, except my father, who kept saving my existence with pure contempt, because he was the one.

"It is true that I was attracted to the Prime Minister of Perfilia."

Die told Mariage on sandalwood.

"But I have never disobeyed my loyalty to thee. I have returned to the proof....... We are here for you. Until the end."

I've never leaked anything to Perfilia that should be kept secret.

But whatever kind of entrustment you put in line, it doesn't make any difference that you took a dittrout in that country.

As long as Mariage is also on the throne, perhaps there will come a time when we must order the death of others.

Die has foreseen that before in Tartarza.

Then.

"Though you will not allow it. … my loyalty, when in doubt, yes, if you say so"

- Let me give you that first one.

I should have told you, I should have told you, and I was ready to die. I could tell. Before.

But yes, I moved my mouth, but I didn't hear a voice.

Sued in tears, my friend's words rise.

"... you can't make yourself crude."

(Ah...)

"Konno, you stupid girl!

(No)

"Deanna"

(I don't want to die)

'Cause finally.

I noticed love.

"Your Majesty!?

Die returned to me in the voice of the impatient seeping rodymouth. Mariage, rising from the throne, teases the hem of the costume and comes down the stairs. And instantly I poked both knees in front of Die's eyes.

Pan, and the sound of beating the meat echoed the cranium.

It was the sound of Mariage slapping Die's cheek with both hands.

"Maria."

"It hurts."

With Die's cheeks pinched with that hand, Mariage peeks into his face and says:

Suddenly, Die insisted.

"Well, that hurts."

It's a mariage attack. Even if I just get pinched, my bones get smudged, but if I get slapped so hard, I'll definitely swell up later. The pain is slowly starting to spread after the shock.

Mariage is shuddering her lower lip.

It's been a long time since I've seen you cry in regret like this.

"Maru, ah"

"If it hurts, cry."

Mariage yells at the die without saying two words.

"That's all you have to say to me right now. - Okay, cry!

"Already... Already"

I turn my arm around my husband's back and press my lid against his shoulder.

Die screamed.

"What the hell..."

Die cried with sniffles and tears.

Mariage, too, I think, was crying.

Bang, and the door hit the wall and jumped.

Serenesty ran in, in his own bedroom, slamming the water drain placed on the round table.

Writing fixtures, books, pillows, shoes taken off. Throw everything away, and the cloth pulls off at the mercy of power. Finally, I peeled every thin cloth ornament and slammed it into the mirror. Radially cracks spread to distract the view of the room.

The shaded room is dark. Its first class, squatting with a knee in the corner of a dark room.

After a while, a shadow entered the room. It belonged to the wax.

She closed the door and locked it. In the dark, he walks over without footsteps, cleverly avoiding the vases and tea utensils that crumble and scatter on the carpet.

Xu poked one knee in front of Serenesty.

"… Your Majesty"

"... but"

Rubbing his nose, Serenesty moaned.

"No.... no. No! I... I'm not doing this to make my brother look like that!

My brother should have loved Cynthia. I bet you did. I whispered to her, too. He chooses out her heart with that mouth, dedicating it to show it. If the king wants it, let him declare it with a cloudless smile.

No, it wasn't. At least at first. I wanted to protect the inhabitants left in my tiny hands, the land where the gentle ones lived. That's all. That's all it was supposed to be.

Since when have you lost sight of your purpose?

Was I really prepared to take on my brother's loyalty?

"... no..."

"Your Majesty"

Crying Serenesty's hand is squeezed.

she whispered.

"Oh, if I don't become a magician or something..."

I could have involved everything...