The Queen's Cosmetician

There is a man who dips his legs in the moonshadow glittering water and hangs his hand at the foot of the water gate.

When Fabian found Dadan, the figure was about to disappear into the darkness.

"Dada -..."

Fabian pressed his name down his throat into his mouth. Because there were signs of people. One, two. Their footsteps, which never appear, are hiccups, and the surrounding atmosphere is murderous.

(Doomsdayer)

To keep an eye on Dadan and, when in need, to annihilate him.

Fabian sighed and hung his hand on his lower back sword. Blade crossing. Short protection. You have to cut through it with one.

Constructing the escape route in his head, Fabian turned around and looked back. Take a deep breath and prepare yourself, kneel, and fall back.

By the way, I scratched my mind off.

How, and the sound of people falling, the sound of sheathing in the dark as they continue to stand. Slightly hey, a woman in a traveling attire appeared without hiding her footsteps.

She is a young daughter with chestnut hair flaky and crushed. Fabian, standing with her eyes open, exhaled relieved at the sighted face that appeared. She will accompany you on this journey, she was Fabian's deputy.

"Master Furby. I searched."

A deputy walks over to Fabian with a high heel sound.

"Where were you walking alone so late? Are you a child?"

Fabian returns a bitter laugh to his bitter deputy, who is at all handy.

"Uh, sorry. And the other two?

"I'll come as soon as I finish the others. I'm going back to the inn."

A deputy who grabbed Fabian's arm walks out toward the inn. Fabian pulled his arm back in a hurry.

"Oh, oh, wait"

"Did you even lose your hips?

"No, it's just not that rotten..."

Fabian dropped his shoulder and looked back. A statue of the Virgin is placed on the wall guarding the cathedral grounds. Directly beneath it was an aqueduct, and there was the vanished watergate of Dadan.

"Can I get you two?

Fabian told his deputy.

"I need someone to wait a little while."

Mariage and the others caged in the hotel for an entire day. They have no movement, and the area around the hall is quiet. Nor has the body of a Perfilia soldier been found.

The monk closes the conversation.

"That's the report."

Serenesty, lying on her bench, woke up and carved a rugged wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"Totally... though it's in this hand, it's pissing that they took the hotel.... old Sagan, how are the soldiers?

The soldiers who were in charge of taking Mariage are taking care of themselves and giving them rest.

"No problem. I'll have you back tomorrow."

Helmut, who refrains alongside him, adds, however,

Only those three are forbidden.

"The three of you who weren't injured..."

Serenesty shrugged.

Most of the soldiers suffered lacerations and bruises. But only the last three people saw no scars and were only in a coma. Even though the garment left traces of slaughter.

"It must be magic... it must have been healed"

Serenesty reacted to DiTrout's whining.

"The work of the sorcerer you were talking about, brother?

"I can only assume so"

Alvina.

I report everything I know about her. A whimsical sorcerer who was hiding in the white sand wilderness. A friend of the makeup artist hired by DiTrout on a short-term contract and started going in and out of the Mizweeri family.

I had a bad feeling when I found out Alvina was part of the mission. She must also have played a part in controlling the reception hotel.

"How can you use healing?

Serenesty raises a voice of suspicion. I can't help it. Healing is a fairly advanced technology. Few humans could handle even inside the Devil's Principality, he said. Curses carved with charismatic stones and techniques are also often rarely valued as treasures.

"Probably."

"If you fought such an armed sorcerer, you could be mentally manipulated"

Helmut groaned bitterly.

"The restraint of the soldiers is just in case."

"I thought you said you could use any other technique? Brother."

"As far as I can tell, it's" captive. "I don't know the extent of it."

"You talked about it being invisible and usable, too. You don't think my brother's lying, do you? But I couldn't believe it. … it would be better to revisit that idea."

Serenesty turned back to Dietrout, who lowered his hips to the opposite seat.

"Chancellor, the magician must be a friend of the makeup artist, right?

"... Yes. I also serve mariage because the die... the makeup artist was my friend"

"Tomorrow morning, I'm getting the makeup artist out of jail"

Serenesti declares.

"Let's give the makeup artist a chance to make one last choice then. Depending on your response, drop his neck where you can best see him from the hotel. I don't mind right now, but I'm sure you'll see more clearly under the morning sun.... My brother paid the next morning, and old Sagan arranged for the soldiers."

"Ha."

"My pleasure."

Then he often meets with his plans for the future, and then Serenesty announces the adjournment.

Helmut leaves early as he slaps his hips, and Ditrout also rises to follow him. Give my lord a bow of grace, he is not like a bow of grace.

For a moment, I felt my gaze and relaxed my walk.

Inorganic green gray eyes and gaze.

He doesn't say anything.

Those eyes look like they're blaming you or they're blaming you.

Dropped off by the shadow of a quietly thankful queen, DiTrout silently walked out of the room.

There was no man at the appointed place, at the appointed time.

Instead, behind the statue of the Virgin, a map and a piece of paper were folded into small pieces.

Some instructions were run and written on the tea-thin paper. If the road is different from the map, write it down. The contents of the request must not be taken out of mouth. Even if they're tied up in the castle. Even after I got back.

Success rewards are paid when you return. The method is not filled in.

The map indicated that there was a path leading along the underground waterway to the castle. Diving through the water gate behind the cathedral, would it have passed a moment? Dadan continued to be surprised on the road that came pretty far back. The passage built in the basement of King Perfilia's capital was more solid than you can imagine.

The journey up and down, the tricks set up on the people, the magic letters - in view of them, this path is not the kind used in the restoration of the waterway. It just seems like a secret path set up for special people to come and go inside and outside the castle.

(Does Serenesty know about or have cancer? this road)

Dadan stopped and solitary in his chest. The Queen is quite dumb when she does not know the way so far.

I hope you don't know.

Shh.

At your feet, the water jumps.

Dadan took off his shoes and crushed them barefoot. I hear a gutsy, deaf sound. The water stained from his shoes builds a creek and flows down the aisle to the waterway.

Dadan took the charm stone out of his chest. Lighting scrapstone. Light emitting it over the map to see its current location. If you compare your gait with the map, you should be in a delta with a royal castle. It should be time for a staircase leading to the ground. But as far as the surroundings were concerned, it was the perfect end.

The map shows that the road continues this way.

(Did it collapse due to a downfall...?

No, and Dadan returned no to himself. The walls that hold back the destination are artificial. But the ages are pretty old.

Dadan, who put his shoes back on, checked the walls as he moved. Judging from the experience to get here, there should be a trick hidden somewhere to pave the way.

"... there was"

The mark showing the trick was small engraved on the wall stone at the height of Dadan's chest.

Two series of wild roses tangled in swords. The Devil's Principality - not Maisemble. It is the national chapter of Scarlett, its predecessor. It was a tattoo carved in a place with a trick. By the way, Maisemble also uses swords and wild roses, but flowers are a series of Olympic blooms.

Dadan put the map in his nose and gently tapped the stone with the crest on it. The sound is light. The material is different from the surrounding area. Just in case I compared it to the beating around me, the stone with the crest felt hollow in the back.

"Oi."

Dadan thumped his hand and tempered, pushing the stone in question to the best of his power. Repeat the challenge as you pinch the break. When I almost gave up on just pushing it in, the stone in question finally sank off the wall.

The earth trembles in small pieces, and the sand falls flat. Dadan, who was retreating later, felt strange about the water sound and looked back behind him.

From the waterway, water is drawn.

The wall that was dimensioning the waterway swings like a pneumonia. It gradually broke its contour and scratched off a certain time into the border.

In the place where the walls were, the surgically carved round laying stone. The letters are not glowing.

"Does it disappear when you touch the air?"

I guess it's a mechanism to make walls appear only while the water covers the surfaces of the procedure.

Throw a pebble in a new aisle that shows up - there's no sign of a trap type activating.

Dadan carried his back sac and advanced to the back. The thin light that plunges diagonally from heaven glistens, blinking the eyes that have become accustomed to the darkness. The light eventually led to the drawing of large spots, showing Dadan the staircase leading to the ceiling.

Dadan climbed to the top as he slowly stepped over the moss-covered floor. See if the ceiling has any tricks.

Nothing.

Try to tap the top plate gently. It's cleverly painted, but judging by the sound and feel, it looks like a kind of steel. I don't see any grooves to slide to the side.

(That's a lot of hard work, here's the trick)

Previous tricks were just like being able to be solved with brains and power. That's why I got here. If you needed witchcraft, you would have been perfectly accomplished.

It sounds like a bump, and something is ripped off. The earth poured relentlessly down to Dadan from the gap that was born as the ceiling rose. My head is finally soiled, and a fresh night's air pours into the basement.

It was outside.

Dadan was inadvertently breathing deeply.

(... you don't smell the tide)

Perfilia is a bay port city. The Royal Castle is also located in a delta facing the sea. I guess I don't smell the sea that's supposed to drift all the time because I'm blocked by magic. There are often boundaries in castles.

The scent that tickles Dadan's nasal cavity is somewhere sweet.

(Flowers... roses)

Dadan put his head out there. The place I arrived at seems to be in the implantation of roses. Relieved by being kept out of people's sight, Dadan carefully crawled out of the basement.

The moon reveals its surroundings.

Four towers connected in the crossing just around the corner. A huge hall juxtaposed between them in White Asia. Huge walls surrounding everything. A soldier standing on the sentry is hidden from the crevice.

Definitely. This is inside the Perfilia Royal Castle.

(And here, isn't it pretty internal?

If you enter through the main gate, the four towers are visible in the back. External humans, even those who work in the castle, are built to restrict access.

That's right next door.

Cold sweat tells the back.

Dadan, alert and looking around, bowed himself reflexively to the shadow that plundered the edge of his sight.

The Lord of Shadows is walking early enough through the column corridor set up outside.

The face, stolen from the fundamentals of the implantation, looked a lot like that of a man Dadan knew about.

Once, it belonged to a man who worked for the Mizwieri family.

(Ditrout)

Ditrout Yerni -... the prime minister of this country was there.

At the end of the visit to Ditrout, no one showed up under the die, except for the guards who served the meal. There's nothing like knowing what's going on out there, and only the devil informs the die of the passage of time.

Become a prisoner for two whole days.

I wonder what the situation is with the mariages now.

Die, who was lying on his sleeping table to keep his health warm, had a bump in his upper body to his body's complaint that sleep was not needed any more. Remove the brass vessels that have been hidden under the bedding cloth. It's what DiTrout left behind. The effect of this contents is definite and the wrist wound has improved a lot.

Touch the surface of the vessel with your fingertips. There is a beautiful floral spiral. Die remembered her mother's artifact, the cosmetic box. Its lacquered lid also has oriental designs.

Would you have told Ditrout about that box that housed my father's painting?

Die thought there would be.

In a cell with no one to talk to and nothing to do, the memories of the days spent with the man float one after the other like blisters, bouncing.

That you kept supporting yourself from the shadows struggling to become familiar with the Mizweeri family. Peaceful time I spoke in the service of tea. A loose look in between that makes me laugh when I find out the die is a woman. Beautiful side that shines the morning sun and light from the rooftop of the mansion for two.

Bone-wrenching strength of the arm holding the die in the office. A stubborn rejection like ice that lasted a long time after that.

Under the white and red flower petals dancing sky, when we watched the Queen's birth together, the certainty of connected hands and the sweetening man's face in the study, resting like a child.

Every one of those.

It rises vividly enough.

The more dazzling and drowning the more memories are overflowing with light and emotional colors.

Its brilliance resembles the rainbow color of a helix.

Beautiful, but brittle if gripped.

-... Shit...

From afar, the footsteps sound.

Die returned to me from his sentiments to clear his ears.

Footsteps are for one person.

There is only one visitor here without a confession.

Die stepped off the sleeping table and walked over to the iron door.

Wait for “him” to visit.

The man, who appeared shortly after, stopped in front of the door and looked down at the die through the lattice window.

Ditrout loosens the corner of the mouth without blemishes. Die smiled back, too. And they both erased their expressions at the same time, confronting each other.

"How are the mariages now?

I want to check the trends of the masters first. Die inquired about the exit.

Ditrout quietly lays down his eyelids.

"The mariages are caged in a hotel."

Die was puzzled by the unexpected situation.

"Wandering?"

"Yes, for the hostages."

Die snapped onto the iron door lattice and shouted.

"... Since when!?

"Since yesterday evening"

Ditrout puts aside a beat and says:

"... your people have not been sacrificed. To the best of my knowledge."

Even if no one was hurt.

It is no different that the Perfilia side exercised force against those in the mission. Serenesty wasn't even going to pretend to be friendly.

"What Mariage demanded is your liberation. And we're all going home to Del Ligueiria.... in exchange for the lives of the soldiers."

"... that's what Master Mariage said...?

Perfilia soldiers may have targeted the lives of the mariages.

But can she command the Assys to drop their necks, which they have taken captive?

The Asses have probably also -... never killed a person. Seriously knocking people off would also be the first case in Marlen.

"I don't think I can."

Heh, and DiTrout shrugged.

"It's also a matter of two or three days before the mariages can be caged. But as for the situation, I am angry. … In retaliation, Serenesty declared that he would execute you in front of the hotel"

"When?

Ditrout responds with meditation to Die's query.

Tomorrow morning.

When the night dawns.

Kill me.

Ditrout's hand wrapped in a quiet die. The gaze I lifted slowly crossed with his.

"Of course that's a story if you didn't swallow my suggestion."

Ditrout said. His eyes were wet in agony.

"Last one."

He pronounces.

"Let's hear a response"