The Queen's Cosmetician

There, it was lukewarm, calm, quiet.

A blue color similar to the night wraps the body around every corner. The exhaled breath made a sound, resulting in fine air bubbles. Heaven is pale where grains of foam similar to sand are sucked in.

The light scatters across the back of the lid.

I want to sink deep for further tranquillity, but I can pull it loose into something cold. Signs of swinging. A slight whisper. And the light, the light of pale gold, inspired a sense of soothing.

Kan, and the bell sounds.

Like filling in between, from afar, a bird chirping.

My voice leaks from the back of my throat to the smell of medicine on my nose. Repeating the blink, the shadow moved in the blurred white vision.

A glitch of fingers touches.

I know its temperature.

Heath.

To the call of lips only, a quiet affirmation returned.

"Yeah... it's me"

I tried to hold a man's hand.

But the power didn't come in well.

On the contrary, his hands are wrapped in both hands of a man.

Thin hands are taken away and drawn to a man's mouth, like it's not his own. Tickling but pale to the touch, exhalation stroked the skin.

"I'll get a doctor. Can you stay awake?

"... hissu"

Now, there's a voice.

It's a badly plundered voice.

Yes, and the man responded.

"Heath."

"Deanna"

A man calls.

It sounds like honey dripping.

It was a voice that marked the end of the meltdown.

Zeno raised his voice of surprise.

"The Queen of Delligeria takes turns?

"Mariage seems to be suddenly ill. A memoir has arrived telling me not to overturn the decisions of the Continental Conference on my own"

Serenesty slips a piece of paper onto his desk. The paper with the signature of Mariage Mizwieri was spelled out to the effect that Serenesti was as stated.

The memorial should have been sent to the countries that signed the Convention. But none will receive it on par. There was a coup d 'état in the country during the Continental Conference. You must think so.

If the center of the country is absent, the people who plan not to do it will leave. Here too are the reasons why there were a small number of participants in the conference.

Perfilia was just speculating on a slightly different side of the story. Press and kill the sigh, and Zeno looks at the writing.

"His Excellency Tedius remains Prime Minister. I heard you handed over Queen Mariage to a soldier waiting at the border. The queen said she wasn't conscious, so she was dressed up."

"I don't know"

Serenesty's reaction is cold.

"Well, they say there's a Virgin moving under the water."

"Wow, is the church pulling the thread"

"Whatever it is, it will be settled by the beginning of the year. But that's inevitable. With that intention."

"Yes, sir."

If neighboring countries become noisy, soldiers have to move too. This is it when I finally finish filling the vacancy in Tartarza. The influx of displaced persons is also uninterrupted, although not in Del Ligueiria. The point where the aim of introducing technology that does not require witchcraft has finally begun to stand is salvation.

Worried about the situation, I felt my master's gaze.

Zeno scratches his head in those eyes, saying things.

"What is it? Sire."

"... how's that woman doing?

Oh, that's strangely vivid.

Zeno replied, holding his thoughts, that's a name that doesn't suit her.

"I'm a bedside resident. It's too shriveled to move. I keep an eye on him."

The Mariage cosmetician, protected by DiTrout in Tartaza and brought home, remained in a long coma while heavy. I just woke up the other day. It was also dreaming at first, consciousness awakening properly, and it hadn't been two days.

The visible wounds have healed considerably, but the wear and tear is intense and even the hands seem to be difficult to move on their own.

"I know my situation, and I feel like I want to die. He refuses to eat."

Even though heavy water and moisture are the main ones, recovery is not expected without taking them. The water seems to drink spicy, but not enough compared to sweating. My doctor was chilling when I got dehydrated.

"... Brother, what?

"If the administration that was delayed at the Continental Conference and the processing of Tartaza are over, and the meeting with the Chamber of Commerce and Industry is over early, why don't you show your face?"

Maybe, and Zeno can say it all over his chest.

When Ditrout sees his daughter more often, the surroundings are so sparse. So much so that the Kingsguard, excluding Zeno, advised modestly that he should go and look at his face.

My daughter is in DiTrout's private room. The administration was a pile, and she wouldn't wake up at the heart. I don't know the Prime Minister's claims about where he needs to dare take his feet during the day.

Even so.

Even when he heard that his daughter had clearly regained consciousness, DiTrout just went to look at his face. Sometimes I was busy, but yesterday for a whole day, I didn't even show a bare gesture to lean on.

My daughter also says there is no wind at all that wants to fall in love with him.

"What kind of relationship was it, Dita and that kid?"

"Come on. But..."

DiTrout did not return the makeup artist to Del Ligueiria. Because Dietraut knew the girl was in danger after reports of mariage captivity.

The Chancellor brought her back, knowing that she could not even leave her in Tartaza and could turn her white eyes on everyone.

Serenesty gives orders across the silence.

You keep an eye on the Chancellor.

That's against all of DiTrout's Kingsguards.

Xeno accepted his master's life and exhaled uncomfortably.

The Del Ligueiria thing is not a good thing.

I really don't laugh.

Something that would have put a crack in the mainstay of a country that had worked well together until this meeting in Scanagia, Jr.

That's because the relationship between the king and the prime minister of Zeno has also struck a wedge.

I turned away reflexively feeling the smell of heavy water. My chest is upset and the acid rises to my throat.

The caregiver's daughter returned the key she had left in the mouth of the die to a shaved plate.

My daughter is about the same age as a die, with chestnut hair simplified in the back of her head. He wears a dark blue uniform.

From the face covered in thin cloth, the expression is hard to read, but I'm sure it's troublesome. Her chest hurts when she quietly drops her shoulders. But I don't want to eat anything.

In a cotton stuffing placed on his back, the die keeps his upper body.

(I...)

I thought it was dead.

Die is a tartarza, with a lot of soldiers and Yuma.

But that man - he was saved by the hands of Ditrout Yerni.

When Die first woke up two days ago, he received a brief explanation of the situation from him, who had been called by his doctor to show himself. To do the ex-post processing of the confusion, Ditrout, who was on his feet in Tartarza, accidentally stayed on the side of the dungeon and recovered the assaulted die. He then took the severely wounded and unstable die straight back to the castle of the king's capital.

(Isn't that silly, that one)

In fact, I cursed at what you were thinking. The place where the die was injured was Tartarza. Land close to the Del Ligueiria border. There must have been a line of Del Ligueiria, evacuated from Tartaza in the vicinity. Why didn't you leave the die with you?

Die is Del Ligueiria's, Ditrout is Perfilia's National Chapter Holder. In addition, he is Perfilia's real brother to Queen Serenesti. Ditrout doesn't walk with Die, and Die can't lean on him either. Didn't we break up in Scanagia, Jr., understanding each other's positions over and over again?

Ditrout should have abandoned himself.

From the open entrance of the door, the die asks the Prime Minister of Perfilia, who stepped into the room without a sound.

"Put me here, what is your queen?

"I didn't say anything."

Ditrout hands down the female officer and knight to the wall. The woman lowers her hips to the chair where she was warming up and glances at the plate placed on the small table.

"I heard you weren't trying to eat. Do you want to die?

"Right."

Ditrout took the plate and slowly stirred the heavy water with a spoon.

"Dead in Tartarza, what was your lady officer saying to you?

"... you know Yuma?

"I saw your face when you used to wear makeup here before. I hear we've been acting together for a long time, even in Tartarza. It must have been your lady officer, right? She wants you dead? Yes, you said that?

and the sound of a spoon touching the plate.

Kagi, and, stirring heavy water, the man's hand stops.

Die sighed in silent pursuit from him.

"He said he was alive and wanted..."

"I don't want to! If the die dies, I don't like it!

"But"

- Let's go home together.

Those kinds of women are dead.

The shallowness of the die killed her.

"... already, it's hard"

Being alive and scratching is not going to be painful.

Ditrout pokes heavy water soaked with a spoon in front of the die.

Die looked up at the man. Die in his grim pale eyes, he said in an unchallenged voice.

"Eat."

Die shakes his head.

"I don't like it."

"Eat."

"Oh, no."

"Eat it! Or would you like to be fed again with a mouthful......!

Ditrout's fury echoes indoors.

Die pulled the crease and tied it.

Ditrout exhaled cold air and narrowed his eyes. Stretches up like a beast preying on its prey.

A shadow of a man cast on the body of a die, his elbow and arm holding his shoulder. My fingers squeeze up Die's nose.

Ditrout waited.

Until the die loses his breathlessness and opens his mouth.

"Kuhaha...... fugu"

A man's hand holds the die's jaw in place. My thumb is inserted into my mouth.

And his mouth swallowed it up to cover it.

It pours in plenty of heavy water, which he had in his mouth before he knew it. A slight oil and fat flavor spreads and slight temperature saliva bubbles in your mouth. Overflowing minutes passed from the edge of my mouth to my jaw.

Sagging, and swallowing his throat, the man's mouth broke away. Soon as I wipe around my mouth, I am given the next one.

I drank it accidentally after repeating it about three times. Turn away from him and cough up in his hand.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

Ditrout put the spoon and plate on the small table. Remove the hand towel and wipe the fingers of the die.

Die realized for the first time that his fingers were quite thin compared to Ditrout.

Ditrout cuts out with a quiet voice.

"Get involved, I'm sorry, I think"

"... you mean Tartarza?

"Yes, that was my downfall."

Ditrout's handkerchief moves to the mouth of the die. I wiped the crease so that a soft cloth touched it with its wings.

"... Yours, the downfall?

"Many of those who raided me are those who held grudges against Prime Minister Perfilia"

"... crushed the field, you say?

A skirmish that was at the beginning of the year between Fort Tartaza and the city of Esmel. Tartaza's side sacrificed the town's fields in return for Esmel's soldiers.

"Were you listening"

"A little. But what does that have to do with you?

"I'm the one who directed it."

Ditrout folds his hand scarf and places it by the side of the plate.

Die asked instantly.

"Of the scene... not the commander?

"There was me over there, and I was in command. Of course, to the point of speaking to the officers at the scene. I was the one who instructed you to crush the field."

"... if you didn't do that, because you would have lost?

"No, because we needed to crush it, whether we won or lost"

"Why"

"Have you looked through the minutes?

It's about the Continental Conference. Die concurred with the flying topic, bewildered.

He nods back at the die and joins his hands on his knees.

"Tartaza is an ancient stronghold, and as such the town has been treated with various preferences....... Is it easy to tell by the number of magic equipment involved in agriculture and the high number of sorcerers patrolling? But now I can't do it anymore"

"With a drastic decline in magicians?

"That's right. We can't keep up with the surgical adjustments, and we can't use much of the farm tools."

I couldn't move it until I hired Alvina, like the water supply in the Mizweeri servant building.

Even under the castle of Delligeria, most of the devices, such as the filtration of waterways, are left uncoordinated.

"This is nothing limited to Tartarza. It's exactly as it appeared in the Continental Conference. So we're pushing for technology that doesn't depend on magic."

That point was also made in the Minutes. Selection of varieties optimised for soil. Introduction of agricultural equipment used on other continents. He also sends technicians to study north and east as part of his education.

"Tartaza, however, remained too accustomed to previous farming methods to reject a central agricultural policy"

"... if we introduce new technologies, we can improve things?

Statistics were included in the dossier attached to the minutes. Experimental territory yields were not dramatic but up right, indicating the correctness of Perfilia's policies.

"It takes effort to learn something completely new. Only a few work on the unknown. … human beings are lazy."

The kind of agricultural tools that remained in Tartarza still moved, even if not fully. That made the peasants react even duller.

"We had long negotiated with Tartaza, but this year's harvest was well below normal and we had to turn crops from other lands. … Tartaza, as you know, is a requirement for border defence. We can't overlook the fact that we rely on everything else to stockpile our troops."

"So... trying to crush what's out there right now?

"Just then, a rat targeting my life was connected to the city of Esmel, and I knew if I went on an inspection, I would march. … before sowing, if all that is already there crumbles, the farmers of Tartaza will also give up"

DiTrout washed away Tartarza's past when he gained the great nickname of Operation Esmel's sweep.

"It worked until I was on my way. There's an unwanted intervention, and the result is... as you can see."

Involved, sorry, DiTrout repeated without looking bad.

Die grabbed the cloth with his trembling hands.

Ditrout takes a seat.

"You can hate me."

His quiet pale eyes look down at the die.

"It was this me who killed your woman."

I know it's not this guy's fault.

But when the black emotions dyed my chest.

I was spotted on that, Die thought.

Ditrout called the woman who was holding back on the wall.

"Rusty. I'm putting it on you. If anything happens to her... Mark"

A knight standing by the door meets lightly.

"To him. And then Rusty has a wound to his throat and he can't talk. Rusty, let her change. Dirty clothes."

Listening to the voice Ditrout instructed, Die associated Iswil. Near Prime Minister Zemnam. He couldn't speak again either. There was an ugly wound to that throat.

After the two introductions, DiTrout walks out.

He stopped at the lid on the verge of leaving the room.

"The woman sent her back to Del Ligueiria."

"I'll take care of your friend."

Leonidas L'Weida. The man who called him the Kingsguard of Ditrout. The promise made to him rises to Die's ear.

Leonidas really recovered Yuma's body.

I have to thank you.

"Ditrout"

Ditrout looks back at Die's call.

Over Rusty's shoulder, Die asked him.

"Mr. Ruwida... where are you now?

"... Oh, Lenny"

Ditrout uttered Leonidas' nickname.

"He would have died - in Tartarza."

Tan, and the door closes.

Die glanced at the door.

The nasty heat creeps up into sight.

"Ahhh..."

Covering his face with both hands, Die lay down.

"Ahhhhh......!

I hear my daughter crying from her bedroom.

DiTrout dropped his hips on the bench in the living room. Draw water from the water on the tabletop. There was still heavy water stuffing on the crease.

As I moistened my throat with the writing fixture in one hand, Xeno showed himself through the door on the side of the hallway. Apparently the work I was working on away from Ditrout is done.

Xeno looks in the bedroom and snaps his neck.

"What about that kid?

"It's no different."

Ignoring the sounding sobbing cry, DiTrout replied.

"I let him eat, so he'll be asleep soon"

"Oh well. I heard you didn't eat it, but you did."

"Yep....... Rusty"

Call off the woman who showed up from the bedroom. Being daughtered from Tartarza, she was distorting her face so painfully that she could tell even over a thin cloth.

DiTrout gave Rusty the instructions he had written while drinking water.

"Put this in the kitchen. I wrote it to pull the bones out of the stock. Then she can't have all the alcohol, not just honey. Don't give me what I put in there until I recover."

"Dita, you, how did you know about that?

Zeno turns his frigid gaze to Ditrout.

"Me, I haven't heard anything about where and how you got to know that kid yet?

"What did His Majesty say?

"Nothing."

"Then wait. It's not something we can talk about here anyway."

Zeno looked up to the ceiling.

"... it's me. I'm done. I'm coming with you now."

Xeno dared to tell her that there was nothing to contact. Understanding the significance of attitude, DiTrout laughs bitterly.

I guess Zeno was ordered by Serenesty to keep an eye on himself.

That was Zeno's generosity and the Queen's silent warning.

"Please."

Ditrout lifted his hips and gently slapped Zeno's arm as long as he could and walked out.