The Queen's Cosmetician

The real suffering began when I woke up.

"Ugh..."

Die covered his mouth with his hands and lay his face down over the lap. Something has been refluxing down my throat from between my fingers. The smell of diarrhea irritates the nasal cavity. Die wanted to cry. Now I spit out all the noodles porridge that I hung for half an hour and tucked away in my stomach.

Rusty turns the back of a die. Just moments before I feel comfortable with the warmth of one. My esophagus cramped again. Saliva falls. The feeling of lukewarmness is uncomfortable. I want to wipe it, but I can't. I can't move my arm.

Everywhere, it hurts, it's sloppy. There is no force in the body.

Slowly lay the body of the die supported by Rusty on the cloth. Wipe the die's hands, remove the front cover from his torso, and clear the lump into the trolley.

"... Russ, T."

Die called in between breaths. The woman looks back immediately.

"Excuse me......"

She's mostly in charge of taking care of the die alone.

Rusty loosened his expression and shook his head sideways.

Buried in a pillow, he looks up at the ceiling, and the die listens to the breathing noise. The shallow and repeated breath never stays in place. When I try to inhale deeply, my abdomen cramps and coughs up. I don't sleep well because of it. If you fall into a shallow sleep like this, you will wake up feeling a fierce itch inside your body.

He's got inflammation in his gut.

That's why I can't eat properly. It also takes time to swallow. When I finally finish chewing, my stomach responding to foreign objects jumps and I feel nauseous. The loss of muscle strength prevented the body from waking up for a long time even with support was one end of the diet.

Regret the past and worry about the future.

Die had realized for the first time that it was a luxurious act.

Physical hardship overwhelms thought.

I don't want to think about it, and I can't. The eyelids swollen by the fever are heavy. Empty stomach twitches and tries to spit out anything but stomach fluids. Cough it up and the pain runs. But I can't even hit the turnaround freely. He broke his leg. His leg was fixed.

Sleep is the only tranquility for Die right now.

Leaning back to faint, a man stands when he wakes up.

Sometimes in a white morning blur. Alternatively, a noon with a light of thin blue. A careless red dusk. For quiet, cold nights full of darkness, etc.

Like a single standing tree, a man drops a dark shadow on the floor.

The man stares at the die with his pale eyes.

From that look, from all sores, to escape, Die closes his eyes repeatedly.

"... Queen Mariage is finally over"

The voice jumped clearly into Die's ear.

Die raised his lid. He seemed distressed at noon and took porridge and medicine before sleeping. It was an evening. The interior is stained with vermilion. Rusty doesn't look like him. No one.

Only voices with reduced voice are sneaking into the room.

I saw a shadow for two across the faintly open door. From that, I can tell you're a knight.

"Move another battalion to the border"

"So old Sagan?

"Yes..."

My thoughts suddenly became clear, as if I had bathed in cold water.

(What... were you doing?

The two said the mariage was over.

Move another battalion to the border. This means that the soldiers have already deployed to the border.

DiTrout wanted Del Ligueiria from the beginning, I think.

(... invade?

Is that why you put yourself here?

without sending it back to Del Ligueiria.

Die poked his elbow and tried to wake up his torso. Reach out to the knights in the next room. But the call didn't even come true, and Die collapsed and fell on the spot. Moisten the pillow with a moist breath and your teeth look stiff.

I needed to be sure.

Though I didn't think DiTrout would tell the whole truth.

The day concludes by reporting home affairs work to the master.

At the end of the day DiTrout paid people out of the office. Send the civilians home, unlock the door, and activate the soundproofing magic. Finally, in a step where he didn't have to worry about eavesdropping, DiTrout cut out Serenesty's story about Delligeria.

"As expected, it looks like we're turning the queen over to the border for the New Year. The new queen is the queen candidate for the Karsun family, Lilith Karsun"

"Yeah? Carsung's candidate for queen, was that the name?

Serenesty removes his jaw from his cheek wand. DiTrout returned the denial.

"No. It was Meliá where I was. Lilith is my sister's name. You don't know me."

"You took turns with my sister?

"Of, it seems. The timing could not be identified, but it will be very recent."

"A woman suddenly a candidate becomes a queen? Others keep their mouths shut. There must have been two more, right?

"The other two houses don't seem to know the registration of the Queen of the Karsun family has changed."

"... what?

"Apparently, I'm not just sorry the queen takes turns. … there is Reginald"

Serenesty changed her complexion to the name DiTrout gave her.

"Reginald Chamberlain?

The house that was entrusted with the central territory of Marlen is Chamberlain. It was an old family of origins and was also a steep vanguard of anti-Serenesties. I sniffed around Serenesty and reached out to Ditrout, who was in a neighboring country.

The Ditrouts stormed several houses last year, uprooting and disposing of parent Edmont, hereinafter the clan.

Then the only man who escaped is Edmont's eldest son, Reginald.

Reginald was the one who was moving the Chamberlain family. Missing him most wanted to dispose of was painful. When DiTrout discovered Reginald again, he had gained his identity at the Virgin Church headquarters in Scanagia, Jr., and was no longer an outlaw who could come and get his hands on him.

Virgin Church and Serenesty do not go against each other. Even demanding Reginald's surrender, the church-side reply was pear crushing.

"When did you move it?

"People were showing up this year during social season," he said.

"... I thought I saw your face in Scanavia, Jr.?

"During the Continental Conference, it seemed to be back there"

Among the organizations with the right to be heard at this meeting was Reginald's name. The surname appears to be of relatives.

"Now I'm in Del Ligueiria again"

"Was he the one pulling the thread for the queen's change? Glad to hear it..."

Now we know why the Church promoted the Queen's change of Del Ligueiria from shadow.

Reginald intends to place Delligueria in the status of the former principality of demons.

The only absolute champion with the blood and blessing of the Virgin.

Tailor Del Ligueiria to the country that holds the reins of the western beast.

- Nothing, I can't get it back.

God's grace has already left this world. A lot of people don't understand that it's just their turn to feel it. That Reginald is at the head of it.

"Do you obstruct?

"Are you going to make Mariage queen again?

Serenesty sarcastically sneered.

Oddly enough, Mariage was becoming an undisturbed queen in Serenesty's governance. Because you received the incense pottery of Ditrout? Think rationally. Flexibility, too. Anyway, he gave the whore's face a national seal and kept putting it aside.

DiTrout's appreciation of her is irritating Serenesty. Ditrout is aware of that.

Don't give us the throne easily to church handlers or something, even though we never broke our knees to ourselves.

Anyway, I wish I was harmless to the end.

That's what Serenesty thinks.

Serenesty pursues with a low voice.

"What, are you going to jam it? Prime Minister."

"... even assassination?

"Get Reginald? Candidate for Queen?

"Both."

Serenesty exhaled deeply.

"That's not easy, is it? Keep your pawns down.... let them find out what kind of woman the next queen is. Depending on that, I'll also put the proposal in perspective"

"My pleasure."

"Then..."

At that time, the air changed.

Serenesty's skin turns earthy.

The master, who covered his mouth slightly, coughed heavily on each shoulder.

"Kofu..."

"Serenesti"

Sooner than Ditrout rushes over, the monarch is supported by the one who held back beside him. Ditrout drew water from the water drain. Serenesty doesn't take it when he offers it. I kept coughing up air for quite a while.

Turning the bloody lost side to the ceiling, Serenesty says.

"Ride on Raina Lugrova's suggestion. Let's move on with Clan Hive. Del Ligueiria."

"Yes."

Ditrout agreed. I had no objection to your decision. The alliance with Raina will at least give Serenesty time, and it will also be a fabric stone to counter Reginald.

"Finally - Brother"

I change my name on purpose.

There DiTrout saw Serenesty's stray.

The queen hasn't said anything for a while.

After a long and long tour, Serenesty asks.

"... do something like that"

Deanna Setra.

"What are you going to do?

To Serenesty's inquiry, DiTrout returned only one courtesy.

(That's - I'd rather know)

The reason why I didn't answer is because Dietraut himself is also overdeciding. I have no regrets about taking you home. I didn't even have a future where I wanted to have this with that girl.

Pushed by impulses, I couldn't let her go.

That's all.

The impulse continues.

Ditrout joined the Kingsguard who had kept him waiting outside and left the Queen's office. The Royal Perfilia Castle has a residential compartment behind the office building facing the main entrance. Several detachments and towers are joined in the crossing. One of them belongs to DiTrout. Deanna is not allowed to rest in a mansion outside the castle, but in a room in that tower.

Deanna wasn't in good shape.

He continues to complain of physical fever and pain. What I put in my mouth throws up, sleeps well and sleeps shallow. Because you take more than one medicine and the magic inherent in your body's healing is activated and unstable. I hear you are keeping your sleeping pills off to prevent you from getting used to them.

She pleaded a lot to Ditrout as she threw her limbs out onto the sleeping table, distressing her face more than she had left in a coma.

"-... corn"

Fathers, mothers and sisters sunk in the fountain of blood.

Deanna's vain eyes bring back vivid memories to the back of DiTrout's brain.

After finishing his bedtime routine, DiTrout went to his private room.

Deanna was rarely physically awake, even though she wasn't even eating.

She turns to Ditrout carelessly.

"Ditrout......"

Ditrout retreated the Kingsguard to the next room. Pull the chair over by the bedside and sit back.

Deanna's body is supported by cotton fillings. Even though it's not on its own, just keeping your back up off the floor is progress.

Ditrout remembered the word "step by step."

I didn't hate Deanna's eyes. Taking it by the wind that is welcomed from the atmosphere, Ditrout asks in confusion.

"... how do you feel?

"If you let the wind hit you... it's a little easier"

"Wind? Oh, sure, maybe this room should get some more ventilation"

The windows are always closed to prevent falls and maintain room temperature. The unique odor is really easy to cage.

DiTrout touched Deanna's cheek. Fever seems to be present, but it is not expensive. Breathing is shallow and fast, but a lot calmer when compared to morning.

I don't see any intention of refusing Dietrout to my daughter. She closes her eyes and leaves her cheeks in Ditrout's hands.

Her mouth was loose on the mud.

"Are you done with your work?

"Yep."

Deanna asked in a calm voice, and DiTrout returned the affirmation.

I can't just sleep where I lay down. But I was trying to rest my body.

Because you can't fall for long. We have divided Tartaza's processing, but we must quickly identify the route of entry for the mercenaries who led the popular uprising, and in the wake of the aftermath of the incident, we are in a state of tension no different from that of Clan Hive. Del Ligueiria is also pressing and blind.

Serenesty's, also about the body.

Finally, Deanna.

Her life and death are gripped by Dietraut.

So.

"Ditrout"

Deanna shows a ditlout in her moonlight eyes.

I hadn't seen it in a while, in her shooting glance, DiTrout drew his hand reflexively.

"... to Mariage, give it back"

"No."

"Why?"

My conversation with Serenesty passed my head and my response was delayed.

Deanna shrugs her face.

"Are you sending soldiers to Del Ligueiria?

"... why would you do that?

We're deploying soldiers to the border, to be exact.

The border between the capital of King Del Ligueiria and Perfilia is close. The turmoil that has broken out in neighbouring countries will immediately spill over to Perfilia. to prevent it.

But I didn't let Deanna know about it, including those insights. Rusty doesn't know the details of the child, and he can't speak in the first place. Mark, who is on guard, is not the man who breaks the warrant.

Ditrout reinforced his tone.

"Deanna, who told you that?

"... I don't know"

I leaked a conversation in the next room.

I have a headache in Deanna's answer. There seemed to be a devious human being in there.

"... invade?

"In some cases"

"Ditrout......"

"Go back under the mariage, you say."

DiTrout took Deanna's wrist. A thin raw white arm becomes evident.

It's not just the arms. My neck and shoulders are lean and painful. Conversely, the swelling of the broken leg has not been cut off. You should need walking training after you recover until you can get away from the bedroom.

"You think you can go back to your country in this state?

"You think I'll give it back if it heals?

"I don't think Mariage is alive when we get back."

Mariage seems to be in a forbidden grief at the Royal Castle. The servants of the Mizwilli family are under house arrest in the hall. From the movements of the other nobles, I don't think they'll let us live that long.

Ditrout put his daughter's arm on the cloth.

"If you have the strength to think extra, go to sleep."

If you're calm, you'll be asleep soon.

DiTrout took a seat.

That day, I guess, was a sign of recovery.

Deanna's time to suffer and get bored has diminished a little since. The quality of sleep also began to improve uniformly. Some days I get reports that the time I can get up is gradually extended and I finished eating without pinching a break.

But it didn't mean it would heal as it was.

Some days I start by vomiting breakfast and lay low with a fever that doesn't quite pull off. When DiTrout stopped by on such a day, Deanna was sewn to the bedside like a specimen and drowned in an untidy breath.

Better from the side. Except that the injured and sick seem to do so themselves.

Early morning or evening. Stand beside her. I look at myself like a tight eye in a tear membrane. As I stretched my finger to my hand, which fell powerless on the sleeping table, I was put up with my nails. The glove cloth squeaks. It must be hard, I think. The pain of surviving from the brink of death to becoming healthy is also remembered by Ditrout himself.

Even after living, if you know it's hell, all the more so. The numerous failures you have committed are causing physical and psychological distress, and your strength is shattered. Let those people taste and survive, at the end of it.

Now, once again, I will refute Serenesty's question.

- What are you gonna do?

(... Heath)

Call the name of the man you killed.

What would you do?

Feeling the window, which was supposed to be night color, the ditlout slowly raised its face.

The snow was tingling.