The Queen's Cosmetician

Colorful bulbs bloom, a rolling laugh in the corner of the garden surrounded by the office building.

Zeno looked downstairs from the crossing.

Warm afternoon. In the green sun, surrounded by Zeno's well-known escorts, his daughter greets the women as they pinch snacks and tea.

"Sounds like fun. What are you talking about?"

"It's a makeup lecture."

Lined up in a squeaky Zeno, DiTrout said.

"He said today he would talk about the use of color under the sun. They also have a friendly society."

"Affinity?

"Yep. with the women. Didn't Mark tell you? I've also been doing well in the tower lately. … in that way, the lecture seems to be over"

Phew, and hit the correlation, Zeno weighed in time.

With the earlier meeting over early, there is some leeway until the next. It is time to give my friend, who has been working stuffed with roots since morning, a break and stick something into his mouth that becomes noodles . This man is not aggressive in his diet even if he has no choice but to keep his body intact. Just one, with exceptions.

Zeno pretended to be meticulous and asked his friend in a mild tone.

"Want to stop by? With Cynthia."

DiTrout silenced. Maybe I weighed my time.

"Right."

The more I think about it before, the lighter I nod, the more Ditrout walks toward the stairs.

Xeno laughed with the newcomer knights who were nearby when he exhaled as he packed into tension and followed after Ditrout.

I hear Cynthia decided to stay by the dittrout.

Was it a month ago? One night in the garden of the tower, two things that had been spoken in for a long time, like the one commandment that had existed so far, disappeared, creating an atmosphere in which the two were so close.

No, let's correct it.

To be honest, Zeno is full.

"Excuse me while I talk to you"

"My lord!"

Stepping into the garden, the ladies first stood in colour in a voiced ditlout. This man is a beauty that also impresses Zeno. I know myself that the beauty of its sight attracts generations from good, so I keep others away in a chilling manner, and rarely inadvertently approach the women officials in particular or shake off-work stories. It's rare to try to get mixed up in conversation like this. The air of the ladies was gorgeous, but I couldn't.

but dittrout to those girls just gave me a smile and a glance. At the end of his gaze is Cynthia. She reached out to Ditrout and directed him to sit next to her.

"Is the lecture going well?

"Yep. Gentlemen, you are very eager to hear my awkward stories. They'll soon get the guidelines."

Cynthia praised each of the women as she broke her finger. Don't dislike it, in exquisite condition.

"They're all shaped in many ways, and I'm curious about what they've learned so far, and now I'm here to talk to you."

"Really? I saw it was busy, and I was curious, but it sounds like fun and most importantly."

"Thank you. I know this is such a meaningful time, thanks to your permission to use your garden or yours."

Even though the conversation itself is a business report, sitting next to each other is like a bird of a turn. Ditrout's eyes are soft, and Cynthia, looking back at him, doesn't seem to be dewy by the thin cloth that covers his face, either, but he laughs from the sound of his voice.

Eventually Cynthia invited me to stroke my chest, remembering the heartburn, while Zeno relieved himself of the ditlout, which began to pick snacks. Oh, I want a cute girlfriend who doesn't have to be politically disturbed myself.

"We have a female knight."

said Mark, who lined up next door. He's out there today, so he and Scipio, they're both attached to Cynthia. Scipio was sticking behind Cynthia. Looks like Mark's on the perimeter sentry.

Keeping his eyes open from his masters, he keeps whispering to Zeno.

"At least we need an increase. Your Excellency will now be back at night, so we are sharing escorts there..."

"Cynthia, we can't just make your plans early and late. When it's further"

In the beginning, she was making up for the lack of escorts by sticking to Serenesty. But if you work alone, there will be an overwhelming shortage of people to guard around her.

"You don't have to be from nobility. Can't you do something about it"

"A woman can't. I'm thinking about an increase... you know that too. Even the lady over there had a hard time sorting."

The women who work in the castle are divided into three categories.

Survival of a former servant of the Perfilian nobility. Slightly, there is also a mixture of noble blood. Loyalty is high because of how I was saved by Serenesty. Most credible, but once thoroughly hurt by the fold of the massacre, somewhere handicapped. There were many who could not get out in public. Serenesty, Ditrout, and all around Cynthia are taken care of by them.

The second group is immigrants from merged former neighbours. We have adopted a policy of reconciliation, but they themselves, Perfilia, often have a grudge, and no matter how capable they are, hey, they can't put it around the dignitaries. Even more so if you're a knight.

Cynthia's new women are from this exotic country. Daughters who were born into good houses, educated and should have lived peacefully married to some nobleman if the world were the world - Dietraut uses Cynthia as a test strip.

The last group is civilians from Pure Perfilia. But if you are a woman, the number is small. This is also the effect of civil unrest.

Pureblooded Perfilian aristocratic women are an endangered species. Serenesty is the only survivor. One of the few daughters whose noble blood may be thick is pregnant with a daughter-in-law to the survival of an equally rare noble man. Regardless of the samurai, I can't get knights or anything else out.

"Too short of talent. It's on."

"... I was wondering not to get more people on His Majesty's side, but there must have been these aspects"

"When I increase my proximity, I can't help defending it either. When that becomes a woman...... Yabe Yabe.... So, Mark, why are you laughing?

"No......"

It is rare for a mark of an oligarchy nature (and others), not only in speech but also in expression, to laugh so clearly.

Covering his mouth with his hands, he said after returning to calm.

"... it seems that Master Cynthia's heart has decided, and I'm glad. Otherwise, we couldn't have talked about it."

"You and Skip love Cynthia."

"Yep. … because it will soothe you."

Mark narrows his eyes and looks at both of them.

When, what he mouthed, he threw up, he couldn't sleep, and Mark seemed to be relieved again to pick up his humane fortune with Cynthia because he knew his husband, who just encouraged him to do his affairs.

"Dear Cynthia herself, I believe that you are sufficient to serve. … and I know your choice."

Cynthia does a beautiful job, first of all. Make a move assuming that you have a core, but not a pressing, someone's shadow. If you don't get rigorous training, even the nobles won't.

Also, the head spins fast and popular - especially, it is tasty to grasp a woman's heart.

Women are often jealous of each other. If an unknown woman like Cynthia suddenly exposes herself next to the Chancellor, she usually seems hateful out of envy, but she also hangs out well with the women. The way the men are embellished is on the board, and the inferior joke makes them try not to move one eyebrow.

Most importantly, bravery. To be honest, even Zeno is nervous when he refrains from being beside the queen. But Cynthia was tattered alongside Serenesty.

It wasn't the appearance that revealed the extra value of Cynthia.

Cynthia is a woman who can be a Ditrout pair.

"I wish Renee could be here too,"

"... right"

Leonidas traveled to the land of Mabuloba in Tartaza. He could have jumped to joy if he saw the sight of this garden because he was really leading the dittrout.

The figure of a man or woman smiling and taking a meal in a glowing garden is full of happiness as if it were a picture of a width.

But what's this, this weird hunch that makes your chest noisy?

Xeno clutched his fist unconsciously.

Die told Ditrout as he compared the resumes of the three female officers on the bedside.

"Let the three of you split the placement. It's dangerous to pull one out."

"Are the two of you going to consign?

"Yep. Besides, I think you'd better leave it at that, swim. This background, there are no scams, but there is likely to be a leak in the declaration.... unless you're pulling it out."

"I didn't pull it out. This is the first thing I made you write, a copy as it is. Sole."

A resume that can be viewed by any official. Ditrout poorly gives the die detailed information. That is the good thing about him.

Ditrout, who was brewing tea, comes back with a tea bowl for both of us. He put them on a small table, went up to the bunk and held the die from behind.

Die suggests as he shows his resume.

"She is in the teaching profession where she teaches makeup and care. To whom she leaves the arrangements for clothing. This one will be good in politics. It's a different field, but if you're talented, you're going to get promoted."

"Okay. For your information."

Die nodded. The proposal depends on how you feel about hanging out with the three women officials, so all you have to do is point it out with the information that Dietraut keeps secret and discriminate against you.

We both glance at the material, moisten our throats with occasional tea, and talk about things around Serenesty. Now that I've served him and counted a few moons, there are many things that I can see from a die standpoint. An unexpected connection between civilians. It was difficult to reach the queen or the prime minister, and the lower officers' erotic love was shaken up. Discrimination, discord arising from biased origins. Conversely, younger officials who work silently with loyalty to the Ditrouts. their binding.

We're going to share that information and figure out how to get things done after the die disappears - it's the routine here these days.

There's a separation between the stories, blowing out the lighting dish fire.

"Oh, I didn't tell you the key thing"

Ditrout mouthed the temples of the die and said.

"I got a response. Okay, let's do it."

Die put the plate on a small table and rebelled his words in his chest.

Okay, that means someone's coming to pick up the die from Del Ligueiria.

Die closed his eyes as he received repeated mouthpieces from the man to play.

Originally, Die should have been able to easily return to Del Ligueiria in his capacity as a dignitary protected by the tumultuous fold of Tartaza.

But no, the die had eaten deeply into the centre of Perfilia, and Serenesty said he was not going to let go of the die either. Returning home in formal proceedings is difficult, and we must, literally, flee.

Until he leaves the central jurisdiction, Ditrout says he will send a die, but whether that is possible or not, the die must be able to travel much of the way to his country alone.

Seeking to take them along the way, they sent out a secret book to the country.

In the face of Perfilia, the plan had to be kept secret. I don't know who's on the Del Ligueiria side either. The destination was carefully selected, and Die, Heath, and Mariage were the only ones to know the code, and Die smelled the date and the way to the country, which Ditrout delivered using his personal connections.

In fact, it was not left to the extraction of the Lord God to deliver safely and reach Mariage. There are not many opportunities to escape. If I hadn't heard back, I would have moved the plan straight to execution.

But apparently, he won the bet.

"Perhaps Dadan will come"

"... Got a response from Mr. Ottoman?

"I wouldn't have been informed of the meaning. I left a message, a word."

Bevel Ottoman, face of the intimate Chamber of Commerce and Industry with Dadan. I guess I whispered to the Chancellor then because he seemed to be climbing the castle today about the maintenance of the harbor.

Ditrout, who released the die, lays on his back on the sleeping table. He muttered as he moaned Die's hair with his fingertips.

"Now I won't let you travel alone. And until then, if you can't make it."

"... Heath, you should stay in the castle, after all. If you take me away all of a sudden, Master Serenesty, you will go mad."

"You worry only about yourself....... it's ok. I'll make it work. Was there something I couldn't say?

This is what I'm going to do, and I'm going to declare it, and this man will do it.

Die knows enough to say he doesn't like it.

Die crossed over to the man and poked his hand beside his ear. Lay it down on a man's face while suppressing hair stretched out with the opposite hand.

I've decided to go the wrong way, and one more thing, you and I have decided.

Being a true lover and not hiding it.

There is, of course, an implication to keep our resolve from being distracted around us.

But more importantly, I didn't want to spend time falling out of my palm like sand.

Gently mouth Ditrout's forehead, eyelids and cheeks, and finally overlap his lips.

Between the warm mouths of each other, Die asked what he cared about.

"When you ran for queen, did you also have the possibility to remain in Del Ligueiria as it were?

"No. Whatever eyes I had, I was planning to go back once"

"... Quick, you wanted to come home?

"Yes."

A man's arm tangles in the body of a die and switches up and down positions.

He slightly distorted his face, like a weeping laugh.

"... day by day, it was horrible that Heath's voice would be loud"

I call myself pushing into the back.

I don't like painful things. I don't want to be repressed. What's wrong with being beside someone you like, spoiling, spoiling, spending your days.

Die extended his arm and held Ditrout's head in his chest. Unlike old times, it was a pleasure to be able to hold him properly.

"Do you regret leaving all of Mizweeri behind?

"There isn't. Regret is an insult to those who have continued to support my choices. So neither do you."

"I won't. … do not do it for the sake of one who risked his life on me"

"Yep."

"... but... will they resent you"

Ditrout's neighbors did a really good job on Die. Especially Scipio and Mark, and Rusty. When I just woke up from a long coma, he's been dating me forever, even though I sometimes bumped into words that have no meaning and no heart.

Now that they're manipulating the impression, they don't suspect the die is all the way beside the dittrout.

Looks like an old die.

Supporting a lonely mariage, he repeated, why. Scolded.

Why did you leave me?

"It's worse to be fooled, think."

Die grinned bitterly at Ditrout's encouraging voice.

"... a vice who doesn't take the vernacular of your side, shouldn't you correct it?

The noble brother-in-law is educated to move at the discretion of his master. I don't question my husband for sincerity.

People who have been faking their gender for years, or have infiltrated enemy land alone for many years, who don't lie and cheat on their opponents are like a gift, and the well-informed don't sneak into feeding from now on.

"If I correct it, it will be difficult for me to move."

"When you have a terrible husband, you're all a lot of people."

"... I'm still dying to keep you tied up here"

The man who woke up his body sighs.

Die laughed and put his lips on the cheek of a man who had been obstinate.