The Queen’s Cosmetician

Small country of arts and crafts. The official name is Del Ligueiria.

Located in the northern part of the western continent. The plains of the country, sandwiched between the sea and the mountains, are narrow, and lean land is scarce in resources. On the other hand, the people were deeply involved in artistic aspects such as art, music and literature, and had obtained foreign currency by selling their art and the artwork they had created to other countries. The two names of geisha also depend on the way the country is.

Because of its constant national desire for a place to show off its arts, Del Ligueiria is also a festival-loving country. Oddly enough, it is now the ritual of electing a queen. There was no way we could have missed the topic of outfits to make a scene. Everywhere is boiling down, and a good number of people are hissing down the street

I saw that through the window, and Die ate it.

"I don't know, you're an amazing person"

The caged die in the flower district, life was also centered on the night. I rarely even get to walk outside. This festival was the same for other personnel.

I only heard rumors, but this crowd is more than I could ever imagine.

The carriage is on a path off the street. but I can't get to any destination. You should be able to arrive that late in the day if it's normal.

"This is not what eye-catching looks like. The carriage really doesn't work."

Heath responds to Die's whining.

"Shouldn't you walk away?

"It just ends when people flush you and go backwards."

"Is that what it is..."

Indeed, small dies are easily buried in the crowd. If it gets flushed, you won't know the way soon either.

Heath said as he did the paperwork.

"It's a rare queen's race. There's been a lot of dark talk in recent years, and it's going to be a good worry."

"Queen's race...... what exactly?

"It's simple. Candidates interact extensively with a large number of people and impress their beauty and intelligence on them. They may also perform songs, instruments, etc. They will continue their activities until the Holy Virgin's Festival. Ultimately, the Queen will be determined by the noble vote that will take place on that day."

The Holy Virgin's Festival marks the beginning of winter. It is the most exhilarating festival of all. I am also familiar with die. I have heard the Queen decide that day.

"You're voting on festival day, aren't you? I thought the vote itself would be quicker."

"I have a speech that day. That's the vote since I heard that. One vote each to succeed the principals of each house of the nobility."

"... that's a lot of votes..."

"It often comes together in factions, though.... Master Mariage must distract them. Your job is to help."

During the Queen's Election Ceremony, the nobles immerse themselves in the discussion of which Queen's candidate will benefit them. How to get the Mariage thing up their mouth is key.

Die went on to ask questions.

"What kind of mariage am I to serve?

From the day I first met Heath, Die tried to be as clear on her rumors as possible. The recent topic of the nobles visiting the flower streets is, of course, about the ritual of electing a queen. We were supposed to be talking about Mariage, too.

Compared to the other candidates, however, the story of mariage hardly goes up in people's mouths.

Right, and Heath comes up with it.

"A little, as you may say, he's a lovely lady. And then we'll see."

Heath finished her explanation with few words. There is absolutely no common admiration for noble ladies, such as excellent mindfulness or exceptional items.

(I wonder if he's the one who doesn't have much prominence)

Because I'm not so sure of myself.

In front of the die roaring at the idea, Heath starts cleaning up the paperwork, mostly.

"Work, is that enough?

"Yeah. It's a little break.... and I didn't tell you much about the future."

stating while rubbing his eyes, excuse me, he adds an apology. Die shook his face sideways as he sifted.

"Well, what shall we talk from"

"From now on I will... live in Mizweeri's mansion, right?

I'm talking about being given a servant room. Die confirmed just in case.

Heath takes the lead.

"Mizweeri is a fairly small mansion of scale. The number of people working is not that high. You will soon remember everyone's face."

"Yes."

"Nevertheless, it is the mansion of a senior nobleman, and if you are about to serve, you are a candidate for queen. Bear in mind that in the end you will serve the Queen."

"... even after the Queen's race, can you serve?

The Queen's elective ritual has not lasted a year. I forgot to ask what to do with my subsequent employment contract, speaking of which.

"If you have a good relationship with Master Mariage, I plan to have you go straight up to the castle"

"What if you couldn't be queen?

"You just have to think about it then.... but it will. To the Queen. Must."

I'll make her queen.

Heath swore forcefully, as you would agree, and pressed Die.

"You have to study a lot in preparation for the future."

Courtesy, of course. Mind of aristocratic service. Various rules in aristocratic society. Rituals on the election of queens.

Die was unconsciously gripping his personal belongings on his lap hard.

In doing so, the carriage had arrived at the checkpoint.

The aristocratic and civilian districts are divided. The inner wall runs longitudinally through the center of the king's capital. The checkpoint is in its centre and at both ends. From the route of travel, it's probably the central checkpoint.

The fence that your man had proceeded and sealed off the gate opens to the left and right.

The carriage passed through the gate with such slowness that it became tight.

(From here, across the gate)

A world of nobility that has never been known.

The streets lined with buildings of good quality were quiet. The noise so far is like a lie.

The carriage eventually entered the street with high walls on both sides. A high spire protruding into heaven can be seen from the edges of the fence. All the roofs are vermilion. The colour adds a sense of unity to the landscape.

White stands out as a stone castle ahead of the sloping road. Del Ligueiria Royal Castle.

The setting is worthy of two names in the country and is as elegant as one piece of art.

Sticked to the window, Die shrugged.

"I've never seen it from so close..."

The Royal Castle of Delligeria stretches out on the slopes of the mountains.

It's the furthest from the flower district.

"Die."

Heath called me in, and Die corrected his residence.

He said in a quiet voice.

"You are completely different from these people in terms of how you grew up and thought. It can be tough for you, but I can help you as much as I can."

"Thank you, Master Liveaux"

"... you don't need a name. Heath is fine."

"Eh. No, but that's, exactly"

Heath tells the reluctant die.

"I'm also a young man in the mansion. You and your position are no different."

"How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Young indeed. The man, on the other hand, is competent to see and is undoubtedly responsible. I don't think it's okay to line up in the same row as my new girlfriend's die.

But.

"... Heath"

"Yes."

Heath answered Die's call.

To be honest.

Even being explained in this way, I had no idea what a new life would be like for a die.

Die has never been exclusive to just one person. Besides, his place of work is a house of senior aristocrats.

Can I ever cope with the changes in my life that cause heaven and earth to turn upside down? I can't wipe my anxiety.

It's just that if Heath is going to be close, it might be comforting.

"Thank you"

Heath smiled in gratitude for what Die had said.

So much less, the carriage stopped. It was in front of a site that wanted the royal castle right around the corner.

A fine gateway greets the die out of the carriage. A combination of two wheeled wild roses, geometric shapes, and ancient lettering is a heavy portal carved into the handle.

Not so big, but overwhelming enough for a die. But they say it's just a servant's common mouth.

(Asma's Hall Gets Summer)

The museum owned by Asma is one of the finest in the flower district to accommodate noble visitors. But I can see so much difference with one common mouth. It's even a good comparison.

(Are you really... glad you came)

Die grew anxious.

Heath stepping out of the carriage prompts Die to look out at the door as she passes by.

"Die, I'm coming."

When Die swallowed his spit, he walked out ready.

The first time I put red on a person's lips, my hand was trembling. That's when I stepped into the unknown to live by my mother's will.

The same tension is here as then.

"The main building runs to the third floor. There is also an attic, but you will rarely go. The tower seen from the outside is for watch. You can get out of there on the roof, too."

Heath explains the structure of the hall as she walks down the hallway ahead of the die.

"Most of the modest rooms are underground, but the modesty of the samurai and butler is on each floor. It will be them working with you. I'll gather you together later and meet you face-to-face, so I intend to."

"Yes."

Die had been blinded by the appearance of the first-ever high-ranking nobleman's mansion as he listened to Heath.

polished hallway floors. Colorful paintings on the ceiling.

That's the reflective light of the sun plugging through the window's bold and glowing blurry.

Especially the eye-catching ones are magic letters. Every corner on the ceiling, columns and doors is decorated and carved. Is it magic that makes it more durable? It's also applied to the Asma Hall, but it just wasn't so persistent.

"The residence is an annex that is across the tower. Everyone who serves Mariage, including me, lives there. Your room is also available there. The chapel is next to the annex."

"Is there even a chapel?

Die stopped with a loud voice to his surprise.

It is everyone's learning to pray to the Lord God on the Sabbath. The chapel for this purpose was everywhere in the city, including flower streets. But I didn't know you owned the chapel personally.

Heath looks back and explains.

"We rarely gather here with people from another house to pray"

Exceptions are only made during ceremonies. They say that all the daily prayers soothe in each house.

Die roared. The feeling is too different.

Heath starts walking again. Die rushed after him.

"Which way are you headed now?

"It's an annex."

Turning down the aisle in an unmistakable foothold, Heath answers as she ascends the stairs that appear.

"Put your stuff in the room first, take a bath"

"Bath?

"That's right. Is there a problem?

"... no. I haven't had much of a chance to take a bath before."

Ichii also has a hot tub habit, but not so often. Most people wipe their bodies at the end of the day. There was also a Yukan in the Asma Hall, but it was for the geishas, and the use of the backs like facialists was not allowed.

"For the servant's sake, is there a water hall?

"Yep. Including, though. Cleanliness is also required for servants.... I'm going to tell you where. Nobody should be using it at this time of year. Once you have cleaned your body, change into the clothes provided. Then I'll introduce you to Mariage."

"Yes."

"Bye."

Heath's words, let's come, were blocked by the woman's voice echoing in the hallway.

"Master Livot!

A tall woman screaming. Die turned his gaze and explored the location of the Lord of his voice.

Heath seems to know exactly where the call came from. Looking up at the end of the stairs.

"Dear Livot! Just great!

The woman rushed down the stairs, echoing the sound of her heels. Mid twenties around the time of year. It's a woman with curly hair. With the die out of sight, she takes Heath's arm and tries to turn back the way she came.

"Come quickly! Maria had a seizure!!

"Again?

Heath was calm as opposed to the woman. But my eyes are bored with the usual colors.

"Dr. Rodovico is doing great too... I can't get my hands on it!!

"Titianna, I am"

Has the limit of patience come to Heath without any signs of movement? The woman, called Titianna, ran up the stairs, poking Heath's arm away, which she was grabbing.

"Quick!"

Don't forget to give Heath a push.

The sound of her heels as if slamming her on the floor is a true representation of her impatience.

Heath sighed and glanced at the die and said.

"I have no choice. Follow me."

Heath's footsteps were fast. The stride is completely different from your own. So for the first time, Die realized that Heath was keeping pace with herself all the time. He's a fine man of care.

Chasing him on a small run, Die asked Heath.

"Master Maria, Master Mariage? What do you mean, you had an eclampsia?

"It means the same thing."

Heath answers with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"I think I told you, Mariaj, there's a little bit of a problem."

(Is that what I'm trying to do?

Haunted, Die pressed silence.

“Again," as far as Heath's expression goes, Mariage's eclampsia shouldn't be twice or twice.

Whatever, you'll see.

Actually, I wanted to ask you another question.

Die's breath was up when he finally arrived at his destination.

It's the deepest room on the third floor. The shadow for a few people is hidden from the open door.

Heath jumped into the room and threw a sharp glance at the crowd.

"What the hell is all this noise?

"Oh, Master Livot."

One of you who admitted Heath walks over. An old man in a black uniform. Wrinkled faces have a dark colour of fatigue.

He courteously thanked Heath.

"Welcome home"

"Yeah, I'm back.... So, Master Mariage again? What is the reason?

"He said he was tired of studying"

"As usual, I hope you don't get eclampsia from that..."

Shake your head and whine with the seeping sound of Heath shuddering.

Die, who was observing his surroundings behind his back, had eyes to eyes with an eye-catching old man. They finally noticed the existence of a die.

He turned to Heath.

"Master Livot? This one?"

"Yep. Yes, I'm the makeup artist who picked me up."

"... but..."

I know what it's like for a man to speak up. I guess he's surprised by the look of the die. If you're too young.

But no further conversation ensued.

The crushing sound of the beating pottery and the screaming of the woman echoed from the back room.

Blood draws from the faces of those who were near the door.

Heath, facing calmly, left the die behind and stepped into the back room.

"Dear Mariage,"

Everyone follows Heath.

Die followed him too.

The ensuing room was filled with bright sunlight.

Large windows with bolds. The view beyond, including the sky and castle, is beautiful and looks like a painting at the hands of a famous painter.

In the center of the room sits a large desk with bright wood, surrounded by Heath and several others.

Confronting them, one daughter stood up with a bright red face.