The Queen’s Cosmetician

She was adorable, my daughter.

I'm not tall. Middle-meat mid back, leaving a luxurious appearance of its age, whilst the lines of the body have flaws. I'm not a beautiful woman, but in a fairly neat face, I had a loving face.

Loose, wavy, rich hair is black brown. It is wrapped up in a mountain blown hair ornament. The well-worn garment was pale green, and that was what accentuated the color of her hair.

She holds up her big walnut-colored eyes, pulls a pounding and thick crease, and she dyes her scattered white cheeks into an apple-like pearl.

"I'm sick of this!

My daughter screamed. Books, writing instruments, and their receptacles. All the things close by, slamming them on the floor.

"Every day, study, study! What's the use of this?

She stepped on the group thickness and continued to throw more things. There are various things scattered at her feet. Shattered tea utensils are also in it. Ten or eighty-nine, that would be the cause of the crushing noise earlier.

"When you become queen, it helps."

Heath breaks to her daughter. It was an administrative voice.

Has that touched my daughter? She keeps getting her nose rougher and rougher.

"You're not stupid! You really think I can be a queen?

"I can be."

Heath responded instantly.

To his snotty daughter. He overlaps words even more.

"I can be. Everyone here thinks so."

Heath's voice is quiet. That lack of discouragement had, on the contrary, given force to his words.

I can put my strength into the fist my daughter made beside her waist.

She shouted to Heath in tears.

"Even at the dinner party yesterday... you were listening! You were watching! Everybody thinks that girl from Gertrude is going to be queen! Everyone gathered at Whistlewism, Karsun, that Bethleim, and they don't even look to me!

"That's because you're not confident in yourself, Mariage."

My daughter laughs at herself and throws up.

"Well, it's all my fault, Heath.... but naturally! I have no beauty or talent like those kids. Even the family... it's not even at their feet."

"The pattern has nothing to do with anything more than being elected Queen's candidate. At the time of election, everyone will be counted in the same row."

"Say the same thing to everyone gathered yesterday!

"I should always be speaking publicly though. Don't you know my reputation?

Heath smiles.

That's a terrible grin.

May I, he said.

"You will be queen. I will make you queen."

My daughter bites off her lower lip and shuts up to Heath's proclamation.

The pressure of not even being allowed to breathe dominated the room.

Distract your gaze from Heath like Mariage has taken root. On the clap she reflected in her walnut-colored eyes the appearance of a die standing at the entrance to the room.

With a suspicious frown, she asks towards the die.

"... who?

The attention that had been directed at Maria and Heath's exchange came together under the die.

"Ah...... and"

With her luggage in her arms, Die struggled to respond. I am accustomed to obnoxious gaze, but just because of this, I am still uncomfortable.

"Die, come here"

Heath invites the die.

Embracing the urge to rush over, pretending to be as calm as he could, Die stepped out.

Heath gently slaps the back of the die lined up beside him.

And I pushed the die toward my daughter.

"I would like to introduce you, Dear Mariage. He is the makeup artist in the matter. Say hello, Die."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Die. It's an honor to meet you.... Dear Mariage"

She observed a gracious die, from toe to top of her head, licking, hands on her hips and outraged.

"You're not a child!

"The years are no different from yours, Mariage."

Mariage frowns at the allegations from Heath.

She leaned her face all the way to the die.

"How many?"

Fifteen.

"You're two years younger than me!

"He's better off if you say it just because of his mental age"

Heath responding to Mariage is unforgiving. His poisonous tongue makes the defending die cooler.

Mariage stares at Heath and asks Die to grin.

"I heard that. You think you can make me queen?

Why is it such a story?

Die asked Heath with his eyes. But he keeps his mouth shut and doesn't even look at each other.

Die sighed and returned the denial to Mariage.

"No, Master Mariage. … I cannot make you queen"

The geishas also made mistakes.

Die's makeup lifts them up to the shape of a flower.

But it's not.

"There's only one thing I can do, to make you as beautiful as you want. That's all."

This is all we have to make clear.

You can't make Mariage queen.

Even if Heath wanted the role of making Mariage queen to herself.

"If you want a queen, my makeup will make you look like a queen. If you don't want it, my makeup is just makeup."

It is only through personal effort and drilling that the women shine. Makeup is just the last push.

for lifting your chest and face up.

It's just one push.

Mariage criticizes Heath.

"Heath, we're not talking about this."

"I said I would bring someone to help Mariage become queen."

Heath has a cool face.

Mariage makes tannic surfaces.

"You're good at it, not a liar. Not the truth, that kind of thing?

"You're out of your mind."

Nevertheless, Heath did not deny Mariage's words. She seemed to have deliberately used the wrong way to say it.

Mariage snorted at the die.

"Fine. I'll allow you to touch my face. Let me see your makeup and makeup. How is it different from a samurai's makeup?"

"From now on?

"From now on. Right now."

The assertive mariage crosses pieces of pottery scattered across the floor and steps towards the round table placed at the corner of the room, stepping on his heels and approaching.

Then she sat back in the chair she pulled out and began to wait for the die with her arms together.

"What do you need?

Heath asks Die.

I'm asking you to obey Mariage's orders.

That's not what I'm dissatisfied with. I'm not surprised. I expected these things to happen. It's like a recruiting exam.

"Right. water and...... and can I get you some hand tufted?

"Okay. Reese."

Heath accepts Die's request in one reply and gives instructions to one of the women who was watching over it. Die, who dropped her off as she jumped out of the room, just got ready for work.

"Can I unload on this?

"Do as you please."

Get permission from Mariage to unload and spread the cosmetic tools over the round table.

A few vials with lotion, emulsion and basement material. Practice powder, white powder, palette.

Mariage blinks her big eyes at the wide variety of tools that make up the majority of Die's personal belongings.

"... so much, do you use colors?

"Right. I don't use everything against one person though.... you don't normally use it?

Indeed, Die was one of the florists who used a number of colors. I heard that in aristocratic society, samurai wear makeup, but do they not use much color?

"I won't use it... It's all there, all the things I've never seen."

"Don't you usually wear makeup yourself?

Die peered into Mariage's face, just a thin slap of white powder.

Mariage pulls herself back with her face up.

"Hey, face, close"

"Oh, excuse me"

I glanced at my face from my habits. The other guy said he was a queen candidate.

Lay down your feverish cheeks in shame and hide them, rearranging them in the order in which the tools are used.

"I don't wear a lot of makeup... Because it doesn't make sense."

"Doesn't make sense?

Die stopped his hand and asked Mariage back.

Mariage puts her arms together, and, yes, she answers without hesitation.

"I just put on makeup, and it doesn't change anything. 'Cause I'm not a good builder."

"I don't think so..."

I also thought when I first saw Mariage. Mariage is an adorable daughter.

Although she is not an endless beauty, there are many things that should be beautiful, such as her crisp eyes and her good chills.

Mariage goes back even further.

"You know, I haven't seen Arishuel or anything, so I can say that."

"Arishuel... Dear Sir?

"Queen's candidate for the Gertrude family"

"Ah."

"And Kristel from Whistlewism."

That's what I said, Mariage shut up.

Staring at her pretentious, rotten side, I remember Heath's words I once heard.

"Dear Mariage, I do not feel confident in your face"

(Is that what you mean)

In short, Mariage feels drawn to the fact that she is less fashionable than any other candidate for Queen.

"Thank you for waiting"

When Heath, who was away from the field, took a woman with a water drain and hand plush and went back next to the die.

Look at the round table filled with cosmetic tools, he asks Die.

"Should I have a trolley or something?

"No.... the water will be fine as long as it is there. Thank you."

Nodding at the die, Heath urges the woman behind her. She left the set requested by the die, in an empty place at the round table, out of the room.

"You go outside your room, Heath."

"Me too?

Heath, commanded, frowns.

Mariage frowned at his reaction.

"That's right. What, you want a peek at a woman's makeup?

"It's not like that..."

"You too!

Ignoring the nearly said Heath, a suddenly risen mariage yells at the indoor servants.

"What are you making me seem free in a place like that! Get out of my room now! Don't go in there until I'm good! Sissy makes tea! Get it ready before you get thirsty!

Louder like barking is more right.

I have tinnitus.

"Dear Mariage,"

I call my husband so that Heath, who held one ear, can clasp.

Mariage sat down and sighed depressingly.

"What, you were still there. Go quickly."

"But..."

"It's okay."

Die agrees with Heath, who sees him with a guide.

Heath leaves the room tanned and dropped her shoulder, telling her to call me if she needed anything.

Mariage snorts.

"I don't know why. What's so fun about peeking into people's makeup? Do you want to laugh at my face?"

"Maybe I was worried. I don't know if my behavior makes you feel bad about Mariage."

"I don't feel good about anything if Heath is involved. He knows that, too. Besides, he wasn't originally the kind of guy who looked at my complexion."

Mariage says Heath very badly.

Looking at the die that rounds her eyes, she further stated.

"There's no line where you're worried you won't be bullied by me. He's not the kind of guy who worries about people."

"... Really?

"That's right. He's a bad guy."

"... to Dear Mariage, even though I serve you?

Mariage says chilly to the surprise die.

"I do serve you. To me. But not exactly, to me. He serves my father."

"Father."

"That's right. Though he's dead."

Mariage pokes a cheek wand over her knees and gazes into an unknown void.

It's like saying that my late father is there.

I'll tell you, she told Die.

"I don't know what you said to that guy, but there's no man better at it than him. Because you just say obscure things and fool people plainly. You must hate serving me."

"... is it?

Die objected modestly to Mariage.

I don't think she appreciates Heath correctly.

He is such a man that he will proclaim that he will make her so lord of the land.

But Mariage was stubborn.

"You're being fooled by Heath."

"No, that's not true"

"You're fooling me."

"... Really?"

From Heath's previous statements, I thought he and Mariage were trusting subordinates, but this betrayed my imagination greatly.

Die meditated.

(Think later)

Ready.

From now on, we should focus our consciousness on makeup.

"Okay, here we go."

Mariage says nothing to Die's proclamation.

The die proceeded with the work regardless.

She's the one who ordered me to wear makeup.

Reach for your hair first.

Mariaj set himself up.

"Just fasten your hair."

Don't get in the way of makeup.

Die whispered.

Wait until Mariage's nervousness loosens and secure the hair hanging from her ears. The facial contour is revealed.

After all, it's not as badly built as we call it. Your face is adorable. Unless it's on the top of the Buddha.

"You'll drop the white powder."

Apply warmed emulsion with a clean palm carefully to Mariage's face. Next, wipe off the emulsion mixed with the white powder without excess with a wet hand tumble.

The hand plush Heath prepared is of high quality, as soft as a bird's wings. It should be good around the skin.

If the white powder drops, the next thing you know, the whole skin. Gently loosen the swollen neck muscles and use a cotton cloth for rose water. Apply the essential oil extracted from the fruit seeds to the skin with your fingers.

Mariage narrows her eyes and expresses her doubts.

"... what are you doing? It's not makeup."

"I'm ready for makeup."

"... a makeup artist does this too?

"For makeup to look more beautiful, it's important."

The finish of the makeup is completely different whether or not it is prepared before.

Die smiled and explained to Mariage.

But she seemed unconvinced.

"You're not going to do something weird to me, are you?

"I'm not doing anything weird."

What to say, and Die peeled off his eyes.

Mariage raises a screaming voice.

"You are. 'Cause at all, no."

"What's the difference?

"Everything! Nobody would do that to a samurai!

"But it was Mariaj who wanted to see how different it was."

"It's too different!

"Mariage."

"Don't touch me!

Mariage plays Die's hand with a stretched face.

She stood up to run away.

"I told you not to take it personally because it's a hassle. I told you! But everything Heath brings, I don't know why!

She screamed, distorting her face more and more.

"Since he came, I don't know! Dumb, dumb, dunno......!

Something I don't know, just...

I remember the look on Mariage's face, pulling and tying the crease with her stuck face.

Scared of first-time guests, the same thing as a young geisha.

"Dear Mariage,"

To Mariage, who repeatedly breathed shallow, Die called in as soft a voice as he could.

Stand next to the round table and take one of the lined vials.

"It's rosewater. I just applied it to Dear Mariage's skin. Moisturize your skin… Yep, the colour on your face makes it look nice and relaxed."

I rarely describe the application of makeup. Even when I showed Heath my makeup and explained it, it was pretty tedious.

Replace the vial of your hand with another one while thinking about the most understandable expression possible.

"This one is an essential oil that can be taken from cherry peach fruit...... softens the skin. And there's basement material in here. The basement… makeup is used to put colored powder on the skin, but to prevent that makeup from breaking down. And then."

"That's enough.... What the hell is that?

"Here's a description of the tools I'm going to use."

Die laughed and showed Mariage, who looked suspicious. Place the pottery cylinder in your hand on the table.

"If I don't know, I'll explain. The tools, what we're going to do, everything, I'll explain. Besides, the makeup I'm going to use now is thinking of Mariage. We will not do anything that you think is frightening or that you do not want Mariage to do."

Whether it's one eye or mouth color, or if Mariage feels uncomfortable herself, you can finish it without putting it on your skin. No matter how good it looks in someone else's eyes, makeup is a failure if the person is not convinced. The discomfort with makeup makes me look. Makeup gives confidence to the side where it is worn and shines from the inside out.

"Then you are."

Mariage opened her mouth to Die's appeal.

"I knew if I told you not to touch me, what would you do?