The Queen’s Cosmetician

Don't touch your skin, that means.

(By saying don't wear makeup)

Mariage asks the stiff die.

"I don't know from what I've heard, and I knew it would stop because I was frightened. I'm sorry I left Heath's kid here. If I say so, you're coming home."

"I can't go home."

I can't go back to where I came from.

I've always decided that the day I leave the flower district is the day I'll set it apart from the way I've lived.

"I just... I don't know if you can let me work here, but I don't think I can help. I, uh, grew up outside the gate, and I don't know what the world is up to."

"... I don't know, how did you get here?

"You want my makeup, 'cause you told me"

I thought if you wanted makeup, you could live.

Mariage asks lowering her voice.

"Aren't you scared?

"I'm scared."

Die answered instantly.

The face master at the end of the venue wears makeup on the daughter of a senior nobleman, or perhaps a queen candidate. I also know the die is a terrible thing.

Still.

"My makeup... Mariaj said I needed it."

"For my Lord, in a true sense, with the Lord of the land, to be"

Heath really sincerely asked for Die's makeup arm.

That was enough reason to step into this place.

I've been looking for a reason to get out of that gentle cradle.

Mariage moves into the chair and falls back well.

And I screamed.

"Aren't you stupid!?

"What... Huh?

to the confusing die, she said.

"You used to be stupid and honest about being afraid to serve me against me!

"Eh, excuse me"

That is certainly what I can mean when I look back on my remarks.

Mariage sighed at the die, who wolfed and apologized.

"Fine. Keep wearing makeup."

"Uh, so,"

"Just do it!

"... Yes"

Die hurries to save the basement from the container with his fingers and draws Mariage's attention.

"Oh, from now on, I'll explain it to you as it moves. If you still don't like it, tell me. And then, I'm not trying to do anything weird, so if it seems okay, it would help if you put up with it."

"From me, your movements are weird."

"... excuse me"

Am I making a meaningless move to that point? Lose confidence plainly.

Mariage said to the throw.

"I'll put up with you. Just leave me alone. Heath will treat you like a child again."

"Treating children? Heath?"

Die closed his eyes properly.

Heath was a gentleman. At least against the die. Die's appearance is young, and he comes from whatever he wants. But since he decided to hire him in, he hasn't imitated anything like looking down at a die.

Mariage stares at the die.

"What?

"Oh, no. What does it look like to treat a child..."

"When I say I don't like what he says, I sigh at this sight, and if I don't know, I make a blatant fool of myself."

"Er... if you don't know, why don't you ask for an explanation"

"No matter how much you ask, what more explanation do you want from a strained man to make me queen?

You want me to be more specific?

"What, you're asking me the wrong way?

"No, it's outrageous! I'll start makeup!

Die hastily declared. They almost accidentally told me I didn't have to wear makeup.

What was ridiculous?

Mariage smiles.

She was adorable, smiling.

Die laughed so that he could stick around and immediately tightened his expression.

Think about how to finish while applying the basement to tone the skin.

If Mariage had this ideal, it would be easy to determine the finished shape.

Probably from the conversation between Heath and Mariage.

"Does Master Mariage want to be like Master Alishuel?

"... Arishuel?

I failed the way I asked the question.

The temperature in the room cooled at once.

I should have asked you a little more euphemistically.

"Don't joke. Who would want to be like her?"

"Excuse me.... What kind of person is Arishuel?

The name that jumped first out of Mariage's mouth.

Queen's candidate, Alishuel Gertrude.

Rumor has it she's a beautiful princess with no one in line.

Mariage makes tannic surfaces.

"... he's a disgusting child. You know that girl is Queen Eirene's niece, too?

"Yes, I know."

Queen Eirene, who collapsed last year. His brother is the current head of the Gertrude family. He said he was Arishuel's father.

Mariage continues the explanation.

"Yet the blood muscles don't tease, and honors students of behavioral rectitude. What a cheerful, elegant smile to me and let's do our best together. I hope your personality is different."

"Huh."

I don't know if I'm praising you or denigrating you.

Mariage's thoughts on Arishuel seem complicated.

"The taste of that girl is so boring, it looks like it."

And she assured me.

"He's tall and soothing. The eyes are cool... even the nostrils go through, and the creases are thin and shapely. Then, my skin is bright white, and I don't have a blush."

(You're bluffing)

That's where I'm concerned, writing it down in my mind, comparing Alishuel's appearance to Mariage's, sneaky.

Mariage's eyes are hard to say cool. Your eyes are fantastic. My nose is round and I have a sweetheart there. It is thick and crisp.

Their appearance is no longer opposite pole position. There's nothing at all that looks like it.

Mariage continues to compete.

"It gets cold when it's perfect that way. Looks like a doll. I never want to be like that."

"I see. So what does Master Mariage want to look like?

"I?"

"Yes."

When Die first agreed, Mariage conceived with her hands on her chin.

"Right...... Here's what I want to be, a little more elegant."

"Classy, is it?

"Especially this round face, it's childish and I don't like it. I wish your mother would have given birth a little more elegantly."

"Okay. Classy."

I mentioned too many parts of myself that I didn't like, and before Mariage fell into self-loathing, Die broke off the conversation.

Determine the cosmetic direction and take a softer sponge.

Turn off the scabbard first.

What we use is yellow powder.

Pick a bright yellow color from among the attracted color plates. It's a slightly softer shade of yellow than the yellow I used to erase the moles around the geisha's eyes in front of Heath.

Take it limp with a sponge and adjust the amount with the back of your hand.

Die spoke to Mariage.

"First, I'm going to apply this color to the higher part of my cheek."

When you see the color attached to the sponge, the mariage peels off your eyes a little and raises your voice up.

"Oh, white powder? It."

"Powder practice, right?"

"Your face will turn yellow!

"It's okay. I'll lay another color on top to tame it."

I'll tell him, Die hung his hand on Mariage's jaw.

She fixed her face to the front so that it did not move, and let the sea surface slide all at once to the high part of her scattered cheeks.

Mariage raised her voice up.

"Hey, mirror! Mirror, pull over!

"Is that a mirror? What are you gonna do?

"Look!

Oral explanations alone still don't seem to know what they're doing.

The mirror that Die put out of the cosmetic box was snagged by Mariage.

"... so yellow. Are you sure you're all right?

"It's okay."

Die concurred gently, waving his hand paralyzed by a clap that had been taken away from him by a mirror.

Next, white powder dyed to skin tone. Give me something really bright to match Mariage's skin tone. This is also a sponge, toward the outside of your face, stretching out of your cheeks.

Mariage's face peeking into the mirror is serious.

She raised her voice of surprise.

"It's gone yellow."

"Isn't it?

"Blush, but thinner"

"One more step, let's be discreet"

Die attracted the color plate. With a stiff finishing brush, remove a darker tone of powder than Mariage's skin tone. I pour that color over the big blink.

By the time it tamed the color of the injection and the surrounding edges, it was equal to no scuffing.

"... almost, inconspicuously"

"Dear Mariage, Mirror a little more, could you let me go?

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

When I can get my hand mirror close to the front of my eyes, I just can't keep on wearing makeup.

Mariage moved her hand mirror away from her face lightly.

"What's next?

"White powder again. I'll put it on with a brush next."

It is a fine, colourless white powder of particles that has been sifted over and over again. Cover it thoroughly over your skin with a larger brush.

Brush one with another large brush, which did not contain powder, and remove the excess powder, and the fineness and whiteness of the skin stood out.

"Colour your eyes next"

"Color?"

"That's right. You'll change your mind."

Classy, I heard, Die chose purple. Two colors of dark, different dullness. Red purple is also chosen as the tightening color.

Die instructed Mariage as he took the beeswax with his finger.

"Keep your eyes closed"

"If you close your eyes, you can't see the mirror."

"If you don't close your eyes, I can't paint you"

To the disgruntled mariage, Die pointed out with a bitter smile.

"Add beeswax first to prevent dryness...... then paint the color with a brush. It may be an unfamiliar feeling. If it tickles, say it. I'll change the brush."

"Okay......"

Mariage closes her eyes, reluctantly indicating her willingness to accept. Touching her lid, yes, the die blinked. I forgot to mention one thing.

"If your eyeballs are dirty, tell me."

"A lot?"

"It's like when you have eyelashes in your eyes"

"I get it... Okay, so hurry up!

Mariage is really short tempered. Even if Heath was throwing out an effort to explain the details to her, I don't feel like I have a choice.

Apply beeswax and come up with a color ride. After a little tour, I decided to apply it from a dim color.

Place a light color on the ocular buttocks on an elliptical shape, layering the color so that it darkens slightly towards the eye. Carefully blur the color and color borders with a flat brush to see if the colors have spread too far.

Then Die pulled out the fine brush.

Include red tea close to the fur color of the mariage on its brush tip. I adjusted the amount and looked at it all at once.

"Open your eyes and look up"

"Gaze, yeah?

"This way, with your face facing the front, instead of just looking at the ceiling with your eyes"

Mariage moved as Die demonstrated.

Die extended her fingers to secure her cheeks.

Mariage frightens me again.

"Take off the lower lid. gaze, do not move"

"Huh? Huh, don't move it"

"Don't move"

You should be scared to see the tip of your hand when you move. We need to gaze at the ceiling so we don't.

Die quickly glanced around her eyes with a brush and let go of her hand.

"That's enough."

"... my eyes are dry"

"Please don't rub it. color, it will fall."

Stopping the mariage that raised his hand, Die cleaned up the white powder that was no longer needed. Sneak a peek at her in that gap and see how good she is - yeah, good job.

Until now, the die has been adding color under the candle. Candles and sunlight produce different colors. I thought I was confused by the addition or subtraction of coloring, but I wasn't. Under the light of day, bright colors are fun for the eyes.

Next, and, Die slipped his gaze over Mariage's face.

(eyebrows, is, in the same direction)

The eyebrows greatly influence the impression, but I can't fix them when I can't handle them poorly.

(then lips and cheeks, then skeletons)

"Hey."

Mariage called out as she peered into the hand mirror.

"Like painting, you wear makeup"

"Huh? Huh... right"

(Often said)

The other makeup artists have told me - you wear makeup, like painting on a canvas.

Touch Mariage's jaw with a no.

"Excuse me. Lipstick next."

Mariage sticks out her chills. I felt used to the motion. The lady also pours lipstick.

After being stained in a crisp but beautiful red, Mariage asks Die.

"After all, your parents, they're makeup artists?

"No, you don't"

"Oh really? I've heard that Ichii will succeed his parents."

"Yeah, you're right. … often, you know."

"Once upon a time your father taught me. Nobility weighs houses down, to make them thrive. Shirai weighs his moves."

In order to survive as a country of arts and crafts, the child inherits the moves of his parents, except where there is no propriety.

I polish the moves I inherited from my ancestors and give them to the next generation.

"... my father was a painter"

Die said as he painted his father in the back of his brain, who lives only in memories that we all speak of.

"When I was a baby, she told me because she died and my mother only knew the basics. Makeup is diverting it."

"Really?... Well, if your father lived, you would have been a painter."

"Maybe."

Had my father lived, I might not have grown up in this country.

"Oh, dear Mariage, laugh"

"What? Laugh?

"That's right. Please rub it in. I'll put in the cheek red."

Shows the thick pen for cheek redness with your eyes. Mariage shrugged her shoulders and shook her neck to the side.

"You can't laugh all of a sudden."

"Well, if you could pull the crease left or right and tie it,"

"... like this?

"You're good."

Using the heightened cheek position as a guide, add a red cheek to the sharp corner. Check the color intensity, range, angle, etc. and, if satisfied, correct the skeleton next.

Include white powder in a brush as thick as your thumb.

Mariage glanced intriguingly at hand.

"Bright white powder?

"Yes. This is the color to put where you want to make it look bright or high. You know, nose muscles, eye area."

"Phew."

"Now, just look at the ceiling, just like you did earlier."

"Like this?"

The second time around, they got used to Mariage too. Move your gaze as directed by the die.

Die smiled and moved the brush.

First, the lower lid. To make the scab even less noticeable, add color firmly, both left and right.

"I'm fine with your gaze, putting me back. Next we'll put it in the nasal muscle."

Brush the white powder added to the brush gently on the nose muscle. Now the nose beam looks neat.

Turn the brush into a hardened one and add a darker color than the skin.

Mariage did not peek into the hand mirror and began to question Die directly.

"Now what?

Shadow it.

"Shadow?"

"Next to the nose. Would you close your eyes, please?

Mariage, while surprised, meditated honestly on Die's instructions. Let the tip of your brush touch her skin, remembering a slight delight in that.

Smooth skin is easily powdered and has good color development. Taking into account also the colour of sunlight different from that of the candle, they draw the "desired face" of the person in question.

I feel like I can get close only when I go through this process.

My mother wants, she can never be, to something.

Finally, removing the excess powder, placing the brush and color plate, Die removed the hair fastening he had attached to the mariage.

"Done"