The Queen’s Cosmetician

I don't know if “elegance” is right for what Mariage wanted.

Still, I didn't think the overall look of the job was bad. The first time I applied makeup under the light of day, I might be able to do better.

But I can't help but end up with Die's self-satisfaction. Whether or not we like makeup.

Mariage had been peeking into the hand mirror for a long time.

"... someone else."

"Really?

Die snapped his neck at Mariage's sentiments.

I'm not making dramatic changes. I intend to put it in an uncomfortable range.

Keep your eyes open from the hand mirror and Mariage nods.

"It's someone else. … yes, this is what happens"

"... mariage, sir?

Suddenly, she put down her hand mirror and stood up, the sound of her heels was also high, and she began to walk towards the door. Both open doors are opened in momentum by her hand.

The servants gathered in the ensuing room were much more breathtaking to their master, who showed himself.

Nobody moved.

Keep your eyes on Mariage.

After a long silence, one of the women shrugged.

"Wonderful..."

Someone else agrees.

"Yes, it's wonderful, Master Mariage. Very… it's a pleasure."

It's really, really nice, very, very tricky -...

Endorsements are whispered one after the other.

Mariage turned the die around.

Die looked again at the makeup he had applied to her.

I'm not making dramatic changes. I intend to put it in an uncomfortable range.

I hid the scabbard in my mind because it seemed like I cared.

He said he didn't like the rounded outline, so he shadowed it with a color powder carefully chosen to scrape it off. Then the outline looks neat.

Other than those, it emphasized the skeleton of the face, while taking into account the colour taste.

It's just that her air was changing.

It has a strong suction for standing correctly on the spine.

The purple glow peeking from her eyes was accentuating a light of strong will, dwelling in her walnut-colored eyes, while drawing some elegance.

And most importantly, her white skin. It looks glowing from the depths.

She even saw more redness in her black brown hair, making her feel the strength of her inner packaging.

I didn't know, Mariage said.

"This is how it's gonna be."

"... like it, did you have it?

"Yeah, sort of."

Smile all the time, Mariage nods.

"Be proud. It's rare that I like it."

"… I am honored"

Die accidentally lowered his chest in his heart.

I was relieved that the way I made up was acceptable to my senior aristocratic daughter.

"Die..."

To Mariage's call, Die raised his face.

She is no longer laughing. It was a serious face.

"You can make me look like a queen?

"To the Queen, not?

"That's right."

"... you can"

Making a face like a queen is part of makeup. Not impossible.

But.

Die supplements the previous answer.

"That must be done unless Mariage shows me what kind of queen she wants to behave as."

"... what do you mean?

Mariage frowns.

Die silenced looking for a good even.

"I... have been wearing makeup on geishas for a long time"

Second, I doubt it.

I wonder how far Heath is reporting Die's qualities to the mariages.

(Probably hiding it...)

Otherwise, there's no way the daughter of a senior aristocrat would let her touch her face lightly. Maybe the die is lying on the ground in the flower district.

Mariage can still misunderstand the meaning of what Die said.

"Geisha? Oh, you mean one of the women dancing on stage."

"... yes"

It's not the right answer, but it's not a mistake. Die returned the affirmation.

"They tell us facialists how they want to play the role, what dance they want to dance, what stage they want to create. For the first time since you taught me, we cosmeticians can make faces for geishas"

It is only because of the ideal of wanting to be, that makeup can bridge the difference from reality.

Without it, makeup simply raises the beauty of the person.

"I can't make you queen"

I also told her just before I put on makeup for Mariage.

"There's only one thing I can do. Making you as beautiful as you want, that's all."

But, and, Die goes on with the words.

Look at the mariage from the front.

"If Mariaj is going to tell me what you think of the Queen, I will make sure that Mariaj makes the face of the Queen what she wants."

"That's from my Queen's race...... useful?

Mariage narrows her walnut-colored eyes and looks at the die.

It was like an eye that was speculating through the heart of a die.

Die lay his eyes down and silenced.

To be honest, I'm not sure. Makeup treated unknown enough to cause a seizure in Mariage. I have no idea how common that is in an aristocratic society.

But the die moves his gaze.

Behind the mariage the servants are holding their breath.

Heath, mixed together in it, looked right in the eye.

He watched the die with certainty in his pale eyes.

"I'll stand."

Die took an oath with a view to Mariage.

"My makeup will make you worthy and shiny for a queen, and will inevitably be a part of the decision to make you queen"

Through anyone's eyes, she is the true queen.

Try applying such makeup.

It was the first oath I made, putting on a bully as a makeup artist.

The queen candidate, who was looking back at the die, exhaled.

With her nose, she says in a throwing manner.

"Well, at best, you work hard.... I'm hoping - my makeup artist"

That was permission.

Permission to continue serving Mariage.

Mariage stares at the die not responding.

Die rushed to correct his spine and quietly lowered his head.

Apparently, we don't have to look for a new workplace.

Die, who left Mariage's room, was taken downstairs by Heath to a room.

"What about this room?

"This is my office."

Being given a room by the main building should be a privilege.

Die stopped at the entrance and looked around the room.

This room, which is Heath's office, is the same interval as Mariage's room. Position is probably directly below. I can see the royal castle from the glass stuck in the wall, just like the Mariage room.

The difference was the interior. A book-stuffed bookshelf with bottles of wine and a cup. For reception, thoughts, chairs and round tables. Heavy oak desk, and more. The condiments are unified in the tea system. When the master of the room was a man, the atmosphere that made him feel Twelve Minutes wrapped the room.

Die walked with a frigid look at the man who reached the desk seat and invited him.

"This is the official contract."

"Thank you......"

White paper that was so tight that I've never seen anything given to me by Heath. That's nobility.

Ask the die, who was looking out of rarity at the contract he received, for Heath to guide him.

"... can you read the letters?

"Huh? Oh, yes, for once. Unless it's difficult."

Sometimes I still read the writing left by the makeup leaders. Besides, one of the few entertainments for Die was the rental of the chapel. There is no problem with the general text.

Die glanced over the text of the contract. Confirm that it is not inconsistent with the prior explanation and sign it with the written instrument provided.

"Excuse me. I didn't check, but to what extent do you write?

"You can do it normally. I'm not very good at it."

Die replied while returning the contract and the writing instrument.

I don't want to make long sentences. The spelling is also often misspelled and cautioned. but as long as you don't even go to the study hall, it would be like that. I've never felt inconvenient.

Heath, who heard the die's explanation, writes something on the paperwork at hand.

"For once, let's also attach a reading and writing teacher. Because you can learn a lot about rhetoric."

"... excuse me. Get your hands on me."

"No, you won't get into trouble."

Heath said so and laughed, throwing the paperwork into the box at the left edge of the desk.

There is also a box at the right end. Both have paperwork overlaid inside, but there is more song on the right. Guess from Heath's behavior, the right-sided box is the one that keeps unprocessed, left-handed paperwork.

A man who has a room for the butler and is entrusted with many settlements.

(This one, what kind of one is it?)

At least not on par with a die.

I could not confirm my doubts.

The sound of a knock on the door informed the Dies of people's visit.

It's Laura.

"Oh, go ahead."

After a short exchange, an old woman enters the room. She walked over to the die in a crisp foothold.

Heath welcomes her from her seat as she lines up next to the die.

"I'm sorry for your trouble"

"No, of course not."

The woman responded to the pale night without changing her expression.

Die snuck up on her.

The skin is white, the wrinkled, carved, bloody thin face is face-length and the thin jaw gives the impression of being slightly nervous. The gray hair was undisturbed by one muscle and was tightly tied up. Undecorated dark blue clothes are commonly worn by servant women. The small grain of cat-eye stone attached to both ears and the gold colour of the thin chain dripping from the round glasses are reflected in her simple appearance.

Heath deliberately left her seat and stood in front of the die.

Let me introduce you, and he shows a woman in a palm.

"This is Ms Laura Huntingdon, head of the samurai. Laura, this is it."

"Yeah, I know."

The woman, called Laura, blocked his words with her grey-brown eyes pointed at Heath.

Heath doesn't even show how much she cares now, and proceeds as she hands Laura the paperwork.

"Yesterday, as we talked about it. And then I added some more educational items. I know you're busy, thank you."

"Accepted."

"Thank you. Then, die."

"Yes."

Heath nodded satisfactorily as the die corrected his spine.

"You will now follow Laura and receive the introduction of other servants"

"Are you face-to-face?

"That's the thing. The first and the appointment have changed...... After the face-to-face meeting, follow Laura's instructions."

"Hi... what about Master Livot?

Die asked Heath, changing her name, as she gazed at Laura's complexion. Heath was supposed to hang out with Die all day.

"I'm sorry, but I'm ready for you."

I can't go out with you anymore, and Heath shows you with her eyes narrowed just a little sorry. Never mind, Die shook his head to the side.

When she realized, Laura had already turned her heels back and turned her back on Heath.

As Laura thanked her for leaving the room in front of the door, Die rushed back to face Heath and broke his pepper and hips. Hurry under Laura, who sits with her hands on the door that stays open.

As the die left the room, the samurai head closed the door immediately as she had been waiting. Fix the position of the glasses and tell the die without even looking at each other.

"Then I'll go. Like you follow me back."

Ordered not to line up beside each other, Die followed Laura as she walked out first.

Laura's walking speed is something the die can finally catch up with on a small run. The stretched back doesn't even look back at the die.

She felt the wall she had built clearly with her skin, and Die put her strength into her luggage arms.

"Um..."

"What is it?

Die relieved himself a little. It doesn't even seem to be avoided until we have a conversation.

"What about Laura?"

"Call me Huntingdon."

"... excuse me. Um, I was wondering how long you've been working here."

"If it's a meaningless question, refrain"

There are no islands to choose from.

Discontinued from the conversation, the die shifted her gaze to Laura's shadow as she slipped underfoot.

Softly illuminates the colour of the carpet, the sunshine of the sumptuous. Dance through it with the fibers of the carpet glittering and indiscriminate reflections. The colour of the paintings painted on the ceiling, sparkling with light.

It is a sight that cannot be seen in a flower city that places the night at the centre of its life.

I'm glad you didn't fail.

But suddenly, I wanted to go home.

Go under the cheerful ladies.

"I've been here since I was born"

Laura's voice slips into Die's ear, where she was sighing.

Die looked up just a little happy.

"Born, since...?

"It is likely that most people who work in this hall will. I serve Mizweeri from my parents' behalf."

"And Master Liveaux?

That young man will give you an office. I guess he's also a blood muscle who has served the Mizwieri family faithfully again. Of course they're buying competencies.

But Laura denied Die's predictions.

"No. It's been about two years since he started serving."

"... here, about two years?

So he's being heavily used instead of his old servants?

Before Die went on to ask questions, Laura stopped in front of a certain room. I gently knock on the door and open it, quickly entering the room.

Die also stepped into the room following her again.

Is the window taken large? Die glanced at the amount of light filling the room. I can see the shadows of multiple men and women in my vision, which gradually becomes clearer.

They raised their voices woefully.

"There you are! I've been waiting for you!

It was a voice welcoming the die.

Unexpectedly the fever rises to the back of the nose in a bright voice reminiscent of the geishas. Die leaned down in a panic.

"Be quiet."

Laura scolds everyone as she hits her hand.

She looked around together, all of you, and raised a tense voice.

"As we've been talking about since then, we're going to invite a makeup artist for Dear Mariage today. … introduce yourself and say hello"

"Huh? Huh... Yes"

Laura urged me, and Die moved on. Give me a hand holding my luggage.

"It's a die. Best regards,"

Everyone applauded. Say hello, and someone will say it.

Laura raises one hand. Everyone shut their mouths again.

Laura looks down at the die with her grey-brown eyes.

"I will now introduce you. From there, Kilim the Deacon"

The old gentleman graciously thanked Laura for the gesture. Die knows the face, too. He is the man who was in conversation with Heath in Mariage's room.

Laura continues to explain lightly.

"From the left, the kitchen chief, Grain, the gardener Hassan, the security duo, and Dr. Rodovico are the doctors in the street. You have a deep insight and are also a tutor to Dear Mariage. There are five samurai coming. Meribel, Hina, Reese, Sissy, Titianna"

The little fat man raised one hand, and the little old man and the man of a resilient stature met lightly. The old man in white is grinning by stroking his peeled head. The samurai lifted the hem of the garment all together and gently broke her knee.

"We haven't all gathered here. Get referrals from those who are here later."

"Yes."

When Die honestly agreed, Laura nodded contentedly and turned to everyone else.

"This is my first attempt, but this is also for Dear Mariage. Try to cooperate.... Titianna"

"Yes."

A samurai moves forward. I pulled Heath under the mariage, that samurai.

"From now on, you will guide the die. Take him to his room and let him change. As I was contacting you yesterday, I will sort your work out to Sissie today, so that I can guide you through this mansion for the rest of the time and explain to the die what is decided, etc. I'll leave everything to you. I asked for it."

"Yes, sir."

"Then dissolve!

Laura hits her hand again.

"Get back to work!