The Queen’s Cosmetician

Laura takes a hard look at the servants returning to their positions. I just have to forgive the futility.

The servants call the die again later, or they wave lightly and leave the room with a sleaze. Laura's departure was after them like that.

As Laura disappeared, Die and the remaining samurai exhaled greatly.

"No, I'm sore. That doesn't feel good, does it, Mr. Huntingdon? It's a lot for the old one, isn't it? You mean we can't allow foreign objects to enter... She's a tough old lady who's proud to serve a senior aristocrat's house. Forgive him."

One in trouble, she narrows her eyes.

Die smiled bitterly and shook his head sideways.

"It's okay."

"Thanks. Uh, nice to meet you again. It's Titianna. Call me Titiana."

Relieve Titianna of her bright demeanor.

I wasn't asking to be welcomed. But Laura's obvious rejection is just fine.

Die gently shook back the hand of the offered woman.

"It's a die. Best regards,"

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

Tickling, tinted eyes and tea curly hair. Skinny body. Of all the samurai who were in the room, the years seem closest.

When she finished shaking her hand, she gently turned her heel back.

"Shall we go? Your room at first."

This way, and Titianna starts guiding us.

Die restocked his luggage and followed her out into the hallway.

"Early on arrival, you had a hard time getting me to work. But I was surprised. That mariage will look so pretty."

"... thank you"

"I'm not flattering you. I really thought so."

Titianna laughs bitterly at the modestly thankful die.

"Honestly, is it okay to wear makeup? I thought so. But it was completely different. I don't know... wow, the colors are bright."

"Normally, you don't seem to put that much color on."

"Yeah. Makeup colored like that is only on stage...... oh, Die was wearing makeup in the theater. Is that stage makeup? But it didn't look so flashy..."

Hmm, and Titianna puts her neck up.

I hear she was watching her makeup properly. Glad to hear it, Die laughed a little.

"It's something that doesn't look so flashy if you don't even pick it the wrong way and amount. It's just like ornaments and costumes."

"Really? Then you're going to be working with me. I'm in charge of the costume. Tell me everything."

"This is outrageous."

Embracing her luggage hard, Die shook her neck to the side. This is who I have to ask to teach.

As I read inside the die, Titianna laughs and says:

"Of course, if there's something you don't know, ask Die. I think it would be difficult just to remember to build your mansion... Die came from across the gate. That's not a lot of houses over there, is it?

"... right"

Die unequivocally affirmed.

"Titi, will you ever go, beyond the gate?

"I wonder if I'm unfamiliar. Like a peek when a big city stands."

"You don't even shop that way."

"The cabbage shop will be here regularly. That's a lot to do."

"I'd better take care of you from now on, too."

"Right. It's not like I should go across the gate. I guess I'm scared to go. I've been here since birth."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Huntingdon, do that too..."

So Die remembered the samurai-headed dialogue.

As most servants serve from their parents' behalf, Heath is a newcomer.

"Titty, Heath's been working here for, like, two years now, right?

"Heath? You mean Master Livot? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, it's only been two years..."

"But Master Liveau, he seems to be one above everyone else, but what position are you in?

I checked with Laura and wondered.

Titianna giggles and answers in half.

"You didn't know? Master Liveau is acting on his behalf. Principal Agent"

"... what?

Die stopped by surprise.

"Well, is that because Heath is Mariage's fiancée?

"No, I'm not."

Titianna raises her voice laughably.

She advised Die with a serious face.

"You can't say that in front of Master Mariage, even if you're wrong. I'm gonna be so angry."

"Okay. I'll be careful...... But even though I'm not Mariaj's fiancée, my lord's proxy..."

"Hmm, what can I explain? I haven't been informed of the circumstances, sir... but Mariaj's father made up his mind just before he died."

So that Heath, on behalf of Mariage, may fulfill her duties as Lord.

In accordance with the will of the predecessors of the Mizwilli family, Heath apparently sums up the servants of the Mizwilli family and, in addition to managing their assets, also carries out activities to broaden the edge of the house and various negotiations that accompany her candidacy for queen.

"Ah, this horn, remember. From here on out, our residence."

Show me the curved corner wall, Titianna said.

From a smoothly polished white wall, the rough rock skin shifts to a stripped stone wall. At the border was a heavy wooden door. It is now open and secured to the wall.

"When there are four bells, this door is supposed to close. Someone is always on their turn, so when you go in and out on business, tell them why and ask them to open it."

"Yes, four bells."

"Oh, do you know what time the die is? You got a watch?"

"It's okay. I understand."

Those who possess magical qualities measure time. From the demonic particles that circulate the world, they say they are reading. The die didn't leak into that much either, and I was able to gauge the time.

The number of those who were once incapable of counting the rare times seemed to have increased rapidly since the destruction of the Devil's Principality (Maisemble). The flower district also rings the bell regularly to inform the time.

"The bell rings every half hour."

"A lot of people have watches?

"Yeah. I don't know if we are. But a lot of kids don't know the time, and Die... oh, I'm sorry"

Apparently Titianna thought she might need a clock from the young appearance of a die.

"Uh, fifteen, what is it?

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm not well developed..."

"You can eat all you want. I'm sorry?"

"Never mind.... because Master Liveau often thinks I'm the kind of person who wants to pull through."

Mariage was also surprised by the look of the die. The same would apply to the servants.

Titianna smiles at Die.

"I suppose Master Liveau thought that he was so well equipped. That one, he's capable. I can see people's eyes."

"Bought that ability, to be the principal agent?

"I guess that means it. I think my husband, who found the Liveau in the first place, was the one who wanted it with wisdom.... Mr. Kilim is also competent, but I think that's only to the extent of cleaning up the house issues, and so is Mr. Huntingdon. The key Mariage... you've seen it too, haven't you? Oh, so."

The girl who was having eclampsia in a large room.

Waving extraction on the servants to rule things out seems difficult to her.

From that point of view, I can also understand the meaning of the urge to scream that Mariage can't possibly be queen. Helplessness, she knows very well for herself.

"But even if it was the order of your lord, you were able to entrust it to someone as soon as you came in."

"At first, everyone seemed so rebellious, but now I can count on you. Without Master Livort, Mizweeri will not turn."

"Looks like you did? Didn't Titi rebel?

"Where is the reason you have to confront a utterly cunning man?

To Titianna, who answers well, Die is about to erupt. Because the way she said it was too similar to that of the geishas.

Titianna smiled all the time.

"Of course, that's not all. The fact that Master Liveau is more" able ”than anyone else in this house is something I've known since he came here. Master Liveaux has made it easier to work."

"Really?

"Furuiki and all that. I don't like it. It's old. I stick with it as depression, and I don't like it. I also have to take over the work of my parents..."

"This way, too, right?"

Apparently, even inside the gate, the job has to be handed down from parents.

Titianna nodded to the die as she stopped her legs in front of the door lining the hallway.

"That's right. As a rule.... Come on, we're here."

Pick one out of the key she took out and plug it into the hole in the door.

The moment I opened the door, the air flowed and the dust rose.

It may be slightly smaller than the room I lived in before. A thin light was leaking out of the gap between the inserted rain doors, trying to cut through the dim room.

"It's a room I haven't used in a long time, so it looks dusty for a while. I cleaned it before, and I didn't even let the air in."

Titianna, once indoors, pulls out the candle and rains up the door. As she opened the window with the bolt in it, the wind blew out towards the outside.

Dark hair swayed as the wind flowed, tickling the cheeks of the die.

Die stepped into a room full of light.

Should I just say that? It's a solid room. The conditioning products are also too full.

Sleeping area and a small round table. Attitudes, desks, bookshelves, chairs, costumes, etc. All of them were well built. It's such a luxury item that you can't get from living in the backtown. But do you mean they are also wholesaled for servants in the mansions of senior aristocrats?

The room felt small because it was in good condition. Die looked at his left hand a few steps further.

Small cupboards there too. And.

"There's a water supply."

Die shrugged unexpectedly from surprise.

The gray faucet that protrudes from the wall is a tap that draws up water with the help of magic. It can only be seen in a set place in the back town. I can't believe I saw it in a servant's room like this.

"Can you use it?

"Mmm, decorations, actually"

Sorry to make you expect, but Titianna smiled bitterly.

"I don't have anybody to adjust the procedure for. But the drain is alive, so let the dirty water flow here."

"Okay."

A semi-circular receptacle is built under the faucet. The material is ceramic white stone. The text is engraved in a swirl towards the center. If you look closely, it's a fine magic letter. It would be the magic of filtration. The water distribution pipe was covered with a light green stone.

"Oh, I had to bring some water. I'm just gonna grab some, so you can unpack."

"Yes."

"When you're done cleaning up, go in and get dressed, 'cause I'll see if the length fits. Then I'll go to the dining room and show you around the grounds. I'm a little busy, though."

"It's okay."

"Good. I need the die to get used to it quickly. Mariaj is safe, and she likes it."

"... liked it? Is that right?"

Mariage had a throwing attitude when she broke up. Regards, it wasn't a sneer.

"If you don't like it, I won't allow you to work. As you will understand, Mariage-sama's eclampsia when she doesn't like it is really amazing..."

Titianna, back from the window, faces the die as she threatens. Die leaned back gently and could only respond raw.

"Ha..."

"It's tough to be able to contain Master Mariage because there's only Master Liveaux, but we're going to work hard together to accept Master Mariage's selfishness!

Grabbing Die's hand softly, Titianna grins and leaves the room to take the water drain.

The frightening die walked over to the window fluttering after Titianna's mild footsteps turned away.

Put the load on the table and hang your hands on the window frame.

The smell of dense grass trees plunders the tip of my nose. Lowering his gaze, the branches of the trees were within reach.

Zhu painted roof lined across the woods. The inner wall. And the lower town.

The flower district is next to the outer wall. It seems close and far away.

Fall to the sleeping table by the window.

I felt at ease to be alone. He's been terribly careful.

But it will be another streak of tension from now on.

From that standpoint, Heath wouldn't be able to speak more comfortably than she thought. The head of the samurai does not seem to welcome new students, and the queen candidate to serve is entertained by the samurai.

I knew it, but I'm only anxious to get ahead.

Die suppressed his eyes looking up at the ceiling, deep, sighing.

- It's raining thin, like a white line.

The world gradually fades and is anointed with gray.

Lead-coloured water buildup underfoot. The funeral proceeded as it trampled and crushed.

My mother, freed from the world, was a pain in the ass.

My mother was always beautiful. Accommodate the obscenity of a birth daughter, the purity of a Virgin, and the slut of a whore.

Many mourned. The death.

To the wreckage lying in the coffin, the men give flowers and mouth. White, smooth back of hand. On a wrinkle-free forehead. Or to tickle to swear love. on the eyelid, which remains tightly closed. At your fingertips with the wish of awakening. on his neck as he crushed his throat to mourn. To the hair. To the feet.

To spare me returning to the ashes.

Even a shard of ash does not want to be sent out to the Lord God.

Mad, distorted, dying all over the inferiority of men, women are beautiful even in the gray world - ….

"Okay."

said the woman standing beside her. Hold this hand tight.

The woman's expression is invisible hidden on the edge of the rain gear worn deep in her eyes.

"You mustn't step over there."

Live by lurking your breath.

Like a shadow, but honestly.

-... straight, what is it?

Don't be like my mother.

Isn't this way already distorted?

A woman holds this hand hard. Get your nails up. For young, soft skin.

There is no zero that should be removed from the wound.

Eventually, holes were worn in the world as if they had stained (stained) the paper. From there, the flames boil out.

Beautiful red burned my mother, my men, my women, and the world.

Screw bending view like melted candy. The sprayed black smoke adds viscosity, snarling and tangled in his hands and feet, swallowing himself deeply.

Pulled away from the women.

Be alone.

Past and fiction intersect.

I repeat, it was a nightmare.