The Queen’s Cosmetician

"I don't know about that, but isn't it natural to take the side of Master Liveaux, who desperately works for us as our main agent, rather than Maria, who can be selfish all he wants?

I finally caught Titianna, who was borrowed by other help, and hurried back to the waiting room for the two mariages.

Titianna said in an outraged manner to Die, who explained the contents of the conversation with Mariage at length.

"Maria doesn't know one thing, but really, really, right now, your house is in trouble."

"Much?"

Titianna gently runs her gaze around the inquiry of the die. Only the two of us are in the hallway. Still, she lurked her voice carefully.

"I owe you. That's already an amazing forehead."

"... squeaky"

The die turned flat. I didn't expect to hear the word in the aristocratic hall.

"You heard what my husband said when he brought Master Liveau home. That's my husband's sister, who's being treated, and rather than being seen by you, he went to his wife's house to ask for help."

"Hey, why are you doing that?

"Ma'am. Mariage's, your biological mother."

Titianna clouds her expression pitifully.

"I've been a very weak person since I was a little girl. I needed a lot of money to treat it... but in the end, you died young."

Not only because I didn't get a pet from the queen on the occasion of the replacement. Apparently, Mariage's father collected money from around him to save his wife. But I can't pay my money back. Debt seemed to be on the rise.

"Lady Mariage should thank Lady Livort a little more. If it's true, the emerging aristocrats of hardware beat me to death..."

Titianna covers her mouth. Probably because I got a tanned die face in my eyes the way I put it too much.

"It wasn't weird to be welcoming someone rich to my son-in-law. If you don't like that, you can be sure of the downfall. Although Maryage is thought to be intermediate, there is also the possibility of crushing him if he is inferior or bad."

"So much!?

Apparently the situation was considerably more oppressive than I would have heard from Mariage. Die accidentally stopped and shouted.

Titianna also stops walking again and snorts deeply.

"Even I've been looking for a new place to work... I think Mr. Huntingdon and Mr. Kilim are in a complicated mood. It will be difficult to find a new home to serve in those years. … even if you find it, you will not feel comfortable abandoning your home"

The situation in which Titianna's spoken servants were placed and the feeling of darkness over their own.

When I got out of the flower district, the die was bitter.

How distressing are the samurai heads, who thought they might have to stay away from the house where they spent many times as long as Die's life.

Die looked around the corridor that was not popular other than his own.

"Maybe that's why we're understaffed?

The number of servants in the Mizweeri family is small. Titianna, who was kicked out of her room by Mariage, is about ready to do some other errands.

The use of the surface corridor is also permitted in order to save time in travel. It seems that the Dies, if they were meant to be, would have to use hallways and stairs for servants.

Titianna takes the lead.

"That's right."

"I didn't notice...... It didn't look like I was in trouble."

Die stared into the hallway of the Mizweeri family. Decorated walls of art. Flowers are grown everywhere, adding additional colour. It's not just the hallway. The Mizweeri family mansion is well maintained in every corner, including the garden.

Even Die's salary is a tremendous amount.

"Lady Mariage has become a candidate for queen... You have a subsidy coming down from the castle. Of course, that's all then, and that's where Master Livot's arm is.... By and large, Mariage misunderstands Master Livort too much. I was able to be a Queen's candidate because a lot of senior ladies died from an epidemic."

"Epidemic disease, maybe, two years ago?

Yeah, and Titianna sank her expression.

"Her Royal Highness died of the disease, too. Poor thing."

"Even around me, it's fashionable..."

The whining voice darkened.

The illness that caused death to the princess, who should be the next queen, also damaged the flower streets, using the noble guests as a source. A lot of geishas died. Funerals were seen all over the city, and Asma closed the whorehouse for about a month.

"I don't know how you feel about Mariage, but I don't."

Titianna shrugged with the sound of pity seeping through her.

"I'll be handicapped by your wife's body, so she pulls me away as soon as she's born. The husband and one of the elderly were all related to his wife. I think you missed being eclampsia soon or just being selfish. But there are 17 of them. I need you to calm down a little bit and take a look at reality, okay?

Titianna asked Die to give her consent.

I know what she's saying. And the circumstances in which the servants were placed.

Still, Die couldn't snort right at Titianna.

Mariaj sees one void.

I don't have an ally. No one, such as those who show understanding, sees them pushing themselves, assuming that they are not there.

It was terrible, painful.

"Lady Mariage was the queen's candidate because, after all, she lost a lot of competition."

There's nothing strange about it, he says, and Titianna starts walking again. Die followed her.

"Master Livort is only working to garner a little support to support Master Mariage, in accordance with her husband's will. Every day, everywhere, I go out to negotiate, give directions about the socialization involved in the Queen's race, supervise the preparation of the monuments, with the deacons (Mr. Kilim) and the samurai heads (Mr. Huntingdon), and look at the house. Look at Mariaj's studies."

"Can you see it? Study?"

"Yep. At first, I was surprised.... I guess he was born pretty decent. Dancing and courtesy are perfect."

Titianna explains that this is why the families of senior aristocrats have to accept Heath as a substitute.

She pointed to a room lined up in the hallway.

"Even today there with the husband of the Del Grant family..."

"Titianna"

Titianna, whose words were blocked by the man's voice and ears were pounded by the die, breathed heavily.

Heath was putting her face out of the room.

"Tell Kilim the example paperwork, too, quickly. I was there. I just headed to my room..."

"Yes, I'm home"

Titianna passes in front of the room with a sleek fast leg. She'll be back for a while.

Die silenced Heath. He nodded silently.

Behind him are two men sitting in a bench opposite each other.

Unfortunately, I saw eye to eye with the man on the upper seat.

"You're a face I don't see."

"I'm the one who hired you more than this month. Die, go."

"Well, wait. Come here."

The man on the upper seat smiles and invites the die.

Heath, who only turned off her expression for a moment, immediately fixed her grin and prompted Die indoors.

"Is that your new servant?

"He is a make-up artist like Mariage. I hired you to run for queen. Die, it's Lady Del Grant. Say hello."

It's a pleasure to meet you, Die greeted Heath as he was urged to. Del Grant should have been the family name of a senior aristocrat.

"A makeup artist? Making faces?...... haha. I see. Craftsman frame. But this..."

The man's gaze gently strokes the die's toe to his head. Die silently received the man's like-colored eyes.

A man grins.

"How's life in Mizweeri?

"You're doing well"

Die answered concisely. Nodding as a man felt in.

"Right...... Wouldn't it be a burden for Mizweeri to take new care of the craftsmen? I don't know. What do you mean, take care of him here and let him go to Master Mariage's?

"I appreciate the offer, but I hope you don't mind. To the extent that we can assist Sir's cause, our home is moist. Rest assured."

The man blushed, but immediately made a smile.

Kilim returns to the room and offers Heath a leather paper pinch. Heath signed the paperwork through his eyes and gave it to the Delgrant family man.

The man silently read the documents, carefully folded them and placed them in his pocket, standing from the bench.

"Then I am rude. Fine here. I guess you still have a business meeting with him?

"Take care, it hurts"

"Totally... I'm going to have a hard time understanding why a man like you is in a house like this. You're the one. [M] I can't right now. But after the Queen's race?

"Thank you to my predecessors."

"... is that all?

"I'll leave it to your imagination....... Kilim. Drop me off."

Kilim opens the door. The man's back disappears across the door.

A man in the lower seat sighed at the sound of the door closing.

"I admire you, Livot. Del Grant, I'm intimidated by you, and you don't move at all."

"Both Mizwilli and Del Grant are senior aristocrats in the same position. What do you cower?

"... and I guess it's about you"

The man shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly. I'm going to look up at the die and work hard.

"You were unlucky, too. I don't know much about makeup artists, but what do you do?

"... intact. Makeup and skin care."

The man gaveled at Die's answer with a strange face.

"Right. Livot, you hired me. I guess we can do something amazing."

"Yep. Guaranteed."

Heath assures me.

He gives the man the documents he pulls out of the paper pinch and smiles.

"His arm is certain. Any day will be a place to be known. … Excuse me, please confirm."

Kasari, and listening to the sound of the paper, Die glanced at Heath.

He stares at a man glancing through the paper.

Competent man wanted by senior nobles.

Recognized by him. That was awesome and proud.

"That was helpful. I'll take this one."

Give Heath the paper the man took out of his nose. I checked its contents, and Heath nodded.

"Received"

"Fine. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Drop off the man who says so and stands, until he spins the carriage.

As soon as the guest was gone, Heath gave instructions to Kilim.

"Contact the Gayrim family. I'd like to have about four and a half minutes during tomorrow's tea party, please attach your word. And then this one was earlier."

"Securing the timber?

"It's possible. You'll be welcomed. Please prepare your seats. I'll sell thanks."

"Yes, sir."

Kilim walks away and Heath gently slaps the back of the die.

"I'll go. I'm sorry we had to go out with you."

"No......"

Die sent his gaze backwards as he walked out. I was suddenly present, so I was worried that it would not be coarse.

"If you just dropped me off, I'm one of Mizweeri's supporters. It manages the western barn."

Did Heath think Die was interested in the guests? I started explaining them.

"Anything today about the Queen's race?

"No. The farm tools are draining heavily and I was wondering if you could lend me some"

"Agricultural tools…. Do you have one? To Mizweeri."

"Fortunately, the owner of the Del Grant family has given us the opportunity to give away equipment that is no longer needed"

"... your lord was deliberately taken to Mizweeri in that matter?

"No. The owner just delivered what Mariage forgot at the dinner party the other day. Looks like we're going to be playing at the Whistlewism house."

"Huh."

"He's scorching the business a little... a little of that stupidity, as a public tale"

"... you said you were assisting?

"I gave you the resources that some houses were having difficulty sparing to cover the losses. More importantly, it seems to offend your wife."

In addition, take supplies from that house to the business of this house. Put the business of this house in that house over there. Let that house over there help you with what house. Yet it makes it look as if Mizweeri even supported everything.

I need to talk to you. This is me.

It's a Nantka operation.

It is a tremendous crossing.

To the discontinuing die, Heath put her index finger to her mouth with a firm face.

"Keep it a secret"

"Ok...... But you don't have to."

"It's like an intermediary. No one's nostalgia hurts, and Mizweeri sells thanks efficiently. I also get a commission. All winners."

"Wow..."

I saw the far-eyed die, as Heath impressed me.

"… you can understand the business"

"Huh? Uh... Asma did something similar..."

I've heard a lot of hard talk about getting the first whorehouse. Seems like he made every effort to increase his money and support.

"Master Mariage knows... it's not, is it? What Master Livotto is doing"

"Master Mariage doesn't understand these things. Strange way, as you've often said."

"Aren't you going to explain?

"Do you have an ear to ask? Is that better?

Heath's assessment of Mariage is chilling.

Um, and Die roared.

"Even where you think?

"... I thought there was nothing I could do about it"

"What do you want?"

"Dear Mariage..."

Die briefed Heath on his conversation with Mariage.

"The only reason Mariage isn't active in the Queen's race is because she's not here."

Mariage became a Queen's candidate despite not wanting the Queen's seat. That's not just because I wanted to follow my late father's will. If you accept the position, don't you think that the servants will turn to themselves too?

Finished listening to Die's explanation, Heath groans pompously.

"Drunk in solitude can only be done by a privileged person"

"Huh?"

Die looked up at Heath.

I can't see the color of my emotions in his pale eyes.

That eye I was looking at before moved to capture the die.

"... you, what's in you? Asma was taking on her identity."

"... no blood ties. But..."

There was also Asma. There were also bustling flower street geishas.

Who's on whose side? I didn't even think about it.

However, I know the weight of solitude I hold in a group.

Mariage's father's death was about a year ago. of the election of the Queen's candidate. Not even while mourning the death of his only flesh parent, he was taken in by the Queen's electorate ritual. Exposed to the thoughts of numerous people, my side is nowhere to be ignored when I think of the pain of feeling that way.

"... then you can stand at Master Mariage's side"

Reflecting a die in a quiet pale, Heath says.

"I called you to Mizweeri to be a little more aggressive with that one. If you could always be next to Mariage and make her positive, you would have been hired."

"Ha... yes!

Die nodded forcefully.

Right. Same as when we were in Flower Street.

Lean on the other person's thoughts. I always do that when I make up.

Heath loosened her expression to the die that brightened her face.

Speaking of which, he asks Die.

"Have you finished matching Master Mariage's costumes? I haven't received a report."

"... ah!!

Totally, it was a mess.

Die greeted Heath in blue and ran off the spot ready to reprimand him. He walks all the way down the hall thanking them for not being popular and jumps into the room where he was costuming.

Titianna, who was dripping, looked back at the die.

Tears make her groan.

"Da, die......"

"Die."

Mariage's face facing Titianna is bright red. Eye illusion? I see steam gushing out of my head.

Mariage raised the gold cut.

"You little... let me go! Where the hell are you going? I was there............!!

I thought the thunder had fallen.

Mariage's anger, which I have heard so far, was still a prelude.

Mariage stepped on the estate waste. Throw what's around you depending on allowances or.

Keep throwing.

Until he was thus given sedation medication by Rodovico, Mariage rammed.

Naturally, the Dies became feathers that were preached from the head of the samurai until midnight.