The Queen’s Cosmetician

Help Heath clear the empty tea bowl and close the office already today.

"Speaking of which, did you get your attention?

"Yes?"

"I think I told you to call it off."

"Ah."

Place the water drain and the jar on top of the basin. The rest should be recovered early at dawn.

Heath keeps the paperwork in her desk and locks it.

"Everyone calls me by my nickname, so I guess.... Should I call you by name?

"Easier to call"

"Well, I'll honor you when you work, but when you don't, I'll call you by name."

Even though some Mizweeri are newcomers, put together the ancient ginseng and take responsibility on behalf of the Lord. It's not hard to imagine how heavy and breathless that is for him.

I suppose you feel comfortable with the new die coming from the outside. Mariage says she's a cold guy, and as far as dealing with her, there are parts of her that can snort, but there's something cute about this guy, too, and I think it's rude.

"... to Dear Mariage, I wish I was gentle"

"Gently? To that one? How?

"... to me, treating me, like when?

Heath squeaks her jaw at Die's answer.

"That's because you're doing your job right. If Mariaj doesn't say anything, doesn't have eclampsia, and does what needs to be done solemnly, I'm not too gentle to respond."

"Though I feel that if Heath treats me gently, then Dear Mariage's attitude will also change"

"Chicken first or egg first? Watershed theory, huh?... Please get out. I'll close the room."

Die went through the office and reception room and out into the hallway. Heath holding several documents and books later follows and locks the room.

He walked out the corner light into his hand and Heath opened his mouth.

"As I said earlier, where I have been so kind, Master Mariage will not be relieved of me. I don't want you to depend on me."

"But to make that one, humble and hard-working, will not pull your leg, trying to make that one queen?

The Queen decides by the vote of the nobles.

If Mariage herself did not show enough qualities for the Queen, Heath's efforts would also be turned into bubbles.

"I don't know. There's nothing wrong with that."

When I think of Heath's intense duties and the relationship between his servant and Mariage, I feel like a pile of problems.

Heath looks far as she stares.

All I'm saying is that I see a future where Mariage sits on the throne.

Die lowered his gaze and groaned.

"... Heath believes that Lady Mariage will be queen."

"I will."

"... on what grounds?

"I will queen Lady Mariage. … any further grounds?

It's a lot of confidence.

"... Isn't there something you can't do just by crossing the line?

"Right. That won't do it."

Agree with the die, Heath thins out.

"I don't choose the means"

The man's voice echoing in the quiet hallway was as cold and sharp as a blade cut out of the ice.

Mariage wakes up early except on the Sabbath. Wake her up with a samurai if she doesn't sleep yet. Die arranges cosmetic tools on the table and encourages Mariage to wash her face to take care of her skin. Does Mariage like to take care of her skin with essential oils? I'm not saying I don't like all of this. Accept Die's job silently. In the meantime, the samurai prepare a costume to suit their plans.

When it comes to dressing, it's another war. Forgive the frustrating mariage.

"I hope Master Mariage doesn't mind!

Back in the barn, a maid screamed, which was morning and evening. The die walking behind her closed the door and walked over to the samurai. She is sneezing and messing her hair up and stuck on the long table.

"What don't you like about it! Master Liveaux will keep you fed!

"Hey, Die. What the hell happened?

Ask Cissy as she checks herself out in front of her appearance. Die answered by placing the cosmetic case on the table.

"I was thrown a pillow on the way to get dressed..."

"Ah......"

Can you imagine? The servants who were there sighed in unison.

"I was nailed before this..."

"Really... even when you're queen, you're anxious to get ahead."

"You think you can be?

"I wonder what would happen to this house if it wasn't chosen..."

Everyone is anxious to get ahead.

Listening to their words, Die dined for two breakfasts, including a portion of the samurai.

"It's time to eat. You're escorting me to luncheon today, aren't you?

"Yep....... die"

The samurai took Die's wrist with her cheeks on the long table.

"If I eat, I'll see how you do it."

"Yes, thank you"

"Come on, remember, right?"

"The die will be perfect sooner rather than later because I remember."

A samurai with her hand on the door of the armoire chuckles at the die.

"Then you will accompany Lady Mariage. … then also reduce the number of accompanying samurai"

You got involved, and she told me to get out of the lobby.

The hand grabbing Die's wrist leaves.

A samurai wakes up and inserts a spoon for breakfast.

Die also sat down and shrugged the wheat porridge.

(I'd love to)

Blunt pain is creeping on my head here.

It passed the fifth Sabbath. A month after Die started working for Mizweeri. This headache is due to an unfamiliar lifestyle.

There is no day when the mariage's eclampsia will not climb into the mouth of the servants.

You can lean on Mariage. You just have to run out of words for her. Die was also finding out that it was not such a simple problem.

Mariage's distrust of the servants is deeply rooted. The servants are desperate to stay away from the mariage at all. They enthusiastically teach die how to work and the customs of the aristocratic society. To push the mariage amulet to the die quickly.

(somehow, I want to)

The air in the house is not good. After all, it is sad that the minds of the servants and the mariage are so different. Though the Lord obeys, it is the time to live in one house.

I have no one to discuss that with. Busy Heath originally. Titianna and I have been reduced in the number of jobs we work together since the day the chat passed and we were reprimanded. It's hard to see you when this happens.

I can't rest my mind.

Make sure you pour it in with water and finish your breakfast.

In the morning, the samurai saw the method as it was. When you're done practicing, break up with her on her way to luncheon and help with chores. Maintenance of costumes and ornaments. Organizing artwork. Stay called-out, get over there.

Returning to the barn for a late lunch, the senile maid turned up.

"Die, Master Mariage is back. Please come and see me soon."

If Mariage returns from the invitation of another house, she must be forced to change her costume. Be responsive to the contents when you have plans. If you don't have plans, fix makeup to make it relaxing, but also suitable for visitors. If you can brighten Mariage's mood with makeup, the mental burden on the samurai will also be lighter. It is an important job as a makeup artist.

Pour your lunch into your belly, grab your work tools and hurry. After the luncheon, Mariage has to take another break and go to another house for dinner.

When the die arrived, in front of Mariage's private room, a wall of people was built.

It is rare for servants accustomed to Mariage's eclampsia to gather so far. Be prepared, draw people apart, and step into the room.

Mariage's tall voice was stuck indoors.

"I don't want to anymore!!

Mariage, returning from the luncheon, lay on the bunk. My hair, which I should have tied up in the morning, is creeping and falling on my back.

"No, no, not at all......!

"Dear Mariage..."

The summoned maids stand in the immobilized mariage holding pillows and blankets. The only Titianna, who was in a hurry to help get Mariage dressed, was poking her knee by the bedside and calling desperately.

"Dear Maria. Dear Mariage, please wake up. You'll be late for your invitation."

The costume for the night club has been decided, but I have to get the luncheon costumes and ornaments off first. Restarting hair and applying makeup will take time. That's why more than one maid is waiting.

But Mariage shook Titianna's hand away, and she didn't try to look up hard.

"Leave the invitation alone! Nobody's waiting for me! I don't care if you go or not, it's the same thing! It's like what they call it!

Looks like something happened at the luncheon. Always more, it's terribly rough.

Maria, and Reese and Titianna are forgiving Mariage. Watching how things were going, one of the samurai eared at the die.

"Die, you, can't you do something?

"Anyway, even if they say..."

"Do it."

The die was pushed half forcefully by the hand of the samurai.

Mariage's attitude toward the die is more important than that toward the samurai, he said. Because of this, they are treated as walls against mariages that have had eclampsia.

I wasn't going to join the Titiannas even if they didn't tell me. But when forced, it catches on.

Die exhaled. Anyway, now it's a prerequisite to get Mariage dressed.

Die held the cosmetic case and called on Mariage.

"Dear Mariage,"

Just because the die calls, Mariage never wakes up the body. It means it doesn't carry what the samurai expects.

Titianna leans over to Die for help. Die smiled at her and poked one knee next to her.

Reminds me of a geisha who was badly treated by a guest and hated his job.

Die whispered with as gentle a voice as he could.

"First, let's get rid of makeup"

"You can keep this up."

"Your skin will get rough."

Mariage likes the skin that has been cleansed and smoothed out. Can I go back to normal, Die slightly threatened. Mariage raises her face in such a way as to shave.

Again, you can't just fix it. Her face was terrible. Moist eyes. Her eyelids are swollen and swollen. The makeup on the face rubbed on the cloth is removed. The chewed lower lip was scratched.

Check and determine the direction of care and makeup.

First, we have to do something about the swollen eyelids.

"Excuse me. Bring some water and... hand tufted"

I was only planning on getting my makeup fixed, so I'm not ready to remove it. Dropping off one of the samurai to exit the room in a way she understood, Die turned to Mariage.

"Can I stay on the sleeping table? Would you prefer a chair? Can you move?

"... I can move"

"Well, let's get moving. Aren't you thirsty?

"I will prepare the tea, Master Mariage."

Titianna smiles and stands up. In exchange for her, a samurai with water and hand tufted returned. Place the hot water bottle and a few folded hand-tufted pieces on a round table and leave early. Probably because I could get caught up in Mariage's eclampsia if I was nearby.

Firstly, strain the water. Check the temperature and soak the hand plush. I squeezed it tightly and pressed it against Mariage's eyes.

"Now hold your eyes. I'll wipe your chills."

Push the hand plush over Mariage's lid sitting on the chair. Continue to dampen some of the other hand wipes and wipe her chills.

"You're a lot stronger, you got bit"

A brown stain seeps through the white cloth. So much blood, did you bite?

"... Arishuel was here."

"... of the Gertrude family? To luncheon today?

"That's right."

While applying beeswax to Mariage's creases, I see, Die was good at it.

If you are present with other queen candidates at the event, Mariage is in a bad mood when she returns home. Especially the day I face to face with the most powerful queen candidate, Arishuel.

Talented, popular, and annoying, Arishuel.

Mariage becomes constantly humbled by comparing herself to her.

Replace the hand wipe on the eye area of the mariage with a cold one. Vials of toner, emulsion and essential oils were removed from the cosmetic box and quickly arranged on the table.

Warm the emulsion used to remove makeup in the palm of your hand.

Mariage, who removed her hand wipe, stared into the void and groaned.

"Around that kid, get together...... I was, always, always...!

Mariage, suddenly, gained momentum.

A flying chair rolls over and makes a flashy sound.

"Dear Mariage!?

"Your father has always wanted your mother! You didn't even look at me!

Tears overflow from the eyes of an open mariage.

She kept screaming at the dai looking at her.

"You were so sweet, Mother! But I couldn't move out of my bedroom, Mother! It was all about your mother, everyone! When your mother died, it was all about Heath next... finally, your father looked at me and told me! You told me to be queen! I knew it wasn't gonna work! Everyone, it's not good to be beautiful...!

Mariage steps on her feet.

"How dare you tell that girl today... what do you think Arishuel told you? Beautiful makeup, yes! Yeah, I gave them back my thanks! Yeah, thanks! Thanks! Beautiful is makeup anyway and I can't possibly be any match for that kid's beauty......!

Mariage throws a hand wipe at the die. The cloth was slapped on the carpet by plundering the cheeks of the die.

"It doesn't change how much you put on makeup! Not at all! To the queen! You can't be! Nobody, not looking!!

"Dear Mariage, let's sit down for a moment."

Wiping the emulsion in his palm, Die took Mariage's hand.

There are claw marks on those blue and white hands. Blood is seeping in my lower lip again. I can't show a passion that's neither angry nor sad, and I'm spilling tears.

The figure runs out of words of sadness.

"Don't talk like a doctor!

Mariage pushed Die's body back.

"I hate that about you! Even more so where you look smart that you are an adult!!

"When...!

Die groaned in pain.

Mariage is eagling at Die's hair. She pulled down Die's body on the floor the moment Die took her hand off her arm.

"- Whoa!

Strike your shoulder against the edge of the table. I couldn't even speak, and Die collapsed on the spot.

A scream comes from the samurai who were winding it far away.

"Maria! Please don't!

"... mariage, sir?

The voices of the samurai who still mariage are pressing.

Die stared into the pain and searched for the mariage.

A black shadow is past that vision.

The shadow of my daughter shaking up a box she lifted from the table.

Die jumped up and begged Mariage.

"Dear Maria! Please don't!

Attaches to mariage and reaches for makeup box.

But it doesn't arrive.

Momentum shook down the box slammed into the corner of the chair.

shudder, and a flashy crushing sound that echoes in the room.

The lid strips can be bounced, the contents are on the carpet, and they are radially scattered.

Silence fell.

As everyone was stiff and breathtaking, only Mariage's rough breathing sounds sounded loud indoors.