The Queen’s Cosmetician

Die stood up, silently, and walked over to the cosmetic box.

The box was jumped, hit a nearby wall and was silent right under it. Poke your knees beside you and check the tools inside. The box is useless anymore. The hardware was off, and some of the hinges are missing.

Die turned to the next scattered tool.

First the brush. Unstring and spread the brush roll. Once inside, it was safe. There are no signs of a broken pattern or cracks in it. The brush tip was not damaged either.

Next, a set of cosmetics. The colour plates that had been folded seemed fine, but the bottles were useless. Cracks are coming in and the colours are smudging. Some bottles are completely cracked. Fortunately, the contents stayed zero in the box and did not contaminate the carpet.

"Excuse me, basket, box, basin... lend me any"

We need to put this tool together.

Taking on Die's request, one of the samurai returns her heel. Titianna, who returned to replace her, opened her eyes to the tragedy of the room and raised her voice upside down.

"Hey, what's up!?

A samurai slips through her flashing neighbor with a basket.

"Ko, is this okay...?

A flat basket with as much as a hug is big enough to hold all the tools in.

The samurai's face is tense. It's like you're scared. I'm also shaking my hand giving you the basket.

What needs to be blued that way?

Die smiled and thanked him.

"Thank you"

Die stuffed the basket with tools.

Don't let the tools hurt you any more.

Don't let the colour powder zero out of the broken bottle.

Pale, polite.

Strange silence wraps the room.

"... are you okay?

Titianna lifts up a basin with tea tools and raises her voice as she guides.

Die held the basket that had finished packing the tools and stood up. I returned only a smile to Titianna.

Walk under the mariage.

There is no blood in her face standing by the round table. Earlier excitement seems to be a lie.

"Da, die......"

Of course I hear a call from Mariage. But I didn't feel like replying.

Die lined up the cosmetic tools that were safe on the round table.

In the order in which it is used.

As usual.

Mariage takes a step back and sues Die with a fine voice.

"Hey, do something..."

"Have a seat, Mariage."

Die recommended the chair.

It's a tone close to an order. You should be reprimanded. If it's a normal mariage, I'm grasping at the die for what it looks like to be great.

Mariage, however, followed Die's instructions with great care. He was fluttered and stuck on the chair, seemingly powerless.

The die moved on to the next operation.

Immerse the new hand wipe in water and squeeze. Spread out. Place all cotton cloths, brushes, sponges, and other tools neatly on the table.

Die drew a chair and sat opposite Mariage.

As usual, a courtesy.

"Now, I'm going to get rid of my makeup"

"... eh"

Mariage's face has a colour of confusion.

Die fastened the hair related to Mariage's cheek, leaning over the edge so as not to disturb her. Continue to clean your hands and warm the emulsion with your palms. Extend it to Mariage's face and carefully wipe with a wet hand wipe.

Die behavior, for each and every one.

Mariage is confused.

No.

I am frightened.

I call her with a trembling voice.

"Die."

"I'm going to put on makeup, but only one thing"

I have something to tell you.

Die quietly told Mariage, not responding to the call.

"I've said it before. There's only one thing I can do. Making you as beautiful as you want. That's all."

Repeat as many times as you like, until you know it.

Makeup never repaints the essence. It's just giving it a look.

Still, it helps. If there is indeed a beard and hope in the breast of the makeup wearer.

Spread the color plate. The edges hit the tabletop ceiling, making a hard noise.

Die looked again at Mariage.

Walnut-colored eyes wide open. The white skin is blue, and the seeping creaks of blood do not feel blood again.

Die smiled. Like laboring a frightened daughter.

"If you want a change in makeup, put it on. Or as beautiful as Master Alishuel? Or do you want to be seen like a queen? Let's put on makeup. Dear Mariage, do as you wish."

Let's make it look like it.

On this arm.

"To do this, Master Mariage needs to teach me clearly what I want to be. This, too, before, I told you.... Remember?

"... yeah"

Mariage affirmed. She didn't seem to forget the conversation when we first met.

Then, Die goes on with the words.

"Tell me, Master Mariage. What do you want to do?

"How...?

"I don't want to be queen," said Lady Mariage. So what do you want to be, not a queen?

"Oh, I don't... I don't know."

"Think about it"

Die ran out of words.

"Makeup doesn't change anything," you said.... How did you want to change? Tell me. "

Mariage pulls and ties the crease.

Die slapped the table and stood up.

"Answer me!

The limit, I thought.

To pretend to be calm.

Die shouted as he was thrust into motion by a dissolved iron-like heat.

"Look, Dear Mariage! Think for yourself for a moment! Makeup is pointless, before you say it! How can there be so many people around Master Arishuel that you envy them!

Arishuel Gertrude is an honorary student of the Conduct Square, Mariage said.

I can look to Mariaj, who revealed her rejection, not to ignore it, but to speak amicably and praise the beauty of her eyes with all due respect, who Arishuel is enough to support.

"Against everyone, be flamboyant! Whoever sees it, when it's beautiful, it's visible!! Correct your spine and behave like a queen, so around Master Arishuel, people get together!

"Hey... hey, what's up"

Maryage, who was furious, also seemed to have returned to her sanity with a stirring rage.

She stood up angrily.

"You know what I mean! You've never seen Arishuel! Don't take it personally!

"I've never seen it. Even if you don't like it if you've heard from Mariage! How about Dear Mariaj in contrast!? Always with Gucci Gucci! Aren't you just winning eight!

Die pointed to the cosmetic case. arrows to the mariage that clogs the back of his throat. He yells early.

"Lady Mariage is in the Queen's race! It's not ugly being questioned. It's not even the environment or face you were born into! It's like a queen, behaving!

Die raised and lowered his shoulders wide to prepare his breath.

Talk to a stiff mariage, with a lower voice.

"It's not limited to the Queen's race. This is true in this mansion as well. Everyone sees if Mariaj is worthy as Mizweeri's master."

The indoor servants tremble and stare at the die. I guess that means don't tell me the story.

Die sighed.

"... I was told that Mariage was all on the side of Mr. Liveaux. He said there was nobody on my side.... Have you ever thought about why people don't gather around you? Because you're not pretty. Is that what you think?

"It's..."

Mariage says finally.

She knows the answer.

I know, I should. that your own shortness keeps people away.

Because he said he had a sense of selfishness.

"Of course, it's not all Master Mariage's fault. There's a good reason for everyone to cooperate with Mr. Liveaux."

"Why?"

"Mizweeri owes me a debt! Huge."

As soon as the die was exposed, the young samurai blued and gazed at the complexion of the elderly.

The summariser is in a gathered gaze, angry with his shoulders and warring.

Die glanced at the servants of the seniors.

(Why did you talk to me, that's your face)

Isn't it something I should tell Mariaj, who is the Lord? I'm not convinced by what they do.

Plus.

Die was also angry at Titianna, a young man, and how she decided to look aside with her face like pushing trouble on her new girlfriend Die and leaving her out of it.

"You also know that Mizweeri is leaning, don't you, Mariage? I am cold treated to houses everywhere. That's not because your father or grandfather didn't like people. The Mizweeri family has debts everywhere, and Master Livot is on the run to deal with it...!

Die had asked Heath about the amount because he was concerned. To be honest, the digits were beyond comprehension. Heath is well on the way to making up for the extra subsidies she has for being a Queen's candidate. It is only natural that servants should rely on it.

Die intended to sue forcefully, but Mariage's reaction is one thing. It's a face that hasn't swallowed up the situation.

The inquiry from her stunned the die.

"Shh... what?

"... what?

"Shh, then, what happens?

"What happens..."

Die was wolfed by the unexpected reaction Mariage showed. Rephrase in plain language.

"Debt is... I mean, from someone, borrowing money. Everyone just won't lend it to me. Exchange for something… with interest"

"Rishi?

"That's right. To what I borrowed, a commission. I had to return more money than I borrowed because of it, and at the end of the day, I lost more and more money..."

"Then what happens?

Mariage asks strangely.

To the die who loses her words, she makes repeated inquiries.

"Hey, more or less, what's money? What happens if you don't have the money?

Die was relieved.

I don't understand how money works.

There's a daughter who wants to go for the lord of the land, even if it is.

I even know a toddler who's missing a finger in one hand. That.

"Nah... so... why!

Die took a few steps and looked back at the servants.

"Oh, my God, no one! You didn't tell me!

It's not like a civilian child living that day. Mariage is the home of a superior, albeit final, name. Even if not as much as the merchant's daughter, she should not be ignorant with regard to the exchange of money.

One of the samurai excuses herself.

"Well, because... I don't think you know..."

"I don't think you understand...?

To the samurai who was deciding from her head, the die was dramatically elevated.

"I'm making fun of Mariage, you guys!!!

Mariage's ignorance was not to be ridiculed.

the obligation to educate her, as a result of the neglect of her surroundings.

"Isn't that what I'd know if I told you! Indeed, Mariage may not need to send the money away immediately! But isn't that why, properly, something someone has to teach you!?

Mariage suffers from seizures easily. But he also showed an attitude of listening to the new student, Die. She's not a daughter-in-law at all.

"It will be important, also involving the running of the house! It's just laziness that you're not telling them what to tell them properly! Yet in the shadows we do so much about Master Mariage... really... really, what the hell!

Mariage and servants. Fifty hundred steps to each other if you look at the die you've heard from both. But the latter, who did not even point out the impossibility, seems more malignant.

"What a suck......!

Die tried to squeeze it out and screamed.

Tears overflowed.

And they that dwell by the gate are noble.

But what about the reality?

Visiting the flower streets, they treat the geishas like puppets that can break them and spit out their sexuality and go home. When it comes to those who serve them, it's all about preservation.

The geishas are more, so, honorable.

It's embarrassing.

He is full of compassion, he communicates his moves to the next generation, he lives nobly, without being ashamed of himself.

I wanted to go home, I thought.

I want to go home.

But I can't go home.

I think of my dead mother.

(Because of you)

You take away from me the place where you live. The shadow of thy face shall be upon me to get out of that city.

Retaining his thoughts leaning into the darkness, Die wiped his tears with the back of his hand. This is not the time to be late for things.

The die packed the distance from the mariage. She was looking back at the die with a bewildered face.

"Here's the money."

On the palm of Mariage, Die gently put a piece of currency, which he took out of his nostalgia.

"We're trading for this and getting all sorts of things. No water, no clothes, no food, no house to live in, without this, you won't get it. I also need this money to hold all my servants. If you don't have money..."

"You mean they'll all be gone?

Mariage mouths the end of the word.

Yes, and Die affirmed.

"Cleaning the hall and meal support. Instead of doing a little thing every day, the servant gets this money from Mizweeri."

"Are you getting one, too?

Roll the currency over your hand, Mariage confirms.

"Yes."

Die nodded. Mariage, yes, laid her eyes down.

"I work on Mariage's makeup and I get paid. Everyone here is getting paid for their labor.... if you owe the Mizweeri family... if you don't have the money, you may not get paid for working"

"... is Heath the one who's increasing that money?

Die nodded at Mariage and glanced at the ladies behind him.

(See, you know what I mean)

Mariage is not foolish. Explain it in order and you'll understand soon enough.

Mariage holds the currency and raises its face.

"Die. Don't we have that much money? You say you're in trouble, but I don't really feel it. The meals, the costumes, the mansion, everything, it looks the same as it used to be. You and everyone else, you get this, this money, and you keep working here."

"She says the money is being paid by the castle because Lady Mariage is the queen's candidate. … as beautiful costumes as any other candidate for Queen, so that they can contend with each other equally, assisted"

"So... there's nothing wrong with that?

"It's huge!

Die put an immediate correction in the mariage.

"What happens when the queen runs out, staying in debt and not being a queen!? If you do poorly, Mizweeri takes it away! All servants will be gone! Instead of being annoyingly cumbersome and unable to clean up anything like before... you could be left behind across the gate in your underwear!

Mariage blues. I must have finally figured out the situation.

Die sighed.

"Master Livort is fighting alone so that Master Mariage doesn't, so that the Mizwieri family can survive properly. That's why we're all on Master Livot's side. I want you to be queen.... I don't want fame. To avoid losing this house."

Die thinks it is here that the predecessor of the Mizwieri family wanted Mariage as queen. Mariage's reign as queen allows not only retaliation for the nobility who treated Mizwilli coldly, but also the write-off of huge debts.

Die wrapped his hand around Mariage, who held the currency.

"You're not anxious anymore, are you? Why, you don't even have to scream, do you? You get it, don't you? Not if you have eclampsia."

Mariage is breathtaking. The walnut-colored eyes have a seductive color.

Die put his strength at the fingertips holding Mariage's hand.

"Think, dear Mariage"

"... think?

Mariage asks the parrot back.

Die shook his head vertically.

"That's right.... I'm thinking - Queen, what?

Unconsciously, Mariage pulls herself away.

Die drew that arm and questioned him.

"What kind of queen does Lady Mariage aspire to? How do you want to be?

For the moment, Mariage must go for the Queen. That is the duty of those who have accepted the position of Queen's candidacy.

Mariage rocks her eyes.

To congeal distant memories.

"... people get together..."

"One that brings people together? Then what side of the person do you think people get together?

Mariage replied as she snorted at Die's interrogation.

"It's... a beautiful man"

"What kind of person is that? How does Master Mariage want to be beautiful?

Die asked without getting her hair in.

Mariage leans in silence.

"My makeup is just makeup. It doesn't have any power. Unless you show me how you want to be."

Die pulled his hand out of the mariage and took a distance. Grab a fist and confront her.

"Unless you tell me how you want to be beautiful"

With his anger at the matter once again, packed with a decent job, Die declares to Mariage.

"I cannot apply makeup to you... - NEVER!!