The Queen’s Cosmetician

Wait, wait if you say so.

But I thought it might be a biocide.

"It's over, Titi"

Put the cosmetic brush down, Die handed Titianna a hand mirror. Confirming herself as reflected there, she raises her face and touches her cheeks, lifting the edges of her satisfied red painted lips.

"Yeah. Thanks! Every time I think about it, Die's makeup is amazing."

"Really?

To a squeamish of smudging Titianna, Die inquired as he cleaned up his cosmetic tools. Yeah, and my old colleague snorts and laughs.

"I'll never forget it. Shock when the die applied makeup to Maria for the first time. What Mariage seemed like a noble lady."

"Titi, Lady Mariage is a senior noble lady."

"Oh."

"Oh, no..."

It is a terrible thing to say to my master, whom I serve. But Titianna didn't look bad either, because, you know, she kept saying.

"Really, that's what it looked like. I don't know about makeup... I really thought it was amazing. Even Maria thought it was amazing, so she must have admitted Die as a makeup artist.... I wonder how long you're going to keep Die from making up."

It's January, Titianna says.

Though he announced his resignation to Mariaj, he was withheld by Mariaj.

Since then, Die has never been allowed to touch Mariage's face.

Mariage currently wears makeup with the help of a samurai, not a die. I was not called to help her with her duties, and other than the sometimes claimed chores, Die was often in the room.

"It helps because Titi is like this, it will be a practice bench"

If you haven't touched a person's face from time to time, your makeup arm will be dull. Catching Titianna, who was also off duty this morning, Die was practicing makeup in his room. So far, she is always happy to lend her face to Die's requests, the most behavioral in the Mizweeli family.

"There's always something else I need help with."

Besides not letting me do my job, other servants are smoking me. And that was because Mariaj had begun to forcefully refuse the dinner and lunch to which she was invited, and the reason for this was because Laura, a samurai-headed lady who saw herself in the die, was looking cold. Or, don't quit on Mariage, you can't escape this situation any more than you're getting nails stabbed.

Live and kill, as well.

In that, Titianna, who takes between herself and the other samurai, was a terribly difficult being.

"Really?"

Titianna tilts her neck as she peeks into the hand mirror.

"I get chores from Die all the time, too. Not each other?

"Is it?

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah."

To Titianna's smile, which was not false, Die took his hand mirror away, remembering the relief. Refresh the mirror in the bag and hang the clasp tightly. He stood up and lifted the toilet that had been placed on the table. In the milky, cloudy water that fills it, two pieces of hand plush are floating that I used to care for my skin.

Discard the water in the bathroom for flushing. Die snuck up and sighed as he watched the water fall into the trough and water distribution pipe.

To Titianna's presence, we are helped.

But the situation now, to be honest, is hard.

Old Song's colleague has a rough face, but he knows that the other servants don't look very good to her, who hangs out closely with Die. For once, I spoke better to keep my distance, but I stopped. Sometimes Mariage's phrase 'if I back off' was caught in the chest, and I didn't want to corner myself any more.

Other than Titianna, Heath, the only one who treats me intimately, seems busy these days and hasn't seen her.

In the flush, milky cloudiness lingers. I have to rinse it off. But going downstairs to replenish the contents of the water drain was also a hundred million hijacks. I stare at the decorative faucet and think. If the tap were alive, we wouldn't have to leave this room.

"Is Die going down to the city this afternoon?

Titianna walks over as she wears the front cover. Die nodded at her inquiry.

"Yep. I have something at the store that I was ordering. Take it."

In other words, I'm going to pick up the shortfall in the product I asked Miguel for a month ago.

"Die, you're going alone, right? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Titianna's face was like a mother when she did her young child alone, and Die laughed unexpectedly. I don't have anywhere to worry about myself just returning to the ancient nest.

"Then it's time for me to get back to work..."

Titianna, standing at the door of the room, peeks into Die's face as she guides. I was going to dispel her concerns and Die laughed brightly as I tried.

"Yes, thank you"

Titianna also taps Die's shoulder lightly, smiling and responding.

"Yeah. Take care, take a breath"

It was a letter from Asma that told Die that Miguel's shop had all the items he was ordering.

Consideration would be given to not smelling a bit of Die's background that he was a florist. The letter was sent purposefully in the name of someone I knew outside Hanaya. The letter of parenting, which I haven't seen in a long time, had been concluded with a wishful phrase that simply spelled out the recent situation of the people of the flower streets, including her, hoping they were used to a new life. It doesn't say show your face. I think that sounds asma. Even if she loves herself, she doesn't spoil it.

Thinking of Mariage, I think of several types of makeup shapes that look good on her, and I draw them up on paper. And we picked up lunch early, and Die left the Mizweeri family.

Downhill, head through the gate to the boarding carriage.

Die arrived at his destination around noon a little.

The die that opened the doors of the blue-gray painted grocery store flashed that the rarity was a continuation.

"Miguel, why are you awake?

"You didn't come to the store to say hello sooner."

The owner groans softly, poking his cheek cane at the long desk behind the store. While closing the door, because, Die shrugged his shoulder.

"I thought I had to wake you up today."

"Are you alone today? We used to come here without the crowd flowing."

"... I just walked right into the back road. If you stray from the sidewalk, no one will either."

When Die insisted on what he had done alone, Miguel put his jaw on the top plate of his desk looking badly disappointed. I can see the reason for his disappointment without asking.

"I'm sorry, I came alone. Heath is a busy man."

"I want to see my man. I want to fuck a man."

"Please, don't say that in front of Heath"

I'm going to be suspicious of my personality playing friends with this guy.

There will be no more Heath visiting here.

Looking back at Miguel, who sighs heavily, Die just decided to get down to business.

"Asma wrote to me that I had received the cosmetics.... Alvey's here, isn't he?"

A month ago, I think back to the sorcerer I took care of in the wilderness. All the pieces Die was asking Miguel for were at her disposal.

"Oh, that woman, Alvey?

"It's Alvina. Didn't you ask for your name?

"I'm trying not to ask you the names of my guests."

"Really?

Miguel nods and adds that he doesn't want to get into trouble. I guess it's his own defense, having a lot of unfamiliar people in his customers.

"Soon after that, I brought your stuff. I wish I knew you, but I can't believe I really did..."

As Miguel had received in half a joke about the night spent at Alvina's house, Die was also beginning to wonder, as the day passed again, if that was a dream then. But it all meant that it was an undisputed reality. Alvina delivered the rest for the die, as promised.

"I'd like to see Alvey again."

It warms my heart to think back to the care-giving magician.

Miguel, who poked his cheekstick, moaned as he scuffed down the stretch.

"You'll see him."

"I'm sure of it, Miguel."

"That's right."

He shrugged his shoulders, letting his empty fingertips turn to the back at will.

He's still here today.

"... Huh?

It was almost at the same time that the die shifted her gaze to where she was pointed and the woman snickered her face out from the back.

"Thank you so much for lending me your hand wash!

Thanks for the help. Wow, and the slightly fluent woman's voice echoes into the narrow store. Die stuck his breath in his familiar voice and gazed.

"Alvey!?

The woman who appeared from behind was nothing more than a magician living in the white sand wilderness, who helped herself attacked by thieves.

Stopping at the die scream, Alvina narrows her eyes.

"Oh, Die. Glad to see you again."

Unexpectedly a fever struck the back of his nose at its soft voice, which sounded delightful, and Die rushed to force between his eyebrows. I wasn't expecting you to cry just because you were called out for admiration. I'm amazed at how hungry I was about someone who talks to me intimately.

Approximately the silent die, Alvina was looking around for something a little bit.

"Aren't you with Heath today?

To her tilting her neck, Die laughed as she shook her head in denial. Because I remember the same interaction I had with Miguel.

"I'm alone today"

"Oh yeah."

A few minutes paler than the owner of this shop, Alvina showed satisfaction.

"That's too bad"

"Maybe Heath will be sorry, too."

Yes, and she smiles. Miguel, who leaks bump discontent at the difference in response next to it, was properly ignored.

Alvina walks over as she bypasses her desk in a relaxed foothold, paying off the copper hair hanging on her shoulder.

"Alvey. Thank you for everything."

To her, who stopped in front of her, Die lowered his head with a pepper.

"And I'm sorry. I'm gone without thanking you...... I was moving here before I even knew what I was doing."

I went to bed to say hello and slept, and when I woke up in the morning, I was already in this Miguel shop. I am not sure in what way the hell I moved, but I am certain that I relaxed in conveying my thanks to Alvina.

"It's okay, don't worry about that"

He twitches and strokes Die's head at his long fingertips, and Alvina laughs. I wasn't dissatisfied with the treatment of the child, but I can't shake off the benefactor's hand. Looking up at her as she growled up, Die tilted her neck to its inclusive smile.

"That, could Alvey have brought it over here by magic?

Doubts remain about how time goes by, but that explains it when it comes to travel. I don't want a reason why he's suddenly gone, or why Alvina knows his face.

"Die, it's not stupid."

But Miguel denied the idea of Die.

"There's no way you can do that with magic that people can carry far away. It was a long time ago."

A long time ago, when magicians were still proud of their power.

Miguel smiles at this prediction when it's a lost technique. To his remarks, Alvina remains silent.

Die dropped his shoulder and decided to switch the subject.

"Alvey, are you selling herbs today?

"Oh, man."

She nodded, glancing at the corner of the room. And when he looked at them, the grasshoppers, bracketed with strings, were making small mountains in the crate.

"I'm here in the meantime. Take what Die was asking for first. But you didn't get it yet."

"Oh, I was!

I was told the story and remembered. I came to get what I had ordered.

"Miguel"

"Yes, sir."

The shopkeeper, who had responded with a completely unmotivated reply, placed the wrap on the top of his desk in a slow motion. The brown wrap has the name of a die running on it. At the time Alvina brought it here, I guess he put the load together and put it away for me.

"I'm not really coming this way either."

While checking the contents of the package, Die told Alvina.

"Not quite, I didn't get out of here."

"Really?

The blinking Alvina smiles with joy.

"So it's an amazing coincidence that we met today."

Nice, to giggle at her, Die agreed.

"That's true."

I've been to Miguel's for years, but I never met Alvina face to face before I knew her. That said, we'll meet again in such a short period of time, etc. Surprise, but glad.

"You guys."

Miguel turns the water to the story when he gets excited about recent developments.

"If you want to talk long, go somewhere else. Damn, anybody and he have been mistaken for a teahouse lately and it's troubling."

The voice was terrible.

rather than.

"You sound asleep."

"The woman beat me up."

Taking Die's allegations, Miguel looks up to Alvina in resentment. The magician, on the other hand, had made an eagle on his cheek, tilted his neck, and flushed his gaze.

"I hope so, Rowen. You'll have to be aware of our opening hours."

Miguel, sighing at the sight, lays down on his back in the chair. It's a sign I'm going to fall asleep on this occasion. I guess it won't go in the back because it will soon be official opening time.

"Hey, Die, are you free after this?

"Huh?"

Watching the shopkeeper abandon the customer's opponent with a glance, Die flashed at Alvina's abrupt inquiry.

"Free, are you?

"Yeah."

The sorcerer nods.

"Just for a second. I won't take that long, so why don't we have tea together? I just have a store I'd like to go to, but there, I just feel like going in there alone."

Why don't you go? And Alvina invited Die.

It's not until night that I'm free. Though there was plenty of time to spare, Die leaned over with hesitation. I thought back to my colleagues in the Mizwieri family who still work today. It doesn't make their job any easier just because I got back early.

Anyway, I am currently in a position to be distanced from Mariage. When it comes to work, the chores on the back are at best the mountain of Sekiyama. Besides, I don't know the guidelines, and I can only help when Titianna's hand is available to teach me how to do my job.

"No?"

Die smiled at Alvina, who took Die's wrist and pursued him.

"... a little, if only"

Sometimes I was invited because Titianna's words about coming to breathe came back to life.

But the other reason I was invited was because there was something I wanted to ask her when I could see her again.

It was trivial, but not surprising.

Her 'that' behavior.