The Queen’s Cosmetician

"This is, well, not quite"

Standing beside the die, Alvina raised her admiration as she laid her hands on her hips and looked up at the mansion.

"Fine mansion. I'm going in and out."

"Hmm, wouldn't that be nice..."

I know it's an irresponsible statement, but I'm not sure. Take one acquaintance outside, especially before everyone who hates entering through the other side of the gate. As he cooled his liver to a hunch that he had to calm down about what was going to happen as a result, Die guided Alvina to a whim for servants.

"Let's go, Alvey. This way, sir."

Die knocks on the door but quickly, or permission to enter returns.

"Go ahead."

Though it's creeping through the door, you thought it was a familiar voice. Alvina blinks with her pussy, gazing at the Lord of her voice to see if she is Heath to Die. Die told her with a smile that the speculation was correct and slowly opened the door.

"Oh, you're here"

Heath, standing in front of the oak desk, welcomed this one as she rolled a bunch of paper. My gaze is dropped at hand. Slightly hey, he handed the paperwork he seemed to have finished looking through to Kilim, the deacon who would refrain from beside him.

Kilim, who thanked me, only mesmerizes me and leaves the room.

"It's been a while, Heath. How have you been?

As soon as she entered the room, she stopped, and Alvina raised her voice in delight at Heath's appearance. He also responds to her with his nostalgic eyes narrowed.

"Yep. Thank you very much for that verse."

"No, thank you."

We made the reunion greeting quick, and Heath turned to the servants who were waiting in the corner of the room. Laura, the samurai-head, and Meribel, the samurai, and one butler. The head of the samurai looks seemingly faceless. But given the depth of the wrinkles engraved between the eyebrows, it didn't seem like they were welcoming new guests. Meribel, who pretends to be calm, also has her eyes swimming. The deacon's youth had only Kilim's men on the board with no expression on them, but wrapped around a tingling air.

Tension drifting indoors.

Die really wanted to look up to heaven to see what would happen next.

"Laura. This is Alvina. I want you to go into the mansion today and repair the mansion."

In contrast to the tense servants, I didn't see how I felt about Alvina. He's also been around again, wearing a white coat with a stitched hem in silver and Zhu and a tight black belt. That outfit, which magicians of things that were never flashy preferred to wear, gave rise to a transcendental atmosphere that would convince Alvina to be an armed magician, even from the viewpoint of the uninformed.

Referred by Heath, Alvina smiles softly. Graceful courtesy. I wonder where you remembered. Die had just learned, too, courtroom ceremony courtesy.

Laura relieves herself of slight vigilance when she first looks poisoned by an unexpected thank you in Ichii.

"Let me be the first to confirm. How many days will it take?"

Alvina questioned her as she cut out the story with an unchallenged voice.

"Can you tell me when was the last time you made an adjustment?

"About twenty years ago, the technique of 'protection' was adjusted by a magician from Maisemble. Other procedures go back from there for another decade or so. If you would like more records, we will provide them."

"Oh, well, please. I don't know how many days it will take until I look at the procedure. Let me inspect you today, and then I'll respond. Are you all right, sir?

"Yep."

Satisfied with Alvina's unparalleled answer, Laura bends her mouth edge slightly upward.

"This is Meribel, the samurai, and Azazel, the butler."

And she showed the samurai in the palm of her hand.

"One day today, the two of you will guide you. Please let them know if you need anything. Meribel."

"Yes."

"First, show this person to the room where you will be staying. Briefly explain when doing so. Azazel, please follow me. We'll have an adjustment record, so we can meet up with it."

"Yes."

"Well, I'll show you around."

A forward Meribel leaves the room, taking on the guide. Alvina, who let the die meditate with one eye, waved with a flicker and followed the samurai out of the room. Laura and Azazel each gave a bow of grace, followed by them.

The door closed quietly and the room took the form of only myself and Heath being left behind.

"Sounds fine."

Make sure everyone sees a watermark across the door that disappeared, and Heath shrugs.

"I'm kind of surprised Alvey's answering properly,"

I agreed with Heath, Die nodded.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think I couldn't get an answer or anything..."

"I know what you mean. I also didn't expect her to behave like a magician who lived at will, as if she were really sent by Maisemble. It must be because of Mrs Huntingdon's de-alerting."

"Alvey, you were meeting the way you worked at the castle."

"Maybe he was serving somewhere. Perhaps that was the magician who had fallen from the doomed Maisemble. Given her arms, it's not impossible"

I don't know the exact age of Alvina. Is the appearance in the late twenties something like that? I hear that some people with high intrinsic magic become more relaxed in getting older. If she's a little older than she looks, it's not surprising that she served in Maisemble when she was younger.

As far as Laura and the others are concerned, things are going to be good.

The die, who had obviously leaked a soothing exhale, felt his gaze and corrected his residence. Heath is watching us. I accidentally laid my eyes on the apology.

"... excuse me"

"No. To tell you the truth, I was worried too"

Heath confesses to a bitter mix of laughter.

"Worried?"

"Yep."

He smiled and nodded at the die who raised his face and asked back.

"Probably do the same thing you thought. For example, Alvina answers somewhere off and buys Ms Huntingdon's unhappiness."

"Then why did you agree to hire Alvey?

Alvina is certainly an skilled magician, but her identity is vague, and she is a stranger to living alone away from the city. Hire such a person anew into a mansion where even a sense of urgency exists. There's no way Heath could have thought of that danger. Because die is a good example.

Die thought the proposal would be immediately rejected when he told him a story about how to hire Alvina in the short term, in a way that would push Titianna off the momentum. However, after consulting with the Deacons, Heath had asked Die to contact Alvina.

"From the beginning, it was time to find a magician to adjust."

Heath answered.

"As the Queen's race approaches the end, so does the opportunity to invite people here. I've never taken care of a mansion."

The request to Alvina is for the adjustment of all sorcery ceremonies located on the Mizwieri family premises. From the magic that increases the durability applied to the building, to the magic that is used in the life carved into the fine equipment, and of course the magic about Titianna's desired water supply, as a magician who inspects and coordinates a wide range of techniques, is temporarily not employed by the Mizwilli family. During the period until the adjustment is completed, the die is also asked to stay in an annex where he lives, and the salary is subject to consultation, on the condition that

"I know Alvina is a well-armed sorcerer, and she's not a bad hit. Because I can put my trust in you for taking care of you overnight and knowing the crowd, and most importantly, it seemed like it would be cheaper than looking for and hiring other bad magicians. I didn't even seem obsessed with money."

"... is that why"

In fact, Alvina, who undertook the request, has offered a minimum wage. She says it's a job that she takes on with ease to the degree of public study, so she can feel it's expensive. He also said that he would be glad to give me a ride if I could get a job done.

"And I didn't know what Titianna was talking about."

"... what Titi says?

"Yep."

Leaning his neck, Die looked up at Heath. With one hand touching his desk, he looks down at this one quietly.

In retrospect, it's also been a long time since Heath and I have met each other face-to-face. When I visited Heath the other day to talk about Alvina, there was Titianna, the tenant who came up with the proposal.

His pale eyes narrowed slightly.

"Die, are you okay?

Question spinning with a quiet voice. But I don't know what the hell he's leading.

"What? Um, what is it?

"Dear Mariage, it will be the same"

"... Oh, you mean that"

I finally understood the intent of his question and Die smiled.

"Uh, excuse me. If you're going to fire me and that's going to make it easier."

A month and a half is about to pass, kept away from the mariage. Clearly, it is a rather unsatisfactory situation.

"It won't be good."

"But you can afford to hire a free makeup artist, you don't have one at the Mizweeri house, do you? As I said before, for now, I don't need this month's salary."

Food and shelter are guaranteed. That's enough for now.

"That's not how it works"

Heath overlaps and denies Die's opinion.

"Wouldn't it be economical if I turned to Alvey for my salary?"

And he became tannic and covered his face with one hand.

"Oh... why are you turning your head in such a weird place"

Apparently, this idea is incomprehensible.

Die sighed, slowly overlapping the explanation.

"Heath. Even in Flower Street, geishas who can't take customers have to quit. Even if you want to keep them, then things won't stand up."

"Retaining you is an order from Lady Mariage. Not out of love. And it's not just Mariaj who keeps you away. I decided that you would be better off. How do you do that on your own, we'll be more reprimanded"

"Then you should explain to Master Mariage that you can't afford to leave a servant who can't fulfill his role, so that he can choose to fire me or get me back to work. Different?

Heath peels her eyes off and stares at her like she's stunned. Why should they react like that? Distorted his mouth, Die continued his words.

"The truth is, I'm a party, so I think it would be best if I spoke to Master Mariage. But Maria's right. She'll never see me again."

It's not just that I can't get into a place for lunch or dinner. Mariage doesn't face this one thoroughly.

He wants to talk to me. He asks me to take care of him, but I'm just done getting turned down.

"... If this situation doesn't work, that's it, I can't help it. But even though I didn't do anything about it, I can feel it when I get paid..."

"Are you... is that okay?

"Huh? What?

"So."

Heath absurds her voice. Seeing the insurance that shot him in the face, Die mumbled.

"In some circumstances, you will be dismissed from this job"

"But you'd rather go somewhere in my arms, where you need me, than be confused without a job"

"Do you want to quit your job here?

"No. Heath. I'm a makeup artist."

Die laughs and repeats to Heath, who looks suspiciously at her face.

"I'm a makeup artist, Heath. I'm not quitting. I want to go where you need my arm."

As a single craftsman, it is the will of the country where the people who ask for one move live.

The only insistence, left to the distorted self.

"I came here because you wanted me, my arm. That's why I'm here. But if it's not going to help."

You won't even have to be here.

Die swallowed the word.

"Another reason I nominated Alvina for Ms Huntingdon is because I hoped she would be on your side"

Block Die's words and Heath tells him quickly. The face was only tough.

"You are now isolated in this house. Your statement may be the starting point, but you have decided to be prepared for it. This situation is due to the selfishness of Master Mariage. Titianna seems to care about you, but she's been working in this house for a long time. There are other servants, and it doesn't always work for you."

Put it down for a beat, the man says.

"But Alvina has nothing to do with those things. I'm sure he'll be on your side more than anyone else in this house."

That's why he recommended it.

A confident whisper.

Die glanced back at the man.

"Oh, also... or didn't you think about it? He said things would get worse."

How bad does it make Laura and the others feel to have new arrivals, especially humans coming from the 'other side of the gate'? Put yourself up on the shelf and groan low.

"I know, I know."

Even naturally, Heath nodded.

"You said it earlier. I thought about it, too. So you're relieved that Alvina seemed to be handling it well."

"What were you going to do if Alvey behaved rudely!?

From the graceful work and the smooth exchange, the samurai head seems to have recognized Alvina as the one who gave his share, but I wonder what Heath was going to do if the situation was the opposite of the status quo.

"I thought you'd be okay"

Shah, Heath states.

"For once, I did the same for the letter Alvina sent me when she took on the request."

Die was stunned. Heath asked me to give Alvina a seal, but I thought it was all contractual.

Just so you know, there's no pull.

Should I be flattered, or should I be flattered?

He smiles small and bitter at himself as he stares up.

"... Well, that thank you was unexpected. I didn't think I could thank you for the nobility ceremony like that."

"... Heath"

In response to the call, the man narrows his pale eyes and tilts his neck.

Die smiled.

"... thank you"

So far, I didn't even need you to distract me.

Shouldershrugged Heath took the paperwork from the desk and squeaked with a clear look.

"I'm the one who brought you here. Responsible."

Looking away from his desk, he seems to be headed somewhere.

Let's go, he urged, and the die lined up beside him groaned unexpectedly.

"You can't say that to a woman."

It may be a shade of light, but that way of saying it is easy to buy a woman's discomfort.

Heath beside Die's point gave him a huge sigh of relief.