The Queen’s Cosmetician

"So here's the record of the adjustment so far."

Place your luggage in the room to which it was addressed and go around the mansion while being guided by a samurai. The first young butler to show up with the paperwork he was asking for was in the middle of Alvina watching the mansion's exterior wall procedure.

"Thanks"

Extend your thanks and repeat the received page of paper. The yellow paper was going to tear after rolling too many times. As a precaution, keep the "hold" technique in place as you look through it.

Something struck me and the samurai, who was the guide, disappeared in exchange for the butler. It's a sparsely manned house. I guess I can't just leave myself alone with some work to pile up. Still, someone must be sticking around for surveillance.

Sorcery adjustments are usually performed by magicians who have contracts from generation to generation. Because we have to talk about adjusting the technique to an unknown sorcerer like ourselves, the sorcerer's shortage of talent is also extreme here. To the flow of the world, Alvina secretly leaked a bitter laugh.

As the old lady says she's a samurai head, the technique that was incorporated into the foundation of this mansion, according to the records, has been in the hands of adjustment about twenty years ago. The magician in charge was one sent by the Maisemble of the Devil's Duchy.

Says it was the witch who destroyed his country.

It's ironic. A country born by a witch is destroyed by a witch.

I have a lot to think about, but whatever it was, it was a job now. It's a casual job, but I'm not going to be clueless. It is all the more so since I had received a letter from Heath describing the circumstances surrounding the die. I couldn't possibly improve my newly gained friend's position. But I wanted to keep him from waving.

"This..."

Found the enchantment inscribed on the walls of the mansion, on the base part of the pillar, Alvina crawled her fingers. Phosphorescence is scattered by making the sound of pachi, and formation and technique are projected into the universe. You were surprised, the deacon youth holding his breath behind you.

"Hmm. You're using a cool definition name."

Definitions are like keys to prevent a surgical formula from being easily rewritten.

It's a complicated definition of a Maisenburg operator. It doesn't make much sense to me though.

Alvina missed the definition and overlooked the whole part of the formations that came to light. Tong, and play the next letter. The surgical ceremony unfolds one after another.

In order for the magic to work properly, the object of effect must be detailed in the procedure. Over time, however, the information and circumstances that are being written do not fit together. In buildings, for example, when the size changes due to building increases, the technique ceases to exert its power. It was' tweaking 'to rewrite the procedure to match those new situations.

The adjustment of the procedure was not specialised. I'm better at these things than a friend who would be fighting a stinking book in Negijo by now. But it's fun to watch someone else's combined technique. Be a good head gymnast.

Write down on the paper at hand the matters that need to be examined for adjustment. When you're done writing it all, close the formations you were deploying and move on. A deacon's youth follows him like a shadow.

The perimeter of the mansion is surrounded by well-groomed plants. Walk along the walls of the Plala and Mansion with the intention of strolling through a garden filled with greenery, and confirm the procedure if you find the magic letters. Today, I repeat.

"Hey, you."

He was hung up and Alvina looked back with her knees poked at the lawn.

"What the hell are you doing? A face I don't see."

Soon, the butler's youth has disappeared. Instead, it was the girl who dropped her black brown hair on her back.

"It's an adjustment to the surgery. I've been hired since today. Temporarily, but"

Expanding the next formation into space, Alvina replied.

"Oh, you said that, too."

The girl's monologue falls into the wind and reaches her ears.

Kasari, and the sound of stepping on the soil. A girl lined right next to me circles her walnut-colored eyes as surprised.

"What's this?"

"Mmm. It's called to make this mansion last, a magical formation."

"I've never seen it before."

"Only a magician can expand into the universe like this."

Play a glittering magic formation in the universe with your fingertips. The formation moved in front of the girl as she twirled around, leaving a phosphor and scratching it off.

Reddishing her cheeks, the girl opens her big eyes more and more.

Alvina smiled and resumed her work.

Girl, don't move.

"Taking a walk?

Alvina asks as she writes the information she needs to adjust this formation on Sarasa and Paper.

"That's right."

Girl answers instantly. It was a reply as fast as if I had been waiting to be questioned.

It's a good day.

Looking up into the sky, Alvina said.

Clear skies and warm sunshine. It's walking day.

The girl never lowered her back, and remained on the spot. Its wrinkling between the eyebrows and making fists and nesting seems more like an attempt at challenging than observing Alvina's work.

Bitten lower lip. Feeling bored behind his walnut-colored eyes, Alvina stopped working hands.

"If this is unusual and you want to watch it, stay next door. Sit down. Or is there something you want to tell me?

You're ashamed of being exposed to the stars, dyed red as her face looks all over. But she didn't walk away.

Sitting back where Alvina pointed, the girl holds her knees and opens her mouth.

"... tell me what kind of person you want to follow"

I was also surprised by the tone of the order, but to what I could not see before or after the conversation, Alvina asked the parrot back unexpectedly.

"Do you want to follow me?

"That's right. I want to follow you, human. A man who wants to obey."

The girl groans with a strong force on her finger standing on her holding knee. Fluffy, wind-dancing hair is well cared for and the clothes you wear are simple but tailored.

Confirm who she is. But Alvina looked so strange, and, hey, I conceived.

"What do you think?

"I'm not asking because I don't know if I'm right!

I can hardly bear the objection that that is the way to ask people about things. On the contrary, it's so crazy that I laughed. Apparently, the girl who reveals frustration and pointing her mouth tip offended this one's attitude. Float down with a grumpy face.

"I don't care if I'm right."

Alvina held the girl back.

"What do you think? There's no mistake, so tell me."

"... if it's not right, people won't obey"

"No. It just changes who obeys"

"What do you mean...?

Alvina smiled, telling her to think for herself. I'm not as kind as I would explain to you from one to ten.

"What kind of person do you think people will follow?

"Beautiful man"

The girl who answered Alvina's question instantly dropped her hips that were floating and deposited her cheeks on her knees. The squatting is like a chick in a shell.

"... but I'm not sure anymore"

"Why?"

"They asked me. Then what kind of beautiful person is that? But I don't know... I thought it would be wrong to have people around beautiful people in the first place."

"It's no mistake for people to gather around beautiful people. Butterflies gather around beautiful flowers. The beautiful moon makes me want to love. Same as that. Beauty has power."

"Well, how can I be beautiful?

The girl looked up to Alvina to complain of frustration.

"It's the same thing I did with makeup. If you weren't born beautiful, I knew there was nothing you could do about it. I was born to be beautiful."

"Born pretty, but there are a lot of people who get ugly. On the contrary, some things become more beautiful."

"So how can you be beautiful!?

The girl stood up with the momentum to step on the group Tai. The cheeks are reddish with excitement, and the membrane of tears is thin covering his eyes.

"Let's change the question"

Alvina stood up, lightly paying the dirt and dust attached to her clothes.

"What do you think beautiful people look like?

"... in what way?

"Just beautiful? Or do you have any other thoughts?

If it's just beautiful, people don't follow. Because one thinks something of beauty, one obeys and sometimes fears.

The girl with her eyes down and a slight reticence murmured, well.

"... you look confident. Like I'm straining my chest. What do you mean? Here's the thing... I can see it not moving a little bit."

"So that's the beauty for you"

"What? No, you're not. Aren't you confident because you're beautiful?

"No, the way you act like you're confident, the way you stand up with your chest up, the way you look in your eyes."

No? I asked, but the girl doesn't answer while she's falling apart. Alvina shrugged her shoulders, dropped her hips and resumed work.

"Why did you ask me?

To inquire, the girl remains silent. Alvina redeployed the formations that had been closed, spreading the paper that had been folded for writing. Continue the words as you retrieve the writing instrument.

"Isn't it the quickest way to ask the people around me?"

"... there's no way you're getting a decent response from me. He doesn't even like talking to me."

"Oh. Then who the hell asked you about beautiful people? Didn't you ask that person?

If you compare Heath's letter with the girl's condition, the answer is obvious, no matter who, etc. But Alvina dared to question the girl.

The girl drew her lips and tied them. Only the sound of the wind shaking the periphery often shivers the ear.

"... None, I don't want"

Asked the girl, who opened her mouth with hesitation, Alvina kept her gaze motionless from the art of dancing to the universe.

"Um, with someone who's been asking questions?

"Yes."

"Why?"

"... because it stinks of preaching"

In unexpected response, Alvina looks up at the girl with her shoulder over her shoulder.

"Sermon, suck?

"Yes, it smells like preaching."

The girl, who showed affirmation, laid her hands on her hips and sighed heavily.

"Do this. Ah, please. Here's the thing. Ah, it is. Even when you asked me this question, you yelled at me. I can't help but be angry."

"Are you taking the question of the angry person so seriously?

So much so that he asks himself a stranger. Besides, it's been another month since they threw that question at me.

The inconsistency was strange, and Alvina laughed small. You offended me, the girl stares at this one and roars low.

"Why should I think about it?

"There's nothing wrong with that. Of course. I just wondered why you were so serious."

Alvina looked up at the girl. A contour shaped by mellow lines, smooth stretched limbs, and a face that seems to feel strong. The floating expression is young, but those eyes do not hesitate to look directly into a person's eyes.

The girl speaks clearly with a voice that often passes.

"'Cause that kid, he got mad for me"

With force in her hand gripping her fingertips, she further said.

"At first I thought you'd yell at me or something. It's not bad to hit on my husband, or anything. Don't answer me, or something.... but that kid got mad. You're making fun of me, you pissed everyone off. He was angry for me."

Such a human being, never had one before, the girl shrugged. Walnut-colored eyes dwell in the shadow of dark solitude, unworthy of their adorability.

"So I thought I could think about it. That's all."

An unexpected answer. Alvina is pushed to silence by being poked at the void.

To the silence of the visit, the girl seems to have returned to me. She gently dyed her cheeks to the vermilion and turned her heels back.

"Keep it up, well, good luck. I'm going. Bye."

Are you leaving early because you remember the lightness of leaking your heart?

The footsteps of a distant girl are like running away.

I don't know, the laughter creeps up.

In a situation that wasn't as serious as she thought, Alvina ended up laughing out loud on the spot.

"Alvey is an adult after all"

"What? Talk about what?

Five days after Alvina was hired by the Mizwieri family. Tomorrow morning, on the morning of the Sabbath, Die, who was delayed in his thoughts as he picked up his breakfast, panicked at the voice he had interrupted. He didn't mean to put it in his mouth, but his thoughts were leaking out there.

"Titi"

It is Titianna with a basin with breakfast in her hand who has lowered her back beside her.

"What's wrong with Mr. Alvina?

"Huh? No...... Something is so peaceful that I can get along well with everyone..."

Die spooned the remaining wheat porridge in the plate because of the poor condition in which he had been heard of the silence. Nothing. I wasn't expecting friction between her and the servants, but I get anxious about myself first.

"You certainly don't ask me any questions. I haven't seen magic in a long time."

Once he cut the words to the zero-out absences, rubbing his eyes, Titianna continued the conversation.

"But what's going on in about five days, Die? Why didn't you do something like that? I think he was doing better."

"Really?

"Yeah."

Attracting a pottery jar, she nodded as she sprinkled the stuffed brown sugar inside over the wheat porridge with a spoon.

"He's just adjusting the magic embedded in his mansion, and he doesn't have to deal with people that much, but you had a lot of opportunities to relate directly to Master Mariage. I'm an adult, so I guess that's more of a difference than that, huh?

"... Really?"

"... Speaking of which, it's kind of early this morning, do you have something to do?

"I'm going to ask Mr. Huntingdon to see how he does it. Because I'm only available first thing in the morning."

"... Kuh, it's not painful. Good luck."

Die nodded bitterly in Titianna's sympathetic eyes. Sure, she's right, there's a hard supplement to the modus operandi of being alone with the head of the samurai, but it's far better than not being given anything to do.

I'd love to have a little more chat with Titianna if it's true, but I also have some support for going to study my manipulation. Die stood up and superimposed an empty plate.

and Titianna laughs furiously as she pours pompous and milk into the plate.

"Well, you don't have to worry. You'll have a problem eventually. As early as today."

"Stop the ominous prophecy."

Die groaned as he slurred.

I don't want things to go wrong. From the bottom of my heart Die prayed that nothing would happen. Lately, before bedtime and in the morning, wishing peace to the Lord God is becoming routine.

But God was cruel.

And the sincere desire of the Die was no less, and Titianna's prophecy was to be brilliantly centered in the afternoon of that day.