The Queen’s Cosmetician

Mariage, who is supposed to be fighting studying in her room this time, follows the deacon's youth and walks in early enough. The samurai's head's response to the mistress, who had suddenly entered into the noise, was unchanged and pale.

"This is Master Mariage."

Says Laura, who broke her hips once to thank her and stretched her spine again.

"Excuse me. This noise will soon subside. Forgive me for bothering you."

"I'm asking you what the fuss is, Laura. Are you listening to people? Who told you to apologize?

Laura lays down her gaze at Mariage, who commands you to speak. The lady's head turned to the face of trouble.

"I will now be brief. Please forgive me for reporting on such occasions. A temporarily hired sorcerer and grain became an argument. It's up to everyone to talk about taking responsibility and asking Die to quit his job."

"Everybody, that's us."

"Titi!"

Don't break the waist of the story, Die pulled the hand of the samurai. Titianna, who was killed of momentum, looks down at the die with a puzzled face and complains low.

"Why would you do that?!?

"Fine!

It gets easier when Titianna enters into a conversation between Mariage and Laura. As the die intensified her tone, she bit her lower lip in an uninterrupted manner.

"... she's the magician you hire."

A glimpse of Alvina, nestled next to the kitchen chief, makes Mariage groan.

"What the hell is the relationship between those two arguments and Die?

"It was Die who introduced the sorcerer, Dear Mariage. And it seems to be the Die that triggered the argument."

"Die was on the spot?

"Is that me?

Suddenly Mariage spoke to him, and Die shook his head in denial as he pointed to himself.

"No, I wasn't there..."

"So you two didn't just fight on your own?

"But you can't overlook the noise that comes from being involved in a die to keep it standing."

"What? What were you making so much noise?

Die was stunned by Mariage's remarks. And now I want to groan. Titianna and others beside her also accumulate the frustration from earlier and completely change her complexion, which is likely to catch on to her husband.

Mariage does not know the tension between Die and the other servants.

She answers the question silently, pointing her fingertips when she doesn't know why.

"He's too disrespectful to you, isn't he? Dear Mariage,"

Laura mumbled when she said something without knowing that she was reluctant. Her voice to pull back the story is as calm as she tells her child.

"Even though I'm tired of Queen's Election ritual, I know the die will disturb the air and never rest my heart. But it won't be long."

"Because you make me quit Die?

"Yes."

The faceless smile on her usual nervous face, and Laura nods forcefully.

"He is not for the good of Lady Mariage. Together, we think so."

"Phew."

Mariage threw a careless reply to the head of the maid who complained with a certain fever. (i) There is nothing to worry about, such as the advancement or withdrawal of the servant? Everything seems ridiculous at once, and Die sneaks off his shoulder. I was driven by the urge to go back to my room now and pack my stuff.

"Laura."

Mariage's voice standing in front of the die is unexpectedly sharp.

With her hands on her hips, she glanced up at Laura half-eyed and asked quietly.

"Since when have you been the master of this house?

"... what?

Laura groans with the look on her face just saying she was struck by the impression. For the first time, Die witnessed her look dumbfounded.

Try to fold into the silent Laura, Mariage asks.

"You, since when can you decide not to quit as a servant without my permission, have you become the master of this house?

"But Dear Mariage,

"Say it. Who's the master of this house?

"... it's Dear Mariage"

The old woman speaks plainly, even as she floats the colour of perplexity. Mariage snorted contentedly.

"Laura, you've been serving this house the longest, and you know everyone better than I do. I think you can manage your servants as you please. But you tried to make up your mind without me reporting it, didn't you? How long have you been so great? Aren't you the one who hasn't been polite? You didn't even come to me to hire a magician, did you?

Once the words were separated, the young lord of the Mizwieri family saw Heath, who had remained silent since she appeared on this occasion.

"I'll tell you what, Heath asked me if I could hire him when he was a die and when he was a magician over there. Even though you don't want me to see your face."

"It's... it's our proxy, and it's a natural duty for him to include a report to Master Mariage"

"That's right. Naturally. So you can decide who he hires and who he wants to quit."

To Mariage's remarks, it breathes as if the surroundings have become stiff. Die also stared back at Mariage again - after all, she is never foolish.

That's what Mariage says, that there is no right to decide on the appointment or dismissal of a servant if he fails to do so.

"But he'll have to obey me if I say no. Heath serves me just like you."

"But... Die is not for Mariage."

You thought your minutes would be bad if you kept talking like this, and Laura tries to pull the argument back. Mariage raised an absurd voice to her like that.

"You're retarded! How long have you been so retarded?!?

Yeah, and Mariaj steps on it. And besides the thought, it resonated loudly in the hallway. A thin chain of gold down from Laura's glasses can shake loudly as if it represents agitation.

Mariage continued screaming at the head of the samurai pulling her dry thin lips.

"Die is not for me!? That's for me to decide!

"I have long - Master Mariage's mother has only been a child - and no, I have been serving this house for more than a long time! Are you going to scorn both my opinions of ancient ginseng!?

"You idiot!? That's not what I'm talking about right now! I'm sure you've never come to talk to me about how a die wouldn't do me any good!... okay? Laura."

Lowering his voice, Mariage asserts irritably.

"It doesn't matter if it's old or new. I decide who the hell is for me and who the hell isn't for me. It's not up to you to decide. If you're complaining, quit."

Laura stood on the spot.

The inability to move was the same for everyone. Everyone gathered here is losing their words and staring at Mariage.

Die is no exception.

When I returned from the realm of oblivion, I saw Mariage in front of me.

"Die, come here for a second"

"Huh? is, ah, huh?

The wrist was brutally taken and the die got out of the wild horse's ring in the form of a half-dragged. Ask Mariage, who leads by pulling his wrist with a goof, letting his leg be.

"Ma, Master Mariage?

"Shut up!

"... Yes"

Mariage slowly walked ahead on her early feet, gagging at her mouth as she was commanded and releasing her to throw down the wrist of the die that followed her.

Go down the hallway and up the stairs.

We arrived in Mariage's room.

"Come on in."

As he hesitated to enter the room, Mariage's reprimand flew. Die steps in. No, she slams the door shut and locks it.

"You."

Mariaj, turning back to the die, sighed with exuberance.

"What the hell is that?!? What kind of noise did you make?

"I mean the noise... it's hard to explain to me, too"

"Mostly, why are you looking like your HR when you're trying to make me quit!?

"Huh? No. Well, if I quit and the place fits in circles, I guess so."

"... you want to quit?

Clouding her face, she asks seriously. I guess I'm thinking back to when Die asked her to resign before. With a bitter smile, Die shook his neck to the side.

"No. I don't want to quit."

To be honest, I don't want to lose my job even though I can't see ahead where I quit.

"Then that's fine."

With her jaw pulled, she glared at the die half-eyed.

"As I said before, if you back off, don't be depressed. Bug spit runs, that good boy."

"Ah... uh, excuse me"

Mariage was right, it was the second time I had received this attention. Die bows his head with a pepper. But Mariage turned her back on the apology in an indifferent manner. I start walking towards the table.

Forgetting I was scolded and making the same mistake is my downfall, but there is something that comes to mind when you can leave the field without even looking at me like that. By and large, who do you think caused this?

Mariage leaned her neck as she sat down on the chair to the die that gave her a blow.

"What that face. If you need anything, just tell me."

"What the hell is the wind blowing when you've decided to ignore it before?

"Ignore?"

"Didn't you just not allow me to touch your face, but even if I wanted to talk to Master Mariage, I was running away"

The more Mariage escaped from the die, the more tension around her increased. Mariage's reaction was enough to make her believe that Die's presence would make her uncomfortable. It is also natural for them to feel neglected to engage with the die.

To Die's strangulation, Mariage pointed her lips.

"You were the first to say you couldn't make up. I mean, I was running around... 'cause I was depressed when I thought you were gonna preach to me again."

"Sermon?"

"'Cause you smell like a sermon, don't you? annoying."

Would I have spoken so much to her? Looking back, Die stared back at Mariage.

"I didn't like it when you said anything more than that."

She takes the gaze from this one uncomfortably and pokes her cheek wand on the table.

"I wanted time to think"

"Time to think, is it?

"That's right. How do you want to be beautiful? And what kind of people do people follow? You didn't ask me to think about it."

-... yet, were you thinking?

Stunned, Die was stunned.

A month goes by when Die begs her to think. In the meantime, did Mariage keep thinking about these words, which she let go of in anger?

"Honestly, I don't know whether I think about it or not."

The queen candidate girl took her face off her cheek wand and opened her mouth looking at the die.

"I went out with my lunch and I looked at the kids that I thought were beautiful to face, but I still don't know. It's been a month since I did that, and I knew it. If I tried to tell you so much, you'd be making such a scene."

"Whose fault do you think it is?"

"What, is it my fault?

The eye of reproach was turned from the mariage, and the die returned to me. He said he was going to swallow words that stuck up to his throat, but he kept them out.

When this happened, there was no choice, Die bracketed his belly.

"... I thought Master Mariage hated me. Everyone will, too. I think that's why you wanted me to quit."

So it became that kind of noise.

"That's very annoying and unpleasant of you to say. I'm not offended.... If you're really uncomfortable, I'm kicking you out, and I wouldn't even think about what you said. It's stupid."

"Then why didn't you say anything? I don't know if you want to think about it, even if you say things face to face."

"I will. You will."

Blocking Die's words, Mariage affirmed.

"I'll borrow Laura's words, but that's not what you're reluctant to do. I'm not being polite to my husband."

"... excuse me"

"Fine. It's more depressing not to try to talk to me at a surprising distance."

After sighing carelessly, she grins.

"You're better yet."

The smile she floats was that of those who are tired of loneliness.

I lay my eyes down in a mood I couldn't stand.

"... then, if I was ordered, I should have. I want to think about it, until I talk to you from here, just leave me alone."

If it had been so ordered, the surroundings, and the die, would have been accepted convinced of the present situation without a weird suspicious demon.

"Did I have to tell you?

Mariage asks with her eyes closed like a child.

"If we don't know, we'll all be anxious"

Die nodded with a sigh.

"Me too, I was anxious. You won't know what to do. I'm not going to go on talking about... who people are going to follow... but I'm not going to follow anyone I don't know."

"Why?"

"Anxiously, because I think. I'm afraid I don't know if I should go right or left."

Mariage roars low. They're trying to chew on Die's words.

"... do you know why everyone isn't scared of Maria and trying to talk aggressively?

Die tried to change the subject to give him a slightly more understandable analogy. Despite the abrupt inquiry, Mariage responds honestly while tilting her neck.

"... because I don't like my seizures."

"Right. More properly, because I don't know what the hell touches Master Mariage's mind. Dear Maria, I'm going to have a seizure without touching it."

"Didn't I mistake you for some kind of magic or something that just touches you people and explodes?

"No, I don't think so."

At least, I am.

"But?"

To Mariage, who frowned, Die returned silence.

Mariage, sitting back deeply in the chair, arms together and distorts her mouth uncomfortably.

"... I just don't like not knowing"

What thoughts have moved around and made me a candidate for queen, etc.? And what does everyone really think about that?

I don't like things I don't know, Mariage said.

"You smile and you try to tell me absolutely nothing, it's annoying to those kids. That's why they follow me."

"I don't like it when my husband doesn't know what he thinks."

With a bitter smile, Die said.

"It's nice to be grand and not seem to move if anything happens. For example, you'd rather have a well-framed building than one that doesn't know when it's going to collapse, right?

People prefer things that are easy to understand.

Makeup is also meant to exaggerate people's beauty and make it easier to understand.

Shut up to Die's words. Often, Mariage raised her voice as she tided her cheeks.

"That's it."

"What? What?

Mariage seemed obviously excited, although there was no such thing as absurdity or rambling her voice as usual. Not long ago, she looks like she's shining her expression.

"That's it. That's it."

"Um, so what?"

"Beauty!

Blocking Die's words, Mariage exclaimed.

"Die, I want to be seen that way. Don't move a little bit... to someone like that who doesn't seem lost."

Get yourself out of the chair and try to bite every sound, she insists. The fist made by its luxurious hands was a sign of a distraction.

"I don't know what kind of queen I'd like. But I want to be beautiful."

Once the words are separated, Mariage bites her lower lip like when she is in pain. And I hesitated to open my mouth.

"... I heard your father was disappointed when I was born. To your mother, I'm nothing like her."

One and the other narrative. There's something like a scratch in there peeking.

She squeezed her combined hands on her knees and slightly glanced at Mariage. But a moment later, that was the unwavering glance she wanted at the die.

"Because your mother was a beautiful person. Because he was beautiful and he was a snob. I was not alike and I was disappointed. But if you put on makeup, I can hear you say you're beautiful. Beautiful... I can be"

Strong will in walnut-colored eyes, Mariage tells Die.

"I hate to admit it, but if you don't put on makeup, I still won't flatter myself, even if I respond to invitations for lunch or dinner. For the first time you've worn makeup, I can keep my face up. I thought about how you wanted to be beautiful, because you said you couldn't make up without me. I thought about it like never before. -... I want to be someone who's not lost and can't move. Because that kind of person seems beautiful. So from now on, put on makeup so that it looks that way."

Is this it? Die smiles at Mariage, who asks.

"I don't know about Mariage's mother that she was beautiful, but I'm glad to hear that. No one will see the shadow of the man to you. Dear Mariage, you just have to follow your beauty straight."

What can I say about that emotion that crawled up my back?

However, the excitement conveyed throughout the body, causing the blood tide to dawn. Joy. Yes, joy. The chunk is stuck in the back of his throat, and his breath drops on his voice.

Her makeup arm, which she thought was unnecessary, she was so serious, she wanted it.

To that, Die remembered an unmetaphorical joy.

Slowly pack the distance from the mariage and take that hand with hesitation.

Die's hand, Mariaj won't refuse. She is leaning her neck small so as to be sincere about this one.

"Don't shake, don't get lost"

I can put my strength into my own hands wrapping the hands of a soft girl.

"Let me swear that I will make you beautiful, as you were wanted"

Staring at Mariage, Die was sworn in.

"Mine, hang it on your arm"