The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Heath, you didn't come."

Put your hands on your hips, your nose is rough and Mariage groans.

Die groaned unexpectedly at the serious tricks found in the lady.

"Dear Mariage, a little more, boring. Boring."

"Don't talk like Heath. Who's watching?

"But the trick is far from beauty. At least in public again."

Mariage did not throw fans at her, as usual, although she blatantly looked at her face. Instead, he turns his licky eye of observation towards the die. She was obviously amused by the way she dressed up as a die.

"Please, don't look at me that way"

"Don't even ask me not to look at you."

I can't, Mariage assures me. Zero sighs, Die looked down at himself.

What you are wearing is not the usual top and bottom - it is a costume for dinner parties, made with plenty of watermarked woven fabric.

Switched in a high chest position, fluttering and spreading the hem toward the bottom. Unlike Mariage's, it has all the lengths cut around the knee. Finely stacked cubes. The apparently black only costume features a surprisingly refined embroidery, a fine piece of art in which rose patterns float across the hem when the light hits it.

Whatever, woman's.

It's not just costumes. Harassing, brunette , slightly embellished with ornaments. I was even made to make up because I felt uncomfortable with the costume on my face. The face in the mirror is different from the usual.

Wherever you look at it, it's a girl.

"Where have you been sourcing from? This costume."

He said, "He's got something in his luggage."

"Huh...? Is that what happened?

"That's not normal.... my childhood clothes... but not at all, hey"

The gaze Mariage brings in so many different meanings that she wants to abandon her thoughts.

One of them, is it frightening? It may taste boring. How fitting this far, Mariage says. So much so that Die was impressed with himself as well. The pitch-black costume often appeared in my moon-colored eyes. It is only said to be for children and is less exposed, successfully hiding the flatness of the die's body. I was well acquainted with the fact that my original hair color was sometimes pitch-black, and I had long hair, which reminded me of what my mother looked like. I still look a lot like her.

"Well, if you're dressed like that, you can see Arishuel up close."

Apparently, the idea is that if you wear dinner clothes and get mixed up with your children, you'll be able to get close to Arishuel without anyone blaming you. The proposal is, of course, mariage.

"I didn't mean to say I wanted to see Master Arishuel..."

Die cursed his earlier far-fetched remarks.

"I found it earlier when I got dressed, and I put it on a die, and it sounded funny and I was talking."

"Seems..."

This thought of Mariage must contain a return of interest in the boredom of the dinner party. Die dropped his shoulder tired - distracted by the change in color of Mariage's gaze, he frowned.

"Dear Mariage?

"I'll have you explain."

When I leave, my husband says.

I didn't ask back what.

Eyes down, Die nods to acceptance.

"Yes."

The explanation Mariage wants is for this body.

A body that has stopped time as it begins to grow. Meaning. Reason for that.

This, distortion.

When I first met her, Mariaj praised me for not being a child yet.

I don't know if I would consider a luxurious die for the year, but it was only then that Mariage touched on the subject of her body. Maybe he was simply not interested. But no matter how indifferent, I can't help but want to ask if I see it that way. I had a headache just thinking about how I explained it.

Well, up close, I heard some kind of covert whisper. I see two ladies exchanging words not so far away in the eyes of a dye who raised her gaze. A gaze filled with scorn and cold laughter, hiding from a fan that hides its mouth. Mariage beside him frowns at that gruesome gaze.

"Die, you're not leaving me."

"... Yes"

Titianna advised me. The aristocratic society is narrow. Rare faces are easy to see.

But while it also gets my attention, it seems more deceptive to be beside Mariage than to walk alone poorly. He says it's because he can excuse himself as the daughter of a nobleman who follows the Mizwilli family. The children of lower aristocrats who originally supported Mariage rarely show up, so even rare faces are not suspicious. He wouldn't mind walking without an invitation if there were two of them.

Had Heath returned, he would have stopped the mariage rampage. But before he could return, the designated deadline was imminent, and Titianna, who was anxiously about to fall, dropped him off, leaving the modem behind.

While silently following Mariage, Die was feeling her stomach getting heavier from nervousness and anxiety. Really, how can you look at me like this?

But that gloomy mood that was eroding his chest was blown away by the light that had just dazzled his eyes as well, which attacked him the moment he stepped into the venue.

"... eh"

Song. Music. Dance. A backward perfume scent. Men and women, laughing.

What fills the field is similar to those common to flower streets. But absolutely different.

Decorated pillars. One picturesque wall. Attractive stone lights to decorate the ceiling.

Dancing men and women.

The musicians dressed up. Music that can be played from there. A song that resonates with Ron.

Luxurious and rotten.

End of the line, the world.

"Die."

Die returned it to me. In a focused vision, a stopped mariage offers his hand with hesitation.

"Come. I told you. Don't leave me."

"... Yes"

Die clenched his hand wrapped in gloves.

Mariage pulls the die's hand and begins to go back down the hall. All those gathered did not hide their surprises in the rare face she walked with as they paved the way for the Queen's candidate. And whoever seeks to speak to her, he is not alone.

With his hands drawn, Die steals a look at Mariage.

Her face, stretching out her spine and letting others give way, undoubtedly belongs to a lady of higher nobility. Rin, beautiful.

There's no shadow of a girl, eclampsia if you can't be queen.

One bears a house that can be counted as a senior aristocrat and is the figure of a daughter chosen as a candidate for queen.

I wonder what's wrong with this figure.

Mariage and Die stopped at the edge of the venue. At the same time as I look over the venue behind the wall, the supply comes as I predicted it would be around the time. In the basin he holds, there are more than one tall glass of glass filled with light peach liquid, put on it.

"Die, take it. Whatever. Two."

"Yes, sir"

I'm ordered to pick a cup nearby with an indelible hand. From the hand of a die wondering what to do with the cup blocking both hands, Mariage took only one.

"That's for you."

Shows with her eyes the cup she left at the disposal of the die.

"Uh, thank you"

"Drink."

"... Yes"

I'm pretty sure I remembered my thirst from nervousness. Die honestly put his mouth on the cup.

"Kofu."

I coughed up the taste of liquid that slipped down my throat.

"Hey, what's going on?

Mariage asks with her eyes round. Die wiped his mouth unconstructively and became tannic when he realized his hands were covered in silk. Hold your mouth down as you pass and do the hand on your chest to keep your gloves clean. And Die looked up at Mariage, coughing up small.

"Kefukofu... this, alcohol, is it?

"That's right.... Can't you drink?

"I don't like it...... Master Mariage, can you drink?

"Of course. It doesn't just taste a little different"

"Oh, I don't think so."

The liquor slipping down as you roast your throat is fruit liquor or slightly sweet. I also helped with the colors and at first glance I didn't know it was booze. It's something I wasn't wary of, so I've had quite a few drinks in one bite.

As soon as I become aware of drinking, my face lights up and my thoughts start to dull.

(Oh, I can't because this is it)

Asma also told me to be able to drink sooner or later, but I really can't like the sense of equilibrium and the deprivation of reason. It seems that some people are unaffected by alcohol, but the die was no good. Liquor immediately erodes the consciousness and body of the die.

"Die."

Die, who was looking up at his face with his hand, raised his face to Mariage's call.

"Yes."

"That's Melia Carsung. Next door is Kristel Whistlewism"

Two girls stood where Mariage pointed from behind the fan. Same as Mariage, queen candidate. Covering up his mouth with a fan, he's bickering.

"Are you close?

"Those two? Not at all."

Mariage denies the question of the die out of her mind.

"It sucks. Yeah, and you and I are praising each other for killing each other."

"... ha"

The truth is something we don't know when we say we look very close to each other. We need to pretend to have a good relationship that far, but where the hell is it? I don't understand by Die.

"There are people nearby who are confused."

"Those are the gifts of those kids. the surroundings of lower aristocracy"

Mariage sighs as she folds the fan properly.

"It means you're being seen like that, too."

"... ha"

I see. Does that mean I don't have a problem walking one or two people?

"Usually, do you bring people like that?

"I'll call you sometimes. But I don't usually take anyone with me. I can't take you, but I'm guessing you're right."

Die glanced up at Mariage, who had zero laughs of self-derision. You noticed that gaze, she shrugs her shoulders.

"What. 'Cause it's true. We don't have much money."

Mariage said.

"You taught me that it takes money to do anything. That's why I found out. We have to take care of him to bring his youngest son downstairs to dinner. That, too, costs money. But we can't do that. That's why I only walk with you sometimes. Really sometimes."

I guess all the nobles invited to the Gertrude family tonight know about it. That's why she gets insulted.

And praise her with disrespect. With jealousy and disdain as to why people in such houses have been chosen as queen candidates. Earlier, the two ladies who had thrown an obvious glance at the Dies must have given them a rare mariage with a treat.

To repentance and anger, bite your lower lip.

"Die. Stop."

"Huh?"

"My lips hurt. What a face."

"... because"

There's no point in immersing yourself in a world like this making Mariage want to have a seizure.

Die himself, for this short period of time, wants to break out just by putting himself down.

Peeping into Die's face, Mariage laughed ridiculously.

"Weird kid.... Oh, look, there's Silviana over there. Silviana Bethleim"

Beat Die on the shoulder, Mariage points to the corner of the hall. Ahead there was a daughter who was thanking a man. She's Silviana. Apparently, I just finished dancing one song.

"Weird."

Mariage roared as she pushed the tip of the fan against her chin.

"I don't see Alishuel at heart."

I looked around a bit, I knew I wasn't, and Mariage groans. When key people are away, there's no point in Die being here.

Die, who was face-to-face with Mariage wondering what was going on, looked back at the person in sight.

Nestled there is a young man with flax hair and eyes, a raunchy grin.

"... Rodimus"

The young man grinned and smiled at Mariage's call and took her hand.

"Excuse me, Mariage. In a good mood. Sorry I'm late to say hello."

"Are you going around saying hello to each and every queen candidate, Your Highness?... go away somewhere."

"I came to invite you to a song, but you're not connected. Normally, everyone blushes if I come to ask them out."

"If Your Highness invites you, everyone blushes their cheeks with excitement."

"You're not."

'Cause I don't like you.

"Let me get this straight."

"Die. Be gone"

"... erm"

The young man opened his eyes wide, acknowledging the die who could not read the flow of the story and groaned.

"Oh, this is a lovely young lady. I can't believe I've ever missed what I did."

That said, he takes this hand. Die grew furious at the signs that he was going to mouth on the back of his hand.

In front of a stiff die, Mariage slaps the man's hand off very calmly.

"Don't you dare touch mine."

"I can't wait to see the strength of that spirit. I don't know why everyone wants Alishuel."

"We're all just crazy. You're a pervert."

"No, I'm gonna be terribly honest with you."

The man with a bitter smile turned to the die and thanked him again.

"Nice to meet you, isn't it? My name is Rodimus Tedius."

"... nice to meet you"

Hiding in the shadow of Mariage, Die returns a modest thank you.

"That. You're not responding well."

The man looked suspiciously at the die.

"This kid just came out of the country, and I don't know about you."

"Oh, really?

"Yes. So leave me alone. What can I do for you?

"That's why I told you. Would you like to dance a song,"

"No. Go home."

Under a word Mariage trumps Rodimus' invitation. He looked at her like that funny and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, okay?

Tong, with his hands on the wall, takes the escape from the mariage and he laughs.

"If you refuse my invitation here, I suppose I'll be ruining the work of your squire."

"Who?"

"Heath Rivot, right?"

Die shook his body reflexively as the familiar name jumped out of the mouth of a young man who had not yet known him. The man is smiling. But the smile was powerful enough to intimidate the other person. It seemed like a cold smile that Heath would float when he was relative to other guests in the house.

Rodimus continued.

"You've never worshipped your face yet, have you? What a wonderful thing you're here today as an invitee even though you're not a nobleman. That's why I'm here to see it."

"... I thought it would be unusual for His Highness to be here like this. That's what he's after."

"Sounds like a worker. I only hear rumors often. The beautiful young man who serves you seems to be flying around like a working bee to make you queen. I suppose my invitation is good for you and good for him? Next queen, Your Majesty."

"I'm just one of the candidates. Everybody thinks Arishuel's gonna be here."

"I thought it would be funny to have you, so I was going to vote for you, but now, not one of those votes is your selfishness"

"I get it!

Oh, and I shook my head, and the mariage broke.

"You just have to dance. If you dance, you won't know if they step on you!

"That's about all I can get rid of."

Hands are taken by a man who laughs floating, and she zeroes her sighs.

"Die."

"Yes."

Mariaj, who looked back in momentum in his ghostly form, was quietly harsh on the die.

"Okay? We're not leaving here. I'll never leave you. Stay on the wall. Whoever gets involved in this, smile unknowingly. Do something like Heath. You got it."

"... Yes"

Confirming that the die nodded, Mariage walks out with Rodimus.

"You are exceptionally beautiful today. I couldn't help but ask him out."

I stepped through so many lives that I could tell by looking aside at Rodimus' foot mouthing on the back of my hand, Mariage said.

"Say your bedtime words after you go to bed."

Die was even somewhere relieved as he glanced at them as he smiled and exchanged slaughtered and headed into a crowd of people. Because Rodimus' attitude was to acknowledge Mariage as an individual. Nobody in the nobility. He doesn't all look down on Mariage. Mariage, who looked disgusted at being set up, was also vomiting tired words, but didn't look so disgusted. If there's one person like Rodimus in the social world who looks like an enemy, it's still salvation - I'm just wondering who he is.

The music started as I was returning the liquor cup that left the contents to nearby service. Stick your back to the wall perfectly, as Mariage ordered. That's how Die decided to watch Mariage dance.

Looks like everyone's cleared the place for the mariages. At the center of a circle of people, the two praise each other. Rodimus took Mariage's hand, and I'm glad that's it -... Die's master stepped brilliantly on the dancer's foot.

I don't know, I don't think so.

(Oh, again)

Step on Rodimus' feet and whisk on the hem of the costume. I have to give praise to Rodimus, who manages to treat it as an elegant dance. Rodimus' good lead has something to keep an eye on. But it offsets that and there's excess, Mariage's, poor dancing.

(... you said you weren't good)

I don't like singing or dancing. She was leaking when she was bad at it. If I thought you were underestimating yourself just like your appearance, this one seems to have been true.

"If that's the one"

Die, staring at her dancing, didn't notice the signs of anyone standing beside her until he could call her.

Yes, I replied.

Surprisingly, I glance.

When the hell did we get together?

A dozen men and women, if they noticed, surrounded the die while the walls were still in place.