The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Which one of you, my lady?

One of the ladies, who covered her mouth with a fan, moves forward and asks.

"Although it is the Mizweeri family"

I thought they asked me about the house I was following, but they were misunderstanding the meaning of the inquiry. Die's response echoed a laugh.

"Oh, did you have such an adorable sister to Master Mariage or something?

What they're asking is who they're from.

However, there is no way that the name of the family can be answered to Die, who is out of Shirai. Silently, this time a man walked out.

"Well, isn't adorable more frightening"

The eyes of a man who at first glance looks down to shelter the die are reminiscent of the guests of the flower streets. Die shut his mouth to that gaze that made people worthy.

Following the first two people who have spoken, everyone talks one after the other. Soft - but with a voice that completely rejected the other person. What they say is greetings, who, what, an invitation to dance, and then a beauty phrase about appearance. But none of that stayed in die consciousness.

Remember fear.

It was likely to revert to the smell of perfume drifting from the dressed ladies, and most importantly, the smile was horrible like a mask that floated uniformly all together.

Someone's hand touches the lightly tied . For a moment, Die felt her skin poppy.

Don't move, they said.

I couldn't do it anymore.

(I'm sorry, Master Maria!

Die apologized to Mariage all over his chest as he slid through people's feet and rushed out on the spot with all his might. Still voice flying from behind. Mixed with that, rude, that's what the Mizweeri family's, like, malicious words sound like. I'm not angry, but Die didn't have the leeway to turn back and say it back.

Fly out of the venue and run down the hallway. I escaped even though I should have waited for Mariage to return, partly because of the booze, which made my reason sway easily. but he would have escaped even if he hadn't been drinking. So much, I couldn't stand the disgust that eroded my body.

I can feet on unfamiliar shoes and clothes. I can't breathe. Initially I tried to go back between refrains, but every time I bowled in with my noble children, while I was about to scream and change my way, I didn't know where I was.

Turn back the way you came and look for a familiar place - perfect, lost.

I know that even if it moves any further, I'm likely to get even more lost. Expect someone to pass by and stay on the spot for a while. but wait, wait, I couldn't even feel the signs of people coming.

(No, no abduction even if you stay still)

I thought it would follow in the courtyard and the bold door caught my eye, and Die decided to leave the hallway from there. From the outside, I wondered how much I could figure out where I was, and I wondered if I could meet the soldiers I was supposed to be guarding. But there was no shadow moving in the dark green that sank in the dark night, and Die bit his lower lip into disappointment.

What I associate with is Mariage's angry face and Titianna's worried face for sending me out.

I have to go back. But I don't know the way back. Regrets its own shortcomings, drifted away from the mariage by fear.

Die looked for a place where he could sit down, within sight of the door he had just passed. A large, open garden that will also be the seat of a tea party. Stroll in the sun and feel better. But now its breadth only increases the meticulousness of the die.

By the time I finally laid my back on the bench I found, my head was completely covered.

Zero sighs as you hold your knees.

Eyes down, I thought.

Mariage and Heath are fighting in such a world.

I knew exactly what it meant to call Mariage disgusting. I can't bear to see the malice hidden in my smile. Make the die hold physiological aversion.

While I don't think I wanted to come, I'm glad I did, a voice echoes from within my chest that excites me. If I hadn't come, if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have known. What you see from the Mizwieri family is not the only thing in the aristocratic society.

Mariage is chosen as queen. That's not as easy as Heath said, that's how hard he's trying to exchange it, that's why Mariage underestimates herself so much, and the point of pinching the waste if she doesn't want to go.

On the sighing die's ear, fuzzy, leaf rubbing sounded.

Continued, signs of treading the soil.

The guard, or the die with his hips in anticipation, breathes into the shadows that appear.

It wasn't the guards who showed up.

She was a young daughter, wearing a fur, edged coat.

"Oh?"

Raise your voice like a bell and your daughter tilts her neck.

Obviously a noble lady. Die pulled herself on the chair, feeling hopeless. I don't want to be associated with my aristocratic daughter for a while now, before I've escaped. It is straightforward to receive such a scornful gaze any longer.

"What's wrong?

But contrary to Die's expectations, the voices spinned by the shadows were terribly soft.

"You can't come in here right now."

Advice, but it doesn't sound like you're blaming me. The kind of voice that rolled the bell is so gentle on the ear and full of labor that it is overheard.

Her face, which became evident as she walked over, was also beautiful.

Is it about the same age as Mariage? The appearance of an adult leaves a hint of ambiguity. On a smooth nose beam, shapely thin lips. The blonde hair pushes the darkness away at dazzling nights, and the eyes of the blue blue blue fit in are cool.

"Dear Arishuel?

Her daughter smiled and responded to some sort of convinced die inquiry.

"Yep. Have we met somewhere?

"No, for the first time."

Answering, close your eyes.

My daughter is beautiful. But only in appearance, that is the extent to which it can be seen in flower streets.

Something that separates Arishuel from the others. It was air. Such a different vibe that even a die I've never seen before can be nursed as being her. It reminds me of something transcendent, such as moonlight or sunny skies. I also know how Mariage feels about being jealous. Overwhelming. It was enough to give me a bitter sense of defeat.

Everyone does not question her as the next queen, and rumors that she is impeccable in everything, her character, her figure, her appearance, her candidacy for queen.

Ah.

This one.

It's Arishuel Gertrude...

"What's going on? Feeling better?"

With a suspicious face, Arishuel reaches out to Die's forehead. She wipes this sweat that was seeping because of her running around with her smooth fingertips. I may have mistaken it for a cold sweat coming from ill health. Die shook her neck sideways and shunned her fingers.

"No. Um, I'm fine. I'm sorry... I'm lost."

"Oh, really?"

The way she understood the situation, she took Die's hand and smiled.

"Let's come. Which one of you is it? You must have been careful by yourself.

She's too comfortable leading the die that way. Even minus that you might think of this one as a child, it was sweet.

Back inside the mansion, Arishuel closed the bold door.

"Let's send it. Which way are we going?

To her question, Die mumbled.

I'd like to answer honestly to the Mizwieri family's modem, but can I do that? It was no other natural enemy of Mariage, Alishuel Gertrude, who bought the guide and came out. Given that Merliah and Krister, two queen candidates, were hostile at the dinner party venue earlier, it is also well conceivable that Arishuel is neglecting Mariage as a competitor. It was also possible that Arishuel would throw out the die if he revealed that he was a Mizweeri family fringe (itchy) person.

In view of all that, we should tell you that hall where the dinner party will be held as a destination. But I didn't want to go back. Really. I wasn't sure I could stand in that place again.

Arishuel smiles and waits for Die's response. Something like intimidation and ridicule, I can't even feel fine dust.

Perception, Die answered with horror and honesty.

"Well... I'd like to go to the Mizweeri family's, refrain room."

Arishuel's breathtaking.

reactions within expectations. Prepare to be waved away and set up.

But at the next moment, she floated a color on her face that could also be taken as dear, pulling the hand of a die and slowly starting to walk down the hallway.

"Yes, you, Mariaj's entourage?

The name of Mariage is called by Arishuel with familiarity. Unexpectedly, Die nodded as he sat back.

"Right."

"... what happened to Mariage?

"I'm off the hook. Because you told me not to move, but I moved."

"Oh, well, you must be worried about Mariage."

"... do you think so?

"Yep. You're twice as sweet as a man, aren't you? She is."

Covering his mouth with his hands, Arishuel leaks a laugh when he dulls. It wasn't a rhetoric, it was a heartfelt statement.

She leans her little neck over here, looking up at Alishuel.

"Oh, aren't you nice?

"No. No, it's sweet. Lady Mariage."

Sometimes, at least, they comfort the depressed die by turning away. Very difficult to understand kindness though.

"Yes, sir."

Somewhere proud, Arishuel said.

"Of all the candidates for the same queen, I like him the most."

"Why not?

Die was asking reflexively. It was too unexpected. Arishuel likes mariage, etc. To the liked mariage, you said you were so tired of her.

Arishuel stops at the lid. Surprised, Die looked up to her.

Arishuel's expression is slightly cloudy.

There was a smile on his neat face that looked like he was mocking himself.

To Die's question, she answered.

"That one -... because, unlike me, he fell for it"

Scorching, sounding.

That was the same as when Mariage spoke of Arishuel's beauty. Die was surprised. Unlike Mariage, Arishuel has everything in his hands. Why does my daughter, who is only the Queen's throne, talk about her with an envious eye?

Apparently Arishuel found someone while the die was bewildered. Face up, she breaks her expression.

"Dear Livot,"

To the familiar name that jumped into his ear, Die interrupted his thought. When I rush to find the end of Alishuel's gaze, I see a man walking over here.

Heath.

"Heath!"

Running out on the spot with no joy, Die jumped on his hips. Oh, good. Die squeezed Heath's clothes hard and wanted to cry in relief.

You can be laughed at as a child. The mindfulness that was pushing him erupted, and he couldn't help it.

"I know you're in a good mood, Master Arishuel.... Um, what's this?

"He said he was lost in the way, straying from Master Mariage"

Hehe, laughing, Arishuel responds to Heath's query.

"Good. I'm glad to see you. Please take him home properly."

"Oh, yeah..."

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Ah."

Die looked back away from Heath at Arishuel, who quit the scene.

"Thank you"

The daughter of the queen candidate, who stopped to pay tribute to the die, said softly laughing.

"You're welcome. I'll see you sometime."

Arishuel disappears across the hallway as he flutters the hem of his coat and leaves his presence like a remnant.

Waiting for that footstep to disappear perfectly, Heath glanced down at the die chilly.

"Who is it? Your Highness."

Die panicked at the sounds of an alertness that had not yet been directed at him. Grip his clothes again, finger himself and sue.

"Heath, don't you understand? It's me!

He eventually lagged behind in a badly confused manner as he turned his frigid eyes towards the die to make the meaning of the word.

"Da, die!? What are you doing? Or what is that outfit?!?!?

Die laughs bitterly as he strokes his chest down to what he understood.

"Well, that's a lot of long stories..."

"Oh, oh, oh... wait a minute. Really, Die?

"Why do you doubt it after this?

"No, but it is. Oh... surprised. You look like someone else. I thought it was some kind of warrant."

Hands on his left chest, ha, and his pale complexion exhales thinly. He was really surprised. It was also unusual for him to go so far.

Seriously observing the look of the die, he looked up to the ceiling and said a word.

"Is it Master Mariage?

Die nodded.

"Yes, it's Mariaj."

Set aside a beat, Heath sighs a second time.

"The more detailed story is in the room...... no, should I go back to the mansion? Anyway, I'll ask you later. Now let's go back to the refrain room."

"Yes."

This way, Die nodded loudly to Heath leading the way. Take a step forward as you make your chest jump to the joy of finally returning to your original place.

but at that moment, sharp pain struck my heel.

He is struck by surprise and twists his leg at the moment of landing.

"Wah!"

For a moment, I thought I would fall, and Die raised a screaming groan. Get to grips with the coming shock and close your eyes hard.

But no matter how long, it didn't come.

"Huh..."

When I realized it, Heath grabbed me by the arm and hung me in a tilted position. For the first time with his feet on the floor, supported by him, he realizes that he was spared from rolling over.

Smiling in relief, Die looked up to Heath.

"Thank you"

"No."

I don't mind, I shake my head and he asks.

"What's wrong with you? What the hell?"

"My legs suddenly hurt."

"Feet? Where is it?

"Heel"

Sighing, he poked his knee at the spot and peered into the foot of the die. A shivering view around the heel, oh, and groaning.

"Shoe rubbing."

"Because you're wearing something you're unfamiliar with?

"I guess."

Looking down at Heath to affirm, Die thought it was an impossible story. He wore brand new shoes from which he could not know where he had procured them, and ran around fully. One of the shoe rubs is probably weirder if you can't do it.

"When I get back, just give me a hand..."

Heath, who woke up with that said, freezes to the sieve.

The lips also remain half open. Die flashed from surprise at him with a flashing expression somewhere.

"Heath?"

Ask him what's wrong.

Heath's face is terribly sinister. He stood up and shook his neck sideways saying it was nothing, with this one tilting his neck to see what really happened.

"Walking alone on these feet will be hard. I'll support you, so walk slowly."

"Supporting? How?

"Hands."

Heath dived between her left arms with Die's hand, which she offered as instructed.

"Hold your arms properly"

Then he points to his arms.

"Okay."

Nodding honestly, Die put his own hand firmly on his arm. With arms together. I see, this would have a lower chance of falling than just being drawn.

"You can walk slowly. The stride will fit."

"Yes."

"And don't stick too much together"

"Ha... ha?

Tilt your neck to the voice of some young man, including bitterness. But convinced that it was difficult to walk, Die took a short distance from him.