The Queen’s Cosmetician

Who would have blamed her? No one could blame her. Who broke her. That was everyone who loved her. I wanted her to live a little. So I allowed and helped her to distort the copy of the man she loved.

Was it love?

Or was it a sin?

After returning home from the Gertrude family, Mariage was escorted by a samurai back to her room once. To take a bath and get dressed. Meanwhile, the Dies also temporarily dissolve and pinch the break. Everyone was a pain in the ass.

If everyone was tired, Die wouldn't mind carrying the story over the next morning. But Mariage insisted loudly that she wanted to know this as soon as possible. Heath and Titianna seemed to agree. The explanation of the circumstances was to gather in Heath's room after each of them had finished wearing their clothes.

On the hot bath, Titianna, who had been in the stripper with her, squeaked smudgingly at the die who had taken off her clothes.

"You're really a girl"

"For once."

Die nodded with a bitter smile. Yes. No matter how much the body makes, it won't be that of a man. If he was growing normally, he might have been able to muscle and get a little closer to the man's body. But the body, which had stopped time, seemed to lose muscle and not even fat. Thin naked does not belong to a child, but it is uncomfortable when it comes to a girl's.

Sometimes I'll tell you more about it later, and Titianna shunned or only waved about Die's body once. Later it was exuberant with the comfort of the water supply becoming available. Because Alvina had finished adjusting the procedure, it was no longer necessary to purposefully pump water from the ground floor well. This is a great help if you try to put it on the labor side.

Dusty and warm, Titianna and I also broke up and went to our room. So I put my stuff down and immediately head to Heath's office.

The room was dim.

From the walls of the glass overlooking the castle, the moonlight is plugged in. That's why I don't feel anxious at my feet. But it's too dark to try to have a sitting from now on.

The die was placed in the corner of the room, walking over to the silver candlestick. On it, a candle as thick as a pillar, stands against the ceiling.

The die, who tried to put a fire in the core of the candle, noticed that he could not see the phosphorous inch.

Fishing around, I don't see what I'm looking for.

As I circled around the candlestick, a man's shrieking voice hung from behind me.

"What are you doing? You are."

"Heath."

The Lord of the room who appears is arming himself and keeping his back at the door. Laughing at the embarrassment he somehow remembered, Die walked over to him.

"I was going to turn on the lights, but I didn't see the phosphorous inch."

"Oh, it's in my desk drawer. Wait."

With his back off the wall, Heath slid through the side of the die and walked towards his desk.

Stop in front of your usual seat and Heath opens the top drawer without hesitation. He had his gaze in it for a while, but clouded his face on the fudge.

In front of the neck tilting die, Heath opens one drawer after another.

"Don't you?

"Yep. Weird. I definitely put it in yesterday...... ah"

You thought of something, Heath bent over with her knees on the floor.

Suddenly disappearing from view, the die turns from the front of the desk to his side.

Heath was reaching for a thin gap under the drawer.

"Did you fall?

To Die's inquiry, Heath woke up and nodded.

"Yep. You must have fallen from the back when you acted.... would it be quicker to get a replacement?"

"May I ask you to retire for a moment? I'll do it."

I asked him to give up the place and Die lay down on the spot. Reach between the drawer and the floor to find a small box at your fingertips. I handed it over. Let me pick it up, and Die laughed.

"Taken."

A box of phosphorous inches that Die is also familiar with. Take it and let Heath break his face, too.

"Thank you. Then fire quickly."

"Yes."

Titianna, who plans to come here after tea, will be about to show up. She knows she's coming first, so she must be surprised it's a dark room.

"... Heath?

The mid-hipped die called on Heath, who never showed signs of movement.

He says the lights should be on quickly, but he clutches the box at hand and shows no signs of leaving the spot.

"... please, did you?

"Huh? No..."

He shook his head, laughing small.

"It's not the same size."

"Huh? Ah... of the hand, is it?"

"Yep. I put my fingertips in the gap, so I did my best."

When removing the phosphorus box from between the desk and the floor.

Die didn't remember the bitterness.

"Not at all, different sizes."

Look, and I give him the flat of my hand. He laughed and offered his hand in the same way, layering on that of a die.

"Really, not at all"

Not once, not twice.

Heath's hands are bigger.

It's not just the size. Unlike the hand of a curved die, his it is a saving. It's the hands of a man with a clear skeleton. In places like this, gender differences also manifest themselves clearly.

The powerful hand always touches the die with labor. to his presence, with relief as if he were wrapped and protected in cotton.

I laugh bitterly, even though what he protects is not himself.

The size comparison is over. That's how Heath pulled Heath's hand back.

A man's finger, slowly, slips between his own fingers.

Combined, hands.

"... Heath?

He lays down his eyes and, loosening with his thumb belly, strokes the back of Die's hand. I'm not even holding him back. A little different when it comes to rubbing. A soft sensation, like stroking the surface with wings.

Something, twitchy, erodes your body.

My skin is dizzy, paralyzed.

Die stuffed his breath to a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Really."

Heath's lips, they move.

"How could you have such a small hand?"

The pale eyes that were lying down slowly capture the die.

"You thought it belonged to a man, or you did...?

Ask yourself to be whispered.

Ku, eyes that can be narrowed.

I think again.

Heath said it was terrible and beautiful. No matter, the appearance is neat, but more than that, its eyes.

Transparent, deep, quiet pale, similar to the color of the sky in the white sand wilderness, lasting forever.

I can catch you in those eyes.

I can't breathe well.

"... is"

The man's hand will not leave. The thumb is slipping through the back of the die's hand to make sure it's contoured. I couldn't shake my hand off, I couldn't escape, and Die lowered her eyes gasping for chest pain.

Hold down the source of pulsating blood flow and force it into the lid that closes.

(Chuckles)

Breathing, clogging.

Help me, and I want to scream.

Like throwing everything out and wanting to squat.

Strange impulses, running through the body.

Beyond closed vision, slight signs of a man move. And to the sound of the knocking door, which went on, Die made his body jump, which was tense.

"Die?... Master Livot? Are you coming?

"Titi"

Shit.

Die's reply and the door opening and closing sounds were almost simultaneous.

Titianna with a set of tea tools in a basin stops by surprise.

"Ku, la... Huh? What's the matter with you? No lights on."

"I dropped the phosphorus under my desk."

Heath, who stood up releasing Die's hand, smiled and responded to her.

"I just had the die take it"

"Oh, really?"

As soon as he walked over to the candlestick, he quickly lit the candle. The burning smell of the core drifts slightly, making the room brighter at once.

Die also stood up and stared at Heath.

The lights lit up. But he doesn't turn around. He stares at the flaming tip of the candle as it twitches and smokes.

Reading the heart out of its back is difficult.

"Die, help me over here"

"Oh, yes."

Hand invited, Die rushed over to Titianna. Die prepares a chair while she pours tea into a tea bowl for four put on a round table. Mariage showed up just fine when I finished aligning my four legs.

"Oh, sleepy"

Coming into the room concealing the absence with her hands, she takes her seat as she pays off her long, untied hair from her shoulders.

Then in the order of Heath, Titianna and Die, he sat down in a chair imitating Mariage.

Though Heath and I met eye to eye once, we didn't know what look to give her, and Die pulled her mouth apart. Heath is smiling bitterly.

What the hell was that earlier?

But now, I should have left that aside.

Refreshing his mind, Die smiles at Heath. He responded to the die by loosening his eyes, even though it looked like he had eaten.

Sipping tea, Mariage groans as she likes.

"Damn, why do we have to get together for a tea party in the middle of the night like this? They're all asleep. Besides, when I got back from Gertrude, and I was stuck,"

"You're the one who said I should let Die explain right away, Master Mariage."

"What the hell, Heath? You had better hurry up, didn't you?

Heath does not answer Mariage's objections. He is closing his eyelids and listening to her bitterness from right to left.

Titianna rushed to control Mariaj, who was angry that his remarks had been ignored.

"As, well. In the meantime, I have to ask Die to explain it quickly in order to get to bed early. Right, dear Mariage?"

"... so is that."

Titianna stroked her chest down to Mariage, who looked convinced.

Die asked Heath, anticipating a match about when to cut out the story.

"Heath, I'd like to ask you something before we talk."

"What is it?

"I have to tell you everything to explain this, okay? About my birth, too. Previously on Workplace."

"Previous workplace? You said you worked at the theater or something, but you mean there?

To the mariage with his mouth pinched, Die smiles back. I have not made it clear that it is a theater. I just didn't deny her interpretation.

Same about my gender. I didn't deny it. And I didn't even affirm it.

As a result, they assumed they were men.

I don't know how far Heath is telling the mariages where the die comes from. But as far as I haven't told you about the flower district, I guess my birth is hard for the mariages to tame.

Can we talk about it?

"There's nothing more we can do."

Heath said.

"Because I want to know what's going on even with me. Talk to me. All"

"Okay."

Nodding, Die first decided to touch on the system in this country.

Many of the countries present in the world are more discerned by two names than by the name of the country.

For example, Maisemble, the longest-defunct western continent's greatest power. Maisemble is the country name, and the Principality of the Devil or the Red Kingdom of the Virgin are two names. The brands all symbolize the very way the country is.

Del Ligueiria also has a name.

Small country of arts and crafts.

Name it, a small country of art 'prostitutes'.

"Craftsmanship is because there are many craftsmen in this country."

"Yes."

To Mariage's words, Heath adds by showing affirmation.

"There are few specialties in this country due to soil and weather, and it is difficult to travel geographically. Instead, this country has used the dexterity and sensitivity of the hand to produce many craftsmen. Painting, poetry, ceramics, sculpture. That's not all, but by exporting artisanal arts and crafts, opera and other entertainment to other countries, this country has gained foreign currency and survived."

Therefore, we call it a small country of arts and crafts.

Die smiled and asked Mariage.

"Do you know the system laid in this country to keep naming that name? Dear Mariage,"

"System?"

To her rebellious, Titianna offered a help boat.

"Dear Mariage, It's about craftsmanship."

Craftsmanship is essentially the system of taking over the same position as parents. Too inappropriate - unless, for example, a child is losing his hand while holding a craftsman who uses his hand to his parents, and he has no voice in a family of songs, in principle, he takes the same position as his parents.

It's a system that ensures that we drill and connect talent with blood and technology.

Though I had no idea the system was being applied to servants serving nobility.

Talk that far, I guess Heath understood everything. Staring at this one, I gradually stretched my face.

"Master Mariage seemed to think I worked in a theater, but it was a little different from those places I worked in. … it must be a place where we sometimes play plays and play instruments"

"What? Then what's the place?

It's a flower district.

"Ha, town?

I don't know, Mariage repeats. Meanwhile, Titianna, sitting beside her, was rigid in Die's words. For the women on this side of the gate, the flower streets are places to repel.

"Don't you know what a woman does to spring? This is where you sell your body to a man. Geisha is a whore, and I was a facialist who put makeup on them and sent them under guests who came to exhale their sexuality."

"Heath."

And he rose, and Mariage gazed upon Heath.

"You knew about this?

To humiliation for what has been touched with dirty hands, or Mariage quivering her voice and asking questions. Heath, glancing at her, closed her eyelids and nodded.

"Yep. … I went to the whorehouse where she worked."

"... ahhh...!

"Die, how does that lead to you having to hide your gender?

Titianna opens her mouth quickly before Mariage, who still grabs Heath's collar and screams. Apparently they killed the momentum. Mariage took her seat with her fist trembling.

Smile bitterly, Die goes on.

"Craftsmanship also applies to flower districts. And among the whores."

The geishas who live in those flower streets, they're bright.

Guests from other countries say. Why are they so bright? Whores in other countries are more gloomy, sick, and misleading the scent of can with white powder and perfume.

The women of the flower streets are not miserable. They take pride in their bodies, in their moves. That's because my mother, my grandmother, is more inherited than it was before.

And.

"My mother, too, is a whore."

Once upon a time, a beautiful hua that there was nothing unknown in that city.

Die put his hand on his chest and mocked himself.

"The daughter of a whore is a whore. So if it's true - I had to be one of those women selling my body, too."