The Queen’s Cosmetician

Get ready, knock on the door.

"Yes."

The answer is Heath's.

"It's a die. We're back."

"Please come in."

"... excuse me"

To the immediate entry permit, the die opens the door in the reception room with a no. It's a room that I rarely step into. In the centre of the room, which has a considerable size, a lower round table built of stone is seated, so that it is pinched and a bench is placed. Sculpted to the leg area, all the back area covered with embroidery. Just a drop of tea is like flying a die's neck.

A welcoming room with a hobby of similar finest dishes.

There were currently three figures, Mitsuhito, who looked like a deacon with an unseen face, Heath, who sat opposite him, and Mariage, who sat in a chair for one.

When it comes to the face of a girl who is the master of a die, it is a grumpy thing. He still looks like he's going to throw things and twitch. Heath's face, who stood up and welcomed the die, is also bitterly colored with laughter.

Die walked over and thanked the guests. The magnificent man also soars up from his chair again and gives thanks back.

"I'll see you first. I'm the deacon of the Gertrude family. My name is Rahal."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Die."

Heath invites the man named Rahal as he takes his seat.

"Die, come here"

In the space next to him, Die dropped his hips heavily.

Early across the street, Rahal cuts the line.

"Then again. It's about this request."

"He wants me to lend him a makeup artist."

Rahal nodded to Heath, who had spoken ahead of her verbal butt.

"Miss Arishuel, it's just a request. In recent times, the beauty of Mariage has been eye-catching. It's not the first time you see a job as a makeup artist anywhere near us. This time, I want you to show off your skill."

"... erm, that means you want me to wear makeup at the Gertrude house, right?

On a die with his mouth pinched, Rahal stopped moving once. I pound my tongue in my heart saying, "Shit." Whatever Heath is, it may be disrespectful for a mere makeup artist in his arms, Die, to block the conversation. It's good for me, but it's Mariage who looks down on me with an uneducated servant.

But Rahal didn't look like he despised Mariage, he just nodded in a pale way.

"That's right. And this time, Arishuel, you said that you would allow your face to be touched."

Sure, I don't see how I looked down on Mariage in the matter just now.

But the way you put it, it's hard to push it, whether it's the highest honor.

Reluctantly silent mariage makes the expression all the more irritating. It is one step ahead of the eclampsia.

"Die. I'll take it or not, Master Mariage says"

The die, who was stealing her expression, paled into Heath's word.

"Wow, am I going to decide?

Unexpectedly Die raised his voice. Heath turns a sympathetic eye while affirming yes.

The Gertrude family's request shouldn't be light enough to say no cheaply. Same senior aristocrat, and his daughter is a queen candidate. But from a standpoint, the Gertrude family is at the top. If you do poorly, in one word of Die, you could be made to ignore the other houses that Heath has piled up so far.

Leave it to your discretion.

I want to get out of this place. I want to do everything in my power to escape. Die accidentally looked up to the ceiling.

The pressure of Mariage to say no comes through with a hint. She must be angry at the humiliation of being insulted by Rahal for being so natural that she doesn't even have the awareness that she's looking down. but as far as the look on Heath's face next door goes, I guess answering no here will definitely put him in an unsavory state.

Why leave such an important choice to us, etc.

After getting lost.

"... If Mariage will forgive us, we will take care of it"

Die replied.

"of the Gertrude and Mizwieri families, for further friendship"

Needless to say, I later got a scattered eight-win curse from Mariage for the answer I chose.

He's still cuter, shouting, throwing things, etc.

Grabbed by a die, crying and raging. It's been a long time since she's had a seizure like that. So I guess all the more so. There was something about the momentum. Mariage finally fell asleep after waving her hands and feet against the die and the samurai who tried to calm her down, caught people fully with their claws, and was sedated by the doctor Rodovico.

"... you made the right choice."

After putting Mariage to bed, Heath works sympathetically for the die who visited the report. I didn't know what to say back, and Die responded, ha, in a raw reply.

"If I'd said no over there, I'd have a crack in the relationship"

To the sighing Heath, Die laughed with relief, good. Sometimes the reason I took on a request from the Gertrude family is that the Rowen thing passed the back of my brain, but it's big that I followed Heath's plea glance.

"And how did you end up wanting to see my makeup?

The Gertrude family's request was untouched. What the hell happened, such as calling yourself the perfect backside?

"Nothing. That's not a funny story."

Heath answers Die's question.

"You know that nobles want to have good craftsmen, don't you? It's common to be proud of each other at home. For example, if you hire a reputation singer, you may be accompanied by invitations from other houses to perform songs. This makeup would also be an extension of that. You are the only craftsman this Mizweeri family has... your makeup has a good reputation."

Huh, and laugh, he adds.

"enough to repaint aristocratic values."

"... what does that mean?

Heath, with the laughter contained in Die's inquiry, took her seat and turned back to the window behind her. Bold walls. Beyond it you can see the mansions and castles of the nobles.

of the gate, the world on this side.

"I used to say that wearing makeup among the nobles was like implicitly claiming that my daughter's instrumentality was not good. Do you remember that?

"... I remember"

"But the makeup you apply to Mariage-like has completely overshadowed those values. … At the outset, those who noticed that the atmosphere of Master Mariage had changed approached whether the makeup had just changed. Naturally, it would be to mock Master Mariage. But the makeup you applied gave him confidence and brought out the power to obey the other."

Heath spoke pale of the mariage and the changes around it that Die could not have known.

"After being pressured by Mariaj, they realized that makeup had just changed. But is that really all? Is it something that makes people shine and attract people just by wearing makeup?... You won't know that you never go out to a night club, but these days there are more children who come to wear makeup with a specialty like yours. The subject often comes up in my mouth. Master Mariage is the first, so I guess it's okay. I'll be in shape to just imitate what the senior aristocrats started"

After a long story, he looks back and Heath smiles.

"Your makeup has power."

Die glanced at the lightness.

"That's too much praise."

Makeup itself has no power. He thinks that makeup only drives the power that the person originally had.

If noble values have changed, it is due to the power of Mariage, who believed in the makeup of the die.

"... Well, that's how it is. I can't help but notice Miss Arishuel's interest."

"He doesn't seem to have to wear makeup at all."

Anyway, it's like being itself shines a light. Transparency like a Virgin.

Inadvertently, the material is likely to be damaged.

"Oh, speaking of which, you were seeing her..."

He remembered one thing about the day he was invited to the Gertrude family, and Heath moaned at the tannic side. Every time he thinks back to when he was misclassifying the gender of a die, he makes a bitter face.

"Yep."

Laughing, Die nodded.

"Please help me to be lost.... you seemed like a good guy."

"I think she really is someone who could have done it. Too much is done. Even from me.... Do you know that you met her, Master Mariage?

"Huh? You don't know that."

"Then don't talk to anyone about it after that."

"Are you saying that Master Mariage should not know?... because you get in a bad mood?

Anyway, she is painfully aware of Arishuel. Just giving that name is enough to make me feel suddenly down. I think such a mariage put the Gertrude family envoy in front of me and endured it well. Though the roughness sucked after the guest left.

To Die's inquiry, Heath shook her neck to the side.

"Rather than simply being in a good mood, the fact that you don't feel bad about Miss Arishuel makes Master Mariage anxious"

"... anxiety?

"Lady Mariage is afraid that you might be pulled out of the Gertrude family."

In unexpected words, Die peeled off his eyes. I get an upside down voice.

"No way!"

"… it is common for top houses to pull skilled craftsmen out of the houses they are looking at below with high salaries. For the craftsmen, fame rises if they put it on top houses.... This request by the Gertrude family would also have meant that they wanted to see your reaction. There are probably people out there ready to pull your reputation from the Mizwieri family."

But I'm from the other side of the gate.

Besides, I'm from Flower Street. It is hard to believe that such a house would be regarded as one of the best of the higher nobles.

"I guess that doesn't bother you"

Heath dismissed Die's concerns.

"I'm the same person on that side. But I was told the story."

Um, on a feast day hosted by the Gertrude family.

That's what happened behind his house's deliberate invitation to Heath as a guest.

It's not like I didn't imagine it. But when we hear it from our mouths, it suddenly becomes realistic and weighs in the heart of the die.

"Don't look like that. I said no.... Dear Mariage, that is never dull either. You'll be thinly aware of what kind of interaction there was. … that's what happened, and this time, that house has reached out to you."

"... there's no need for Mariage to get rough..."

Dropped his shoulder, Die shrugged. I think of a girl who would still sleep in her bedroom. The way I was tired of crying reminded me of a lonely child.

When Die was just beginning to work for the Mizweeri family, Mariage had frequently asked if fame was what he was looking for. Die could be pulled out by the Gertrude family. It's not like I don't understand what's in her mind when I see that possibility.

But I was angry.

That they thought it might be cheap to get out of the Mizweeri family. It's a spray. It's ridiculous.

"I'm not leaving this house."

From mariage, unless they kick you out.

This is where I was allowed to be myself.

I don't feel like letting go.

"I was relieved to hear that"

Heath smiled. Was he just as afraid as Mariage again? Die glanced at Heath out of frustration.

He illustrates his intention to surrender by hand, smiling bitterly and elucidating.

"I wasn't expecting you to be easily pulled out of the Gertrude family."

"So what is it? What did you just say?"

"I said the wrong word. I'm glad, but you're right. I was wondering if I could continue working with you."

On Heath's diminishing mouth, Die nearly had his teeth floating. I can't find a word to return.

Heath continued the conversation, roughly pushing the silent die.

"Besides, this will boost Mariage's reputation."

"... What is it, that?

"Okay?

Upon Die's enquiry, Heath begins her commentary.

"If the Gertrude family invites you, it's a pretty good deal better than the Mizweeri family. What do you think the other nobles would think by your refusal to accept this invitation?

"... erm, impolite, or something?

You will refuse the invitation without hindrance and be angry at what you intend to do.

"Right."

Heath affirmed.

"But that's just the Gertrude family and the houses that support the house loosely. At the same time that I don't think of you as polite, I think of you as well. … so much as to turn down the invitation of the Gertrude family, I wonder what the Mizwieri family attracts skilled craftsmen, and their lord, Mariage, is."

"Ah!"

"Especially junior aristocrats are badly sensitive to which house they are cheapest on. The same goes for craftsmen. I'm a little different from a makeup artist or singer, but I think I'm seen as a kind of craftsman in the house chores.... I got an invitation from the people to pull it out, but I'm here to turn it down. And you're next. … they are carefully observing and thinking of us. Which house favours the minister at the dawn of becoming queen? Which, Queen Candidate"

The opportunist nobles decide that they are more generous than merely hired people, who do not want to leave Mariage's former place. And you should overlap that figure with your future self.

The way they look at that thing works superiority in the Queen's race.

"... Now, there will be even more houses that will put exploration into the Mizweeri family"

Die was heartily thankful to the Lord God that he was glad to be on his side as Heath grinned thinly.

"... what's wrong?

Tilting his neck at the condition of the die, he asks as he walks over.

"... nothing"

"Oh, did you feel a little sick?

"Huh? Why?

"No, I thought I could take you for a tool."

as a pawn he moves so that things work to a slight advantage.

To Heath, who seemed sorry, Die laughed and shook his neck to the side.

"No, I'm not."

It's really different. I'm sorry, it might be more like this one.

Even though Heath is sweet.

Even though it's really sweet.

Only from time to time do I feel uncomfortable and thin in the chills that come up like bubbles on the water.

Stopped, he tilted his neck and blinked small.

The hand comes out unexpectedly.

Leaving the scene reflexively, the die strengthens itself.

Heath stopped her hand perfectly in space.

"... ahhh..."

"Ah, ah."

Die, for trying to distance himself from him.

And Heath, perhaps, about the location of his broadly stretched hand.

The awkwardness held by each other manifests itself in silence.

I dropped my gaze on my hand halfway up, and Heath asked.

"Uh... cheeks, what's wrong?

"Cheeks, is it?

"It's got red muscles in it."

"Ah. You're the one who was scratched with nails by Master Mariage. Maybe."

Hold her cheek, Die groaned. At the same time as I become aware, my cheeks suddenly tingle. The blood doesn't seem to be seeping, so it would be a scratch to the extent of earthworm swelling at best.

"Are you all right?

"Yep. I'm fine. If it stands out, I'll hide it with makeup."

Speaking of which, you could hide the mole, too.

Heath roared admirably. In the past, I have hidden moles made in the face of a geisha in front of him with makeup. I guess I'm thinking back to that time.

Since then, just six months have passed. It's only six months. But it's been six months. Die laughed in antiquity.

Heath, on the other hand, advises with a sinister face.

"But even if you hide it with makeup, you better disinfect it properly"

In a somewhat puzzling way, Die wanted to laugh out. Don't exaggerate. It's a scratch.

"It's okay. Nothing. No big deal -..."

No, sir.

Biku.

To a sharp scolding, my body trembled.

Raise your face in awe. The man nearby looks down at the die with a slight frown. Not to mention the harsh look, but his wrapped air contained frustration.

"You, what would you do if you had a scratch on your face?

"On your face?

I blinked to see what was wrong with that, and there Die finally figured out what Heath meant by words.

I am a woman. Women are mostly reluctant to have scratches on their faces. Die had to laugh bitterly that such consciousness had completely disappeared from his head.

"Right. I'll be careful."

"Deanna"

That was a soft sound.

Heath just called his name.

I just called Die's real name. Die himself wanted me to call this name. And only when you two are, Heath is making it happen.

They just called me.

I was just called.

Why would I want to cry?

Is that for joy that years of memorials have come true? Or is it a more different reason?

A glimmer touched the cheeks of a die laying down his eyes so that he could not understand this perplexity.

Heath's hand.

The back of that finger plunders the cheeks of the die only for a moment.

"... Heath?

To Die's inquiry, Heath has returned a bitter laugh. Turning a similar look to regret in his own hand he lowered to his side, he turns back his heel in silence.

"I'll let you know as soon as I hear from the other party about the day I'm going to the Gertrude house."

Looking over the glass at the castle, Heath says.

"You can go."

It wasn't like him. It was abrupt, it was a way to cut the story off.

It's not like Heath didn't care what the hell he thought and touched Die's wound. But more than that, I was winning the desire to stay away from this strange evil straithold.

Die left the room, bowing his head to the back of an emotionally unreadable man and trying to keep running.