The Queen’s Cosmetician

It was on the afternoon of the third day after the Sabbath that Die was to visit the Gertrude family again, accompanied by Mariage and the deacon Kilim.

Apply makeup to the mariage after an early lunch, and the die will also change his appearance.

The next morning, following the Gertrude family's invitation, measurements were taken and tailored. With a relatively simple black top and bottom, Die was relieved that it was not a woman's costume. In the end, the gender of the die is over without being made public. I guess it will pass against the Gertrude family as well as remaining gender ambiguous. Even as a die, I am only confused where I have now been treated as a woman.

Leaving after noon, the Gertrude family arrived at a time when the sun was most dazzling.

The carriage passing through the main entrance is turned to the main entrance. The servants of the Gertrude family were already waiting, and they welcomed themselves with those deacons who had recently visited the Mizwieri family to align behind them.

"Welcome aboard. Dear Mariage,"

The deeply thankful man, Mariaj slams into the frustration of the other day.

"Welcome, good luck. Thank you for inviting me."

Rahal smiled as he raised his face, without being offended by the words of unscrupulous labor.

"No, thank you for your time"

Then I'll show you, he turns back on his heel. Die passed after Mariage's back between the samurai who kept her head down, splitting into two rows.

Through the still stunning art-lined hallways to the deepest part of the mansion. This is where I didn't step in last time. Often, a magnificent man with a gray hair stroked appears when he is passed into a reception-like room to wait.

Mariage stood up and Die rushed to mimic it as well.

"Thank you very much for inviting my makeup artist today."

Mariage, who greeted her with a chilling voice that seemed completely ungrateful, politely and deeply thanked her.

"No. I appreciate you telling me you can't do this. You seem to be in a good mood. Most importantly. Dear Mariage,"

Mariage frowns. It's a sign that a man won't even put up with calling his name. There is no way a man can blame it. Nor did he hide his disrespectful attitude towards Mariage.

Even with a grin on his mouth, his eyes are not grinning at all.

Regardless, it is the same for the die.

"I'll see you first"

That's how the man has offered his hand. Hands wrapped in thin gloves.

"My name is Byram, the head of the Gertrude family. No rumors."

"... my name is Die. Thank you for inviting us today."

The formal handshake ended in an instant. Byrum's hand goes away without even shaking back that of the die.

Die couldn't hide his disgust in his eyes like he deserved this one.

"What about Lord Liveau? I wanted to talk to you."

Byrum naturally thought Heath would accompany him. Mariage smiles coldly at him looking around.

"Heath won't come. I brought Kilim here today. If you need to talk to him about our house, let him know. It's what keeps us well under control, just like Heath."

After the introduction, Kilim, who had refrained behind Mariage's seat, praises him. Byrum, though he smiled, obviously had a face like he had eaten a shoulder watermark.

As Byrum sits on the chair, a samurai pushes the trolley into the room. He cut to the point when the tea and sweet-smelling confectionery had just finished lining up on the table.

"Now, if you and Mariage are attached, Lord Die, let me deal with you. I want you to be my daughter's selfish friend."

"Quickly? Though the lady at heart doesn't seem to be showing up?

Mariaj speaks of Arishuel, who has not yet appeared, in a thorny way.

Byrum laughed at Eagle Deep and showed it to him.

"No. I am truly sorry. My daughter is badly prepared."

For a moment, I looked like I had put up a mariage.

but.

"But as much as I appreciate you being a bad daughter, I'd appreciate it if you could guess at the next queen."

With a full smile, he sells a decent fight.

The field air plummets below freezing point. Die turned pale and turned to Kilim for help with his eyes. But he just refrains from being faceless and doesn't show any movement. Mariaj is the only one who is starting to grow blue.

(Dear Mariage!

Die complained desperately with his expression.

(Enjoy! If you get angry now, you lose! Smile! chuckle!)

I hear you noticed this Hundred Faces. The blinking mariage changed her expression openly. What are you doing? I'm going to hear such a groan.

But you can't let Mariage have a seizure here. Kilim is excellent, but I don't know if he's as good at negotiating between houses as Heath. Even if Mariage has a seizure, he's not sure he'll be able to deliver.

Apparently, the will of the die made sense.

Turning back to Byram, Mariaj smiles as flashly as Die wishes as she builds her blues and gracefully lifts a tea bowl filled with tea.

"I can't believe I didn't do it right. A lot of ladies are struggling to prepare to make her even more beautiful by now."

Die, who was in the mood to applaud Mariage for having channelled Byram's hostility, froze at the next moment.

"It's hard for both Byram and Arishuel to come together and hold all the servants who can't even get ready for their arrival in time. That's where my servant is excellent."

Alishuel is brilliant, but the ministers he holds are foolish, and Byram's eyes cramp into Mariage, who sold back the fight.

"... because that's enough to call for a reputation and invite you to Bayram like this. Hey, Die."

(Don't shake it on me!!!!

The spearhead of the story was pointed, and Die exclaimed in his chest.

Mariage is sipping tea with that strange face. All you have to do is answer.

As the field air reached an absolute zero degree area beyond freezing, the sound of knocking on the door crushed silence like the help of the Lord God.

"Who is it?

"It's Arishuel."

"Oh, come in."

Kacha, and made a rubbing noise of the key, and the door opened, and the person waiting appeared. Wearing a lightly make-up, neatly lined, water-colored costume, Arishuel gives a toast by fluttering the hem of her feather-woven watermarked woven jacket.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mariage."

"No, Arishuel. I was just having a great time talking to you."

Standing up Mariage responds with a full lying smile against Arishuel, who seems really sorry. Die hung up on what the hell was a fun conversation.

"Die."

Called to Mariage, Die stands up in a hurry. With my gaze, I was instructed to turn back to Arishuel.

"It's Alishuel, the same queen candidate. Say hello."

"It's a die....... I am a makeup artist with mariage. Best regards,"

Arishuel smiled gleamingly at the die who greeted him.

"It's Arishuel. As the same queen as Mariage, you're close."

In a tone that seems sincere, she says. Die softly stole a look at Mariage. She bends the end of her mouth in a grumpy manner.

"I'm so sorry I called you out of the blue."

As he walked over, Arishuel bowed down and apologized with the die and eye height.

"It's so nice to have more mariages lately than ever before, so I was really concerned about the rumored makeup artist and asked your father to do it. Best wishes for today."

"Yes..."

Every time Arishuel opens his mouth, he sees Mariage's exasperated solicitation in his hands. It seemed like I could hear her screaming, facing the good boy.

"Then Mariage. We'll borrow a makeup artist."

"Yep. … die, don't coarsely phase it."

"but good luck......"

I'd rather have Mariage left under the Byrum. But I'm not even going to keep Alishuel waiting. Kilim sent his gaze that he had asked for it later, while Die followed the receptacle with his hair pulled back.

The room that was led through by Arisuel was a room that was quite a bit deeper than the reception room. It's a bright room with large, longitudinal windows. Bookshelves and cupboards fill the walls. A round round table and white chairs were placed in the centre.

It's my study room.

Die shook his head to Arishuel, who apologized for the mess.

"If it were true, it wouldn't be the room to let guests through, but I was wondering if these places would be more calming."

She said, trying to peek at this complexion. Even as a die, her care was appreciated. Even if they let you through to a luxurious room, I can feel it.

Arishuel continued his words by pushing the open writing that was left on the table.

"You were in the middle of tea and you let it fall out. Let me get something for you here, too. Meer, get me some tea."

"Yes."

A samurai, who had refrained near the entrance to the room, nodded to her consent and returned her heel. Die hastily called her out of the room.

"Please wait."

"Meer."

Arishuel also finds a way to stop the samurai again. To her, who finally stopped, Die said.

"Uh, no, I, uh, tea is fine. … it would be nice if you could prepare a bathroom and water for makeup."

Before Mariage's furious hair breaks through heaven, I just want to finish my job and resign from the Gertrude family.

"How would you like it? Dear Arishuel,"

Alishuel laughed at the samurai requesting permission, adding what Die wanted to the order.

"Then bring him a bathroom and a water drain, too. More water."

I didn't tell you not to hold tea tools.

"Yes, sir."

They can't get away from tea. It is a decision to stay longer.

On her knees before the stand-up die, she smiled sorry.

"I'm sorry. But I just want you to hang out a little bit. My father told me to convince you. If it ends too soon, they'll be suspicious."

"... let, persuade?

"Yep. Pull you through to the Gertrude family."

Coming, he said.

Die looked back at Arishuel with a strong expression. Just like Heath said. Really, it seems the Gertrude family is trying to pull themselves out.

She rose with a bitter smile at the silent rejection that Die manifested.

"Don't worry. I'm not trying to keep you away from Mariage."

"You don't have to be respectful, Master Arishuel.... So this invitation isn't from Master Arishuel, is it from you?

"No. I missed you and asked your father. This is true."

This way, and Arishuel invited Die to the round table. Recommend a chair to the die, and she also lowers her hips in a way that pinches the table and faces each other.

And she whispered softly, lowering her voice.

"I'm so sorry I'm late to say hello. See you again."

To Arishuel's remarks, Die nearly fell off the chair where he had just lowered his hips for lack of stability.

Said again.

I see you again, he said.

"Oh, that."

"You're usually really dressed as a boy."

Blood catches my heart.

Arishuel realizes that his daughter, who was lost in nightclub clothes, is a die.

"Yes, no. You know."

If you don't claim to be a man, even if you're lying, than you're leaving your gender ambiguous.

Arishuel sealed Die's mouth with his fingertips.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Even your father doesn't know that you and I are seeing each other once. And... before I met you, I knew that I, the Mariage makeup artist, was a girl."

"... what do you mean?

Alishuel lurks her voice and laughs at the die who took her fingers off and groaned.

"That's..."

At the same time as Arishuel opens his mouth.

The sound of a knock on the door informed the visitor of his presence.

"Go ahead."

It was an earlier samurai called Meer who came in waiting for Arishuel's permission. She followed another samurai and walked over with a pot of tea and sweets.

"On the table. The water and the bathroom are on that shelf for now. I'll do the rest. You can back off."

"My husband has ordered me to stay close to you."

The samurai answered with a clear expression. I don't think very much of it as an attitude towards the beloved Queen candidate. but Arishuel didn't look angry either, and the tone of spinning the words was mild.

"Then outside the room. Too many strangers make customers nervous."

You know, they asked me to agree, and Die nodded. There has never been a chance of this happening. It is certain that you will be nervous when you are surrounded by something you do not know.

"I want you to enjoy your tea and relax first in order to fully wave your arms. If you're just outside the room, you'll be refraining from being 'nearby', as your father said. Still, if anything seems to be said, I will be scolded by your father."

"Dear Arishuel,"

"Come on, go"

The samurai, driven away by Arishuel, obeyed the disgruntled face but followed the instructions, leaving the room in a gracious manner.

"... that sounds kind of tough"

It looks really cramped. Arishuel smiles bitterly at the sympathetic die.

I'm on guard.

"... watchful?

Unexpectedly repeated words are something unlike hers that should be loved by everyone.

"Yep. I get out of the room a lot.... you've honestly pulled me back today because you're here."

Arishuel says as he pours his tea into the vessel. Die clouded her expression with a self-derisive laugh.

"Get out of here..."

"Room. Right, this house. This side of the gate, the residence of the royal nobility."

She laughed and said, setting aside the tea utensils, echoing the sound of the pottery touching each other.

"I invited you today because I had every favor to make.... of Rowen, a friend, to you."