The Queen’s Cosmetician

Die doubted his ears and lost his words to a name that was zero from Arishuel's mouth.

"Now, what's Rowen... did you say?

"Yes, I did."

Arishuel gives a light affirmation to the die who confirms that it is an illusion.

"... Die, I heard about you from him. I was a makeup artist in a flower street, talking about girls"

"... eh... eh?

Die stood up and gasped for confusion. My head doesn't follow the situation.

Arishuel is a senior nobleman of Del Ligueiria. The eldest daughter of the Gertrude family, with the late Queen Elaine as a relative. And he is the most powerful queen candidate.

Meanwhile, Rowen, whose name Arishuel speaks of intimacy, is a doctor in the back town, who is Die's acquaintance. I feel good, I'm a good guy, I'm missing somewhere. My arm as a doctor is top notch - that's all. The patients he sees are poor, or they don't want to hang on regular doctors because they don't care how much money they pile up. Turns out he's from a noble family of countries that exist on the eastern continent the other day, but he's never the bearer of a glorious career on Del Ligueiria soil.

So to speak, light and darkness. Why do the two of you, who are never supposed to be on the road together, know each other?

Besides, it's not just an acquaintance,

As far as Arishuel is concerned - …….

"Oh, you and Rowen are"

"Rowen is my thinker"

Somewhere proud, Arishuel affirmed.

"It's between lovers, is it easier to understand?

A lightning strike is a shock.

Die walked into the chair and looked back at Arishuel. To this gaze, she grins bitterly.

"... I knew you'd be surprised. He said you wouldn't believe me."

"I believe. I believe..."

Otherwise, it doesn't explain what she knows about Rowen.

"Duh, how did you know each other?

I don't care what you think, I have no contact. Die and I wouldn't have stepped into aristocratic society if Heath hadn't invited me. So far from this side of the gate for Ichii.

"... met him about a year ago"

Arishuel paled and uplifted his cheeks and spoke of his taming with Rowen.

"Do you know that the Queen's candidate went down by the gate as a revelation?

"Oh, in the beginning, there were a few times."

In the six months since the queen's selection began, several times the queen's candidate marched through the street. It was just around the end of that period that Arishuel met Rowen a year ago.

"Being sick, I rented an inn off the street with a samurai. The doctor who saw me at the time was Rowen, who was eating at the inn."

Then after several coincidences and inevitability, it came down to overlapping thoughts, Arishuel said.

The period she says coincides with when Rowen stopped showing up in the flower district much.

Rowen, who bowled at Miguel's with Heath, seemed to have missed his life by noon for a while. When I think it fit Arishuel, it all falls to my heart.

Lately it's the noon shape, and I laughed lightly, as did the meaning of his expression.

I understand.

"Your lord... take that?

"I know."

To Die's inquiry, Arishuel clouded his face.

"My mother found me getting out. That man is your father's problem, so report it immediately.... Of course your father can't possibly forgive you. Except at nightclubs, luncheons, etc., I now have a lookout.... Meer is also your father's childhood friend. Keep an eye on me."

"They found you, when are you talking about it?

"Could it be about two months ago?"

About two months ago, probably before and after Die reunited with Rowen. At that time, he seemed wondering whether to return to his night-shaped life.

Arishuel and I can't see each other anymore.

But then, assuming he hasn't been able to meet with Arishuel, there's one strange thing.

"... I met Rowen in the city during this time."

With Rowen being chased around by Dadan.

He left a prophecy in the die.

This, about the Gertrude family invitation.

"He knew the Gertrude family would bring me a makeup request.... did you tell him that?

"Yep."

Arishuel nodded. Die sighs.

"... then when the hell did you and how did you tell him that?

When I hadn't seen him in a long time at Miguel's, he didn't know Die had left the flower district. That would mean that Rowen found out that Die worked for the Mizweeri family after that time.

What exactly did Rowen and Arishuel use to keep in touch?

"I met him in person and told him. We could only meet again."

Distorted his expression into pieces, Arishuel replied.

"The last time I saw Rowen was that night. The night you were lost in a cute way."

Sponsored by the Gertrude family, feast day night.

"Rowen crossed the dangerous bridge, dived into this side of the gate, and became a noble servant to come and see me. I only met you right after I met him, Die."

"... did you already know who I was then?

Was she kind to herself who was lost like that because she knew she was Rowen's acquaintance?

To Die's inquiry, Arishuel has returned a denial.

"No. It was only now that I found out that you were the child of that time"

"Very well, sir."

"Oh, you have the same voice."

Chuckle, says Arishuel. At the same time I wondered if it was like that, I wanted to pack Heath, who didn't realize I was a die at all until I claimed myself. How could he not have done that when Arishuel would have noticed just at first sight?

"... I didn't know about you, but I did. Sometimes Rowen told me about his friends in the city. And in it, about you."

How did the doctor man tell his lover about himself?

You're putting your thoughts on the time you spent with him, Arishuel's expression is soft.

but that look didn't last long either. Keeping her mouth shut, she pulls the story back to business.

"That night he told me that you were working as a makeup artist for the Mizwilli family. And I've been suggesting. To invite you to the Gertrude family to take on the role of liaison."

Ignore the circumstances of the person and do what you will.

Die became sinister and silenced, wanting him to be the one to get caught up in it.

"... sorry"

Apologizing, Arishuel lays down her long lashes.

"For you, I know it's very annoying. Still, there was no one I could count on but you."

Having raised her face and looked straight at the die, she embarks on herself and begs.

"Please. Just once..."

Who the hell could poke Arishuel with his blinking lashes like that?

"... what should I do?

To the broken die, the daughter of the queen's candidate shined her face all the time. Whispering as though it were a slight voice as a butterfly feather, she explores into the loose cuffs.

"I want you to give him a letter."

"Letter?"

"This is it."

Die looked down at it, pushed into his hand.

A small, folded piece of paper that makes me want to suspect it's something I could call a letter. I'm too cynical to call it a love sentence.

If you blow it, it's a flying piece of paper. But I felt heavy on my hands.

"This time, though, we'll take it"

Grasp the letter you received from Arishuel gently.

"Really, make this clear"

"I promise. Just this once."

I swear hard. At ease with Arishuel, Die groaned.

"Good. Again and again, I wondered if they would call me Arishuel's makeup."

"... are you dissatisfied with coming to my place for makeup?

They made me feel lighter when Die listened to the request. Arishuel smiled like a prank.

"No, that's not what I'm saying..."

Disgruntled but well worth it. Her white skin would show any color on it. The color that gets tired of Mariage's skin tone must also look awesome on Arishuel.

But Die is a mariage makeup artist.

"Frequent trips over here are a bit...... I don't get on. Mariage-sama is in a bad mood."

In spite of the fact that it was only a day away, Mariage felt that she was in a great mood even before she left the mansion. The second time I wanted to be excused was for real. The Mizwieri family are circumstantially hard to refuse an invitation from the Gertrude family. It would help if you didn't invite me from the beginning.

When I realized, Arishuel was putting his hand on his mouth and leaking a sneaky laugh.

"Uh?

"Aren't you told you're being too honest?

He pointed it out with a laugh, and Die reflected, oh. Stupid. So honestly, I exposed my husband's reaction. This is disrespectful.

"... they say. Excuse me. Didn't Master Arishuel offend you, too?

"I'm fine. It's fun to hear that.... right. You won't like being lent it over and over again.... Mariage doesn't seem to like me, even more so."

"Arishuel doesn't hate Mariage, does he?"

"I really like that guy. Didn't you say that before?

"I said..."

Last time I saw her, Arishuel spoke of Mariage with a vision eye. I was surprised at how she looked.

"When I met Rowen, I changed the way I saw things."

Overlaying white graceful hands on your knees, says Arishuel.

"And about your fathers and your mothers. And about the nobles who surround me. And all about the same queen candidate. It's completely different now than it used to be in this eye."

When I felt like I knew, Die thought.

Before I served Mariage again myself and now, the world in my eyes is completely different in size. When we meet different values, the doors of the new world open with sound. The feeling is understandable.

"Die, I was listening like a dream story."

Smile, Arishuel whispered.

"Rowen tells the story of those around him. Coming out of that story, a cosmetician girl who could only live pretending to be a boy"

That's no way.

Same as Arishuel, being a makeup artist with a candidate queen, etc.

"No, I'm already surprised, too."

The fact that Rowen and Arishuel, whom Mariage sees as natural enemies, fall in love among the most intimate categories in the flower district, is also a good place for Blue Sky Thunder.

"... I've said it many times, but I like mariage"

Arishuel whispered, tiding her cheeks as she revealed her secrets.

"So I'm very glad that you, Rowen's friend, are Mariage's makeup artist."

"Why do you like Master Mariage so much?

I didn't think Arishuel liked Die's master so far. Is there any reason?

Arishuel narrowed his eyes to a distant glance, slightly distorting his willow brow.

"... he's so straight in this world that he's just lying"

Somehow she cares for the meaning put into her words, and Die lays her eyes down.

Arishuel is right, Mariage is straight. It's too straight, and I say "I" too.

But she's such a sweet girl who's seriously worried and scolded me for being lost. And I never sell Mei.

A queen candidate who is about to cry and stare into the world.

Die's master.

I guess Arishuel is attracted to her figure of trying to stand without losing something called herself in an aristocratic society where complex thoughts intertwine.

"He doesn't really hate you that much about Arishuel."

There are five queen candidates in total. With the exception of Arishuel and Mariage himself, there are three. But all that goes up Mariage's mouth is about Alishuel.

"Perhaps Mariage is envious of all things Arishuel has to offer."

I've always wondered if Mariage simply hates Arishuel furiously, but I'm starting to think that maybe it's not really true. Cuteness is too much.

When asked for the first time about the definition of a beautiful person, Mariage was the first to mention Arishuel on the balls. The girl closest to the queen's candidacy and the girl farthest away. Strangely enough, they make each other an object of vision.

"There's one more thing I envy about Mariage."

"What is it?

Arishuel laughed.

"Your friends like you are very close."

I want to insist on her narrowing her eyes that I'm really jealous, that Die is different.

I don't think Mariage is a friend.

She is the master of the house where she serves, at the employer of the die.

-... that's all, or when asked, no, though.

Friends. Friends. I wonder what such a word would refer to in the first place.

Die saw the letter at hand. The person who gives this must also be a friend of Die's. But just because the die thinks unilaterally, does he think of me as a friend? Even if not as much as parents and children, there are years between us that are close to it.

So what about Titianna, who is equally old away?

And -... what about Heath?

Die wondered what it was like for her to be Mariage and everyone who served her.

"Die."

Arishuel draws back consciousness that is about to slip away from the point of view.

"Rowen said he was at the Flower Street cemetery on the Sabbath morning"

Squeezing her hand on her knees, Arishuel shook her smoking gold lashes.

"Give me that letter, please"

Give it to Rowen.

Personally, I can't hate Arishuel. Because it turns out that, just like Mariage, it's a cramped world. At the same time, he is Rowen's lover.

Rowen was a friend to Die and a benefactor at the same time. The doctor who was seeing Die's body in Flower Street was Rowen.

How can you refuse their request?

Alishuel laughed as the die shook his head up in acknowledgement.

The face was truly beautiful and adorable.

The makeup I applied to Arishuel after finishing the long story was apparently suitable for the Gertrude family owner's glasses. The last time I was asked to be exclusive to the Gertrude family for a joke, Die carefully put in a no. With that in his ear, Byram must have found out that Arishuel's 'persuasion' ended in failure. He had changed his complexion only for a moment and was staring at Arishuel.

Although I was concerned about Arishuel, who might be reprimanded by Byram, Mariage, teething to the limits of patience, was more important to Die. Keeping her in the Gertrude family any longer could cause anger to explode and cause problems between the two houses. Die politely thanked and greeted him and resigned from the Gertrude family with Kilim, who had brought the place well.

The first report to Heath, which was used and remained at home, was left to Kilim, and Die made the care of Mariage's skin a priority.

I go out with her as she removes Mariage's makeup and tones her skin, while she keeps fooling around about how the lord of the Gertrude family is an aristocratic nobleman with no nose. They asked me about my conversation with Arishuel, but I can't talk about Rowen. Mariage silenced herself when she only told her that the room she was guided to was a study room and that she was eager to encourage her studies in order to be queen.

Even after taking care of Mariage's skin, I did chores with this and went to Heath's room to report the jewelry of what had happened at the Gertrude family only after the lights went out.

Die sighed as he walked through the hallway.

(About Rowen, what do I do)

Being alone with Arishuel must be coming from Kilim. I have to tell Heath what happened then. But he accounted for the bulk of the conversation with Arishuel, and Die kept getting lost on what to say about Rowen.

Simply put, it is better to report it. Anyway, this doesn't just end with a friend's love bridge. Arishuel is a candidate for queen.

Besides, in order to fulfill Arishuel's wish, I have to get a holiday on the morning of the nearest Sabbath to visit the flower district. We will need to talk about that as well.

But something has gone wrong, swirling in the die.

Arriving in front of Heath's room doesn't set my mind.

When I was stopping and roaring at the idea, the door inadvertently opened.

"Wah!"

"... and. What is it, you?"

Heath, with her face out from across the door, laughed small.

"I thought it was someone because people's signs wouldn't move. Is that today's report?

"... yes"

"I feel good. I just dropped a paragraph.... Go ahead."

Open the door, Heath opens the way. The hinged sound echoed in the corridor at night.

You can't just keep stopping like this.

Die passed beside Heath ready and stepped into the room with great care.