The Queen’s Cosmetician

What I told him at the beginning of the report was that Byram went through Arishuel to pull out the die.

"As planned, is it?"

"Yes."

Heath, sitting deep in her chair, roars low on the report. Die asked him to put the tip of the writing instrument on his desk and come up with something.

"With what I said no...... is there, after all, harassment or something?

"Disobedient, is seen as. The Gertrude family's husband would think that one or two makeup artists should give it to him if he were to be downgraded. He's magnificent. Must be unforgivable for you to hurt your feelings."

"... is that okay?

"This is the same senior nobleman as that house. Moreover, houses producing queen candidates are treated equally. What do you need to be humble about? The situation in the house must be unfavourable now, but we can turn it upside down."

"... can you flip it?

"Of course."

Heath responds instantly.

"... Really..."

And he raised his eyebrows to this uninspiring reaction.

"What's up? You seem a little nervous."

"No. I was just wondering if you were anxious or how you would turn it upside down"

"Well, watch it"

He confidently raises his mouth angle. Die frowned and tied his lips to that smile, which appeared somewhere gruesome.

Heath doesn't pinch extra feelings at work. If you are compelled to do so, you will not choose the means, nor will you probably hesitate to move people like pawns on a board. That's how Heath works, which Die has understood over the past six months.

(About the Rowens)

Wouldn't that be a handbill against the Gertrude family?

Die lay down his eyes and thought of Arishuel's letter, which came to the cosmetic box of his mother's shapes. Heath would not treat it as mere love sentences. It must be seen and done as the key to losing Arishuel.

The hunch blunts Die's judgment.

"... Deanna?

There was a sound of the chair moving. Die raises his face to the signs of people walking by.

"What's wrong with you?

Stopped beside the die, Heath tilted her neck.

"Huh? Yes, no"

"You have some dark face though. If there's anything going on over there, tell me."

"No, nothing. Nothing."

Die insisted reflexively. Heath looked suspicious and had no further pursuit.

"Come."

He suddenly took Die's hand and invited him to the table.

"Let's make some tea."

recommending the chair, he says.

"I'll drown you."

Die rushed to control Heath's offer. Positively, I can't let him, my boss, do something like a waiter.

But Heath dismissed Die's claim quickly.

"No. You're a bad girl."

"... I have no words to give back"

Keeping the dripping die intact, Heath walked toward the shelf, including leaking a laugh. Most of the time I get a samurai to prepare tea, but this is the time. Everyone is resting. The set of tea tools placed on the shelf would have been prepared by the samurai before she could finish her job and back off. The water filled the bottle in which the thermal insulation procedure was carved, thinking that it had boiled during the refrain.

(Weird one)

Looking at Heath, who handily trimmed the tea, Die thought.

Heath's instructions are given by a person with a subordinate for a year or two. That's not it. He was obviously used to being able to follow someone.

But with equal naturalness, he burns the care of others.

Like now, for example.

"... Heath is your brother for sure"

"I was there. My sister."

"And some of you were like your brother"

"What's the sudden matter?

"I don't know if Heath's used to taking care of people, either."

"As you're used to it, do you see it?

"I can see it. Me, like I'm left to be burned..."

"I can't keep my eyes open."

Ka, and put the tea bowl on the table, and Heath laughed.

"Soon you'll be stuck on your feet to something weird, won't you? At the Gertrude family, they show up like someone else, and they're with Miss Arishuel."

"Oh, so I remember!

Die shouted as he received tea from him.

"Heath, isn't that terrible? Why didn't I know right then? Master Arishuel found out in one shot today that I was lost then."

"Huh? Even though it was your usual outfit today?

"Yes."

How could Heath not have realized what Arishuel knew when he hadn't been there for four and a half minutes?

"Why were you wearing 'women's clothes'? Didn't they ask you?

"... er... I couldn't touch that place..."

Probably because I thought that was the way it should be. Or maybe it's because it wasn't the point.

As Heath pulled out the chair, she lowered her hips opposite the die. Hands together on the table, he laughs.

"Really, why didn't you notice? I had no idea."

"I was in a pretty hurry then. I was staring at you with great eyes."

"I'm sorry"

Returning a bitter laugh at Die's blame, Heath placed her center of gravity on the back of the chair.

"I really don't know why."

Whispering, he lays his eyes slightly down.

"... or maybe I just... didn't want to notice"

"To what?

To Die's inquiry, he smiled faintly.

"You're the girl."

"... is there a problem?

To be a woman.

"If it's more convenient to shake a man, I will do so all the time. He was treated like a man in the Gertrude family."

I don't remember any more bitterness in acting as a man in itself - if this body doesn't grow like this, it's never hard to simulate it to a boy.

"No. That's not what I meant"

They don't have a problem with Die being a woman. Heath slowly shakes her head to the side.

"So what's this all about?

Aware of his frustration with the way things were said stuck in his unlike teeth, Die pointed at his mouth tip.

Heath just smiles.

Sad, just smile.

It's like I'm enjoying crying.

There's no such thing as a confident man.

(sloppy)

Die sighs inside.

(If they look like that)

To ask, I can't ask.

Losing the words to go on, Die silenced. Don't let them wander your gaze.

"Ku...... ku"

A small laugh echoed in the futon room, and Die glanced back at Heath. He breaks his body, holds his mouth, and he's throating.

"You don't have to look so hard."

"... Who made you?

Die looked up at Heath resentfully.

Don't you ever laugh when people say they took it seriously?

"Excuse me, don't stare at me like that"

Heath rocks her shoulders wide with laughter. Being apologized for like that isn't convincing at all. Die glared at Heath even more sternly.

"Deanna"

If the die doesn't get angry, Heath changes and tightens her expression.

And as he embarked himself, he pleaded with a troubled face.

"Forgive me."

It's like gently stroking your hair.

Low, sweet voice.

"... I don't know what Heath is. I feel sloppy."

"What is it?

Heath responds to this one, who growls on the tannic side, with a strange face.

"That's enough."

Bringing it to the back of the chair, Die groaned. Even an unparalleled sense of fatigue weighs your head down.

Heath, smiling bitterly, reached for a tea bowl that interrupted the hot air.

"... What other stories did you have with Miss Alishuel?

"Hmmm......"

Die conceived as he followed with his gaze what he did with his mouth on the tea bowl. I still think it's now if we're going to talk about Rowen, but I really can't get through it.

"... you think Alishuel loves Mariage"

In the end, something different came up first from what I most wanted to talk about.

"... what? Really?

"Looks like."

Die woke up and reached for tea and nodded to Heath to show it.

"I was listening to Master Arishuel and thought," You don't hate Master Arishuel that much either, do you? I make a fuss every time... but I think it's a weird relationship. "

"It's really a strange relationship. Why would Miss Arishuel like Mariage?

"I think he's jealous."

"Envious?"

He can't figure out why. Heath openly distorts his expression.

Die laughed bitterly at his reaction, while stating his guess.

"Dear Arishuel, my life seemed a lot cramped"

"I see."

Heath, who snorted one convincingly, supplements it with a theory.

"Master Mariage is quite free to go there. Right. Miss Arishuel will be forced to live a rather breathless life. I can't help but notice you like that."

"I have more friends like me, so I'm jealous."

"... were you and Master Mariage friends with each other?

Heath stopped her hand carrying tea into her mouth, with a surprise face.

"No, I denied it there too..."

The die is a mouthful.

Many fear that the children of noblemen and the people born in Hanayashi are friends with each other. Mariage would become more and more angry if she knew she was seen by Arishuel that way.

"What have you seen and judged you to be a friend of Master Mariage? Miss Arishuel won't see you where you two are together."

"Right"

"There are parts of us nearby that I'm comfortable with."

"Huh!? Really?!?

To his unexpected opinion, Die peeled off his eyes. Not Heath's valve earlier, but I wonder what we saw of ourselves and he thought so.

"What do you actually think?

"... that I, Master Mariage?

Die roared in arms. I asked myself the same thing at Arishuel's, but the answer remains unanswered.

"... what about Heath?

Distressed by the answer, Die threw Heath the question straight back.

"I?"

"Yes."

Nodding, Die said.

"For Heath, Master Mariage, what is it?

I had trouble answering and asked him for a reference, but I think again.

"... why do you want Master Mariage to be queen?

It should be nearly three years since Heath started serving the Mizweeri family. To repay Mariage's gratitude to his father, according to his covenant with him, Heath works.

Yes, I'm listening.

But I wonder what the truth is. I also don't think Die is the kind of guy Heath would be working on for grace or contract alone again. There must be some other thought.

Mariage puts Heath down as suspicious but uncomfortable, but she has absolute confidence in her ability to do so. Heath, on the other hand, also seemed oddly convinced that she was the Queen's vessel.

I used to think I was talking about Mariage and Arishuel.

I wonder if Heath's chilling attitude toward Mariage is a reversal of affection or deep respect.

"For me, Mariage is my employer."

But behind Die's speculation, Heath responded without any slight emotion.

"The daughter of a gracious man. Queen Candidates Serving"

Die asks, feeling like he's eaten a shoulder watermark.

"That's all?"

"What else is there? My husband and servant. Other than that."

It's pale like him. Enough to even call it cold. To his answer, Die had an inexplicable emotion similar to fright and relief.

"... Together?

In the meantime, Heath glances blatantly at Die, who asked him half a joke.

"Unfortunately, you don't want to have a friendship with Master Mariage. I need you to reduce the number of epilepsies a little bit."

He wandered uncomfortably. He used to do the same when Die talked about how to contact her, but he wants to shy away from getting personal with Mariage.

"I've been honest lately."

"That's because you're very good with Mariage. … you can't even look at each other as friends"

"Really...?

Inquiring, Die thought Mariage would hate it. Embracing the origins of the flower blossoms and seeing them as friends is another story.

"... Now, what about Master Mariage for you?

Heath asks me again when it's my turn to answer. With his arms together, Die twisted his neck. Heath's answer was not helpful, by the way.

"... I don't know"

There's no way I'm going to get a clear answer.

I gave up and shook my head gently.

"When people say you're just, like, an employer and a servant, I kind of feel different, but my friend... yeah. I still feel different about something, don't I? But"

Once the words are separated, Die smiles.

"You must be someone important. I knew I wanted that guy to be queen, and even if he wasn't, I wanted him to be happy."

Mariage can be abusive at times, but it doesn't do anything to hurt the die in a real way. She is a delicate girl who is skilfully savvy. I hope she is more confident and shiny.

"To Heath and Titty and everyone else, I think so,"

I don't want to see someone sick and suffering like my mother anymore.

Regardless, I hope that everyone who cares about me in the flower city will be happy. And the subject also included Rowen.

He was one of those people who was worried about Die's body. I still feel like if I had to help him, when I think he was trying to make contact with Arishuel with such a desperate face who tends to do everything for others as a doctor and second himself. Then I guess it's better not to tell Heath about them.

I can even say he's a mere hire about Mariage serving nearby. If you try him, he won't even be tolerant for Rowen, who is only face-to-face once, and Arishuel, who is no match for the enemy. If you decide it's necessary, it would be trivial for Heath, such as using their company as one of the fabric stones to make Mariage queen.

The flames on the candlestick shake in the silence of night. It's already dark outside the window. The demon tells us the lights are out. All the servants were around the time they were resting in the annex.

"... Heath, I have one favor to ask you."

"Please?"

The voice, spinning ready, dwelt in a strange sound. Heath's pale eyes narrow surprisingly. Die rushed to calm down.

"Um, can I take the morning off next Sabbath?

"What the hell is that?"

With his shoulder-watermarked face, Heath loosens her eyes.

"I suddenly thought something was wrong."

"I'm sorry, but I thought you just took the rest of the day off..."

"Right. I don't mind if Master Mariage's plans seem vacant, but what the hell are you doing?

"There was something that hadn't arrived."

I lied. I threw up.

"To Miguel's, I thought I'd pick it up in the morning."

The buyout is all over. I don't need to go down to the city or anything. Still, I lied. To deliver Arishuel's letter to Rowen in confidence.

"I'll be back as soon as it's done"

"I can't have you send me your stuff... can I? Didn't he know about this one?

"Yes, because if Asma deposits it, it will take time..."

"Fine. Just be careful and go. You're already getting a lot of attention, so why don't you ask Miguel to come out somewhere, if possible?

"Yes."

Hearing Heath's advice in the sky above, Die rose out of his chair.

"Well, it's time for me to go"

"Oh, this is already the time"

Heath, who seems to have weighed his time, singles out that he's talked too long.

"I'm sorry I pushed you even though I'm tired."

"It's my duty to report, so don't worry about it."

"Yes."

"Deanna"

Heath's voice hung from behind her as she ran small toward the door.

"Rest well and don't leave today's fatigue behind"

Stop before you leave the room and Die looks back at him.

"Thank you. Good night, Heath."

"Yep."

Heath was terrible and laughed softly.

"Good night, Deanna"

A wave of uninterrupted regret pushes at that smile like labor.

After all, shouldn't I have exposed everything to him?

Die, who had left the room after pushing in chest pain, closed the door as he stuffed two of Rowen and Arishuel, who had pressed himself to make such a choice.