The Queen’s Cosmetician

Filling the evening, elegant music for gentlemen and ladies to cheer on.

A dancing male and female tread echoes a mild sound.

In the corner of that hall, where everyone laughed at the feast, Mariage was listening to the artist's story that he was from another country. I have never left the country. It's not just the country. I've never been out of this city. The story of a strange land was really interesting and made me forget the cramped air of the night club.

Even if I have been in such a place in the most recent times, I will not suffer from its cramping. Accepting the invitation of the nobles is no longer that annoying. It used to be frustrating that every person I met seemed to mock me, but it wasn't uncommon to end up in a soothing mood, even if it wasn't even fun these days.

The lid called me from behind when I wanted to have a feast.

"Mariage"

Mariage looks back and puts her face to the presence of her daughter, who lies there.

"... Arishuel?

Arishuel Gertrude nodded in response to the call.

Everyone but Mariage will rise from their seats at once, welcoming their most powerful candidate for Queen. Arishuel was still beautiful today. Straight golden hair is well assembled, with several small blue flowers on its knotted mouth. The pale beach-based costume emphasized a limb and brought out her clarity.

Arishuel narrowed his eyeballs and laughed sorry.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your welcome.... Mariage, I'm sorry when I'm having fun, but could you give me a moment?

"I?"

"Yep."

It's not uncommon for Arishell to talk to herself. But this was the first time I had ever interrupted in the middle of a story like this.

Mariage stood up with her hands holding the hem of the costume and smiled at those who entertained herself.

"Excuse me for a moment. Can I talk to you again, please?

They turn to Mariage and, of course, they undertake it in two replies. With a whispering fullness that what appeared in its eyes was not Arishuel but himself, Mariage turned back her heels.

Push open the bold door and step into the unpopular garden you are guided to. A garden lit by a bonfire. Orange light shakes the contours of well-maintained plants.

Arishuel steps down the stairs ahead of Mariage and steps on the lawn. Mariage put her back on the door and looked down at the queen candidate, who was always ahead of herself.

"... So, what business?

Arishuel looked back and smiled.

"... the election of the queen is approaching, so for once, I wanted to talk to you properly"

"Then you just have to come to us. I'll make you some tea."

Mariage groans in frustration. I was interrupted because I enjoyed the conversation. This degree of disgust would be tolerated.

"Or if you're also the princess of the Gertrude family, does that mean that an underground house isn't worth a personal visit?

"You're mean, Mariage."

That's right. Arishuel also leaked a bitter laugh and raised the sound to this irony.

"Right... you're right. We should have visited your mansion."

"... Queen's candidate, are you calling everyone around?

"Yep. You're the last."

"Kindness"

"But you're the only one I really wanted to talk to."

Mariage frowned at Arishuel, who laughed mocking herself. Would she have been such a laughing girl? Mariage's known candidate for queen, Alishuel Gertrude, should be a transcendent daughter, who constantly grins at her leisure in any phase.

That's what I think. Now she's so depressed that she's going to melt into the shadows.

But it's not the same pattern as being asked what happened.

Mariage sighed and urged Arishuel to continue his story.

"... So, what's the point?

"... I wanted to ask you, Mariage"

Put one breath down with a strange face, and she mouths the question.

"If you could be queen, what country would you like to build?

"... what?

Being asked questions that differed from anything he expected, Mariage leaked a dumb voice.

What kind of country do you want to make, etc.

"I've never even thought about it."

Even though it's suspicious if you can be a queen in the first place, do you think about it after you become a queen?

"Is there anything like this in the country, by and large? Country is not country."

"There's got to be. Because we're competing for the Queen's throne to make this country a better place."

"Better...?

To the confusing mariage, Arishuel said.

"Yes. Choose a better queen to make it a better country. That's what this Queen's electorate is supposed to mean."

Different? And even when asked to agree, Mariage was unable to return her opinion immediately.

I never even thought about why there was a queen's electorate. For Mariage, this ritual in which he participates was merely a custom. Without a daughter in charge of the next generation of the fallen queen, the ritual to be performed. That was all.

"Hey Mariage. What kind of country do you want to build?

"Are you asking around?

"Yes."

"What do you do when you hear that?

I just want to make sure.

"... what?

Arishuel does not answer Mariage's question. Just shake your head loosely and shut your mouth. Mariage gave up pursuit. If you're unwilling to answer an out-of-the-box stubborn Arishuel, it's called a broken bone from an inquiry.

Apparently, you can't let me go until you give me the right answer to Arishuel's intentions. Mariage put his arms together and had no choice but to turn his mind around.

What kind of country do you want to create?

Similar to Die's question about how he wants to be beautiful. I took a long time to answer when she asked me, but I can't possibly answer to Arishuel right away.

"I don't know."

In the end, all I could say was that.

"... I don't think I want to be a queen or be a queen."

"Really?

Alishuel groaned unexpectedly, opening Bi's eyes to the point where they were about to fall apart.

"Then why are you running for queen? Though I thought I could resign..."

"Oh, Arishuel. You don't know? Even if the Queen's candidate could have come out of a house that had fallen so much, she'd be slapped in the pussy about the current state of the Missouri family.

Mariage groaned as she shelved her past self, who had no idea about her house.

"If I don't run for queen, we won't survive."

"I've seen you around here a lot lately, so I thought you were seriously going to be queen."

Many see Mariage's behavior these days as an indication of her willingness to run for queen. But actually, no.

"You can't do that because you guys are here. I can't believe the queen."

It is unlikely that I will ever be queen.

The more I knew exactly what was going on, the farther I thought the journey to the Queen was. No matter how competent and good Heath is at negotiating, the Gertrude family's power cannot be overshadowed. If the other queen candidates consign to kick Arishuel off, they'll be able to rub who will be queen among them. And there's no gap between mariages.

Something I can't help but care more about than the end of the Queen's race. That's someone else as queen - eighty-nine out of ten, I guess the girl in front of me - elected, later.

"I come to a place like this simply because I want to live like before, even after the Queen's race is over"

If the Queen is elected, the various privileges and assistance being granted to the candidates will be discontinued. By then, I wanted support and connections to keep the Mizwilli family in the 'senior nobility'.

An afternoon meal at a tea party to which the Queen's candidates are invited, a place called a night club, was really the perfect place to go for such an edge. Even if I couldn't be queen, I wanted to plant the consciousness of the 'Mizwilli family lady princess'. To that end, he also re-studied his behavior.

"I don't have many houses attached downstairs. I don't have half the number of kids who work at home, but if we fall, it's like we're all in trouble. Even I can't live in the service of someone now."

If you lose your place in intermediate aristocracy, you have to serve someone advanced. That way of life, I can't do it.

Then we will have to do the least we can to stay as a senior nobleman.

"... don't you want to be queen? Mariage."

It's not like I don't want to be.

But I'm not eager.

In the first place, I've never wanted that status myself.

The first time I didn't dismiss the Queen's candidacy was because it was what my father wanted. He wanted Mariage to be queen. Each time I was exposed to contempt in an invited house, I was even desperate for myself, who was unlikely to be satisfied with one of his father's wishes. But when she found out that Die had falsified her gender to fulfill her mother's wishes and even stopped her physical time, Mariage thought.

How foolish to live according to the wishes of the dead.

How pathetic it is to live by shredding yourself for the dead.

The dead do not labor the girl who suffered in search of a place to live. Same goes for Mariage's father. Where I became queen, it's not like he's already dead happy.

I think it is honorable to accompany the wishes of the deceased. But you shouldn't have to be tied to selfish pushing anywhere. My father didn't wish me the Queen's throne because he wanted me to be happy. He just couldn't stand the fall of his wife's house. I just wanted glory.

I don't have a hair on my mariage, such as my intention to follow it and live.

"I'm sorry it feels kind of unexpected, but I just wish I could be queen, that's all I think about."

If you were chosen as queen, there would be things that would be easier. It is recognition to that extent.

That's why I never thought about being queen.

"... yes"

Arishuel, having finished listening to Mariage, groaned small and dropped his shoulder. I feel like I've done something wrong uninterruptedly to the way I've been badly discouraged.

(What, you want to make a country?

Rebellion Arishuel's question in his chest.

You don't even know exactly what this country is in the first place.

In the case of the die, I was stuck about it. Tough enough to distort your life, craftsmanship. That something called a flower district does exist under the same country.

Once, I knew nothing.

"… it would be nice to be free to choose your job"

"... Huh?

Raise the voice that Arishuel played slightly. Mariage hastily excused herself to the look of her full of anticipation.

"Oh, yeah. Though I can think of one.... because my makeup artist... seems to have done so in relation to my parent's position. See, this country has a craftsmanship system, right? I have to get a job with my parents."

"... ah. Yep."

"I don't know, should I lose it? I wonder if it would have been easier for her. I was just wondering if some kids were forced to inherit their parental positions even though they wanted to get other jobs."

For Alishuel, who doesn't know the circumstances, it could have been a mysterious story.

But she hammered heavily as she was impressed.

"So?"

"... hey, don't get me wrong, okay? I can think of that now. Idea."

"Oh, yeah..."

"... but you don't want to be scorned for being."

Being forced to live the way others do is painful. Being unacknowledged.

Until the die showed up, there was nothing facing Mariage from the front.

Until then, it was very hard.

"When I'm queen, I think that's what I want to be."

We are not saintly princes, as we all wish we were happy.

But I can't help but be depressed if the people around me look unhappy. That's all I want to avoid.

"Thanks"

Apparently I was satisfied with Mariage's answer. Arishuel presents his apology.

"... thank you Mariage. I'm glad to see you tonight."

"... what. Don't say anything disgusting."

"I'm sorry."

Her expression, laughing with her hands on her mouth, was somewhat brighter than earlier.

"But I really do."

Is it clear - to Arishuel's bright smile, while Mariage thought so.

"... it's good to see you"

Arishuel suddenly distorted his expression.

I think I'm gonna cry now, that face.

Something's wrong.

"... Arishuel? How about you?"

"I can't be queen."

blocking Mariage's inquiry, Arishuel said resolutely.

"You should be the queen."

"A...... Arishuel? What are you saying?"

Mariage, listen to me.

Squeezing Mariage's cuffs, Arishuel groans at her plea. Mariage couldn't hide the upset from her as she peered into her face.

"I didn't think of anything. to the future of this country. I couldn't hope for anything. I couldn't pray. The happiness of my father, my mother and my sisters, nothing. You think a man like that deserves a queen?

"Well, the queen's credentials and everything, they all recognize you, don't they?

Whatever Arisuel may say, the name everyone names as the head of the queen's candidacy is hers.

"But I can't."

Her hands, so gently shaking her neck to the side, were losing blood and trembling.

"I said no. Because I"

"Dear Arishuel,"

Over the door, a creaking voice echoes.

Look back at the door behind you. Beyond the glass, I saw a samurai looking for Arishuel and walking. She is screaming Arishuel's name as she looks around.

The look on Arishuel's face is cloudy.

"... sorry. Let me tell you something weird."

Arishuel apologized with a sinking voice and took a distance from Mariage.

"Is that your samurai?

"Yes.... I had my seat removed because I wanted to talk to you"

"Dear Arishuel,"

A samurai opened the door.

The story interrupts.

"Did you come here? It's time."

"... ok"

Arishuel, who nodded to the samurai, ordered in perseverance.

"Meer, say hello to Mariage properly"

Following orders, the samurai bows her head without love. Mariage thought for the first time she was pathetic about Arishuel, who had to be accompanied by such a gloomy samurai.

"... well, mariage"

"Wait."

She stops to stop Mariage and looks back just at her neck, and Arishuel smiles faintly.

"Tell Die thank you, too"

Yes, leave her, she disappears across the hallway.

Mariage dropped that back off as she was about to freak out about the various questions she was leaving.

Standing on the spot often, he finally returns from the realm of oblivion, pushing the folded fan hard against his jaw and asking himself.

"... why here, is the die in the story?