The Queen’s Cosmetician

Die, who visited Mariage's room for makeup, grinned bitterly at the way she lay down on the table and slept. Reasonable, you shouldn't have heard back from me when I called you into the room.

"Dear Mariage,"

Die walked over and put his cosmetic bag at his feet. And it takes to rock her up.

"Yep...?... Oh, Die"

Mariage, with her thin eyes open, woke her body as she held her head down.

"What...?

"It's time to get ready for the night club. The Reese will be here soon."

"Huh? Ah... that's the time"

Die walked over to the wall with a mariage sideways hiding a zero yawn with his hands. Take the water drain placed on the shelf and pour a cup of awakening into the high cup.

"You're kind of tired"

I couldn't sleep when I was thinking about it. Yesterday.

To Die's words, Mariage responded in a grumpy manner.

"Uh, headache."

"Is that a thought?

With the high cup in his hand, Die asks as he walks over.

Mariage nodded carelessly as she received the water.

"A little yesterday... I was just wondering"

Thanks to you, she groans sleepy, and she pours water down her throat. Hearing the words, Die roared, Hmm.

There were two plans for Mariage yesterday. First thing in the morning, he was visiting with Heath an intermediate aristocratic house that he seems to have long supported the Mizwilli family. After that, she didn't see anything unusual about her being back at the mansion once to get herself together.

In the afternoon, Mariage is out to a nightclub organised by the Whistlewisms. If something happened, it would be then.

"... is that bothering you?

It's unusual to think of something like this, as often as you get eclampsia.

"Arishuel was acting a little weird."

The die, who asked casually, was about to take off the high cup of sky offered to the resulting answer.

"... Alishuel's?

Support the cup with both hands and inquire back.

"That's right."

Mariage answered yawning mix as she scratched her hair up unconstitutionally.

"It was kind of... weird. When was the next gathering to bowl with her?"

"Hmm, I don't know if I have to check it out, but can you come to the luncheon the day after tomorrow? It's an invitation from the Kersung family."

Meliá, the eldest daughter of the Carsung family, is the same queen candidate as the mariages. All other candidates are probably invited to the ceremony of the house with the Queen's candidacy.

"... right.... but I wish I could come."

To Mariage's profound words, Die moaned upset.

"I said I should come..."

It is.

Is it possible that Arisuel won't show up again?

Fu and Rowen things go past the back of his brain. Arishuel and I said we were going to discuss the future. He seemed like a heartbeat to put Arishuel back home.

In the end, did you decide to take him out?

-... has not reported to Mariage the relationship between the doctor, a friend of Die's, and Arishuel.

Heath also didn't seem to have told her.

If Die revealed to Mariage about the Rowens now, how would she react?

Approximately to Die's reticence, Mariage suddenly slammed a book on his desk that would form an Oyama.

"In the end, I didn't finish reading"

"... is this your homework from Master Livort?

"That's right. I'm not so relieved."

With an abominable eye, Mariage stares at the book. It is a material that is being forced to read because it will be needed at the dawn of becoming queen. How to behave as a queen, history of historical queens, art-related, and various other readings.

I became reluctant to leave before I was invited, but Mariage still throws it out for a moment when it comes to seating. The valves of the samurai who just don't get eclampsia.

As he followed the title of the stacked book with his eyes, Die remembered, whoops, what caught him.

(... Speaking of which, you don't have a book on money)

I've never seen a document in a Mariage room about money, like the one you see in Asma's study.

(Dear Maria, I don't think you knew much about the money at first...)

Strange thing to think about again. If there are materials available for becoming a queen, there should be a wide range of fields, but it is somewhat skewed.

The only thing I don't see is something economically relevant.

Something about politics.

Everything.

"Speaking of Die"

"Yes, sir"

Returning to me on the call, Die corrected his abode. Mariage, with her cheek cane poked on the table, turns her walnut-colored sleepy eyes to the die.

"If things change, so do you."

"... me, and?

"It's Heath. You and Heath."

Die breathed unconsciously.

"If you've had a fight, make up for it. I won't if I'm depressed."

"... Yes"

To the nodded die, Mariage pointed to the watermark between the walls.

"Water, have another drink"

It would be her kindness that changed the story.

At the same time, the maids appeared with their costumes for moderation as they walked out toward the water, relieved that they had not been deeply pursued.

I wonder why you noticed.

Interacting with him is supposed to be the usual thing in public.

Die was walking down the hallway, marveling at Mariage's insight.

With that leg of finishing mariage makeup and re-treating the tools to his room, Die is headed to Heath's room. He's scheduled to be away from the mansion tonight, but at this hour he should still have been in the office.

Enter between refrains and knock on the door that leads to the back.

"Go ahead."

Before the die was named, a reply of acceptance was received.

"Excuse me."

In the room I stepped in, stating no, was Kilim, the deacon. Heath was in the middle of discussing something with him.

Die was a big man at the door and waited for their story to end. Apparently, it's a tea party consultation scheduled around the next Sabbath. It's not something that Mariage goes out to, it's something that the Mizwieri family hosts. We will soon have a story from the head of the maid on the matter.

"... Die, what can I do for you?

Once, they separated the story.

To Heath's question, Die answered with a glance at Kilim.

"I need to talk to you."

Heath seems to have drawn the meaning of Die's gaze. He looks up to the deacon.

"Report back when you've cleared up more than that."

"Yes, sir."

Kilim, prompted to leave the room far away, returns her heel politely. Die dropped him off.

The door is closed and the footsteps are kept away.

Make sure it was just the two of us, Die moved to the front of Heath's desk.

"Consultations, what?

Keep your distance and turn back to the die that stopped your leg, Heath asks.

I want to go down to the city.

Die answered instantly.

"Permission, would you please?

"... I thought I had procured the tools?

"Yep. The reason is not that way.... It's Rowen."

Even though we knew we were the only ones on this occasion, our voices were lowered one by one.

"Master Mariage was leaking it earlier. I met her yesterday, and she said something was wrong with Arishuel."

And her likeness seemed to give Mariage the impression that she would never see her again.

To the report, Heath roared with her hands on her mouth.

"... Rowen could take her away," he said?

"At first he said he wasn't going to take you.... I wanted to ask you what you ended up doing. I don't know where Rowen is, but I think Kite and the others can meet us at Miguel's."

"Oh, you were talking, is that Rowen's brother"

"Yes."

"... ok"

Heath's silence was only a few moments away.

"I'll try to adjust my plans to be vacant"

"... can Master Liveau come too?

"I can't let you go by yourself."

Since then, there has always been one guard on the way out across the gate.

Ask Miguel to send out a letter in advance and bring the product to the front. Last time I was deluded because I couldn't afford to go to the store in time, but since the second time I've had a headache about what a reason to call him.

"... thank you"

"... is the story over?

"Yep."

"Okay. Thank you very much."

Heath's smile, speaking the words of labor, was cropping up.

Clerical smile.

"Thank you"

Die bowed his head and walked out. Proceed early.

And I didn't look back at Heath, I went outside.

Keep a little back in the closed door and look up at the ceiling.

(... dull)

It was hard before when I was distanced from Titianna. But that was because we couldn't even talk.

This time, Heath doesn't cool the die. It's not like I don't laugh. Nor do I ignore it.

I have a proper response if you talk to me. They also consult with me.

They've all just gotten clerical.

When I stood beside him, I just started to keep my distance a lot.

I just stopped calling each other names.

That's been going on since then, about half a month.

(Liars)

As he walked out, Die groaned in his chest.

(Liars)

I said I wouldn't hate it.

I said I'd call my name.

As long as you want.

Many times.

But he's rejecting himself now.

(Liars)

I'm a child, I'm a child.

But Die couldn't help but resent him for suddenly changing his attitude.

I think at the same time.

That time. Strong, when I was hugged.

Would it not have been like this if I had held him back? Would you have called me by my name unchanged? Would you have laughed softly? Sometimes you stroke your head, you tell jokes.

Would you have stayed the same as before?

If it's hard like this, I wish I hadn't run then.

Properly, I should have asked Heath what that act meant.

A pain in the name of regret tightens the core of the body.

The sighing die stopped at the sound of voices from across the hallway.

"Die!"

"... Titi"

Titianna is the samurai who rushes over. She looked badly panicked and stopped in front of the die with her breath out.

"Die, you were at Master Livot's earlier, weren't you? Are you there yet?"

"Huh? Yeah. I think he's here. I just left my room."

Die, who looked back in Heath's office direction and replied, turned to Titianna with his neck tilted.

"What's wrong with you?

"I have a customer."

"... is there someone who's in trouble?

"Really?"

said Titianna as she dropped her shoulders wide.

"Lord Gertrude's wife is here."

The Gertrude family. Behind the owner. I mean, it's Arishuel's mother.

Unlike our Lord, Our Lady rarely shows up. Apparently only when the Gertrude family hosts something, the extent to which they come out to say hello.

"The truth is, your wife was the son of the Gertrude family."

Titianna returns to the refrain room with a report of a guest visit to Heath, explaining as she prepares tea for the break.

"What do you mean... erm, if it's true, your wife was in charge?

"That's right. Your lord Byrum is the brother of Her Majesty the former Queen of Eirene, isn't he? I was adopted by my son-in-law. Now I'm a Gertrude family with the momentum to drop flying birds, but I used to be not that much of a senior aristocrat. But since Lord Byrum was an ambitious man on that street and built the Gertrude family's present power, his wife can't lift her head."

"I see."

"But I wonder what the hell the wife is up to...?

Mariage and Heath should be facing each other in the reception room with their depths by now.

I shoved a nasty hunch that boiled all over my chest, and Die shrugged his shoulder, come on.

"I hope it's not too weird"

"Right."

Before the consenting die, Titianna gently places the tea that makes the hot air. Die thanked her for going around in front of herself.

"... thank you"

"You're welcome."

Take a seat with your share of tea in your hand, Titianna smiles at the die with a grin. After being laughed back, Die lifted his hips and reached for a sugar pot placed in the center of the table to add sweetness to the tea.

"Hey, Die"

"What is it?

Stop your hand, Die looked down at Titianna.

"Lately, I don't seem to be well..."

Poking her cheek wand on the table, she continues her words as she shows hesitation.

"Anything wrong?

"Ah..."

Like, no words came up.

My body is tense.

To the standing die, Titianna dropped a sugar pot.

"Yes. Tell me and I'll take it."

"... thank you.... do I look unwell?

"Yeah. I can see it. But, you know, I can't think of a reason. I also thought it might be Mariage-sama's eclampsia... If it's your fault, I hope so."

Titianna asked me if I was getting caught up with Heath, too, but she didn't. I guess it just means boredom is an indication.

Die got to his seat and opened the sugar pot. Drop the sugar, dull with a spoon, in sawdust and tea.

The brown powder melted quickly and became invisible.

"... hey, there's something depressing about it"

"... what can you say to me?

"... not really, I don't want to,"

I didn't want to talk about it with Heath. We were calling each other names, he's the only one who knows, about his name, about the time just the two of us, and what happened then.

"Yes."

Titianna opened her mouth without pursuing it deeply, then.

"... Also, do you think you can get better?

Is the prospect of solving the problem standing?

To her inquiry, Die shook his head to the side.

"... I don't know"

I'd like to inquire about Heath, but I'm afraid I won't be able to.

Now we can still have a conversation.

But if you can't even do that.

"Is there anything I could possibly do to make the die feel better?

Tilt your neck small, Titianna asks. Thankful offer, my chest gets hot. But it wasn't even a problem I could rely on her for.

Nothing, Die almost answered, raised his gaze to a certain flash.

"... Titi"

"Hmm?"

Ask Titianna, smiling and waiting for an answer, terrified.

"Um, can I have a head stroke, please?

"Huh?"

I guess it was something I didn't expect. Titianna opened her eyes and looked back at the die unexpectedly. But it's also a moment. She laughs, shows consent.

"Fine. Sure."

Hands stretching out quietly.

"All right, all right."

Slowly.

It moves to stroke the cat's head. Besides, Die leaned softly over his head.

Titianna's hand is never big. It is a feminine hand with soft curves, although it is used in water work.

Not like Heath's.

What is his hand that is cold and sweet and paralyzes the senses.

Still, Die couldn't help but overlap it with the feel of Titianna's hand.

Dream.

Have another day, as before, when I can get him to touch me softly.

Don't understand what that desire means.

Die, who was immersed in the plumage of the slow giver, raised his gaze blurred in his hand, which stopped at the pretend.

Titianna turns a puzzled eye.

"... die, you..."

The moment she asked something.

The door to the room opened abruptly.

"... Master Livot?

Lift your hips and Titianna groans. Die was followed again and looked to the door.

Has the customer left? With his hands on the edge of the open door, Heath is standing.

With some harsh look on his face, he glanced at Titianna. I glanced at him, so to speak. She hurriedly upright on the spot, pulling her hand from the die with a slight glimpse into its chilling gaze.

Die groans in surprise as he stands up imitating Titianna.

"... something"

Was there?

"Die, come."

Don't wait until the end for the words, Heath said.

"I'm going down to the city now."