The Queen’s Cosmetician

In the dark, the light shoots.

The man raised his vain eyes to the shadow that appeared from beyond the door. The Lord of Shadows was a man's well-known woman - a woman he had brought with him for many years.

"Do you think you can do this and be forgiven...?

Being supposed to have been submissive, she laughed glancing at the limbs of the man tied to the chain.

"What you did will not be tolerated."

said the woman.

"I have followed you for many years. Because I believed that would lead to prosperity in our home. As a matter of fact, your paranoia has brought this house to the forefront of prosperity..."

My wife was supposed to be a mediocre, thoughtless woman. It's just used by men. I confess that she was on the man's side.

Evaluation of women is gradually being repainted.

That's what happened when I escaped on that hill. No matter how much you call it, the escorts who were supposed to have been sentinels around the cabin don't show up. Instead it was this woman who followed the minister, waiting for herself to escape with this body, guided by childhood tampering who showed up.

"But that's over, too. You did irrevocably. Whatever the reason, you shouldn't have pointed the blade at your daughter."

For the first time since she appeared, the woman warped her face.

"... our family has lost the Queen's candidacy due to your untruthfulness. Some will discern our unexpected homes for the future. You can't overlook this lapse. You disenfranchise your parents. … From now on, I am the owner of this house"

The woman distorts her mouth to a thin grin.

"Most importantly, I never intended to give you this right. I have only temporarily lent you what my ancestors have inherited for generations."

"Oh."

"You"

The woman whispers, sweet as if this place were in her midst.

"Except for that kid, you did a great job. Reward. Your sins are worthy of death, but I forgive you to live. Look at the fate of this country, okay? In this darkness, all the time, all the time..."

Ever.

The woman just laughed at the growl raised by the man from the fear of crawling up her spine.

"Done"

Die took the powder away and spoke to Mariage. Standing up, she makes a big stretch.

"Oh, that's sloppy."

"I don't have a day to slow down all the time, so you'll get tired too. Go ahead."

"Mmm."

Anticipating the match around the time Mariage lowered her hips, Die gave her a hand mirror. Peeping into it, she loosens her mouth slightly. She never turns her praise to the makeup of a die. Instead, I smile. From what I usually say and do, which tends to give a pungent impression, it's a soft grin that I can't even imagine. That probably manifests her essence. Delicate, gentle.

I only saw it when I finished applying makeup. That's what I really liked about the die.

The black brown hair that Mariage is falling on her shoulder is tangled in her fingers. Twirling. Die caught the tip of his hair, which was twisted, at the edge of his sight.

Mariage's hair is just a little shorter than before.

-... When she noticed the burnt tip of her hair, Mariage just ordered the die to cut off, saying nothing else. And Die aligned her hair tips as she was also ordered, and there was no daring mention of the events that the chopped hair showed.

"It was only this afternoon that Mrs. Rudia could come, wasn't it?

Die nods to Mariage, who asks as she returns the mirror.

"Yes, first thing in the afternoon"

Apparently Byram Gertrude went missing after that night when the mountain hut burned.

With the total power of the Gertrude family, they couldn't find it at last. Rudia officially took over the principals, and said she was going to visit them to greet them and apologize.

An apology for getting involved in the troubles of Arishuel's disappearance.

But naturally, that's not about Rowen's death.

Heath said he was still honest as a response because the Lord would visit this mansion immediately.

Mariage blurs as she pays off her loosely wavy hair off her shoulders.

"You don't have to say hello."

The voice sounded like it was sinking somewhere.

After everyone welcomed Rudia's arrival, time was available a long time ago.

Care for cosmetic tools is relaxed. The servant's room was idle. It's entertainment for Rudia and her entourage, probably because she's not busy.

Outside the window, looking up at the slowly flowing ether of the clouds, Die stopped his hand as he moved the powder of the brush onto the cloth.

After Rowen dies and Arishuel disappears, he counts one Sabbath.

Yet I still can't believe that fact.

At Miguel's store, I feel like I'm snuggling face to face with Rowen again. How are you feeling, my friend, who breaks a little hips and peeks into the die. I can't accept how his person's good smile can no longer be seen.

Mariage also said she didn't feel that the days of biting her teeth when she saw Arishuel laughing admirably continued. But what is depriving the nobles of the subject is not a tribute to Arishuel, but about her disappearance, and Mariage has often quietly and silently returned home in the last few days.

A servant asks Die how she is, wondering if she remembers the creeps in Mariage, who quietly digests her appointments. but you can't possibly have the attentive answers together. Everyone sighed at the die who responded silently, and the degree to which the Queen's election was nearing and neutered was the mountain of Seoul to state speculation.

Die himself, again, couldn't afford it.

About Rowen, about Arishuel, about Mariage. I also like Miguel's shop, which will remain rough. Heath, the only person who can talk to them, also seems to be roughed up at the instigation of Arishuel's disappearance. Die hadn't been properly face-to-face with Heath since the day he dropped off the Dadans' departure. This is the first time I have greeted Rudia in a long time.

I'm glad I'm just going to do my job as a makeup artist, worried about my body, and I suddenly miss my busy days in the flower streets.

The door opened untouched at the moment when he resumed taking care of the brush with zero sighs.

"Oh, Die."

So said the maid who came into the room is Sissi. Put the brush in care, Die smiled.

"Did you drop one step of your job?

"No."

Stopped in front of the long desk, Cissy shook her neck to the side.

"I didn't come to take a break. To you, customer"

"... to me?

A shoe sounded in the ear of a die with his neck tilted.

Red hair peeks through the shadow of the door.

"Oh, my God!

Hilarious, he waved, and a magician living in the white sand wilderness snickered his face.

"Alvey!"

Die gained momentum in the appearance of a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. Pulling the chair also leaves her seat somewhat and rushes over to her.

Alvina laughed as she stroked the die's head twitchy.

"It's been a while, Die. I haven't heard from you in here, so I pushed you!

Die hastily apologized for not seeing him so much.

"Uh, excuse me"

"Nathan."

Release the die's head and let Alvina gently close one eye.

"Today I came to see if the reconditioned procedure was working properly"

"Oh, really?

"Yeah."

"Well, Die, I'll be back at work."

Die looked back at Sissie, who pinched her mouth in anticipation of the meeting. I hear she took the trouble to lead Alvina this far.

"Thank you"

Sissie deepens the laughing wrinkles in her mouth and slips through the side of the die. Dropping off her back disappearing across the hallway, Die put Alvina through the room. Close the door and stand in front of the flush with that foot that I recommended to her the chair.

"Wait a minute. I'll make tea."

"I don't know."

Attract a water drain with water and empty the cabinet looking for tea leaves. It turns out I'm unfamiliar. Feeling Alvina's gaze waiting for him, Die exhaled in relief after finally finding his usual tea leaves after fishing around the flush for each of his leaves.

"I'm kind of bothering the mansion, but why?

To Alvina's question, Die stopped his hand weighing the tea leaves with a spoon and looked back.

"We have customers from other houses."

"Ah, so. At first, I called Heath. At first, I heard you were interrupting today. But they said something that I couldn't get my hands off of, so I thought it would be nice to wait and chat with Die. Of course, if you're free."

"I was just running out of time"

"Were you taking care of the tools?

"Yes."

Finally I return to my seat with a tea bowl filled with tea for two. Alvina looked at the spreading brush, shivering.

"Is it unusual?

Ask as you hand in the tea.

"Mm-hmm. I don't really see this kind of thing. You use it all for makeup?

"That's right. I don't use all the brushes in one go though. Use it separately with the texture you want to create."

"Aren't they usually sold?

"I asked a craftsman I know who makes paintbrushes to make them"

"Phew. Oh, thanks for the tea!

"No."

Alvina put her mouth on the tea bowl as the die pulled the chair. Set aside one tea bowl for yourself. I gently climb out onto the table in an attempt to clean up the cosmetic tools that are going to get in my way.

"Buha!!

Suddenly, to Alvina, who had sprayed his tea, Die was surprised and upright.

"Hey, hey, Die! You this is so thin!!!

"Ah......"

Die groans and looks down at the untouched tea.

"Uh, isn't it really delicious after all?

"I knew it!? I knew it!?

"... I have a habit of making my share appropriate... so I don't know how to brew it deliciously."

"Steam some more properly! Wait for the leaves to open! It's so watery but how much tea leaves do you only put in it!?

"The first time I was told it was too thin, so I filled it up last time. Then it seemed sinister, so I tried to reduce it a little more than then..."

"What's that!? Hey where did you put it?!? Show me the tea leaves!!

Die showed the flush silently. Remove the tea bowl for two from the table and Alvina rises with a slightly dreaded sword screen. As she walked quickly to the tea bottle left in the flush and opened the lid to her face, she dyed it in a tannic colour.

"... Die, add some more tea leaves. Why are you okay with that flavor?

To a roaring inquiry, Die excused himself.

"... I used to go out and drink a lot."

"That's not the problem! Even though the taste is normal when you say die! Maybe with cooking."

"They used to tell me to just eat for myself."

Once he threw away the tea leaves he used and returned with a set of tea tools in a basin, Alvina turns her squeaky eyes to the die.

"... we'll cook together next time, right? I'll let you know."

"... ha"

Sutong, and she sat down, handily weighed in the tea leaves.

"If it's for two, it's about here."

"Is that it? Last time I put that in, it was sinister."

"Maybe it was too steamy, wasn't it? Haven't you been away for a long time?

"... I was"

"Mm-hmm. Let's gauge the time right. If you forget to measure, you should have an hourglass or something at first. If you get used to it, you can do it by mistake."

Kapo, and put a lid on the tea bottle, and put the cloth that was beside him over it, and Alvina laughs.

"... sorry for everything"

I can't believe I let my guests prepare tea. Sorry and impudence to himself, Die drifted away.

"No, it's okay. More than that, Die, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Is that what you want to ask?

Yeah, and Alvina nodded.

"I had some business before I got here, Miguel, and I stopped by your store. What, but it was so... terrible."

She leans back and forth with her elbows on the table and her face on her combined fingers.

"Die, don't you know something?

My face, it was tense.

I know.

I know, though.

Not knowing how to explain the situation, Die let his gaze wander.

"... you know the store is going terrible, right?

"I know. … that, various, there was.... What was it like?

"Right. Something like this, like a skull, and the glass is broken. Your keys are broken. I went softly to the back, because the box containing the product was turned upside down and empty, the crate was trampled, and the bedroom was messed up on the sleeping table."

"... is that right?"

When the die last stepped in, the upstairs bedroom wasn't that rough yet. Maybe a burglary or something went in after nobody was gone.

Miguel, I wonder if you're safe.

"Oh, they ran away, so I think that's fine. He said he'd hide in the clouds for a while."

"Yes, good. If I don't have that store anymore, I'm in trouble. I'd be glad to be back again soon to get back to work."

Hey, he asked me to agree, and Die nodded back vaguely. The store is also worried, but I still care more about his own cheapness than that.

I don't know where you hid, but I really, really want you to be safe.

Like Rowen, I don't want to lose it.

It is not about aging, illness, or accident.

I can't believe you're trampled to death like that.

You were such a sweet man.

You were such a friend who helped Die.

"Die?"

"Huh?"

"Tea is in! Yes, go away."

"Oh, thank you"

Freshly brewed tea is clear red tea.

"Yummy."

When I put my mouth on it, it smelled so fragrant that I didn't think it was brewed with the same tea leaves.

"One way to brew it will taste good. The die will be delicious soon enough to brew."

"Is it..."

"Then I'm sure Heath will be happy."

"Huh? Why does Heath come out there?

Suddenly I don't know why a man's name comes up, and I ask him unexpectedly.

"Huh? Um, somehow?

Uh, and after turning a frigid eye to the laughing magician, Die dropped his gaze on the tea at hand. Speaking of which, once the die brewed tea between breaks, he coughed it up properly, and after the second time, he couldn't let it brew.

In the first place, when was the last time the two of us talked across tea?

There is a mountain I want to talk to you about.

Above all, normally.

I want to laugh.

Would you be surprised and laugh if you prepared something delicious like this? Will you also be having a conversation?

I can't, I shake my head not to be distracted by Alvina. In the first place, we don't have the time to spend on such things with each other.

Swallow the tea so that it swallows a dark mood.

By now, Die wondered what the hell Heath and Mariage were talking about with Rudia.