The Queen’s Cosmetician

"... I'm satisfied"

Heath finally flew the white flag and turned to Mariage.

"Please return by sundown. And then I'll just tell you where you're going to go around, what your plans are."

"Until sundown, yeah.... Fine. I'll tell you later because I'll figure out where to go."

"Yes, sir."

"Die!"

"Yes, sir"

Suddenly Mariage calls his name, and Die stretches his spine. She lovingly laughed at Die for letting Heath admit to going out had restored her mood.

"I'll do it. Follow me."

"... Yes"

Mariage leaves the room lightly in the footsteps, without even passing the blame on Die's careless reply.

Following her, Alvina turned her heel back.

"I'm going to work for you, too. Hey. I'll finish up and drop by."

"Huh? Ah, yes"

"Bye. See you too, Heath."

"Yep. Please."

To Heath's gavel she smiled back and waved her hand away.

"... Alvey, do you know where the room is..."

Gone without asking, does Alvina know where the Mariage's tailoring room is?

"Grab one of the servants and ask, and you'll see."

To a leaked whine, a man came by words unexpectedly.

"This mansion isn't that big"

It's a pale voice. There is no discouragement or anything.

Still, I was terribly glad to hear your reaction back. Try to jump and turn back to Heath. But what's in sight is the same as usual, pale eyes.

His elegant creation without emotion is like that of an elaborate doll, I can't feel something called temperature.

And his hand, which was placed on his desk without creation.

Must be cold.

"... Can I help you?

Die, staring blurredly at Heath, shook his head, grinning bitterly, at the inquiry from him.

"It's nothing. Excuse me..."

The die, who uttered an exit greeting, comes up with a fudge and explores the waist of the garment. From among the storerooms sewn on the garment, he searched for what he intended and raised his face.

"Well, this, Alvey, made it, gave it to me as a souvenir."

Open your palms and check.

Silver, wrapped paper.

Alvina's made it, it's candy balls.

"Master Liveaux, have you?

Heath, slightly hissing her eyebrows, shook her head in denial that no. Apparently, the meeting between the two of them had begun talking about their work.

Then Die walked over to Heath.

"Um, with candy balls. It's sweet and delicious. Oh, no, it's not that sweet, so I think maybe even Master Livotto can eat it..."

Standing aside, it is well known that Heath's entangling air is rejecting the die. Even if I try to hand the candy balls in my palm directly, I'm sure they'll just say no.

"Really, it was delicious... because it works sweet for tiredness. I'll leave you here."

Rolling the wrap on his desk with the paperwork on it, Die took a step, lagging behind.

Man, don't look at the die.

Gradually, his rejection increases in degree. The only time he shows the die in his eyes anymore is when he has the eyes of another, when he reports on his work, and when he blames the lapse he has committed.

Maybe the confectionery I put away didn't even get into his mouth, and he just gets thrown into the crumb bin unconstructively.

"… Now if you'll excuse me"

"Yep."

An unsolicited response.

I knew it, but I feel lightly disappointed.

Head down, Die left the room.

I don't think I want to cry anymore.

I just wanted to know how and why I got carried away like this.

One person is left in the room and pinches up the silver wrap placed at hand. If it was handmade by Alvina, the taste was guaranteed.

Squeezing the wrap, Heath returned to her seat. Keep your center of gravity on the back of the chair and distort your mouth as you look up at the ceiling.

"... are you a child, I am"

He tells me to fix my mood quickly and I can give him sweets, like a stubborn kid.

Either way, Die didn't send his own sweets here for that reason. From her mouth, she must be purely working herself to seep through fatigue.

I don't want it that way.

It's making it so cold. I'm pushing it so far. Without even telling us why, I am totally rejecting it.

I wanted you to be angry, hate, curse, and hate me.

Yet Die just lays her eyes down pitifully and works herself like this.

irritated by her reactions that differ from expectations, tighten the response, and, furthermore, hurt.

How long will I have to repeat such barren things?

A white bandage wrapped from the back of my hand to my arm caught my eye. The wounds made when sheltering the die are underneath it. It was a shallow one, but the wound healed slowly because it opened once.

Slip your fingers in that bandage and exhale thinly.

The words of the first man to handle this wound passed the back of his brain.

"Just when you can afford it"

"... be nice to me at all,"

The doctor's man dropped this word on himself. To myself leaving this country, he asked me to make it happen instead.

Trivial, a wish. With every wish of a man who devoured peace somewhere in the world, I didn't have the in-laws to make it happen.

But the man is dead.

"It's not a goodbye, it's a will"

The man's raw is cut off and his wishes to be heard are wedged and pierced.

The doctor's man will be cursing himself in the land of Maboba for hurting a girl who receives the death of a friend and just lacks glory in her expression.

-... still.

Outside the window, a sprawling ethereal. Castle visible across the garden. mountain range lying behind it.

A bird is flying.

It spreads its wings and is sliding diagonally.

I lay my other hand over my hand squeezing the small wrap, closed my eyes and moaned.

"I can't afford it."

Nowhere.

In a carriage to the city.

Alvina opened her mouth to the inquiry after applying some nagging to Die and Mariage.

"Die, are you fighting with Heath?

Die, who was distressed by Mariage's hair tie, was close to removing her.

"Hey, what is it all of a sudden?

Get your hands off Mariage's hair. Die yells at Alvina. The magician, who was rounding his back in the opposite seat and poking his cheek wand over his lap, mouthed properly.

"Uh... 'Cause I was curious"

"What bothered you so much?

"I'm curious. 'Cause it was an eye, and it didn't go with Matomo, did it? Besides, it's cold to deal with a die because of how much you're working. It was scary."

"I didn't fight..."

Groaning at the sigh mix, Die concentrated again on Mariage's hair tie.

The truth is I should have done my hair ties as well as makeup in the mansion, done all the specifications before I left. But as soon as Alvina and I had finished confirming the magic adjustments, Mariage, who had wasted time, ordered Die to do it in the carriage.

Aristocrats sometimes drop their hair on their backs to give them glamour, but it is normal for Shirai's children to wear long hair together. A woman with short hair like a die is an exception, and it's not uncommon, though, to just gently tie her hair and flush it back like Alvina. I also have Alvina tie her own hair today so that it doesn't stand out.

"Didn't you guys make up yet?

Mariage, who kept her elbow in the window frame and cheeked on the back of her finger, asked as she looked sideways at the die.

"It's depressing, so it's not the time to make up."

"So we're not fighting, Maria."

Retain the knitted room once in the hair and remove the next room with your fingers.

Die repeated.

"I didn't fight."

"I didn't have to fight. Why?

Mariage, irritated, pays off the die hands that tie her hair. On his face, there was a trepidation.

"I usually leave you alone because you're pretending to be normal, but did you think I hadn't noticed you guys weren't gonna be together lately? I usually know that we were close enough to call each other by name, too. How long have you thought it's been since we've made up?

"... we didn't really fight"

"But it kind of feels like we can't talk normally, doesn't it?

He let go of his face from his cheek wand, shrugged his shoulders and Alvina asked. Trouble responding, Die pushes silence. It was that silence that had shown affirmation.

"If we're not fighting, then there must be a reason why it happened like that?

"It's..."

The die, which almost slipped his mouth reflexively, clogged his throat a lot.

It still reminds me from time to time.

The fingertips of a man who touched his cheek, the strength of his arm.

And the heat that dwelt in the pale eyes.

No, you can't.

"Yes... I don't want to"

I can't. I don't feel like I can put it in my mouth.

Once she opened her eyes, Alvina laughed somewhere delightfully, distorting her shapely lips.

"Hmm? I wonder what the hell...?

"But if Heath and you were going crazy forever, you'd notice how blunt you were around."

Mariage, who woke up her body, said as she pressed the tip of the fan she had in her hand against her chin.

"In other words, I'm stunned by the bluntness of my surroundings that I've never noticed. What an idiot."

"No, well, we rarely make contact."

"But you know what I mean."

No, I don't normally know.

Heath and I are more than just colleagues - friends, Die thinks - and even if there were people who were aware, they wouldn't think about the reasons for Die's depression by linking it to that relationship in a short circuit. It's normal to see that in the queen's race. Not so long ago, we don't have contact with ourselves these days.

Something like Mariage's sense of smell for relationships often surprises me.

"How am I supposed to get back to you guys?

To Mariage's inquiry, Die dropped his shoulder.

"Oh, no, I want to know..."

"But you can't keep doing this, can you? We need to discuss this."

Erase the funny look earlier and Alvina peeks into Die's face worryingly.

"Die, have you spoken to Heath?

"We don't have time to talk, Alvey."

Die groaned in his chest as he discussed it all the way if he could afford that.

"What? If you can just talk and get it back, it's not too soon"

Mariage pinches her mouth just because she eats a shoulder watermark.

"What, a discussion? If that's going to fix your stink, I'll keep Heath down for as long as I can."

"Slightly, please don't, Master Mariage!

"Why not?

The proposal is dismissed and Mariage stares at the die. Walnut-colored eyes were telling me I should just fix it.

But Die thought. I can't do it now. I'm sure you can't.

"I think Heath is just tired."

My husband and the sorcerer, both gazed at me, and Die opened his mouth to a variety of places.

"I think I'm busy, the Queen's race is getting closer, and I'm just tingling. I think I'm going to get even more annoyed because I'm going to be out of shape."

I've always thought of it as blurry.

That made him more persuasive by saying it, and while discussing it to the mariages, Die was feeling like he had fallen to his heart.

Yes, Heath is just tired.

Since the death of Mariage's father, he has worked alone to push her up to the Queen, standing on the arrows of the other nobles. The wind would have been strong on him, merely employed but acting for the Lord. Sometimes it must have been hard not to want to put it in your mouth.

Everything, to make Mariage queen.

Now is the time for that push. The pressure on him, the sense of urgency, is unimaginable. It's weirder not to be distracted. Some of them are then positional, and Heath, unlike Die, cannot easily sweeten them to the servants of the Mizwieri family.

So he chose to die at the crossroads of emotional swings that he could not help himself. Because if you weren't proud, you were the closest person in the Mizweeri family.

When I think about it, I show it fits in once everything is done.

And what Heath meant when she held herself. And the upset that followed. It's frustrating, rejecting, but in the end it always guides me to myself, and the contradiction.

Sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's strange to be miserable. The majority of guests seeking geisha come to distract their everyday depression and tension. Same as that. He must have confused himself by attracting himself, who was careless and inadvertently beside him. Trying to line up a relationship with a die could be self-defense to keep that from happening again.

It's alright. He rejects himself, but he gets nervous and gentle and desperate.

When Rowen died, his hands had always supported the die. From behind, the cold temperature covering the lid of the die and squeezing hands was pleasant.

If he hadn't supported me, I'm sure he wouldn't have accepted his death.

I'm not hated yet. Just believe it.

As I have believed that the women of the flower streets have indeed mercifully protected themselves.

-... do not wander through the gentleness of Noriyu.

I can't go, because I will.

Heath was sweet, too. At the end of the day, he always does. I believe in that kindness.

"In a little while, I'm sure you'll calm down. It's not like I'm taking my time right now, and I feel like I'm halfway there if I talk to you in such a short time."

Even as he was forced to talk in a hurry and for a limited amount of time, Heath would be distracted, and I felt like Die didn't spin the words well.

"... I'm sure I'll feel a little more calm after the Queen's race, in whatever form, so then I'll do my best to make up for it"

I can't feel (Kama) all about Heath with Die. Like him, Die must also focus his consciousness on the Queen's race for Mariage.

Die corrected his posture, put in a no and took Mariage's hair in silence again. We need to finish her ordination before the carriage arrives like this at the gate.

With the intention of changing the air in the carriage, which somehow got dark, Die asked Mariage.

"... Speaking of which, Master Mariage, where do I lead you first when you get over the gate?

Mariage hasn't told Die the key destination. If I don't know where it is, I can't even guide you.

Instead of responding, Mariage has taken one piece of paper out all the time and pressed it against the die.

Finishing tying the one room in my hand right now to a well-separated spot, Die peeks into the pieces of paper. There was a line of place names running and writing.

Be pale.

"Huh? Hey, where are you going?

Alvina, who saw Die's complexion, reached out intriguingly and took away a piece of paper. She puts her hand on her mouth and laughs as she checks the place.

"Oh, that sounds fun"

No, it doesn't look like fun at all.

Die groaned in his chest and told Mariage.

"Dear Liveau, you've been well authorized."

The Queen's candidate girl snorted Die's remarks.

"You're an idiot. Why should I ask permission to go to Heath?"

"Huh? But he told me where to go, didn't he?

"So on the way to the carriage, I entrusted Kilim with a letter with a destination."

Die flickers at her when she declares that she has kept her promise.

I think Heath told me where he was going, which probably meant talking to me in advance.

When I saw the letter I received from the Deacon, I thought of a man who would be zeroing a grand sigh, and Die looked up to the ceiling in sympathy.

The destinations written on the pieces of paper were generally just off the street - sometimes because they even included the flower district.