The Queen’s Cosmetician

I will never forget this day.

I kept getting flushed.

Be the first to choose, this day.

I repainted my destiny myself, this day.

Even though it was still early in the dawn, the streets of the city were full of people.

On the side of the boulevard, shops are lined up, and women with tight forelocks and brave, arm-wrapped men rush to line up their products. Unless the countries of the western continent are busy, they show the festival every year at this time of year.

The Virgin's Festival. That's how people call this day.

The Virgin's Festival. That was once the day the witch turned into the Virgin. People celebrated the beginning of a new kingdom.

The Virgin's Festival. Today, a new queen is decided and the way forward is shown.

Alvina avoided people and went down the road distorting the space. The vicinity of the gates into the aristocratic compartment, which arrived so lost, is filled with carriages. They will be the leading men of the city invited as guests to the Queen's Election Ceremony. He is a representative of Shirai, not a nobleman but with a corner of financial power and power.

It was only a few days ago that an invitation was delivered by Mariage via die under Alvina. Apparently, he thanked me the other day when I escorted him. When a seat was prepared for the ritual to be held at the castle, it was stated on paper.

I wasn't sure if I should say no, but this is how I end up on my feet. If my countrymen knew, they would round their eyes that it was rare.

Finish the process with an examination and enter the city lined with vermilion roofs.

Looking up at the castle of White Ya, which set the mountain range back, Alvina zeroed a covert exhale into the transformation of history that it had not seen in a long time.

The white exhalation dyed my vision and dissolved in the void.

"Hey, hey."

He raised his face from the water drain and looked back. The master, nestled in front of the mirror, has asked the ladies who have accompanied him from the country to confirm his attire today. They were hemming their husband's costume and spraying perfume by adjusting the angle of the strings decorating that waistband. As one, I don't speak. The voice of the Lord passed well into a room where only the sound of clothes rubbing sounded slightly.

"Who do you think will be queen? I hear about the Queen's candidates, but none of them are going to make a scene."

Before dawn. By now the other guests were rushing the maids with their sleepy eyes rubbed, but when it came to the master of the pale eyes, they were drowsiness and ignorance. As he walks over with a basin with a tall cup on it, he conceives. Is my husband asking for consent, or is he just asking for this opinion?

The political situation in this country has been reported through various institutions. I know all about the queen candidates. Sometimes a candidate who was thought to be a leading man disappeared, and all of his facial rashes were one thing or another.

"I'm looking forward to it. Look at your face. All of this must be spoiled ladies."

As I inquire, without waiting for an answer, my lord lines up the words with a hard one. Originally, I guess he didn't want a response or anything.

"Oh those ladies, you're arrogant because you feel like you're the most loved in the world. It's hilarious just to watch. I don't know who will be queen... but I guess I'll be stuffing myself immersed in that peace from now on. Oh, that's the most fun when you bully me. Plead for help more than anyone else. I must not die, in the face that I am to be loved.... Hey, what do you think,"

"... what is it?

"Will the chosen queen help me? Won't you stand?

And the LORD took up the cup from the basin, and drank up the water therein with grace. A beautiful side, a trembling throat, a silent stare.

Should I undertake that, of course?

I don't know, should I be honest?

"Your Majesty, which do you want?

Put the cup down, my lord laughed like a child.

"It's sloppy. There's no way to answer that."

As he lowered the basin to the woman officer and spread the thin cloth she had, he fluttered it on her husband's golden head.

"Either way," he said.

The light blue thin cloth, sewn with watermark braids at the ends, is now white with all the dazzle, in the light of the candles.

Underneath, shapely lips hang from laughter.

"It's all over today"

And it begins.

The master laughed, cheeks uplifted with excitement.

"Looking forward to it."

Through the window, the darkness seemed to fade gradually.

Look at the work tools arranged on the table. For today, I tested each item on my skin and carefully took care of the brush.

In front of me, Mariage sits on a chair and observes the die move still. I had finished taking care of my skin. I finished tying my hair and dressing, and all I had to do was apply makeup.

Mariage laughs.

Die also smiled.

Reach for the tools arranged. Die had to laugh bitterly that his fingertips were slightly trembling. Makeup doesn't decide everything. Still, I'm terribly nervous, I guess, because how Die's work shapes Mariage's mindset that comes today.

Sometimes he accepts invitations from other houses, sometimes holds gatherings, and sells himself in repeatedly. For the day to come, free time will be spent studying various methods.

The Holy Virgin's Festival, which marks the end of those days.

The Queen's candidate is gathered at the castle with the dawn and will speak one by one after being taught. Because of this, the nobles will vote, and the next queen will be decided.

The last few days have been rough on everyone and him for this day. In addition to greeting the nobles who expressed their support in advance, Mariage had to perform countless challenges, such as temporary sewing of costumes, selection of ornaments, practice of speeches, etc. Heath had no hesitation in visiting the nobles of the Neutralists and, when time was available, she had accompanied Mariage and repeatedly confirmed the steps of the day. Both the samurai and deacons ran to the right and left in preparation, and the guards were on guard with a heightened degree of tension.

The noise of that streak of days is now lurking the ringing.

"I still don't know what kind of queen I'd like."

In a quiet room, Mariage's voice echoes.

"Mostly, I can't do a clever imitation of someone else twisting themselves the way they want to."

The monologue would be for distraction.

Die laughed as he stretched the basement to her cheek before putting the powder on.

"Dear Mariage, you're not very good at matching others"

"Unlike you, I'm just not flirting."

"Oh, am I fluttering?

"I put it the wrong way. It's blurry."

"... say anything else"

Next is powder practice. To take advantage of her natural skin brightness, first take a light peach color powder into a larger brush. Make your skin look red if you make a mistake. Depending on how you use it, however, a glossy color powder.

"I don't even know the country. It's harder to think, it's not in my sex."

The light peach color powder was simply gently covered around the cheeks and contours, attracting something close to the liquid among the skin tone practice powders. Place a dusted flat brush in the vial. A brush as thick as a thumb.

Adjust the amount of color with the back of your hand and slide a muscle to the side high on Mariage's cheek.

"But if you don't just tell me what you want to do, I'm in trouble. The side we serve."

Stretch the condensate powder, highlight the skeleton, next.

It attracted a perfectly liquid state vial that stretched across the face. Today the powder is going to keep the number of pieces down in order to gloss out anyway.

"Why are you in trouble?

"It's the same as makeup. If Master Mariage shows us whether to go right or left, it means we all move in that direction. If Mariaj wants to play a benevolent queen, that's the kind of policy we'll all be thinking about."

Stretch the dark powder slightly more than the color of the neck, using a large flat brush, so that it is spotless. Around the collapsible mouth, eyes, dilute.

"You're not gonna be a queen yet."

"What are you talking about after this?"

Reduce and suck the excess refined powder with sponge, then fine white powder of the particles. Use a soft thick brush to brush your entire face as you twirl it.

"It's all decided today. One of Gertrude's gates assured me that they would support me, but if the three remaining houses consigned, they would be a comparable force, and if the neutrals poured in that way,"

"As long as that neutralist doesn't pour in, we'll be fine, won't we?

Finish making the skin. The color of the eye area is determined. Bright, red.

The color of the rose. It is also the color of the Virgin, and the color of this country.

"To attract them, I'm applying makeup to Mariage now."

First, apply wax thinly for moisturizing to brighten the eye area.

It attracted a pale red color powder and let it be included in a soft hairy foot brush.

"Dear Mariage, you said it before. I want unwavering beauty."

"... Her Majesty Queen Eirene was"

Put a brush on the eye area. White skin shows color.

"You said you'd seen him before, didn't you?

"You said it"

"I still remember. Smiling loosely, but he seemed to feel strong. He looked straight at people and ordered them to do it with a tense voice like shooting an arrow."

Dark red next. Something a little viscous. Put it on the tip of the pen.

"So did Arishuel. You must have been worried about your friend. But from my eyes, everyone loved me and I couldn't seem to get lost in anything. There was no shaking."

Put red on the eye area. Pull the line while adjusting the thickness.

"So will I."

Edge your eyes with black colored powder. Accentuate with colour on eyelashes. I shaped my eyebrows and took a lipstick-lined plate in my hand.

"Yep. I know. Make up like that."

"Die."

"Yes, Master Mariage."

"… will everyone follow the guiding principles I have set at the dawn when I became queen? Am I convinced?"

Die laughed as he lifted the mariage's crotch and poured red red red on his lips.

"Absolutely."

Red chose something that reduced the colour taste. To avoid killing the color taste of the eye area. Bear in mind the sheer shape and luster of her lips.

"Don't get lost, that's not good. Don't worry about it. But when you stand before a man, you must stretch your breasts. Like Her Majesty Queen Eirene, or Alishuel, we stand as transcendents. That's what you want, isn't it?

"Right."

"People follow that kind of presence. Command people as forcefully as usual. That way, we'll all have to obey."

"Guys, I mean, you're not the one who's following me."

Die raised one eyebrow while placing the red brush and letting the cheeks red in the thick pen.

"Is that right?

"Don't freak out in here. You're always following me around thinking that you have no choice. I don't know."

"... Dear Mariage, can you actually read people's minds?

"And deny it, you idiot. Honestly, the cat makeup artist."

"Shit. Don't hit me in the head when I have a brush."

Die sighed, putting red in Mariage's cheek, which sniffled, hmm. The colour chosen is a brick colour that is easily familiar to the skin. Lightly tame around the cheekbone position so as to scrape the roundness of her face.

Add a blue white powder to the eye area. I faint with my brush so that there are no boundaries.

We distanced ourselves a little, checked for equilibrium from the front, side, diagonal, downward and various angles, and finally dropped the excess powder.

"It's over, Master Mariage."

Taking the powdery cloth and giving him the hand mirror, Mariage nods only once with a tense face.

"Thank you"

Die glanced at her for her rare labor. Mariage looks surprised by this reaction. Die shook his neck to the side and smiled back.

Mariage lifts her hips out of her chair. The samurai, who had silently refrained from doing so in front of the door, drowned her head at her master as she passed by in a humble act. At the end of the door opened by the butler, on both sides of the stretching corridor. Also, the servants of the Mizwieri family line up to refrain. At the far back, Heath was waiting for us to head to the castle together as an escort to Mariage.

Spectacular sights. Once she stopped her leg, Mariage nodded contentedly and looked back at the die.

She smiled, pulling the hem of the costume that made the multiple pieces.

"I'll go first."

"Yes, take care"

Die smiles again too, he adds.

"... I'll come back later"

Mariage raised the edge of her mouth further and flipped herself.

From each and every window lined up, the sun plugs in to mark the beginning of the day.

Die carefully folded his hips and dropped off his master as he pushed the curtain of that light to proceed on the red carpet.

After the Queen's fall, the gates of the castle, which had been closed for a long time, are opened again.

as a sign of willingness to welcome a new queen.

The instrument is sounded.

Wild rose petals dance.

That was the signal at the beginning of the Holy Virgin's Festival, which marked the end of one thing.