The Queen’s Cosmetician

"If anything happens to me, you have to support them."

The woman stood by the window and looked down at the children who could play in the courtyard. A worried side. The making was very similar to that of my husband, but the woman was somewhat older. It also seemed like a true representation of the complexity of the problems she was facing.

Since the continent's champion contradicted God's curse, the woman has grown acceleratingly tired and old.

(Eirene)

Rudia secretly called out the name of her late friend in her chest. Is she looking to the beginning of this new age in the land of Maboba, which guided her country until the time of the maze?

The diocese had gathered nobles with the right to vote. As they pay attention, the Archbishop reads out the name of the Queen's candidate in a vocal voice in front of the statue of the Virgin offering prayer to the Lord God.

The queen candidate, who rose from the seat provided, slowly advanced in front of the statue.

The other candidates left behind are blue-blue or flushing their cheeks with anger. Suggestions. Everyone doesn't seem to know why they weren't chosen.

The face of the only girl called by her name was tense to tension. Its footprint is heavy and even makes you illuminate what you see, wondering if there might be lead in your shoes.

But that's fine.

We don't need daughters who are just beautiful in their guise, who wish for everyone else's happiness. Let them slaughter together, if necessary, like the men who were husbands, the foolish ones flowing in the love of their parents and their immediate greed.

Do not be innocently pleased that the Archbishop will give you the crown of a wild rose.

I chose her because she was my daughter on the throne.

We chose her because we all know that.

Staring at the girl's stuck face, Rudia prayed to her friends who would sleep in the land of Maboba.

To the new queen born today.

Bless you.

Upon receiving reports that Mariage had been successfully elected as queen, the Dies moved from the refrain room to the square in front of the diocese. Because of the queen's march.

This ritual, in which a highest-ranking official named Chancellor led the queen from the diocese to the throne, had the role of informing the nobles who could not enter the diocese of the results of the vote. On both sides of the carpet laid as the Queen's Way, knights dressed in black and red toned squad clothes raise their swords and align, and in between, girls decorating their heads with flowers raise their baskets of flowers and wait. Behind them, from the sons of the aristocratic class, to the servants like the samurai and the die, presented a look of pressing each other in an attempt to see the new master at first sight.

As the sun plunges into Jomtien, the bell rings and the cathedral door opens. In the midst of the carpet path, when a knight stood alone waiting for the queen, he gave the decree, they all banged on their heels in unison, and those who opposed each other joined together to make a lid with a raised sword.

Mariage leads the men and follows the women.

Mariage, wearing a wild rose crown on her head and walking with wings of a red coat unlimited to black, was a slightly nervous face.

The die, who looked at the condition a little further away, glanced at the shadow that stood beside him.

"... Dear Livot"

He opens his mouth with his gaze pointed at Mariage.

"Aren't you going to go to everyone's side?

"My height, you know?

With a sigh, Die asked back.

"If I go that way, people will drink me and I won't be able to see. I'd rather stay away."

What more is this man saying now that he will be watching a die that was taken in by the crowd earlier and could not move? Die pointed at the tip of his mouth.

"Dear Livot, what can I do for you? reprimand for being lost?

"Do you want me to scold you?

"I am aware that it is my carelessness. I just wanted you to come back to the mansion if you're warm."

I have a sense of thorny tone. But I didn't intend to change my attitude.

"I'm not going to reprimand you now."

"Then what can I do for you? If you don't have business, can I go to Titi's?

Die pointed to everyone in the Mizweeri family gathering along the road. There Alvina comforts the Titiannas, who cry with emotion.

"... just about"

"... Huh?

Die looked up at Heath, who shrugged slightly with his gaze down.

"Earlier, continue the conversation,"

"... Are you saying that you're finally going to tell me why you've been cold?

The man returns neither affirmation nor denial.

"That's enough."

said Die to the throw.

"That's enough, I don't care. No matter how much I want to be with Heath, I can't help but hate Heath for me."

No matter how many times you ask, there's no response - I'm tired of the man's silence.

"But at work, stay with me properly, Master Livot"

"Deanna"

Behind your throat.

The fever is clogged.

Die bit his lower lip and closed his eyes hard. Don't cry, I command myself. Shake your head and prepare your trembling breath.

They called me by name.

That's all.

I was upset at myself for rejoicing.

I knew how thirsty I was for that call and couldn't see the man's face properly.

Quiet, he asks.

"... do you want to be with me? With me."

"Yima...... Sara"

"Deanna"

"So from the start, you're saying that...!

Die sued as he exhaled his hot breath.

Also, I want to talk like before. I want to laugh like before.

Like before.

I want to be with you.

It was himself, not the others, who kept rejecting it.

"... is that right..."

Blurring, he seemed to be looking at the mariage and showing nothing in his eyes.

With his bottomless nothingness in his pale eyes, he looks like a lost and twilight child.

This is the one who doesn't know what to do. Biting his lower lip, Die glanced back at the marching queen.

The girls are sprinkling flowers, as they bless Mariage's destination. The petals are dancing in the wind.

Second, my hand touched it.

The man's finger, which slipped through his palm with hesitation, breaks in between those of the die. From the tip of the touched finger, a palsy arose, breathtaking, behind the body.

What should I do?

Heath grips the hand of a nervous die without being able to read the man's intentions.

Big hands that are usually cold as a skin sting.

For the first time, I thought it was hot.

The man in the eye of the die, who watched softly, was no longer confused. The remnants of the unreliable expression are dust-free and stare somewhere far away.

Chasing the tip of that gaze, the die flashed into a massive number of petals curled up in front of him and in the airflow. The flowers that had been sprinkled before the mariage would have arrived so far in the wind.

Red and white wild roses celebrating the Queen's birth are sucked into the Ethereal Dome.

And again, like snow, it falls at my feet, far apart.

That, beautiful sight.

We lined ourselves up, staring.

Like praying for something.

Stiff, keep each other's hands squeezed.

After returning to the armoury, I lost so much that a soldier showed up to pick up the die. I hear Mariage is calling.

She must remain in the castle for some time now in order to be briefed on the reign ceremony that will take place at a later date. Meanwhile, the Dies return to the Mansion one foot away. Leaving everyone who worked the way home, Die followed the soldier out of the room.

Since then, I haven't had a mouthful with Heath. I wanted to think about that meaning of him squeezing Die's hand while he was walking, but there was no room for such fine dust.

The back of the castle, which stepped in according to the guidance, was quite intertwined, bringing the illusion to the die as if it was going back and forth on the same path, partly because of the unification of the interior. With zero sighs that he would like to be spared any more strays, he carefully follows the soldier and often undergoes a brief physical examination from the civilians who waited up the stairs. In the thick carpeted hallway, several people were on sentry. Apparently, this was the floor where Mariage would refrain.

"Oh, you're here"

Mariage, sitting loosely in her chair in the back room where she was passed, raised her face to the entry of the die and gave instructions to the samurai ladies.

"Please step back. I'd like to take a break."

"But"

Watch the die as the ladies explore. There seemed to be resistance to leaving just the two of us behind.

"Just back off."

"... Yes, sir."

One of the female officers stretches her spine and accepts with a pale voice.

"If you need anything, please call me with your bell."

And they thanked them for their undisturbed work, and left the room neatly.

"Ahhh."

Mariaj, who slipped his body as it sloped over the chair, roared in exuberance.

"I wonder if we're glad we fell. It's so cramped to have company all the time. It would be depressing and crazy to be stuck in such a filthy face at four or six hours."

"It's okay."

Die smiled.

"If Mariage had behaved as usual, she would have pressed for immediate care and fewer people."

"... Sometimes I think that's what you say because you want me to beat you up?

"What? What is it?

"... well fine"

Poking his cheek wand at the side of the chair, Mariage waves her empty hand carelessly.

"I'm thirsty. Make me some tea."

"Yes."

"I'm already in tune, so I'm just pouring it into a tea bowl. Don't mess with the tea leaves if you're wrong."

"... are you that bad at brewing, me"

Die was alone as he walked over to the tea tools placed on the round table. Once I brew tea for Mariage, there is a verse in front of her that forbids me from even touching tea tools.

"I think Alvey taught me to improve a little bit."

Mariage shrugged her shoulders as the die took up the tea utensil she offered on the plate.

"You're a makeup artist, that's fine. Don't make me any tea. I'll tell the kids around.... Speaking of which, Alvina, you made it."

"Yes. I was thanking you. I'm glad you stayed at the Mizweeri's today, aren't you? He's going to say hello again later."

"Okay."

Mariage snorted at acceptance, looking tired. If this wasn't the castle, you'd be screaming about taking a bath and sleeping.

Die, sipping his tea and sipping, watched her take a sigh of breath, realized that he hadn't congratulated him.

"... Congratulations"

"It's late, I'll tell you."

Die bows his head in haste to Mariaj, who returns without a nibble.

"I'm sorry"

"It's true. So I'm telling you."

"Not enough respect for Master Mariage?

"That's right. Call me Her Majesty next."

Gu, Die laughs bitterly at Mariage pushing an empty tea bowl.

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

A tea maker should be enough. As you can see, Mariaj, who was elected queen, is accompanied by the ladies as caregivers.

"We're going to meet with the bishop. … I need you to fix your makeup and tie your hair back."

"Yes, sir."

Die pulled the teaware back onto the basin and drew the nearby round table to the side of the mariage. Open the cosmetic bag that you were bringing in to collect the necessary tools on the table, and carry the water and toilet, thinking it was for hand water.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Hang the powder and fasten the forehead. Die first cleaned her hands and gently wiped the area where her makeup was crumbling with emulsion and cotton cloth.

Apply the powder to her cheeks and tame it with the makeup she had originally applied. I covered it with white powder. As I twirl, I move a soft brush to brush my skin.

Next, he took the blue rose color as his brush. Its colour, which shows the blood colour well, enhances the whiteness of the skin. The color was carefully placed high on the cheeks and the excess powder was finally removed. Lipstick will fall off if you mouth something, so you won't have to fix it for a while now.

"Next, get your hair. Can you wake up a little bit?

In response to Die's words, Mariage silently shifted her body's position upwards.

Turn behind her and pull through the decorations, loosening the hair that was tied. Lightly finishing the flow of hair by hand, the die drew thin loads of oil from the table. A few drops of it, carefully tame it to the scalp of the mariage, and rub it slowly.

"I'm sleepy."

Mariage zeroed out the absences.

"You can have a little sleep. It'll be over soon."

"Fine. I'm awake. Because I'm not going to be able to wake up."

Finished untying his head, Die prepared some strings and grabbed the tweezer.

"A bishop is a bishop of the diocese of the Virgin."

"Right."

"What kind of hair do you want? Should I ask the people earlier?

"Come on, it's okay to be appropriate.... right. I guess it would be nice to have it neatly put together in a not too tight tie. I've been stiffening my hair this morning, so I have a headache. I'm sorry about this."

"Okay."

All you have to do is knit the top and tie the rest up fluffy and clear.

"Die."

"Yes."

Die responded to Mariage's call as she fastened her hair to get in the way.

"I... really, as queen, have you been chosen?

I was skeptical, my voice.

Without stopping his hands tying his hair, Die nods.

"Yes, no doubt, Master Mariage is the new queen"

"I can't feel it."

"Is that right?

"That's right. I still didn't believe in Mrs. Rudia's endorsement."

"You didn't believe me, but you dragged me around all that..."

As a sneak, Die groaned.

Rudia's expression of support confirmed the election of the queen of Mariage, and she spent an entire day going around the city wanting to see it all if she might eventually rule the country. It is something I would never want to see again.

"... I wonder if I can actually do it. Are you crazy about the people who chose me? I'd like to ask."

"You don't have to tell me that."

Die was flabbergasted by what he would say after this.

"'Cause you don't?

Slightly off the upper body, Mariage looks up at the die.

"I knew I hated studying and working like Heath and stuffing perfectly. Did you hear the other kids' speech? I can't smile and pray that you're all happy, like those kids. I can't, bug spit or run"

"... Dear Mariage"

"Well, they've all chosen me as their queen."

"But that speech was really nice"

I laughed at the command tone, but I think there was something trembling about the content. Heath complimented him, too.

Haven't we all chosen her as our new queen because that's what happened?

Without any extra braided hair, Die left behind Mariage.

"It's over, Master Mariage."

"Me, I thought about it."

"What?

Ask back as you take your hand mirror from the top of the round table.

"... how could I be queen? … No, how could the Queen think I was"

Mariage pointed those walnut-colored eyes at the die and offered her a white hand.

"Mirror."

Follow life. Die hands the mirror. Mariage took a slow peek into the polished mirror.

"Speak, then. I didn't even think I wanted to be a queen. Here's what I thought."

-... the queen, me.

To her monologue, Die was convinced. That's when I thought to myself.

That's not a speech to ask for support.

An absolute lord turned to his minister to declare that it was itself.

"When I saw the makeup you put on me this morning in the mirror, I thought I had a queen. Who is noble, who is not lost, who is at the height of the country"

It was Mariage herself who wanted it to be. That's why Die lent a hand. That's all.

"I think your makeup is beautiful"

Mariage continues her words pale.

"I even think it's artistic. Then I thought I shouldn't ruin it. I'm not good at singing, and dancing, you know, is devastating. Like everyone who lives in the backstreet, it's not like they can make fine pieces.... That's why I didn't just want to ruin it. I respect the arts, hone my moves, I'm one of the countries."

Close your eyes and gaze into the void, what Mariage paints behind its brain is the view of the city you've looked around or the vast view you've overlooked from the high ground behind the castle? Or was it Arishuel's appearance, which inspired Mariage to become queen and leave the country?

"The face in the mirror belongs to the queen I seek, then I thought I would deserve it. So I thought,"

I am the queen.

Mariage gets up slowly.

Return the hand mirror to the die, her eyes are calm. There is no color that degrades me, no color that grieves me. There is no shadow of my daughter who was distracted by trivial things like a small animal at hand and intimidating her opponent.

"I became queen, naturally, thanks to Heath's roots and the Ladies of Rudia.... but here's what I think"

Looking down at the die, Mariage said quietly.

"Your makeup made me queen."

Die glanced back at her husband.

"You always say that, don't you? Makeup just makes me beautiful the way I want it to."

All I can do is make thee, as thou gavest.

That's all.

But Mariage overlaps words even more.

"I think. It's your makeup that made me want to look like a queen. With your makeup, I can stretch my chest."

"Dear Mariage,"

"You know what I mean? Die, you made me queen."

Mariage smiled.

"I'm going to be queen"

It was a gentler smile than ever before.

"You, too, follow me properly. … to the end"

Air clogs in the back of his throat and the die shivers his lid.

Ever since birth, Die has been someone's substitute.

My mother was my father, and Asma and the geishas saw my mother in the die. Asmas often mercied Die as an individual. I'm not going to doubt that. But what underlies their eyes was their love and fear for Die's mother.

Die got out of that flower district because Heath wanted herself so hard, I figured it out.

And now someone trying to stand at the top of the country admits his arm as a makeup artist and tells Die to follow him.

Nothing else, this guy.

I want myself.

"Yes."

Die smiled and nodded loudly.

"Of course it is. Dear Mariage,"

"So I'm telling you to call me Your Majesty."

The usual reprimand. But the voice is laughing.

Mariage said he was an idiot and didn't hesitate to spin Die's head.