The Queen’s Cosmetician

Slowly rammed onto the butler desk, Mariage flied the white flag.

"No more."

A man standing beside him raises an eyebrow.

"Already? About half an hour shorter than yesterday."

"I'm getting tired every day! You're going to have a headache, number of these papers!!

Don, and the clap that shook his fist down the desk, the documents that had been piled up, leaned to the point that they lacked stability. He pressed it down without a rushing wind, and the man shook his head.

"I'm fine. I'm still looking through the paperwork about four times as good today as I'm lying."

"You and I, you know how different your head looks in the first place!

"Ha, no. I know I'm smarter."

"Get lost!

Mariage threw the receptacle of the writing instrument in hand, driven by anger. The man avoids it with a more fun look than with a cool - Civilians around them are also accustomed to this exchange, with some sighing and others dropping their shoulders and walking to pick up the receptacle slammed against the wall.

"Because hey, Your Majesty. That's natural. I've been educated since I was a child by my mother to help the queen."

Different? To the man who would push, Mariage answered and was unmotivated, leaving her cheeks on the desk again in silence.

"Rodimus."

Man - Rodimus Tedius responds to Mariage's call with a full smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"I wonder if I can play queen properly."

"Of course. You are undoubtedly the queen."

He asserted confidently.

"Why don't you ask someone from another country? Did we talk about a tribute visit to Perfilia? I was putting it off because it was premature."

"Perfilia hey......"

Mariage, waking herself up and turning her neck, drew the paperwork she had thrown away earlier to her squeeze.

"Speaking of which, what the hell is Die doing? Aren't you coming too late?

Die is not sticking around in Mariage at 46: 00. Just like when I worked at the Mizwieri family, I mostly spend time with the ladies and look in between and come to Mariage.

That interval seemed more open today than usual.

"If you're a die, I hear you're seeing someone you know right now. It'll be time to come, though."

"What? Visit? With who?

"Come on, he's not a nobleman. He doesn't seem to be from the Mizweeri family either."

If it's not both of them, it's harder to guess. Die from Hanayashi has a lot of friends in Ichii. I don't know all about that friendship with Mariage.

Mariage twisted her neck as she had a headache in the letters that buried the paperwork thoroughly.

"... with whom?

I saw him, Dadan said.

Die.

What the hell happened?

Through silence to the man pursuing him, Die hastily broke off the interview. I'm not lying that I can't afford any more time. It was usually the time when I was supposed to be visiting my husband.

It was under Perfilia's castle that Dadan saw him.

beside the queen waving at the people, as her brother, the minister of his kingdom - closest to the queen of Perfilia, as a loyal minister. as Chancellor Dietraut Yerni.

Heath Livort was alive.

"Ditrout"

Unconsciously the man's name, Die rolled in his mouth. Ditrout. Ditrout. The name was unfamiliar no matter how many times it was repeated, only to make the tongue of the die let.

Six months ago. When Mariage was still only a candidate for queen. In one of Rowen's and Arishuel's folds, Die has spoken with an informant man about the future for a little while.

Whether the other candidates are elected queens or not, Die will remain unchanged and serve Mariage with “the man”. At the Mizwilli house, or, working for the royal palace, the two of us, that we would be there for her.

While it was likely that he would not be able to see Die, one of the reasons why Dadan visited the castle would have meant ascertaining the location of “the man”.

Realizing the emptiness of his forgotten neighbor, Die shook himself and stood in front of Mariage's office.

As he entered the room after a takeover by the guard, a man turned around to refrain beside Mariage.

Rodimus Tedius.

Twenty-three years. He is a sweet-faced man with flax hair and eyes. He holds the position of prime minister, partitioning most of his affairs. He was the man who invited her to dance at the Gertrude family before Mariage took office as queen.

"What's wrong with you? You look so scared."

In order to be able to keep up with the softness of that laugh, Die untied the strong tension of his expression. Ask as you walk over.

"Good day, Roddy. Did you have a scary face?

"I was."

"Did something happen with the visitor?

A knight who was holding back at the window tilted his neck with an imaginary face.

"Let me know as soon as you can if you need anything."

If Die answers that there is a problem, he may still say that he is going to slash and lay down his opponent. It's okay, and Die forgives the man. He has a somewhat direct point.

He undertakes the escort of Mariage, Assé Tedius. He is the brother of Rodimus. Though brothers, the only thing they have in common is the color of their hair and eyes. Assé's physique is superior to that of Rodimus, and he often narrows his cleavage eyes tightly, as opposed to his palatable brother.

But towards the die, he was a gentle, well-laughed man.

"You were late coming to me and you were just in a hurry."

Mariage, who arrives at the clerk's table, pinches her mouth with her face pointed at the paperwork.

"So, you threw me out, and who were you talking to long? Die."

"It's Dadan. Do you remember?

"Dadan......?

After a moment of silence, Mariage stuffed her breath and raised her face, her eyes wide open.

"The man? When did you get back over here?

He said it was last night.

"Did His Majesty also know?

"Yep."

To Assé's inquiry, Mariaj indicated affirmation.

"Someone I know took care of me."

"Heh. Then why don't we invite him to dinner?

"No. I think you should stop doing that."

Die urged Rodimus to dismiss the proposal. I don't think that Dadan, who usually rolls over Nanajuku, is familiar with the dining table that requires courtroom style practice. Where I invited him, he would resign, too, hating a tough place.

"So what the hell have you been talking about?

"Er... a little now"

Die turned his gaze around the civilians gathering in the room, clouding his words. Even though everyone is a trustworthy officer, they are not the ones who are made to speak and hear about Arishuel.

"It's fine after the break. I'm not in a hurry."

"Really? Then I'll take a break now. You're here, too."

Mariage pokes her cheek wand and gently waves her empty hand. It's a signal to dissolve.

"Somebody call a woman and let her prepare some tea in the meantime. Roddy, I'll take care of that paperwork."

"My pleasure."

Standing up waiting for Rodimus' consent, Mariage begins to walk into the next room. Die also followed her to that room, which is the Queen's personal lounge.

In the room, which has a considerable size, from the entrance, the table for reception and the order of the chairs, bookshelves and sleeping areas are adjusted. One of them, Mariage, just cut out the story as she dropped her hips in a clothed chair.

"So, how was Arishuel?

"How did you know about Master Arishuel?

I haven't told you anything yet. Step away from the door closed behind your back, remembering how uncomfortable it is to be seen through your chest.

"I can only think of one more chat that needs to be paid for."

"Master Mariage is sometimes very sensitive, isn't he!

"I'm gonna hit you."

"I said... tell me the teaser before you hit me, no more"

"You're the idiot. Be honest. Do something to fix it. Just sit down."

Die lowered his hips in the lower seat as he stroked his head.

"So? You said how was Arishuel?

"They say it's not very good."

Divert Dadan's words straight into a response.

"He said it was a sign he was going to chase after Rowen. Now kite...... do you remember? I'm Rowen's brother."

"I remember."

"They say they're sticking to Master Alishuel."

Don't let yourself live forever.

I put my hand on my forehead just to say I had a headache, and Mariage sighed.

"What are you doing, that one? I thought you went to apologize. Why are you bothering them? I'm going to have another flip."

"Well, from the other side that separated the Inland Sea, neither did Master Arishuel expect people to come and snap."

"What. Am I serious?

"Yes, sir. I know."

While bitterly laughing at things like her husband's child, Die pulled a letter out of his pocket. Mariage turns a frivolous eye to that simple seal.

"What is it? It."

"I just deposited it from Dadan. This is a letter from Master Arishuel."

"You."

Mariage roared low in a frightened manner.

"If you have something like that, get it out of here."

Taking the letter from the die, she drops her gaze on the paper she took out, no matter what her hand to cut the seal was. It's like we're just eating up on letters.

My fingertips gripping the paper, white and bloody, are at war.

"... Master Alishuel, what...?

"I'm fine, don't worry"

Pinching a slight silence, Mariage continues.

"I arrived safely in the man's hometown. The country is livable and everyone is doing well... that's what I'm talking about."

"... Really..."

Perhaps you only choose the bright things to write down. But the content is painful the other way around. Mariage had the same sentiment, and the look on her face was terrible.

She folds the letter and captures the die with her walnut-colored eyes.

"So, that's all you talked about Dadan?

Perhaps if I tried mariage, I would have liked to say if there was no message for me.

But Die mistook the meaning of the question perfectly.

"Get Heath's guy."

I saw it in Perfilia, Die.

Driving Dadan's words to his ears, Die was responding. That's all.

Mariage pursues with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"What? I'm not sure. Are you sure there's nothing?

"... there was no"

"Yes, I do."

Mariage's face, which deposits its centre of gravity on the back of the bench, is somewhere unclear. She looks at the die as she explores. Die gently removed his gaze from his husband after taking care of his grin. Couldn't explain why my mouth weighed well.

Suddenly, the rubbing sound of the door hinges sounds high, making visitors aware of their presence.

"I see."

He forgot to lock it. The Chancellor was leaning over with his arms in his arms at the door door, which turned hard and looked back.

"Did His Majesty and Die know the whereabouts of the missing Miss Arishuel"

"I don't like eavesdropping, Prime Minister."

"I overheard it by accident. I knocked on the door and I shouldn't answer. Forgive me, Your Majesty?

Mariage stared sharply at Rodimus as he closed the door and walked over. He seems to have to smile bitterly, distorting his expression uncomfortably, even after stopping next to the die.

"Before you get into a break, Your Majesty, look here, too. I forgot to give it to you earlier"

Mariage looked like a hundred million bucks at the paperwork that the man would give, saying so with foolishness.

"If you think you're better, that's fine."

"The fact that Her Majesty the Queen has seen it is important"

"Decorative."

"If you think so, you can learn. I'll teach you."

"... trouble"

Whilst complaining, Mariage received the paperwork in a very personal manner and carried the paper with its thin fingers. It is suspicious that even half of its contents can be understood. Still, she's following the letters properly.

"I read it. I don't care. So..."

"Yes, I did.... I'll have a woman in a minute. If you want to keep it to yourself, then you better do it."

"Excuse me, sir."

As proof of Rodimus' words, a woman with tea tools appeared appropriately. Smiling prime minister and swordswallowing queen. Standing between the two gazes, the woman advances her temperament and tea support.

The hand stopped at the lid.

On the table, tea utensils for two... not enough for one guest.

"I'm sorry. We'll have it with you soon."

To reassure her, Die nearly smiled at the bluefaded woman officer.

"It's okay. Can I have the bathroom and water ready at last?

Take a glance at the bag you put aside. Mariage looks terribly tired, and I wanted to rub her legs and arms off with water that melted the essential oils. It was stopped, however, by Mariaj, who was no other.

"That's fine, Die. I also decided to come back as soon as I had this tea."

It's unusual for Mariage to take a break and not need a die.

"Are you sure?

The queen gives small assent as she carries tea to her mouth.

"I'm going to concentrate on it to the point where it's good. Instead, please come earlier than usual later."

"Before your evening plans?

"Yes, it's a dinner party with Mrs. Rudia, so before we do that, I want to slow down and get tired"

Die nodded convincingly.

Rudia Gertrude is the current head of the Gertrude family, who named Mariage as queen. She is now a woman who supports Mariage as a consultant while following numerous intermediate and junior nobles. The conversation with her seemed to be a good distraction to Mariage, enough to adjust her work so she wouldn't look tired if she planned to meet her.

Then the die pulls back very hard.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Nothing, you can drink this tea, Die."

"Chancellor, there's a neighborhood under your eyes."

Die just pointed out the fatigue of the man who recommended tea.

"Take a proper break with Your Majesty, too, Roddy."

"Die, you're telling me that drinking tea with this guy doesn't bother you for a minute?

"Dear Mariage,"

Die praised her husband with a harsh voice.

"This is Master Rodimus, not this one. Because even if you can repair your face with makeup, you can't even be classy. Please fix the tone."

"Ah, um, you know"

"Mostly, you can take a break right away, can't you? Would you like some tea with me?"

Mariage drops her shoulder gently.

"... you really don't change, that diminishing mouth..."

Die stood up listening to his husband groan.

"Where are you going?

"I'll go back. Call me if you need anything. Oh, so tea is fine."

Speak up to the damsel who refrains, and retreat from the front of the masters.

"Now, if you'll excuse me.... Your Majesty, I'll see you later"

A woman exiting the room following the die quietly closes the door.

"I mean Miss Arishuel, does Mrs. Rudia know where she's going, too?

Mariage replied honestly to Rodimus, who hesitated to open his mouth.

"Yeah, you know that."

The Mariage tells Rudia where Arishuel went.

Precisely, “the man” reported on his behalf.

"Convinced"

I put my arms together, and, yeah, I stare at the guy with his head shaking vertically, with a suspicious eye.

"What makes you so convinced?

"This is why the Gertrude family pushed you to be queen."

Putting aside a beat, Rodimus supplemented his own words.

"As soon as Miss Arishuel disappeared, I hear Mrs. Rudia had already decided to choose you. I see, because you held the key to Miss Arishuel's disappearance."

"Maybe."

Rudia is the mother of no other Alishuel. But she explained that she had found her talent as queen, but not just because her daughter had been taken care of.

But the reason Rodimus would actually give would be the real one. Mariage herself, I don't think it comes with Rudia's expectations.

To Rodimus, who remains upright, Mariage suggests the chair with her gaze.

"Why don't you sit down and have some tea? It's gonna get cold."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

"So stop saying that. If you care about me, I feel itchy."

"Oh, my God."

"'Cause it's true. You don't have to, Your Highness, because I don't care about you."

Rodimus smiles and insists.

"That's not how it works."

Repeated exchanges already.

Nevertheless, that repetition is not in vain. Now we talk with little respect.

Initially, Rodimus consistently tried to pass his attitude as a minister - because it was my mother's teaching.

Rodimus' mother is a predecessor, Eirene. A prince who cannot be given a throne. I still feel uncomfortable being honored by him because Mariage used to be in a lower capacity.

"Hey, why did Miss Arishuel disappear?

"I'm not even familiar with it."

Mariage placed the empty tea vessel on the receptacle.

"Arishuel was the queen's seat... and if she stayed that way, she would have been the queen, wouldn't she? I tried to give it up. That's why I touched the inverse scale of my father, who had been adamant on the throne for years."

"Missing uncle?"

"Yes, that was the one who tried to kill Arishuel. So, Arishuel ran away."

If you scratch the back of things, this is the place. Jeans are a little different, but I didn't feel like talking. As you can explain, Mariage is not familiar with her lost lover, the cause of the situation.

Rodimus, who had lost his word, nodded small with the face that he had fallen to his heart.

"... Uncle, you're stupid too. That's why my mother kept telling us to support my sister."

Rodimus' education as Prime Minister was all to assist his sister, who was supposed to be queen.

A corner of respect for what carries the country. And give your share, and keep it there.

Eirene kept telling her sons that it would lead to the happiness of the country and hence of the princes themselves living there.

The teachings are still alive. It's no different where my sister was replaced by Mariage. For Rodimus, that was the reason he tried to set up a mariage.

"Is that it? Is the break over yet? Sire."

Keep an eye out for the risen mariage, the way Rodimus was surprised.

Mariage pulled the hem of the garment and nodded.

"You also told Die. I'm going to concentrate."

"That's wise."

"Rodimus."

Dominated by the inexplicable frustration of his specialty, his voice calling the prime minister is dangerous.

Rodimus raised his hips from the chair, raising his eyebrows to his surprise.

"How are you? Your Majesty."

"Please, don't salute me."

The voice of a gentle but intelligent man who knows the art of making people obey. The discouragement. The tone.

They make the man, who is no longer there, (howls) in two moments.

"... mariage?

"And."

Control of Rodimus, Mariage continued.

"Find people. I may have to do someone all the way to the city, but with any luck, I'm still in the castle."

"... who should I look for?

Rodimus alters his tone with a bitter look. Mariage smiled and answered the question.

"You idiot who didn't send one message of greeting to the habit of taking care of me scattered"