The Queen’s Cosmetician

You weren't there.

Die, who was wiping his hands clean, raised his face to Mariage's whining. While touching the cosmetic brush lined up, I agree. Even without inquiry, I knew what it meant.

Next to Serenesty, who welcomed the Dies in the east room of the courtyard, there was no sign of her brother as Chancellor. There were two men who were escorting me. One of them is called Helmut, and he says he will head the knights' general regiment. He is a man who makes a sophisticated impression, although he is gracious. Young people dressed in black did not reach the point of being introduced. But I also remember seeing it in Del Ligueiria. He is a beautiful looking young man with white skin and green and gray eyes. Probably a side of Serenesty.

Perfilia's senior officials, who were absent from that venue, are scheduled to meet face to face at an upcoming dinner party.

Die changed his mind and checked the tools arranged on the round table. Color powder, practice powder, color plate, white powder. No matter the brush, sponges, hair fastening, hand tufted. Any of those things. And run your gaze to Mariage. Her skin, after care, is so smooth that the ceramics are also so smooth. Glossy to the point where the light faints.

However, the face was slightly tense.

"Yuma, excuse me. Can I get you some cold water?

Though my friend who was clearing his lunch clothes in the corner of the room flashed in surprise, he quickly absorbed this intent of wanting us to be alone. Remove the water drain that is always provided and exit the room.

Wait until we were alone, Die knelt before Mariage. I look up at my husband's face, which is starting to fall out of his misery, unlike when I just met him.

"... what?

Mariaj pointed at the tip of her mouth in a mood.

"Are you nervous?

"... of course."

Mariage cramped her body dressed in her evening costume.

"In the end, you go into dinner without knowing anything about them. Even though Mrs Rudia has told me that the important thing in the negotiations is to know as much as possible about the other person in advance. I couldn't even hear a lot about Marlen's dinner."

"You're doing well at the point where you're trying to get a proper exploration going."

Anyway, everyone in the civil service stayed just intoxicated by the meal, the booze and a moment of friendship. Die himself, if Dadan hadn't pointed me out, would have only seen it as a dinner party.

Mariage distorts her mouth in a mean way.

"Right. You were about to be murdered without permission."

When they point that out, they don't even make a grunt sound.

"Totally, why do you always stop fumbling around on your own so much? Are you stupid?

"... you can think of that..."

I don't mean to be in the habit, but I'm sure it's a lot more frequent, so you can be an idiot now.

"Tell me about that fool. What was the official purpose of this visit to Perfilia?

"... you know, why would you forget that?"

Mariage turned into a frightened face, and this seemingly sighed zero.

"Is your head okay? The purpose is to confirm friendship."

"Oh, isn't it negotiating to make a treaty or something? Then it's okay to get a little distracted."

"You know, you check in that scattered carriage..."

Die giggles at her silent husband in the middle of the word.

"If today's dinner party isn't about negotiation, put on makeup that looks dazzling. Gloriously, adorably."

Makeup that brings the beauty of mariage to life.

Overall, the contoured face, even rounded and fleshy, finishes very cute when lightly colored. She hated the outrage, but now that she's grown up, she'll be able to make a face without compromising her elegance.

In recognition of her husband's silence, Die began makeup.

Carefully stretches the basement made from mustard seeds, successfully concealing the ju brushing on the cheeks from tension, the yellow practicing powder in areas slightly higher on the cheeks. Skin tone uses water based powder to make the skin lighter. It was thin and thin, carefully stretched across the corners of the mouth, eyes and details, and tamed to Mariage's skin.

I was not sure if I would correct the scabbard, but in the end I stopped.

Blushing, which is well worth taking care of and quite thin, is not even noticeable for the time being. I don't know how much makeup is preferred in this country. As far as Serenesty was concerned, thin makeup was likely to be preferred.

Press the fine sponge on the mesh to snuggle the refined powder against the skin while sucking away the excess oil. Slowly putting the white powder on with a large stroke of brush produced silky skin.

Fine brushes are used and white powder is added to fine areas such as when the eyes are used.

"Marlen thought so."

As the die was checking as much as the finish of the skin, Mariage cut out the story by making sure to drop it.

"It's hard to find out what they want and what information they have. I wonder how the story could be cheered up?

Before leaving, Rudia Gertrude advised Mariage.

In Del Ligueiria, Mariage may only give a word to the other person to speak. In Perfilia, however, the situation is different, and Mariage herself needs to set up a story about her opponent. Even more so if something wants to elicit information.

"I felt like the conversation was on the upside down where I was practicing."

That's right, and in a raw reply, Die took up a copper vessel mimicking the currency. The beeswax is applied to the lips. Empty the lid and insert the red brush.

"I'll paint the honey. Lips...... What did they do, as they practiced?

My husband responded with his tongue as he finished pouring beeswax.

"Repeat what they say"

"That doesn't make for a conversation... Sora, I did practice."

Repeating the information you get, they move their mouths smoother, understanding that they're listening to you.

It's a conversational, initial step.

"I mean, I thought that was something that was understood. That's why Master Rudia was barely explained, and the practice flushed. Do you mind? Don't get caught up in how much you don't know."

"You don't have to know anything."

"Excuse me. … the point is, I hope they find the conversation enjoyable."

The geishas of the flower district where Die was born and raised are precisely the people who stood out for the technique. They said. He said if you create a fun atmosphere, that's all they'll talk about.

"That's easy for you to say. Like other personnel."

Die turned his eyes away from the color plate towards Mariage.

"With all due respect, Master Mariage. A year in Queen's race. Dinner party for the tea party for lunch. How many times do you think you attended? If you're searching for a belly, you're already getting sick and tired of it. There are a lot of things that are well mastered."

Put the color plate back on the round table and turn back to your husband.

"Why do you think everyone gathered around Mariage to blossom into this and the conversation every time they attended the meeting?

At the time, Mariage was named at the bottom of the list of candidates. There were few advantages to gaining from surrounding her. It would have been more meaningful to line up the top candidates with vernacular words.

Still, people didn't even cut a pull and visited Mariage and got interested in talking.

There's only one reason.

"It's only because I thought it would be fun to have a conversation with Master Mariage. You just have to do the same here."

As a matter of fact, Mariage is a pretty good listener. The eagle-fried gavel that goes in between is exquisite.

"You should be able to. You were chosen queen in that situation. Be confident about that."

Mariage, who was listening to Die's words, remained silent with a strange face even after the story was over.

I peek into her face, but I don't show any reaction. Die exhaled small and resumed her makeup. Next is the eye area.

Instruct Mariage to close her eyes and gently apply the brightness white powder to her lid with her fingers. The generated color was similarly placed under the brow head. Totally inconspicuous colour, but a purchasing colour that demonstrates true value when seen with a pull. Give your eyes and nose a 3D feel.

Next, Die pulled out a brush as thick as his index finger and as soft as his hairy feet. From the time of the eyes, it is carefully colored against the orbit. The chosen one is coral. Pale red with slight yellowing. I made sure that softness was added around my eyes and placed the color plate. Take up a glass vial instead. Inside is a viscous solution mixed in a one-to-one ratio with gold powder.

I took it to an ultra-fine brush with a rub and edged the hairline of my eyelashes.

The gold is brilliant and very tricky.

She frowned, cheeks next, and where the die drew the color plate again, Mariage groaned pompously.

"Confident, but... it's not my power that made me queen."

He's so spiritually shaken. It's been a long time since my lord has spoiled things.

Looking for words of encouragement doesn't work either.

Mariage went on to whine with a hard voice.

"I'm the queen now because Heath was there."

Die breathed and looked at her husband.

In her eyes looking straight back at the die, there is a thin membrane strained.

"No, I'm not."

Die uttered the answer his husband would want. At least, that's what Die thought.

"No, indeed, there will be parts of that. But if the power of the man alone really made Lady Mariage queen, he would not have left us."

The man rather hoped that Mariage would not become independent. It was limiting information and making it biased in upbringing. I can peek at that from the challenges given to her as well. There were many paradigms of poetry, music, history, and rituals, and all the studies that seemed to help govern the Mizwieri family as mistresses, even if they could not be queens, had been distracted by the fold of political science, economics, and sociology - the mariage clearing up and becoming queens.

But Mariage absorbed the knowledge she lacked as a candidate for queen six months after the die was served as a makeup artist through her physical senses.

As a result, Mariage must have had an undesirable growth for “the man”.

"I can't see you. That's why the guy left. There was help from everyone. But it was only with your help that you grabbed the Queen's throne."

Die put down his makeup tools and knelt before her.

Die gently took her hand away from her lap, clenched so hard that she could lose her blood.

"My you. My King."

I chose, the only one.

Die let his own fingertips dive between her fingers and palms so that Mariage's hands would not be hurt any more.

"Dear Mariage, My makeup will dull unless you stretch your chest yourself. … hold on a little longer"

Mariage says nothing. Quietly staring at the die.

However, the eyes are more geometrically focused than earlier. The die, trying to stand at ease, was slapped on the forehead and curled in Mariage's hand, stretched out by surprise.

"... Huh! What are you doing!?

Mariage's hand, ignoring the protest, slaps the die's forehead peppery and lightly.

The die hung tightly on the seat of the chair.

"Er... what the hell?

"Nothing."

Mariage, finally holding her hand, shakes her hair off annoyingly, falling on her shoulder.

"Finish your makeup faster than that. We're running out of time."

"Is it my fault!?

"Who the hell is to blame?

"... Yes, yes, it's my fault"

Poking his hand at his knee as he was tanned, Die woke up his body. Drop your hips in the chair that draws you in and take your cheeks red and brush in your hand.

My cheeks look young when I put them all in. A small amount of brick color was taken into a soft cotton cloth and applied fan-shaped from a high position on the cheek towards the ear.

Otherwise, finish the sesame correction, carefully remove the powder and place the brush.

Mariage twisted her neck in surprise.

"Hey, haven't you forgotten your lipstick?

In response to Mariage's allegations, Die deliberately makes a surprise look.

"Oh, dear Mariage, isn't your throat dry?

"What? Throat?

What is it, and the queen raises her dumb voice?

Sooner than Die answered, the sound of knocking on the door rang lightly.

"Excuse me, sir."

Yuma often enters the room by holding it in a basin with water spills on it.

As Die and Mariage watched, the woman poured water into a handily prepared high cup.

Its glass of glass condenses into a difference from the outside air, zeroing drops like ripe fruit.

Die grinned at Mariage.

"If I didn't scream that I was thirsty, I'd pour red right now, though?

Tidy his hair, weave his dressed coat, follow the officials while accompanied by the Chancellor, and leave the room.

The die remains for her own discipline. By the time the meeting opened, it was scheduled to rendezvous.

A carpet stretched straight into the hallway finally takes Mariage's center of gravity and kills the footsteps. The road is quiet. The Perfilia guards deployed at equal intervals do not squander slightly, but remain silent. Only the sound of clothing rubbing accompanying the move was solemnly playing the examination, like the music that welcomed a group.

The dinner party is held in the grand hall of the hotel, where a trip from Del Ligueiria was allowed to stay.

While following the guidance, Mariage was rebelling in her chest about her conversation with Die.

The result of Mariage's election as queen is only with her own strength, Die says.

Until I was welcomed into Serenesty in this castle, Mariage also thought it was like a die.

All I found out on that Queen's election night was that Heath Livort is from Perfilia. I never thought I was the queen of another country.

Since the destruction of the Principality of the Devil, there has never been a small number of those who have ambitious to become the Lord of a nation by manipulating measures. Mariage wondered if the man was one of them. Even with Dadan's report in his ear that Chancellor Perfilia was grossly similar to Heath.

- The truth is, it's not that easy.

Large doors to luxuriously decorated ceilings. On its side, which has been opened, the official informing the entrants of their visit is refraining. The name of Mariage is called, and those who had already entered the venue look back in unison. A loosely tuned string was honked for welcome, and a group of men and women, situated in the middle of the hall, walked with them to Mariage and stopped at a moderate distance.

"Dear Mariage, Lord Tedius, are you tired of traveling?

Mariage nodded to Serenesty, who asked innocently.

"Yep. I really liked your room too. It's a lovely hotel."

"The officials are delighted."

Rodimus followed Mariage with a dear smile.

"Thank you very much for your concern, Your Majesty"

"I'm relieved by your words."

Showing relief, Serenesty tilted her body slightly toward the man next door. Show him with that white delicate hand.

The man in the creation, very similar to her, had a gentle grin strapped to his brilliant face.

"I would like to introduce you"

Serenesty said.

"My brother, I'm Ditrout Yerni. Just like Lord Tedius, he holds the position of Chancellor. It's an important family that supports my immaturity in the shade."