The Queen’s Cosmetician

He must have been the magician who bothered to recommend him as a makeup subject.

(sobbing)

Die told himself as he cleaned his hands.

He can certainly “paint” his figure. But this time there are people's eyes. I can't change my impression with him.

I just need to do what I always do, calm down and make up.

A voice is heard from the audience room on a die peeking into the face of the bird.

"Why don't we talk about something?

Die pulled his lips together and looked back at the Lord of his voice. Ditrout. He sits in the front row alongside Serenesty.

Confronted by Russia in that challenging eye of boredom.

"Meet your expectations"

I giggle at him and Die sticks up his voice.

"Don't you think makeup just taps white powder and pulls red? Of course, that's fine with me, but I use the additive pull of color to lead me to the way I want to be one of them. Depending on how you do it, you can overshadow your impressions… that's makeup."

My voice echoes badly. Wanting me to accompany him, Die felt shitty.

"The important thing is, what kind of person would you like to be wearing makeup?... This time, showing this person to a woman is the main point.... by the way, do you have any preferences for what kind of woman you want to be?

The person questioned looked up at the die uncomfortably. Don't talk to me, it seems.

But what do you know?

"A poor woman who wants to protect you, or a glossy woman with luscious lusciousness?

"... whatever you want"

He responded nicely.

"Well, we'll decide later on the impression… Shall we check your skin condition first"

Die peered into his face.

"It's a smooth skin that makes all women envious. but you seem a little dry. Plenty of... put rose water on it."

When the skin is thirsty, the colour powder does not appear well. It floats.

"What the hell do you think is the deciding factor in making a man look like a woman? What do I differentiate between sexes on the basis of appearance?... contour? Eye size? Thickness of lips? … I've thought a lot about it, but I think it's" spirituality ""

Explain with your hands moving.

"Moist eyes, wet lips, sucking on hands, moist skin"

Die woke up and saw the men gathering in the hall.

"Would it be easy for you to understand if you remind your lover when you feel a woman?

Helmut bends the edge of his mouth delightfully next to Mariage. Fabian laughs bitterly and Ditrout is untouched. Serenesty only slightly frowned.

"To recreate that“ spirituality, "you don't just pound white powder. Keeping your skin soft in advance is the secret to finishing your makeup beautifully. … keep the emulsion tame as well"

Stretch out the thick milky white liquid. My skin inhaled moisture and plumped, and a circle of light shoots high on my cheeks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may, would you be more forward? Please check with me."

Die called to the audience in the thought of it. It must also be difficult to exercise the technique of "topcoating" under the eyes of the crowd. It makes it hard to hide the phosphorescence of magic.

Die punched over the workbench and drew a vial of smoked glass to hand two or three. The contents are liquid with skin tone. Thinner than the powder, but glossy on the skin anyway.

Die shook the vial to the audience to show it.

"Then next...... I will correct my skin tone here. Yeah, it's not powder. It's liquid - first, the first bottle"

The liquid spread over the face is milky white.

"This is the basement. It's something that will give you better coloring and holding to attach later, but that's not all. Look, check it out. It is slightly sparkling when stretched out to the skin. It's pearl powder. If you gather light in this way to brighten your skin, it looks plump and rounded"

Brighten your skin, that is, if you finish white, your eyes create illusions. Because white is an inflated color. It obscures the contours and makes the skeleton look flat as well.

"But the skin doesn't just have to be brighter."

Pick a thin red liquid on the back of your hand. Everyone's eyes were opened uniformly. You must have been surprised because you're too far from your skin tone.

"It's a planting color that gives blood color. This is what it looks like, but it fades when you put it on your skin"

The die applied its thin redness around the high position of the cheeks of the wax.

"Remind me. For example, a woman who just took a hot bath. That, cheerful, juicy cheek."

Someone's throat snapped. That's fine, Die smiled.

Forget about the gender of what you sit on as long as you get makeup. What's here is your darling lady.

"Next. Now give me something with skin tone."

Die pulled out a flat brush with a cobweb. Place liquid on its tip

Apply and stretch the generated color from the lower lid of the lid to the contour of the face. Go on, cheeks, jaws, forehead. Delicate places like the upper lid are at the tip of your finger.

The dullness caused by dryness is removed from the skin of the customer and the appearance of blood tone creates a sense of clarity.

"It's a familiar white powder here."

Generally, the women apply this white powder on top of each other to create their skin. But Die didn't like it. Because even a little makeup can make me sick.

I don't hate white powder itself. When used for finishing, the skin gathers light.

The white powder of the die in particular is a special order mixed with the powder of the rigid stone to give it a shine. It doesn't get too white when applied and glitters in a fine rainbow color.

The large swing brush, which has as much as a baby's fist, contained plenty of powder and brushed one.

Die applied his strength to the hand that accompanied his face, and raised it up so that it could be seen well by the audience. I need them to remember the finish of that makeup.

"How about that? Does it look like a maiden's soft skin?

The audience slowly pulled their jaws.

I meant to finish it so that it would look brighter and softer in outline, to speak the truth. But it doesn't color as well as I think. It doesn't shine. I've never seen anything like this before.

I look up at the die. The green gray eyes resembled a forest closed to frost. On the lookout, deep - …….

In his eyes, a flaming light flickers.

The lines of his body swayed as the cloth rippled. The green silver membrane only sees through.

Die understood.

This young magician is not about to [paint].

He's probably already activated it.

Cut off the effect of makeup.

It must be because it's eye-catching. Doesn't seem to mean the die's makeup will be wiped out at all. But that only gives me a break.

He is a young man with a neutral face. I don't make it look soft on my face as long as I have the skill. His skin doesn't choose the color to put on it. Sometimes I have gray hair. I was going to make a clear impression with a light color flavour.

But now too light a color is dangerous.

Die clenched his brush and drew the color plate. Run your gaze through the colors that line up to pick out the color to pour on your eyes and lips.

(Think)

Do you use dark colors? But brightly colored ones tend to look masculine if not well indulged. It doesn't fit into the foundation I built for softness.

"-... what's wrong?

Serenesty's gracious question echoes.

Die returned it to me. The hall quietly returns at some point, waiting for the next move of the die. I wish I had been in my thoughts for quite some time.

"No."

Die shook his head loosely.

"... I was just thinking. I was wondering what kind of woman this person would be."

Die smiled and put the brush down.

"Now I've finally decided"

Take it off with your fingers.

Blood color. The color of the western sun. Rose, also a Del Ligueiria crest. Its color.

Red.

Apply it vigorously to the youth's eyeballs.

Die declared.

"... I know that you want to be a beautiful woman of inclination that attracts everyone. -... like a famous, doomsday witch"

There will be no strangers here. A beautiful princess who is admired for her beauty in this world. A inclined woman who is also frequently featured in opera.

The "witch" who pulled the trigger of the collapse of the Devil's Principality.

Its purpose in applying makeup similar to hers is to rub on the magician, the Mage.

The witch's hair had a burning flame color, which she said stirred up her luster again. Red is also a green complement. The bright red accentuates the green and gray colour of the eyes of the lion. My eyes seemed vain and glowed, and my skin grew more glossy as if I breathed back.

Next, take the ultra-fine brush and dip it in the ink kettle. The colour and quantity were adjusted with the back of the hand to edge the hairline of the eyelashes. Grey, diluted by the demon, accentuates the length of his eyelashes in conjunction with the color of his eyes.

Eyebrows.

"Excuse me. I'll put a"

Smaller so, thinner, shorter. The lack of what is to be creates a heterogeneous luster, worthy of the beautiful woman of the incarnation. After this pastime is over - that's the only way you can correct it with the "topcoat".

Die grabbed the color plate and leaned to hand, choosing the red to accompany his lips.

The colour that creaked at the tip was grape liquor colour. Dark, dark, dense comatose red. Mix the honey to give it a glow. Pour it on your lips and it will look glossy and thickened. I know a man remembers a woman for her teeth and tongue tip movements peeking from that narrow space.

Brick on the cheeks. This one is slightly, but extensively. Switch the skin tone made for a thorough impression to one that emphasizes the skeleton by approaching the wheat color.

Add white color powder to forehead, nose muscle and jaw tip. It only has the effect of making that part look high and highlighting the skeleton.

And finally.

"Her Majesty Queen Serenesti"

Die poked one knee in front of Serenesty away from the jar.

"I'm sorry. May I borrow your sire's veil?

Serenesty is wearing a dark blue golden veil that reminds her of the night over her tied hair.

Indeed, she covered her head with thin silk with a similar texture, even on the first day of the arrival of the Dies.

Serenesty looked abominably at the hand of the die asking for the loan.

"Your Majesty"

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Stop the ditlout that opens his mouth and Serenesty grabs the golden veil of his head. The behavior was abusive but somewhere graceful.

"Thank you"

Die pulled back with thin silk raised. Spread it over your head.

The dark blue watermark weave edges the appearance of the jade. Turn ash or shingle hair into dazzling silver peeking into a gap between yarn and yarn. And assimilated to the night-colored garments he could wear, he wiped out a wide range of shoulder lines that were unique to men.

Cheeked up at the raised ladle, Die declares to everyone.

"Done."

Time, too, is impeccable.

-... the audience is solidified like plaster while swallowing solids.

Die withdrew his hand. Standing up guided, he frowns at the reaction around him. Even that slight movement seemed troubling.

"Huh... ha"

Serenesty rocked the silence first. She laughs up without even hiding her mouth with a fan. When she finally laughed, she was in tears.

"Oh... excuse me. No, I'm impressed. You really look like a woman."

Serenesty excused herself as she wiped her eyes with her fingers.

"You shouldn't wear it with the ladies' makeup. Sincerely good arm.... Die, I hope so. Thank you. And I thank you. Permission granted, even to Mariage."

"Welcome."

Mariage responds to Serenesty.

"It seems an honor to entertain Master Serenesti."

"No. And it's amazing!

Fabian lifted her hips from her seat and stared at her as she peered in.

"You really look like a woman. I thought I could wear more women's clothes."

Everyone shakes their heads vertically to affirm his opinion. Excited whispers spread like ripples, and there was only ever a whirlpool of applause in the venue.

"-... do"

Chili, and.

The Queen of Perfilia closes her fans and makes people take me back with that sound. Standing up, she looked around gently with her.

"Very unfortunate, but a good time is something that ends. It's time for a recess. Master Mariage and Master Die are invited back to the hotel.... Barnier, please relax there, as we will have tea ready in the separate room. My brother, Lord Yerni, will be your opponent."

My brother-in-law to Doppelgum fulfilled. Serenesty wants to claim to Fabian that the farce is so far gone.

Fabian glanced over and Die nodded back small.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Fabian put his hand on his chest and offered a salute to Serenesty.

"But that's not true. We won't be taking up any more of your busy time. I would like to come home -... of Del Ligueiria, with you."

Throw simultaneously to Fabian the gaze of those of Perfilia exploring the intent of the statement.

"... I wonder what that means?

Serenesty, who got out of stiffness one foot faster, smiles and puts on his little neck without a minute's gap. But the eye was swordswallowing.

Fabian said frankly with a strange face.

"Oh, I never have any other intentions. Don't be offended. Of course, I am going to tell my lord that you have been generous to all of Perfilia, beginning with Her Majesty Queen Serenesti -"

"Not in that sense"

Serenesty severed Fabian's mouth sharply.

"... with the Del Ligueiria people, now that you're home? Barnier, Foreign Secretary."

"Yes."

Fabian nodded loudly.

"Master Die has told us that everyone in Del Ligueiria is planning to return again this afternoon."

A gaze from Serenesty pierces the die.

Die opened his mouth before her.

"It was an honor to finally greet you and even set you up for a place like this.... Yuma! Are you all ready to go home?

"Huh... ah"

It's done.

On behalf of confused Yuma, Mariage moves forward.

"All you have to do is support the carriage"

"... it will take awhile for the horses to be ready, Dear Mariage"

"Oh dear Serenesty, it will be over soon. Let me give you back the people I owe you. You can make them rush for support. Isn't that easy? Your Majesty's servants are excellent."

The two queens faced each other with a thin grin.

Thank goodness Mariaj brought the story together. But the die was in a hurry. It should be about time, but there's no reward. Fabian also brightly takes care of it, but inside he will be cold sweating.

"Can't you still be my opponent for a while now? Foreign Secretary."

Ditrout walking over to Fabian also had another sneering smile.

"I wanted to talk to you about Doppelgum."

"It's not just you, sir."

As he broke into the conversation, Die packed a distance with the two of them.

"The same is true of me. Perhaps everyone here would like to hear from Foreign Secretary Barnier. How about that?... what about waiting for the carriage to be ready while everyone listens to the foreign affairs officer?

"But don't you have your own support? Master, why don't you come back to the hotel once?

"My lord, I have told you that you have already completed all your return journeys. I think we should hurry the martins, though?

Ditrout looks at the die. Die looked up to him, too.

"Well... if we don't make him hurry, what happens?

What are you talking about, DiTrout questioning behind the words.

The reward is yet to come.

Die swallowed his spit.

"If we don't hurry..."

When the die nearly opened his mouth, one of the doors opened in momentum. It's the little door my servant uses. But for those who were pointing their nerves, the sound of their opening and closing sounded slightly louder. We all look back and welcome new visitors at once.

Apparently he was surprised. Although the official stopped for a moment, he immediately returned to calm and visited under the Chancellor.

Ear-throated ditlouts change complexion.

He saw the die by lowering the officer who finished the report.

"-... I know we will keep the people waiting."

With an earlier continuation, Die smiled at him.

"Chancellor"

Serenesty called for a dittrout.

"What happened?

He shakes his head to the side.

"Your Majesty, here"

Say it.

"But"

"Just say it."

seeping through hesitation, DiTrout says.

"The people are in front of the castle...... no, they seem to be gathering on the boulevard, Your Majesty"

"The people?

Serenesty's willow brow was heavily distorted.

"For what?

Ditrout answers. Keep those eyes on the die.

"To escort Queen Mariage, as well as the Delligerians, who will return home..."