The Queen’s Cosmetician

Carefully apply the skin tone powder wrapped with your fingers.

Smooth skin that also outshines silk glows from the side of the touch.

If the fine powder hung on the sieve was applied with a soft thick brush on the hair feet, the gloss of the lily petal dwelled further in the skin.

Attract the color plate and taste the colour that suits the woman. Blue of night darkness, green of young vegetables, white of stuffed grass. To the yellow of the hare, the red of the rose. Su Fang's red probably suits the thin lips of a woman offered to mouth her lover. Her eyes turned candy to look like candles. Drop a drop of golden powder into the back of your hand to see the color develop.

"When will it end?

"I'm done"

In response to a question from behind, Die glanced at the mirror set on the table. That polished mirror showed Asma keeping her back at the door door.

"That's the last of her."

away from the door, Asma said.

"Come to Atashi's room when you're done."

Waving in a flicker as she leaves, she disappears across the door cloth.

When Die put the large brush used for the finish in the right place, he smiled to his satisfaction by checking the performance.

People's shadows are sparse in the flower blossoms that plugged into the storefront. One of the lights that was lit, another one, slowly disappearing, walking with a soft thin cloth hem pulled while the geishas finished their work looked unsatisfactory. With the exception of a few people who slipped in during the closing, the guests who were the Lord had already pulled up, the doors of the used rooms had been opened and the backers responsible for cleaning had access to the rags and cloths.

When the die arrived in the room, Asma kept the books. Wait in the long chair, it is suggested by sight.

With the door closed behind his back, the die walked over to the chair, placed a cosmetic bag beside it and lowered his back to the seat with the embroidery neatly applied.

Asma says without raising her gaze from paper.

"How dare you. Your husband gave you permission."

I said it the way Asma was impressed.

"Didn't you come to hate me?

"That I wear makeup to others? Or to put makeup on everyone in the flower district?

"Both, but especially if you look at a geisha."

Die's master is finally a mariage, the king of Delligeria. On the other hand, the women who work under Asma, no matter how good they are at the arts, remain whores who sell their bodies. It would be more normal to think that you don't want to be touched with the same hand that put them on makeup.

"I'll check again, are you sure you're getting permission?

Take off your glasses and Asma asks.

"It's true. Oh, isn't that okay? That was an instant answer. Alma and the others said hello."

Mariage has visited this flower district before. In that fold, one of the geishas who led her on behalf of the die is Alma. I was going to come back home, but I told Die that Mariage remembered the names of the geishas as she fingered them, and that if I even took them in a confectionery fold, I would just say so.

"I'd be glad if you admitted to me about the Atasis."

Smiling like it didn't even seem right, Asma rose out of her seat.

Remove the high cups and fruit liquor for two from the cupboard and lower your hips to the chair opposite the die in your hand.

"You don't look disgusted... can you drink now?

Asma raises a single eyebrow as she places the high cup on the oval table and unplugs the bottle. Die explained himself, thinking he was still good at it.

"I thought I would definitely be drunk, so my friend prescribed me a drunken prescription"

If you drink poorly, your memories fly without jokes, so these days Alvina will make you drunk. Because magic is used in purification, it works well anyway.

"... can't you take a drop without medicine?

"Hmm, I don't know what to do with a bite or so. I'll drink half of that cup for a minute."

"... you're the same.... even though I've grown tall"

Die shrugged his shoulders at Asma's pointing.

From around the middle of last year, when Die's body began to move that needle forward slowly. My bones broke and my clothes didn't suit me anymore. It is starting to fall out of its face, and the lines of its body are increasing.

Nevertheless, it makes no difference that it is small and fleshy thin. If I stood in front of him wrapped around a man's official clothes, there was just a boy who grew all the more awkward than before.

"What's the moon barrier?

"Not yet."

I don't see any signs of menstruation.

But I think that's fine.

I wake up in the morning and tremble every time I check the mirror. That was fear. to my body slowly turning into something I don't know what I'm good at.

I'm afraid of being a woman.

For the first time, Die realized that time was engraved into his body.

"... don't push it too hard. Too busy, it's common for obstacles to stop coming."

Though in Atashi's case there will be some years. Asma adds in a sarcastic tone.

Old age is sure to come to this man's mistress, who runs three whorehouses as Die's adoptive mother. The beauty of previous years has not been compromised, and I rather feel that it has gained awesomeness, but I taught Die that the garment, which refrained from wrinkles and exposure carved around her eyes, passed the fortieth road as well.

The life expectancy of the geishas is short. Even if you are familiar with how to deal with it, you often get sick jobs. Otherwise, if you get old, the value of the product will drop. Twenty will bear a child and turn generations, and eventually they will be disoriented.

Asma, who turned to management, is a successful man. The ordeal to build her present position, however, creeps on her as indelible fatigue.

The management of the whorehouse is not bad. Looks like he's also growing backwards. Still, Asma's day of rest seems to be ahead for the time being.

Asma, trusted as a corner figure, is now being chased to deal with the problems she lifts in the back town.

With such a busy self on the shelf, she looked at the die with care.

"... said he was on a domestic inspection at the end of the year and was mostly away from Wang Du? Don't break your body."

"I'm just following Master Mariage around. No big deal."

Since returning from Perfilia, Mariage has been actively going out to see what is happening in the country. Start with the Mizwieri family and the territory under their umbrella. Continue along the border. Villages, fields, forests, unbridled.

The sight I saw in the people of the country passes the back of my brain, and the die softly lays down his lid.

About last year's harvest. Civil unrest broke out and perished in a small country located in the southwestern part of the western continent. Seventeen years after Maisemble perished. The country that was holding out will have disappeared again.

Much of the looters and refugees of the collapse of the soldier regiment were also seen on the Del Ligueiria border, and the Mariage inspection was to ascertain the situation in the area.

It was terrible.

The red and black stain of the smell that could be seen everywhere. Stepped crushed glass. The exterior walls of the house, where the soil collapsed and the straw inside swept out - many settlements were attacked by vagabonds to expose them to unbroken odds.

"Asma is the one, don't push it too hard. If you're listening to everything you're counting on, you're going down."

"You're grown up to be worried about Atashi, aren't you? Die."

"Don't make fun of me. I'm really worried about you."

"I know. Thanks."

Gu, take a breath of the contents of the cup, and Asma laughs bitterly.

"But it's never human resources. These days... insecurity."

The vagabonds chased after their dwellings end up flowing into the king's capital.

The deterioration in security that accompanied it was a matter currently plaguing the heads of the Asmas.

Go home, be careful, she pressed the die in case, filling the empty cup with fruit liquor again.

"Were you alone in the city and you were okay?

"I'm here because it's okay, Titi"

When Titianna finished arranging the tea utensils and confectionery dishes, she put her hands on her hips and looked at the die with a twitchy eye.

"Die, I, am I worried?

"I know.... Seriously, it's more dangerous to have an escort. The people in the castle have a different atmosphere, so it's extra inspiring to people. This child is enough."

Die gently rubbed the mouth of the bird lingering on his shoulder. An Alvina devil who imitates birds to be exact. It was something she lent me instead of escorting me. When danger looms, they exercise the technique of sleeping all around them.

This bird is only insured. Miguel and Gieg escorted me from the back town entrance to the flower district. I used a carriage from the street to the Mizweeri house. Nothing dangerous.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......!

Titianna, staring at the wuss with a frigid eye, hurried back to her heels at the cry she could play behind her back. Hurry up and take the baby out of the tiny swing cage on the wall.

"Yes, yes, good boy, good boy"

"You've grown up"

"Right, too puffy"

"If it's a baby, I think that's how normal it is."

Die narrowed his eyes to a smile and stared at the baby who was abated by Titianna.

Shortly after Mariage took office, Titianna became a sunny couple with her lover, whom she had dated for many years. I gave birth to my first child last year. She's an adorable girl with curly hair.

When Die ran to celebrate as the name of Mariage, the newborn princess had barely even opened her eyes. That makes my neck better and fleshy, crying and calling and claiming my existence firmly to others.

"Want to hold it?

Titianna, who is back, offered Die her daughter, who has regained her mood.

"Is that okay?

"Of course."

From the shoulder of a die with both hands extended, the devil moves to the window. There was no appearance of surprise in the shadow of the bird, and the baby fitted heavily into the arm of the die.

"Cute."

The baby looks up at the die intriguingly as he shakes his thumb. As far as the fun laughing faces go, they don't seem to hate me.

(Master Mariage would have missed you, too)

Die's husband had not been pursued by the government to face Titianna's eldest daughter. I know that Mariage was delighted with the new life born out of the servants of the Mizwieri family. Because she ordered me to make sure the baby grew when she returned home.

"I kind of miss you."

Sitting next to the die, Titianna leaked pompously.

"Master Mariage has become queen... and that was a great pleasure, but you've become a distant man. I worked near that guy, didn't I? Sounds like a long time ago."

"If you calm down a little longer, Mariaj will be here to take a rest."

Mariage has only just passed a year of reign. Even without public opinion, there is a pile of work to be done. I don't have time to relax and rest my bones.

"Titi is the caretaker again then. Don't say such lonely things."

"Yeah.... that's crazy. I can't believe you think like this. You know, I used to, uh, just get all seizures and wiggle us around, and I wish I was gone somewhere."

"Titi"

"I don't know, it's a long way. I'm dying to get close, and I can't hear Master Mariage."

Titianna tangled her fingers in her daughter's little hand laughing in Die's arms.

"Dear Mariage... I wonder what country His Majesty intends to prepare for this child"

Returning to the castle, the die quickly made up his mind. Refill the cosmetics, check the tools for any chips, and head to Mariage. Though I was hypnotized yesterday at noon, my body is lazy because I was awake all night. But his eyes were strange.

(Far away, huh)

These days, it was a word I've heard a lot around Mariage.

Far away. I don't know what you're thinking. Regarding the inspection at the end of the year, I was also sporadically told that it was not a shambles of sanity, such as going out on purpose to dangerous land to wait for the reports of the Hordes and the Commissioners.

The air in the castle is starting to creep, little by little.

"Oh, this is... it's late."

A civilian who admitted to the appearance of a die bows his head in disdain. Die also stopped and returned the meeting.

'Cause it's what you were on vacation for.'

"That's during this busy time… if you only wear makeup, it will be easy to take a rest"

"Right. I wonder if it's easier to take than you. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Die walked out with his spine right.

I know you won't even tell me. All you can do to die is apply makeup and become a lubricant for the relationship between Mariage and the surrounding area. Listen to Mariage, supplement and sometimes convey it in a gentle language.

Officials cried often at the die as the queen's mood inclined. Like the maids of the Missouri family who used to push out the die before their eclampsia husband.

Upon arrival in the office, Rodimus, the prime minister, and several consuls were adjudicating the documents. I just can't see Mariage.

"Oh, Die, you're home."

He raised his face from the paperwork that Rodimus was staring at when he got to the Chancellor's seat.

"Roddy, what about Master Mariage?

"Yeah. I'm taking a break"

Die glanced at the neighborhood, which is the queen's dormant room.

"In that room over there?

"No."

Rodimus shook his head loosely.

"Did you go back to your room?

Speaking of which, I also don't see how Ass should always be with Mariage.

"No, it's outside."

"Outside?"

Standing up, Rodimus pointed his toe at the window. Die walks under him and peeks at the end of that gaze from next door.

The place he was staring at was the hill behind the royal castle.