The Queen’s Cosmetician

The hall, opened for social use in the Palazzo Scanagia, Jr., was very busy with locally entered countries, despite the fact that there were days until the meeting.

"It gives me great pleasure to know that you have been approached in this way."

A woman gracefully thanks her. This way, and while paying her back, Mariage stole a look at her.

It's a lady who wraps up a relaxing atmosphere that seems nice to people. Mid-thirty years. The oldest of the delegates from the participating countries in the conference. Three kingdoms to be cordial with Zemnam is the corner, the queen of the dong fans. On its outer coat is a national seal with a crucified sword and a bell orchid. Next door is a knight man plugged into the realm of old age. He says he is also the queen's husband, who bears the national seal.

"He's the same teacher who gives me so much advice."

Mariage nodded to Eagle Deep to Siaries introducing the Queen of Don Fans.

The person shown a fondness for Siaries laughs lightly, covering his mouth with a spread fan.

"Zemnam's Chancellor Which, as always, is that your mouth is good"

"Until I told you the truth."

Siaries, who mediates with Don Fan, explained to Mariage the current state of the country, often sending praise to the queens as well as the slippery tongue.

The Queen of Don Fans replaced the Devil's Principality early on in its doom. This is the sixteenth year of the reign. I also grasp mariage up to this area. On the other hand, it was the first ear that Heavy Town from its predecessors was still active. Mariage learned of it with the introduction of a knight with a national seal. He said he was one of the knights heavily used by his predecessors.

Send out the dong fans, and the men of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry came to greet them. This is followed by the Church of the Virgin, as well as many others from the organization, who appear visiting the Siaries.

their introduction. Mariage got it in order from the Siaries.

When I took a breath in the lounge set on the wall, it was more than another minute after visiting this hall.

With the approximation of the number of people referred out in his head, Mariage honestly expressed his admiration.

"You really have a wide face."

"Has it helped His Majesty?

"Yeah, very"

Mariaj agreed while receiving the bold cup from the service.

It seems that Delligueria, since before the life of its predecessor Queen Eirene, retained a high degree of independence, albeit with Maisenburg as its Patriarch, and kept diplomacy with the continental countries to a minimum.

Its closeness had been an unfavourable element in this continental conference. Civilians' faces are not good for other countries. Due to limited information, I can't get an accurate picture of the person's position. Talking in such a state is hesitant.

Besides, if you are not in a position such as Queen, Chancellor, or National Seal Holder, the other side is also in a position to wait until the voice from Mariage hangs.

How did you sell specialties such as art and crafts to other countries with so few connections? So much so that I wanted to strangle my predecessors and ask them shaky questions - artisans and businessmen who couldn't help but drill themselves would have done all they could on behalf of the exchangers.

Without being inspired to spread his face, Mariage was haunting his head.

The Siaries solved the problem.

"Is it enough in return?

"Right. And then if you agree with my country within the conference,"

Mariage smiled and returned a response to the Siaries.

During the Continental Conference, we shall fight with Zemnam unless it is contrary to our own interests and policies. And the protection of Mother King Atalaxia. Mariage also requested Siaries in exchange for these two points. It is a mediation between the impetus put forward by Dell 'Ligueiria to combat displacement and the countries and organizations that meet face to face during the Continental Conference.

Plus, one more thing.

"I am deeply grateful, Chancellor Calestia.... until the die touches your relatives, please allow me."

"You don't have to miss an opportunity to see your skin, Your Majesty, to be the make-up artist for the prestigious National Seal.... although it was a strange offer."

Mother Wang, who deposits at the detachment of the Del Ligueiria side, has a die attached as a watchman. Rodimus and the rest of the crew are under-represented, and I wanted Die, who tends to pull problems on foot, to stay in the hall.

Beside Atalaxia, which is just around the corner, the die is dredging up the history of the conference participants, or glancing over reports raised by the civilians. Civilians have lost their faces. That's the valves of the knights they're putting on the escort.

But the native die is not in the nature of being able to face paperwork for a long time.

She was distracted and worried about her sickly faded skin as she looked at Mother Wang. Mariage interviewed the Siaries because the die leaked that she would look healthy if she took care of it.

I was wondering if I could put some makeup on the die.

Mariage said, shaking the contents of the cup.

"I've been neglecting my main business lately."

"Does your makeup artist look like he works well though?

"As for having a national seal, that's true."

Before that, Die was a makeup artist.

I guess I didn't get the will of Mariage's remarks right. Siaries tilt his neck. Mariage shook her head saying it was nothing and put her mouth on the edge of the cup.

"That's it, and..."

Plenty of water and sauce. A few clean cloth towels. Cosmetics, including essential oils, were prepared by Zemnum. It touches Mother Wang's skin. Naturally given safety. Even as a die, you don't have to reduce your hand, and you wish or fulfill it.

Iswill reacts to Die's whining and moves Mother Wang from her bedside to her bench. He was like a shadow of the Siaries. He now serves as an escort to Mother Wang. Of course his arms will stand, but more notably his attentiveness. It was something that could not be countered by a concubine samurai.

He was able to arrange things without being overwhelmed when he gave the instructions. Randy and Yuma, who refrain from walling, are so stunned.

Iswill puts a pillow in the king's mother's back and puts a small neck on the die to show. Seems to be asking the greetings of Mother Wang's face height.

"I think it's just fine. Thank you."

Die answered and sat down on the chair that Iswill pulled. The trolley that supports cosmetics is also within easy reach.

All right, and Die got tempered. Let's start by cleaning our hands.

The fourth day I started keeping Mother King on the Del Ligueiria side. Die was to take care of Mother Wang's skin and apply makeup. Mariage's orders.

I don't know if it's because Die expressed his feelings about Mother Wang's sick and faded skin, or if it's because of one end of the diplomatic rush.

(I'm going to make you up, so it sounds like you're going to wander around)

After coming so far, Die finally realized that he was in the nature of attracting disturbances - even though he didn't want to.

Whatever the reason, it touches skin other than mariage with a rash.

Die looked down at Mother Wang lying in her bench.

Atalaxia, Mother of the King, was a flattering lady. It's just that her lost luster hair, jaundiced running skin, and floating, thin, fading arms of blood vessels were telling her she was a long woman lying on the hospital bed.

First steam the skin of Mother Wang's face with a cloth squeezed in water. I waited a few calls before using the same cloth to wipe my face and neck muscles clean.

Next, I need essential oils. After warming with the palm of the hand, apply carefully to the skin.

It slowly untangles the stiffness of the skin while regulating the force exerted by the belly of the hand and the fingertips.

Iswill beside him looks down at Die's hand with interest. Die chuckled and instructed him to squeeze the cloth he was putting on the water.

Steam your skin again with Iswill's offered cloth. Go on, Rosewater. emulsion. Apply to fine areas. The end of the mouth, where lacerations were seen by the adhesion of the saliva, was particularly well tamed.

Yellow, dull skin restores blood color and brightness.

Die washed his hands. The foundation was finished. Move to makeup.

"Mr. Iswill, give me the tools"

Die asked Iswill. He seemed uncommonly relieved.

Iswill moves out in a hurry.

He took every basin and essential oil from the top of the trolley and set aside a basin with cosmetic tools instead.

Spread the color plate and brush.

Take an emulsion to become a basement and warm it to one skin.

And again, Die touched Mother Wang's skin.

How my fingers slip, the hair tips of the brushes, and the colors lining the boards. Colour development with added shades of sunlight emitting through the window.

Only things necessary for such makeup remain conscious.

Die was all alone in his chest as he kept moving his hands.

(That's a real hiccup)

Taking the time to apply makeup like this.

Touching skin other than mariage itself, it was not long.

Since being held by her, the number of makeups tends to decrease. Especially in the last few months. Since his return from Clan Hive, he has been rotten in networking with merchants and nobles, often turning to the side of education as far as makeup is concerned, and few days have he not even touched his master's skin.

The flower streets said they made dozens of women's appearances every day.

Die exhaled.

(Don't think)

I should have made up my mind.

Make Mariage a true national lord. Do the best you can for that.

I will not bind myself to the way I have in the past.

Yes, I must have decided.

To serve beside the king while the makeup artist bears the national seal, he cannot pierce the way he has always done.

Chancellor, for example.

Knight, for example.

Clerk, even a woman.

Whatever. Those who were taken for granted by the Queen would have been recognized as sufficient to put together a national chapter simply by focusing on their duties.

(I'm not)

The makeup artist is unnecessary. If you only wear makeup on the queen, it will be whispered that the queen is sufficient.

To a neutral face, an outfit contrary to gender. Many lie that the die is a doll that entertains Mariage's eyes.

The presence of a die disparages the queen.

So.

Die closed his eyes hard. Place the container in your hand on top of the basin. Get your breathing ready.

Die pushed his clutter into the corner of his head - now, we should focus on the work in front of him.

Again take up the container of the spiral finisher. Open the lid. The contents are water-colored powder. Skin blemishes from years of hospital beds cannot be removed even if they can be mitigated by encouraging blood flow. If you apply this color of powder, it will soften up a lot.

Upper lid, lower lid. Like tying your eyeballs, your eyelids, your cheekbones, in a triangle. And under the crease. Mouth angle section.

After being thoroughly tamed so as not to leave any blue, apply a thin topping of the colored powder to suit the natural skin tone, and press the clogged sponge on the eyes to tame it.

Cover the white powder gently with a large stroke of brush, then brow. aligned along the skeleton. Red near beeswax and brick for creeping. The cheeks brush extensively a thin reddish resembling a tonsil flower with a brush -...

So, the busy footsteps approach the room.

Die, who was immersed in his work, returned to me all the time. Stop the work hand and look back at the door.

Not so many people know about the existence of this separate house, even on the Del Ligueiria side.

Shortly after throwing anyone any questions, Randy slipped through an open door and a girl jumped indoors.

"I'm here!

Accelina.

The queen of the young Zemnam, who bounced her breath, uplifted her cheeks and poked her hands forward.

"Die! I, haha, took the flowers! Decorate!"

"Oh, excuse me. I can't get my hands off you right now, I can't."

"I'm begging you!

"You're not the one who can command me.... Yuma"

Ask for a vase over Accelina's shoulder. Yuma chuckled at the sign of recognition and left the room. Iswill would have liked to move too, but he's a Die lookout. I can't leave this place cheap.

Accelina swells her cheeks and drops her hips in the chair next to the die.

"You're just like Sire. I don't know what to say."

"Your prime minister and I are not in the same position."

"Herald will hear me."

"Sir Abascal? You will not be on your side if you obey orders immediately."

"Mmm?"

Accelina twists her neck. The Siaries would explain the status quo.

Die glanced at Accelina.

Dark, rich hair. Golden eyes with strong light. The skin tone is that of wheat dripping from the rice ho. Hands and feet wrapped in tailored clothing are childish and plump.

Die asked herself as she worked on finishing her makeup.

(I wonder what it was like when I was six...)

In those days, I had started working with a makeup artist. The judgment of things was at his or Asma's behest.

Though the reason for this was explained about gender, standing behavior, various precautions in group life, and various other decisions, I don't think the die himself understood and followed.

(If so, can't you do it, too?)

Accelina can't even grasp exactly where the die stands. Nor will you understand the tenacity of the Chancellor and his uncle. It must be impossible for this queen, such as to identify which statement to follow.

Die and I didn't interact with Herald. I can't swallow every word of Siaries.

"What is Die doing to my mother?

"Skin care and makeup"

Die replied to Accelina, who looked intrigued to peek at hand. Goddamn it, Accelina backfires.

"Goddamn it, do you even make it something to sleep on?

"Master Atalaxia is awake."

"But not to me."

"You just won't be aware of His Majesty's call. If you were asleep, wouldn't that make you feel better if you cleaned it up?

"Hmm. Right..."

"Yes, I can."

Die paid off the extra powder from the king's mother with a brush. Hand the powder removed to Iswil and take away the garbage.

Atalaxia, who combed her hair and re-knitted it, was there. She lay down in a bench and fell into a gentle dream, that's all she could see.

"... yeah, it's beautiful"

"That's true.... she's beautiful."

Makeup that reduces excess color flavors and focuses on improving skin tone and complexion highlights the natural facial goodness of Atalaxia.

The appearance of Mother Wang had the face of Siaries. It made them feel that their blood ties were very close.

"I feel more laughed at than usual"

"Because Your Majesty brought you flowers, I'm sure"

He lives the flowers brought in by Yuma by Accelina on a round table set up on behalf of the trolley.

Yellow and white. A bunch of flowers in different colors.

"Where do these flowers come from?

"Garden. It bloomed a lot. This yellow is the same color as my eyes. It'll be beautiful."

"... right"

My mother's eyes are the same color.

Die saw Mother King. It was difficult to know the color of the back of her fallen eyelid.

Die said warmly to the queen, who spoke proudly of what she had in common with her mother.

"... Your Majesty loves your mother."

"Yeah."

Accelina nods forcefully.

"My mother loved me. It was a big deal, Saia said. Still, my mother loved me. Besides, Sire, Iswill, Ron and Din don't have a mother. We who have mothers are very, very happy. I must make my mother the one she wants."

Ron and Din would be Accelina's close-up. They must also have lost blood ties during civil unrest in the past.

"Do you have a mother in the die?

"You don't have a birth parent anymore. I am no longer as old as His Majesty."

"Right. Pretty good."

Accelina squeals holding her mother's hand. Sounds really sad.

Die stood next to the queen and told Accelina.

Your Majesty will be a good king.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Fine… be a wonderful queen," I said.

to a monarch accompanying one's heart.

Die can't help but pray that this young queen will not be taken lightly and bewitched.

Accelina nods loudly at Die's words.

"If I were a full queen, my mother would welcome me."

"Right."

With hope, Die agreed. But Accelina's expression was dark.

"My mother is awake, Die said. My mother says she's asleep, even though Saia says she is."

"Master Atalaxia's will is a little different from ours. Well, it's like sleeping."

The symptoms of Atalaxia are very similar to those of Die's biological mother. Living was hard and gave up reality.

When my biological mother died, Die was good, I could only think.

The earth is like a prison that binds demons - more liberated than there, turning under my father, I am so glad.

"Does Your Majesty want your mother to be well?

"Of course!

Accelina looks up all the time. Its face, even desperate, quickly cried and distorted.

"But... I don't know what to do. Besides, why did your mother respond to me? Wake up. Come on."

"This must be because they think this is a hard place."

"... even though I'm here"

Accelina drops her shoulder. Have you pitied her? Yuma has a sinking face at the edge of Die's vision.

One thing I've come up with.

But can it move on its own?

Looking at the cosmetic tools pushed against each trolley at the wall, Die muttered, right.

"Shall I ask Saia? Can we change the way we call?"