The Queen’s Cosmetician

Mariage was silent all the time while the women dressed in costumes.

Things are different when you're just tired.

Die stopped her makeup hand and asked Mariage.

"Your Majesty, is there anything you care about?

I also heard the contents of this meeting from Die.

As regards the norm against displacement, it was eventually approved by the countries. Civilians who don't attend dinner parties are just scattered beneath it in preparation.

I didn't sign any unfavourable agreements. There should be no worries though.

Die calls on his master to remain silent.

"Dear Mariage,"

You mean that man.

Mariage shook her neck to the side when Die asked only by the heel of her lips.

"I'm not. During the meeting… I had a lot to think about."

"Do you think so?"

At last relieved by the master who opened his mouth, Die resumed his makeup.

"What was the meeting like? It's a bustle, isn't it?

"Not really. It was surprisingly calm and cooperative. In the first half."

"What about the second half?

"It made a scene..."

My lord sighs and talks about the meeting.

As nations raised the issue and sought a solution, they said Perfilia brought up the principle of secularism and struck up the argument that orthodoxy, which is a condition for succession to the throne and the founding of the country, is the root of all evils.

"Orthodox?

"The blood of the Virgin... seems to think that only a woman who inherits the blood of the Maisenburg family should take the throne."

"Was that what Sir Abascal claimed? He said it's not nice to be far from Maisemble's blood muscles."

"Instead of saying hello, I hear there's momentum for divine punishment."

"What is it, it"

That's the first time Die has heard such a story.

"Well, the queen is a Maisenburg princess within what rank, the same as the conditions of the queen's election, right? When Sir Abascal was on the loose, wasn't that a political ploy to gather strength in Maisemble? Something about assimilation policy."

"I remember hearing that too.... Who was it from?

Die silenced as he teased the tip of his cosmetic brush.

It should have been before we headed on a tribute visit to Perfilia.

(Reminded me)

"You're Dadan. When you were explaining to me about Queen Serenesty..."

The memory became clearer and the die became tannic.

Dadan returned by letting Arishuel flee to the eastern continent.

He told Die where the man is.

Mariage snorted at Die.

"It was when I decided to pay a tribute visit."

"As I always said, please talk to me when you come up with something."

I'm in a lot of trouble. You want to be able to change your clothes yourself?

"That's when I helped him."

"I know. Dadan, Assé almost killed me."

"Damn, he's going to hang out with Doppelgum and come to our country, or he's going to..."

Mariage's expression frightens me again.

Die glanced at her face unexpectedly.

Something's wrong. After all, something happened.

"Dear Mariage, are you sure, are you okay?

"... die"

Mariage's eyes shaking anxiously looking back at the die.

My lord's fingertips in Die's hands were terribly cold.

"... Doppelgum... I wonder why Fortuna came to our country"

"We were talking about asking for the assistance of nation-building, right?

Doesn't seem like there's anything unnatural about it to Die.

But something seems to catch on to Mariage.

"... would you like to call Dadan? Though I think he's still around pale red."

"Just... let me think"

Get your hands off the die and Mariage will correct her posture.

Die also decided to go back to work.

The Queen's disguise rests on the prestige of the state. Makeup.

We have to concentrate.

Soon after finishing his makeup, Die stood up. Change venues with a woman as a haircut officer.

"Sire, I'll see you later"

"Die."

Mariage stops Die from greeting him.

She said to the neck-crushing die.

"Later... I need to find out"

"What do you want to find out?

"That's right. Stay with me."

The commanding master has eyes on what needs to be done.

Looks like she got back on track a little bit.

Welcome, and, for a moment, Die resigned.

I care about the conversation with your husband, but I'll put him aside for a moment.

If I don't get to work on my degree myself.

Die returned to his assigned room. The women were holding their eyes up in agony.

Yuma screams at the center of it.

"Die, hurry up!

The women gathered here rip off their costumes. Today's night club is asked for format, and women's clothing is convenient for personnel who can act as opponents, so the number of women officers with dies is constantly increasing and temperamental.

Honestly, I'm frightened.

"Die, I'll wash your feet! Yes, sit down! Get your legs out!

"Minty! Brush your chest one more time! Bring me the No. 7 scented oil!

"Hair up. I'll put it on your neck and chest."

"Feet, nothing disgusting? All right."

"I'll pluck it around my neck. Will you turn right?

"Tinka, I'm going underwear!

"Yes, left. Relax. Powder, stick...... yes, over"

"Die, raise your arms and put them on."

"Die, stand up. The hem's caught."

"I'll tighten my back. Breathe in, puke... Mm-hmm! Done!"

"Die, over here, put your foot in. Pull up the costume. Right through your arms, next, left. Yes, it's okay."

"Raise your left arm, lower it. Turn to Lino."

"I'll put on a necklace."

"Got it!? Yeah. Bye, Die. Three steps, go around. Come back here....... sorry! Adjust your underwear! I'll touch your back! Yes, then walk again!

I'm exhausted just to put on my costume. Respect Mariage. It is still better suited to the sex of the die on the caring side.

Finish dressing and get to the seat in front of the mirror table.

One of the women officers shrugged up Die's hair. She says as she passes through.

"It's been a long time since I did this."

Originally, I was just missing the time to cut it all short. That has become a full-scale stretch in relation to women's clothing, and the brunette is now so much more likely to reach the shoulder blades.

My hair falls saggily on my shoulder, usually just tied together.

'Cause I'll tie it up gorgeously'

"Yeah, please"

Turning a smile over the mirror to the woman, Die took up a bottle of lotion.

While the hair is tied, apply makeup on the die itself. Lino took the place of the die and kept the tools in line. She refrains from standing beside her as an assistant, offering a hot, hand-tuffed one, at the request of the die.

Unlike dressing, there is no confusion in makeup.

Because I try new cosmetics on my skin first. Sometimes I use my face as a basis for practice.

I'm used to it, but it's strange comfort. It is not just about trying color flavors, etc., but about applying makeup to yourself that is tailored to the situation.

Apply the basement on top of the skin and apply a small amount of thin red before the powder is practiced. My skin lacks a sense of bloodstain, which is a great help in men's clothing, but if I were to make a woman's face, the story would change.

If this is your own territory, you may adjust it by cheek-red. However, many people frown on dark looking makeup other than their mouths if they become noble classes in other countries. The three countries of the southern West Bank tend to be, among other things.

Skin aims for the texture of snowflake plaster and brightens and brushes gold on the eye area.

The definite colour of the development is to be tickled.

Choose from a few colors.

Paint red with your fingers as you wish.

The fingers fix the color in a crease more than the brush.

It's glossy red.

Die grinned thinly at his unfamiliar daughter in the mirror.

(nervous)

And I think.

This dinner party is a trail of royal aristocracy. It's weirder not to be nervous, but from the die that was making the face of a geisha in the back town, it seems the same to me no matter who gets together.

I pretended to be a woman beautifully and was also used to standing around.

Then why?

The girl's slender arms stretched from behind then tangled around the neck of the die.

A warm whisper stroked Die's ear.

"Beautiful, I wonder if you could go..."

It's a hiccup - to see me.

Die turned his back in momentum. The woman with the handkerchief peeled her eyes and leaned back.

"Duh, what's up? Die."

"Yes...... eh. Nothing."

I'm sorry, and, apologizing, Die turned back to the front.

It was too late, and the hair tie was over. Take a seat and step forward in front of your appearance. He wore gloves, decorated with jewels tied to his ears and wrists, and on his left shoulder a coat with a national seal sewn off.

The shade is the same as the jacket. Whoever wears this has a national seal.

Die costumes are transverse to the chest, vertical strands from left chest to foot, but cast a fine shadow. The fabric is light and thin finest velvet. It has a silky glow, but is heavier than that, adding to the luxury of the body.

The chest on the left is the same black variance as the national seal flag and turns deep red as it heads to the hem. The woman present at the temporary sewing of this costume expressed her thoughts that it seemed like dawn.

As the die walked, the colour glanced from the cut in hidden in one. Gold, dark green, pale purple, and secret colors are colors from other countries. That adds colour to the costume, which is set in dark tones.

Die, who left the support room, spoke to Mariage.

"Thank you for waiting"

Die can't start prepping without finishing her mariage makeup. So there's no choice, but I still feel sorry to keep my master waiting.

Mariaj, the person in question doesn't look concerned either. She gave a look at the die and commanded the assassins standing next to her.

"You guys, keep an eye out."

"Yes......"

Die's opponent is Ass. The escorts are Uber and Randy.

There is no hegemony in the three replies. In particular, the assay stands on a bar.

Mariage glanced at me.

"... are you okay?

"You must be tired at the meeting. Please don't push me, Mariage."

I didn't ask you.

Die was stared sharply at by her, even though she had only labored her master. Why.

The mariage costume was opposite to that of the die. Moving from red to pearlescent. The upper body follows the fleshy curves of the mariage and is firmly inflated from the waist. The surprisingly embroidered yarn was dyed, by the way, in the colors of other countries, adding a touch of intimacy to the authoritative and heavy costumes.

The black brown hair is neatly braided and sprinkled with red and white tiny long flowers. A flower ornament that preserves its permanent beauty with magic. A grain of crystal imitating droplets is sewn into each end of the petal. It glitters with light along with the little crown at the top of the head, which is the testament of the queen.

Makeup stings red at the eye area and creases, and the skin is smooth and accentuates the skeleton.

Die nodded contentedly at the beautiful appearance of his lord. I also have no complaints about the harmony with the Chancellor who acts as her counterpart.

The rest of us drop them off and the mariages start walking.

Die also offered his hand to Asse.

"Well, thank you, Ass"

"Ah, ah...... Oh, it suits you well."

"Yes? Oh, thank you"

Assé does not vomit lies. If it suits you, I guess it does.

I'm glad it wasn't weird, and when I laughed, for some reason the two escorts sighed.

The venue for the dinner party is the Scarlet Hall. Unlike when the die visits in the morning, there are fewer chairs and desks for cheering. The meeting halls, small rooms and doors leading to the middle and second floors were open. The main meal is being prepared on the second floor. They have bills, boards and other plays in the small room, as well as a bench. There are people in and out.

The conference hall itself is locked, but the aisle to that point overlooks the courtyard. There is time before lunch, so some people go for a walk.

The jewelry lighting is throwing a dazzling rainbow light over people's heads.

Some countries, like the Dies, have joined the venue, while others appear to face from those who have been able to support them. People and humans from all over the country are interfering and bickering. They interrupted the conversation and looked up at the signs of new entrants.

A secret whisper spreads like a ripple.

(What the...)

Feeling everyone's gaze, Die is a mess.

However, silence doesn't last long.

"Mariaj, sooooooooooo!!

My daughter came running alone with a tall voice.

It's Rayna. Still remarkable.

"Marriage! Dear Mariage! Congratulations and good luck!

And Mayor Lugrois.

Mariage comforts her modestly as she pulls to the glittering dressed Raina.

"Aren't you tired of entertaining?

"Rayna would like you all to chat. Hey, sorry to interrupt. Have fun tonight and pay for the conference fatigue...... oh dear mariage, what about the die?

Where, where, and Rayna looking around. Die smiled bitterly. I'm standing directly next to Mariage.

"Uh, Lady Raina"

When Die spoke, Ha, and, Rayna and I met each other.

Rayna snaps her neck in surprise, well, and takes Die's hand.

"Die sisters!? I didn't know you! Dear Mariage, I need you to introduce me to Raina sooner if you bring someone like this!

"Huh? Um, no"

"It's Raina Lugrova! Please know... Oh, no, they called me. Please say hello to Die!

She held Die's hand hard with her moist eyes before Rayna turned her heel back. It gets lost in the circle of a few men.

The die flashed all the time.

"Maybe, they didn't notice?

"Rodimus. Want to make a bet now?

Mariage invites Rodimus with a tired face.

"How many of us are going to see each other and realize we're going to die at a glance?"

"Not really, I'm not sure.... What do you think of Assé?

"... only one person should have applied for a national seal."

As long as you look at the national chapter on the left shoulder of the die, its identity should be obvious. Just because there were only a few things in the country that could tell who the die dressed as a woman was.

"You know exactly what I mean."

Die gave his opinion with a dry laugh.

By the way.

"How dare you! I can't believe I forgot someone as beautiful as you!

When I broke up with the principals and went to greet the officials of another country, I continued to ask who you were.

I glanced at the national chapter on my shoulder, and, well, there was someone else, and they all twisted their necks.

The man lining up the beauty lines was a Don fan official. Die took the man's hand softly and smiled. Soft and powerful at your fingertips.

"I can't believe you forgot. It's pretty good. Please… remember until we meet again."

"Ha..."

Get your hands off the man before they shake you back, pull the arm of the assay and step back on the spot. Encourage him to go next. There's nothing for an officer who can't remember one face.

Die was outraged.

"You really don't know!? You're a high-ranking official who supports the country by turning!? Isn't it fatal that you can't remember one face!?

"Don't you have a choice...?

What do you say, Randy forgives the die?

"Because it looks, not at all. I haven't told you this before, but I'm not sure I'd know a die if I saw one myself."

"Yep..."

I didn't dye my hair. I don't even "paint" the color of my eyes.

I guess I just dressed her up and dressed her up.

To the weakening die, the assay beside him said yes, and groaned.

"Die, don't hold a man's hand cheaply"

"Huh? Why is that? Yeah, and the next thing I know, my mouth gets lighter from guilt."

"To whom"

Stuck by three men, Die lets his gaze swim.

"Oh, to my sister?

To the geishas in the Asma Hall, to be exact.

Uber raised his voice of surprise.

"Did you have a sister?"

"Oh, but maybe I can tell. You're good with older women."

I hit my hand that Randy was good at it.

"I somehow understand your sister's intentions in teaching... let's not"

"Danger?"

"Well...... right"

"It's okay."

Tell Uber who leads you through the die.

"There are three knights on the escort, and if there's anything dangerous, I'm in trouble."

"... you're right"

"Isn't it?

Die turned his grin to Assé, who nodded forcefully.

Of course I'm on guard. On the other hand, I don't think anyone would do harm badly. Let's say the man ahead hurts the die. Occasionally it develops into a problem between countries.

Because of this, the meeting showed some cohesion. No one commits foolishness. All this evening will swallow the remorse of the past and surrender oneself to the response.

If you can't do that for so long, you can't dare try to get close -...

The more you hand out three wall roles to the die, the same goes for the man your master guards against.

Prime Minister Perfilia shows at the edge of Die's vision. Just out of the playroom, he stopped and looked across the hall.

My eyes, they only hang together for a moment.

When he admitted to the die, he became blatantly tannic.

There are only eight of us on this scene with each other's national seals. If you recognize each other, go say hello, but naturally. But men don't even try to point their toes at this one.

"It's okay."

Die repeated holding the national chapter with his right hand.

The knights begged me to leave it to them with a serious face.