The Queen’s Cosmetician

Sucking the darkness of the night, the waters of the North Sea, swaying in pitch black, begin to conceive pale light from the east.

Dawn signals if that stains deep herd blue. The inky sky also increases brightness once and for all.

With the knight and the woman escorted, Die narrowed his eyes as he went down the crossing.

The dawn of Perfilia is beautiful.

It is similar to my brethren, who reign over this land.

- Good morning, Your Majesty.

Upon entering the room, Die spoke to Serenesty. He was in the middle of laying on his bench and looking through the paperwork. With the exception of cosmetics and ornaments, his demeanor is almost over.

Serenesty is always dressed when early officers come and go down the hallway. Don't let people slip in suddenly for any reason, but don't let them missee your gender. It's a habit I remember for Die too.

Die chose the bureaucratic clothing with a blue tone and a jammed collar down to his throat. The shape is slightly old-fashioned and features fluffy, swollen sleeves from the shoulders. Lily flower designs are embroidered with squeezed cuffs and water-colored yarn around the collar. Usually, the pattern of the wild bulbs is stabbed as a pattern, but the pattern of the flowers is unusual and I stepped on it to say that it would suit Serenesty. To be honest, Die nodded, seeing as the cloth and embroidery colors matched the queen's clean atmosphere often accentuated the color of her gold honey hair.

"You look great"

"Is that ironic?

"No, I compliment you. From the heart."

The costume chosen corrects the lines of the body. The throat is covered and the spread sleeves make the wrist look thin. The softness of the fabric also underscores the luxury that Serenesty has always had.

Nevertheless, how can one costume be like this, something that a woman can give you.

Apparently it accurately creased Die's admiration. Serenesty blatantly skewed his face and threw the paperwork on the table.

"Just costumes. People notice discomfort"

"You're struggling"

"Don't be stingy. What the hell are you doing?"

"You're a makeup artist temporarily hired by your brother.... it's your job to eliminate that discomfort."

To manipulate his impression through makeup in order not to let Serenesty suffer any more from the disease of "demonic madness". In addition, morning support, a change of costume for each event, and his physical check-up before bedtime were the newly undertaken tasks of the die.

The hassle of faking gender is stained with bones. Serenesty must be struggling more overwhelmingly than the die who planted it before he could tell the difference, who has to start playing a woman after he has grown long and, moreover, keep himself exposed to the masses in the sun. If you have a handy magic trick called "painting," you can't rely on it. Anyway, he's up against a mighty enemy called politics, so he would have wanted to cut some unnecessary labor.

"Brother, I'm upstairs and I don't have a hobby."

He grinned bitterly at Serenesty, who poked his cheek wand in a obstinate manner, and Die placed his cosmetic bag on a shelf in place.

Remove the thin cloth you were wearing from your head and spread the cosmetic tools over the trolley. On the base of lotion, emulsion and makeup, practicing powder, colour powder and white powder.

Apply them in sequence.

Serenesty's skin is fine and smooth. The skin tone is bright, so any color rides clean.

Bad for him, but to be honest, it's a lot of fun.

The die opened the colour plate that had been folded.

I've decided to apply makeup to Serenesty today.

Start with the eye area. Apply almost white colored blue to the entire upper lid with a soft flat brush on the bristle feet. Once the boundaries with the skin have been tamed well, choose gray next. It's a dark color that you might call blunt. Apply it with darkness from the eyelid, and add a thin color to the eyelid as well. The edges were carefully blurred at the tip of the crushed noodle stick. Whether that looks like a natural shadow of an eye, Die took a step back from Serenesty to confirm - no problem.

"It's a rather plain color."

A glance at the color plate points out Serenesty.

"Wasn't it a little more glamorous until yesterday? Are you sure? In these colors."

"Yep. I was trying to clarify the shadow."

"Shadow?"

"If you wear a thin cloth, it won't come out in color, will it? So on the contrary, I thought I should highlight the skeleton in the shadows."

The ladies with dies were given some makeup after practicing, but no matter how glossy they color their eyelids and lips, they are immediately covered with thin cloth and hidden away. The same goes for Serenesty.

That's why I value darker and lighter than color combinations. When it is clear, so that the shadows can be seen as colors.

Serenesty frowns.

"Can't you be clear about the skeleton? You look like an extra man, don't you?

"Because of my makeup, I look like a man. Makes you think so."

While explaining, the die moved on to the next step.

It is an eyebrow when the eye area is finished. The hair currents were formed in small shavings, and the shavings were added to cut off the stretched hair, and the shavings were lightened over the hair with golden tea colored powder so that it appeared more beautiful.

"I'm also in the flower district. There's a geisha dressed as a man and selling his tone to behave like one of the men. That's what I'm gonna do to her. Makeup that looks like a man on purpose"

"... you mean there's a guy who likes manly girls?

"Not with a weak person, but with a sexuality who feels comfortable subjugating someone with a core? Someone who wants to hide being male, well, that's what I'm going to buy."

"... people have a lot of hobbies..."

"Right. We make-up artists make geisha look like men for customers who like them."

Something to emphasize at that time is the skeleton. Clearly apply a dark light of color and draw a straight line of brows and lip contours.

"That's what I think fits.... when you look over a thin cloth, it's beautiful, even if you reveal your face, because of your makeup, it seems like this"

Die drew a line on the back of his left hand with the lipstick of his choice of three colors. Put that hand in the sun and see how red develops - a bluish red would be nice.

"Excuse me.... I'll put on lipstick."

Die shrugged Serenesty's jaw with his left hand, taking the determined red for the brush.

The face, really, is very similar to Ditrout.

Serenesty pointing his mouth.

"... what?

"No. That mouth, could you stop? Because I can't paint red."

Serenesty pulls her lips together in a grumpy manner.

The color red, close to red purple, appeared well on his thin lips.

I don't wear red cheeks. White powder was also modest.

"... it's not as flashy as I thought."

"Did you like it?

"I don't know how good or bad my makeup is. If they don't think you're a real man, that's fine."

It feels like him. Die cleaned up his makeup tools.

Open the jewelry box that was placed on the small table. In a box with velvet interior, the jewellery shines in the sun.

Beautiful colors like the one that moved the sky, ear decorations with a series of small grains of gems. Ethereal jewels with delicate chains of platinum intertwined around the neck. Teardrop-shaped jeweled silvercrafted hair fasteners are used to secure thin cloths.

Besides, the box is packed with jewelry neatly. It was ordered by the Buddha.

Pick the right one for your makeup from them and put it on Serenesty.

Die put a thin cloth on Serenesty. Secure it with a hair clasp and let him take his hand and stand up.

Serenesty and I stand in front of each other. He had quite a tall one. I know very well when I stand side by side. But compared to his brother, it was too luxurious.

I felt like I could understand how it felt to be a ditrout to not be able to leave him alone with the distortion of not being a youth.

The sound of a light knocking door echoes indoors. A familiar voice slipped into Die's ear as he looked back.

It's me.

"Come in."

With Serenesty's permission, Ditrout enters the room. Helmut was with me.

"Oh, it's a good day. The atmosphere is different... Empress, isn't it?

At a glance at Serenesty, Helmut takes a bright, dimensional look. This literary and facetious elderly general seemed like a sprinkler and had one word for the ornaments.

"Hmm. This necklace looks like it even though it's a charm stone. It suits you well. but this, hair fastening would be better suppressed a little bit. Look, there must have been something that went with the design of the embroidery around the neck. Uh," Cheerful Maiden's Sword. "

"Is that the name of that hair decoration? Dear Sagan."

"And yes, my lady. The one with the yellow jewels. It's just blue. Let's go with the color."

"Nice. Ask the woman to look for it."

Ditrout passes next to Die and Helmut. He sat Serenesty in his bench, rude, and, put aside, pulled up his thin cloth.

Confirming Serenesty's face, DiTrout exhales with relief.

"Your complexion is back.... I didn't put red on it, but it looks bloody good"

"Red?"

"Cheeky."

Ditrout answered Serenesty and turned to Die.

"Is this the end of the schedule?

"Yep. Doesn't that seem like a problem for you?

Whether you are exposed to people's eyes and seen as a queen.

To Die's inquiry, right, Ditrout nodded.

"You look like a beautiful lady. A little bit of an impression."

He grinned with a glance at Serenesty.

"Today, as with the representatives of Tartarza, all I think about is self-government. The atmosphere will be just fine."

"I'm going to teach them gently, brother."

"Then there's a discrepancy, even better?

Helmut and Ditrout, his heartbeat pressed by the two of them, relieved Serenesty's tension and soothed his cohesive air.

Die relieved. This brings the morning work to an end.

Die put the thin cloth back on from his head and praised him toward the same.

"Then I will excuse you here once and for all.... Would you mind in the office of the main tower in a minute and a half?

From now on, Serenesti and the others move for morning discussions. Die can't accompany him that far. Once you're back in your assigned private room, take a break.

The die is still far from full speed, too. It's not a long time to walk around, it's repetitive to take a nap when you walk.

"Yep. So no problem."

DiTrout returned the affirmation.

"But there are some rescheduling. Let's go. I'll explain it on foot."

"... will you drive me to my room, my lord"

"On the way."

DiTrout drowned his head at Serenesty and flipped himself gently.

Serenesty looks uninteresting. Helmut, by contrast, seems to have fun.

"Cynthia."

Called to Ditrout, Die rushed after him.

Leaving Serenesti's private room, there stood the mark, which had become completely die, and Zeno, the guard of Ditrout.

"Morning, Cynthia."

"Good morning, Mr. Zeno"

Die only exchanged greetings and walked out side-by-side with Ditrout.

After sounding a few steps' worth of shoes, I ask Die to Ditrout.

"What do you mean reschedule?

"How are you feeling today?

"It's not the answer to your question.... As you can see, it's not bad though"

I can't get up from my bedroom in the first place on days when I don't feel great. Especially in cold mornings, etc., are painful guts atrophied or constantly attacked by nausea and glare. On such a day, even if I managed to get to Serenesty and finish makeup, I couldn't back down to my room unless I took a break.

"Did you sleep well last night?

"If you're going to ask, you're going to come back and see for yourself."

DiTrout didn't come back to his private room last night.

"Don't pack your affairs until nightfall because you've demodulated."

"That's it, Cynthia. Say it to him."

"Zeno."

Ditrout looks back and stares sharply at the Kingsguard man. Zeno raises his hands and creates a slightly frivolous air with Mark next to him without breaking his serious expression.

Ditrout dropped his shoulder and turned back forward.

"I'll get to the point.... the answer to an earlier question, I want you to serve even from noon. Specifically, from right after the luncheon, about a minute and a half."

"Weren't you supposed to be making a ruling in the office that time of day?

Die's job is basically makeup. Die himself was supposed to take an afternoon nap after doing Serenesty's makeup fix after the luncheon. DiTrout says kill that time.

I don't mind being attached to Serenesty in itself.

But.

"What the hell did I do in the meantime?

"I only ask you to serve beside His Majesty."

"Like a samurai?

"Yep. Get to your seat, see your majesty's complexion, take a break, and differentiate between food and drink. I'll put Rusty on my assistant. It's just not acceptable for you to lay down yourself.... Can you?

"By asking for me, you mean you don't have any other options, do you?

Didn't you say from the beginning that the rescheduling was definitive?

I will, and when Die undertook with a bitter smile, Ditrout breathed a blatant relief.

"Thank you"

"No.... Are you Mr. Xu?

"... yeah"

Ditrout, who returned modest affirmations, continued to grumble, unable to move.

Previously, DiTrout told Die this.

"The Shadow of the Queen" is the rule that you can't leave Serenesty.

It is none other than to exercise witchcraft in order to falsify the Queen's gender. When Helmut was absent, Helmut either accompanied the escort or Ditrout was beside him, helping Serenesty, who was forced into disabling him by falsifying his gender.

There were only a few other followers who kept Serenesty's secret, but not all of them were able to walk in public places. Like Rusty, he was just a person holding things that were inconvenient to his body, such as his mouth being unfavourable.

I stood alone with Serenesty standing in public.

The Shadow of the Queen is also one of those who is gasping for physical malaise.

I didn't suffer from "demonic madness," but I'm close.

Anyway, for a long time, I've been magically falsifying the two genders - you know, The Shadow of the Queen.

Ditrout showed the die the palm of his hand. It has a charm stone on it. Scattered during the Continental Conference, it's a "silence" charm stone.

Ditrout lit it. I guess I cared about the Zeno's behind it.

"Now that you're here, you can rest.... for what I've been unable to do, I guess there's been a swing. I went earlier to see how things were going, because I didn't seem to be able to move out of my bedroom."

"Did you give it to Master Serenesti?

"Old Sagan is reporting.... Your Majesty will be convinced, too." 'Cause you're not really that strong. "

Die lowered his eyes gently.

Die only checked his body once. I walked into that bedroom and saw it the day I had to accompany Serenesty on behalf of the febrile one.

Serenesty's Kingsguard was also accompanied by a moderately tight muscle covering his limbs. Still, my shoulders were luxurious - obviously, they didn't belong to a man.

"If you line up next to it as it is, you may know the difference in physique, so keep [painting it] on yourself... it seems that the burden is overwhelmingly less than others, but it's not that you don't have the burden, magic."

"Applying" by someone else's magic is like wearing clothes that don't fit the weight and length of your body. "

That's what Alvina once said.

'Bye, Alvey. What about your magic paint?

"It's like I've been praising you for so long."

Whenever I go out socializing in a woman's appearance, Die is something I admire about Mariage. Dinner clothing layered with many pieces of silk fabric is heavy no matter how much it was provided along the body of the die. Movement is also limited. I was able to gradually but still feel refreshed after I took it off.

"Good to have you"

Ditrout said.

"It was time to limit ourselves. Much better than being able to fall down when there's no replacement."

While Die sat beside Serenesty, he also untied the "topcoat" and began to rest. I must have been tired so far. Every now and then, I get a fever.

As Dietraut said, "I can't help but paint."

- There's no swelling in her chest.

There were ugly marks of breasts being ripped off. There was also a laceration in the abdomen.

Everyone and he.

"You're full of creativity..."

Perfilia lives, dragging her wounds.

From the day the previous queen walked away with her daughter.

He keeps running as soon as he heals the rotten wounds he sustained the day he fell into the crucible of killing.

As I walked through the meeting that accompanied the rescheduling, I reached the hypnotic room.

Midway, and, saying, in the end, DiTrout followed me this far.

Die stepped into the room and looked back at Ditrout with a crease. Put your hands on your hips and advise.

"You should go home soon. If you return late, Serenesty, I will persevere."

"Your Majesty is not obstinate. I guess it's just not funny. circumstances that I have to rely on you and about me who devised it."

It would be something similar.

My brother's heart, my brother.

Weird place this man is blunt.

"So, uh... didn't we see each other again today?

"Right."

The plans for the dittrout have not been informed in detail. Because there's so much to suggest about the situation outside the castle.

"Well, good luck with that. Oh, the more I can't."

"I'll return that word to you as it is."

Ditrout punctuates words and packs only one step away from the die.

gibberish, and the hinge of the door sounded, and a shadow was cast upon the lid over the head of the die.

Fingertips wrapped in gloves scratch up the thin cloth in front of you.

Dry lips overlapped his own it only for a moment, and Die looked up at the man in a fright.

Without any evil, Ditrout shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm leaving tonight"

Pull the sleeve of a man who tries to leave with that said.

Kissing the cheek of the man who tilted his body, Die told him how surprised he looked.

"I took your word for it."

So he thrust his back toward the escorts.

Die closed the door.

Place the thin cloth removed while walking on the small table passing through.

Heading to the back bedroom was also cumbersome and fell into the reception bench.

"Why put it aside, such as a makeup artist"

"Give me something to replace the woman."

"Your Majesty also takes lightly the significance of bearing the National Chapter."

"You don't have to be here."

- I'm glad you're here.

The warm voice is stained.

Die leaned back and covered his eyes with one hand.

From teasing, the cathedral sounded dry, undoing the whimpering that had killed him.