The Queen’s Cosmetician

Please help me. Please help me. Put it down. I want, I want, I want.

Rudia doesn't give me a glance at Byrum who keeps groaning between wheezes. On the contrary, the bewilderment around her didn't seem to reach her ears either. Rudia only reflected Mariage in her cloudless eyes.

I remember that look on Rudia's face. Arishuel, who had lost his lover and decided to abandon his parents and sisters, was the face itself when Rudia's fruitful daughter was last relative to Mariage.

Called the most powerful queen candidate, Arishuel constantly held a fierce envy for Mariage. And at the end of the day, losing that very pretty silver hair that Mariaj envied, she pushed all the seats of the queen candidate, the most powerful, and all the cuttings to Mariaj, out of Delligeria.

Arishuel, who lives on another land that separates the Inland Sea, has left a proposition for Mariage. Her mother is asking for an answer to that right now.

- I'm sure, in order to be queen again, you have to put a piece on everything you've halfway through your Queen's race days. That's what Mariage was good at.

"If you can be queen again, it's up to you what you want to do - bring back the die."

Mariage's answer was fixed. Even if you know your surroundings that you've heard of it will frown upon the obvious disappointment.

Rudia appears to have anticipated Mariage's response. She doesn't change her complexion, she just curiously snaps her neck.

"Why are you so adamant with that kid?... No. I know. You told me. That girl is the one who makes you look like a queen. But no matter how exceptional, makeup is makeup. Isn't that something you can leave to the samurai? If it's important to you, isn't finding it enough? Why did you bring up the makeup artist on this occasion - the Queen's race?

Mariage knew that Rudia understood the value of the die and was still asking on top of it. Rudia dares to ask in a humble manner as the spokesperson for all nobles.

Since her reign as queen, Mariage has continued to be pursued by a large number of people.

Cosmetologists deserve to be put aside as a decoration for the queen. But isn't the position of the first proximity unnecessary to her? The national seal should be given to someone with talent or status that cannot be compensated for elsewhere, but is its seat too much for [the craftsman]?

"That's why."

Mariage raised her voice.

"Everyone calls that kid unnecessary. That's why my queen needs her even more."

It was the gaze that never took me off Rudia. But the words were directed through her to all the audience.

"On the basis of what, everyone, I wonder if I need that kid. When I was a candidate for queen, I was wearing makeup for a samurai. Put on some white powder, apply some lipstick, and put some makeup on my face. Everyone should have... remember you ladies."

The samurai's makeup emphasizes the characteristics of the person being put on.

The scabbard rises thick from under the white powder. The big, red mouth becomes flashy.

Makeup appeared only to be beautiful. I couldn't shine without being beautiful at birth.

- That's not true, Die's makeup taught Mariage.

"I had an angrily capable man back then. But no matter how much my head was cut off, I remained a selfish and priceless little girl.... that kid's makeup changed that. That kid's makeup is tricky. You have the power to inspire me to be lazy. I will never forget the day he first put on makeup and looked in the mirror."

I could be beautiful. That was hope for Mariage.

I thought I might be able to change this abominable self.

It was a light that I had cast in the dark days of my own humility.

"What she lacks is clarity."

Mariage told Rudia and the nobility behind it.

"I will not be a queen who weighs all the visible power and value.... The art that this country loves in the first place is something like that, hard to understand, isn't it? Yeah, in times like now when we can't afford it, it's the first subject to be truncated as worthless. But isn't Del Ligueiria a respected country? Then - a powerful makeup artist must be beside the queen as a symbol of how the country is... right?

What is wrong with the Queen of the Land of Arts and Crafts giving the National Seal to the craftsmen who live by skill (purposefully)?

Mariage never knew.

There was nothing like saving Mariage's heart.

"I forgive man's weakness, his laziness, his ignorance. Because my inferior parts have become the soil upon which that child exerts his power."

Just as Mariage was saved by the die, so was the reverse.

"... of course, you shouldn't sit back on your own shortage. But I will make a kingdom that forgives weakness, stupidity, and obscurity."

Mariage was sworn in.

"Even if it's not enough, it's just there, saving something - I'll make a kingdom of art"

This is the answer.

Mariage spilled her exhale. Even the ghost breathed badly. The Book of Silence covered the hall thickly, and no one wandered for a long time.

No, maybe it was a moment, actually.

Rudia meditated and opened her mouth.

"... to Arishuel, perfect or not, I kept saying. I thought a happy path would open up. But it must have truncated the soft part of her... the part where she could love people with everything she could."

Far away.

Mariage thought of her daughter living in an exotic country separated from the sea.

Alishuel Gertrude was, as far as Mariage knew, the perfect queen candidate. It always reminded Mariage of the exquisitely crafted doll.

- The truth is, I'm sure, she didn't want to be perfect.

"So that child abandoned us.... Oh, yeah. Finally, I get it."

Rudia smiles. He smiled like he couldn't help but cry.

"He, ha"

She put it that way.

"I thought it would be easier to rule this country and change it"

- It's about Heath.

Rudia describes the man.

Surprisingly surrounded. Rudia keeps talking about it without showing how she did it willingly.

"The way I took over reason was easy to understand, even if it was forceful. Under profit there is no room for God, and we thought we would be free from the Virgin. But you're not. There was something else this country should aim for. If your kingdom of arts and crafts, even the Virgin enters the circle of scarcity and salvation as mere neighbours.... I see why she chose you. Finally.... that kid was dreaming of a country where he could live while being allowed to be selfish. You're the one who can make it happen. Ah..."

Rudia said, exhaling deeply.

"I'm sure that child passed away proud to have been the first person to say of you as queen. And I implore you. That the fame of your ruling kingdom may reach far into the land of Maboba."

After Byrum and Rudia were taken out of the hall, the mariages were also to move the venue. The Great Hall was beginning to smell of blood strongly and was no longer in a position to continue the Queen's race.

Enter into several pairs of conversation rooms with candied carbonated water and fruit. The hopeful were put through to a room for a temporary sleep. Less than a moment, in fact, was the time for the queen candidates to end and show off each claim. But it was clear that everyone was exhausted and had to pinch the break before the final vote.

"… I must be equal to everyone"

Rodimus, sitting face to face, dropped his shoulder and told Mariage.

"Though it might have been better for you to take that momentum to the vote"

"That won't happen."

Mariage placed her center of gravity on the back of the bench. The costumes dressed from the samurai's attire often put sleeves through the clerk's fold.

"You're right to give everyone time to think."

"... is that right?

"Now if everyone chooses Lilith... then that's when"

You have to be muddy up to live in reality. Just pray and you'll be saved. What a dream story.

But if everyone really thinks that the dream story is good.

(Well, mine, too, is something similar)

It's a world we can't afford. The weak are eliminated but must. Even if the strong reach out to the weak, they can't save everything. There are standards for sorting. That's how easy it is to understand. Being competent. That it looks good. How selfish of you to want to stay weak and survive.

But Mariage wanted to remain weak and forgiven, and it was perfect to be scorned because she was incompetent.

If that self is to be queen, you can't take it for granted to cut it off.

"My lord, it's time"

"Ok......"

A secretary-like man ears at Rodimus. I guess we're ready to vote. Rodimus must be present at the ballot as Prime Minister.

Mariage slowly closes her eyes, deafening in his footsteps as she walks away.

- I thought about the answer to Arishuel.

'What kind of queen do you want to be?

The answer to the die would be to get her back and then think about it.

The Queen's vote is primitive. Place one of the coins given in advance only for the number of queen candidates in one box. Several prime ministers and royal castle clerks are present at the venue, and boxes and money do not tolerate injustice in a form of magic equipment. The last Queen's race took place in the Cathedral, but this time coins were to be thrown in a box seated between the thrones.

He sat deeply in the chair in the waiting room, looking at the currency on the palm of Meliá Carsung.

One has the family crest of the Karsun family, while the other has the Mizweeri family's engraved on it.

Two years ago, the former was an indication of Merliah herself.

My father finally appeared before Meliá shortly after he was given this currency, which now represents Meliá's right to vote, by the temper of the Chancellor.

"Well Back, Merliah"

My father embraced Meliá.

"I wasn't happy to have you back. However, I am responsible for the prosperity of my home... '

My father whispered to Meliá that it was hard to hide the joy of your return. Two years ago, it was a gentle voice, like in the days before Merliah lost the Queen's race.

My father said something else. It was all for Meliá, something like that.

"If Lilith becomes queen, you will be the center again. Merliah."

Center.

The heart of the people.

Lilith said the same thing. I will be the center.

That certainly belonged to Meliá long before the Queen's race began. Melia was the center of one circle. And it was supposed to be the center of a bigger circle.

A lot, everyone should compliment you, Melia.

Lady Carsun, Lady Merliah.

Melia stood up, called by name. Here comes the order of the vote.

In front of the throne, edged by a wild watermark carving and strewn with a bright red cloth of bulbs, there is a box.

No voting rights. It was unnecessary for Meliá. Where one Meliá voted, will the world change dramatically? I don't think so.

But Merliah decided to stand in front of the box.

Push your lips against the fist holding the coin.

"Father."

Melia whispered to her father, who would be leaning against her sister in the separate room.

"I didn't know what Lilith was saying, I didn't know what Mariage was saying... I didn't know what your father was saying."

Everyone else's candidate for Queen changed their face and said difficult things. Melia tried to listen to them, but had no idea what they were showing.

"So I think what your father said must be right."

My father's words were always justice to Meliá. Because Merliah was always praised by everyone if she did as my father instructed.

Just.

"But for one thing, Father, there is something wrong."

Melia knocked her fist off her mouth and over the box.

"Me, I don't know what it means to be central. … I don't think I want to be at the center."

At the center of one circle, a servant, a mother, a father, gave me many praises.

I was feeling love there.

Melia loved her parents.

I especially liked my father.

"… so this time I will try to disobey your father"

A coin from the open hand plays in the box and makes a metal noise.

The sound of that sound was as cold as my father's last embrace.

"Well, come on, then."

"Oh, be careful."

Miguel waved to Geeg to leave his skin workshop behind. Early morning sunshine.

Until his eyes get used to the sunshine, he spends time shadowing with his hands and walks out on a fine path strewn by the finesse of a spider's nest in the back city.

The season filled with flowers was also a platter, and the streets were flooded with the movement of people, without even having to be eye-catching. Their expressions were bright and there was room for footsteps. In addition to the long and sudden increase of nomads, the entire city was slaughtered because of the nobles who had rubbed it on the throne, so much so that it could not walk properly without escort. So much so that Geeg's workshop was also closed for a while.

A decree was issued that the queen had been ordained about a month earlier. The security of the country also returned first, and Geeg decided to reopen the workshop, and Miguel decided to open the shop as well.

I changed my life to a morning shape to match my lover and counted some years. I used to just open my own store whenever I wanted to at night. I'm leaving there now before the start of Geeg's workshop. The usual route is to stop by the Chamber of Commerce to collect mail and head to your own store. Today, it is a path to follow for a long time.

There is a postal office managed by the Chamber of Commerce and Industry in close proximity to the store. Craftsmen's unions boast power in Del Ligueiria and have fewer opportunities to rely on business associations than in other countries. But the mail is different. One of the three proud interests of the Chamber of Commerce. It is a function that pushed the organization to a "borderless country".

Transfer letters and luggage deposited with the nearest Chamber of Commerce and Industry to another designated branch. If the location is as clear as Geeg's workshop, it can also be delivered by association members depending on the cost.

The fact that the Chamber of Commerce and Industry was groundbreaking is that the postal function extends precisely throughout the world. It made transport cheaper, even possible to cross the continent, and that was what made it accessible to the civilian population.

Miguel is a man from outside Del Ligueiria. There's the store, there's distant acquaintances, and the letters arrive there.

The inside of the office was mixed. I guess it's because I can walk away with ease now.

"A lot today."

"It's been a while, so hey, I don't have a choice."

Receive a bag with mail at the reception. It was quite heavy. Although I borrowed my back sac from an attentive association member, when I reached my store, I got sweaty.

"Uh, it's going to take a while, this..."

Open up to a pile of mail spread over your desk.

The water bottle is empty, and I'm going to end up cleaning up the store today only.

Miguel sighed, glancing at the sender of the letter, and, uh, took one of them.

At first I thought it was a hoax.

Rub the seal to make sure there are no foreign objects in it, and seal it with a twinkle of eyebrows. Inside, there are only two cheap notes for sale at the Chamber of Commerce. The letters are keyed.

I was thirsty when I glanced at the text.

"... it will be long after you. This one finally settled down. Aliga's finishing her college exams, and now she's twitching."

"... what, this"

I groan unintentionally while holding my chest down.

'... so I'm going to hang out with her back home before it's hard to take a long holiday. I would like to ask you to arrange a pick-up…'

"Who wrote that?

An envelope fell from Miguel's trembling hands.

There was the name of Rowen, a long-dead friend, who was inscribed as the sender.