The Queen's Cosmetician

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's a hassle!!

Here we go again.

To Mariage's cry, Die was eye-to-eye with Titianna.

"Why do you have to change so many times to choose one costume!

It's already past my second Sabbath since I started working for Mizweeri. In the meantime, there are no days when you don't see a mariage that causes eclampsia. She immediately reveals her anger at trivial things.

This time it seems that the limit of patience has come to a lengthy costume match.

Mariage shouted outrageously in her underwear.

"Pick some more costumes to see! If not, it's quicker to tailor it! That way you won't have to change so much!

"Tailoring, isn't temporary sewing a pain in the ass?

It was also tough when the geishas new their costumes.

Titianna barely pokes at the side of the die pointing that out.

"Silly, you're being too honest!

"Oh, excuse me..."

Mariage, staring at the dye who hastily apologized, has such a face as being on the verge of erupting into anger. Die decided to distance herself from her and thoroughly clean up her undressed and scattered costume.

The queen candidate was really busy.

Tea party, luncheon, amusement park party, theatre party, dinner party. Mariage is invited to various events every day. Sometimes I host. I'm in the middle of choosing a costume for a tea party tomorrow at another house.

Mariaj leaves her underwear, clamping down on her chair. Looking sideways at her side, she pointed at her mouth as she twisted her hair with her fingertips.

"If it's gold or black, you can see any costume. If this is scarlet...... how come it's such a half-color? I hate it, such red tea colored hair"

(I don't think there's that much disgust)

From what I hear, the other queen candidates seem to be praised by their surroundings for their hair colors like gold, silver, and pitch black. Mariage must be holding something jealous of them.

Die glanced at Mariage.

Her hair color staring into the mirror, sure.

"In nobility... it could be inferior..."

"What the hell, Die!?

"What, did you hear that!?

Did even Die himself pick up a hard voice?

Looking back a little, Mariage stands angrily with her hands on her hips. By her side Titianna was putting her hand on her forehead as she saw the day after tomorrow.

Mariage storms in angry shoulders.

"You used to be a fool. You could honestly have told me to soak it up! inferior in nobility!?

"Uh... we're talking about color, right?

"It's the same!

"I can't help but lose the color that brown is gold and silver black with nobility. Due to the nature of the colors"

Some tea creates a sense of luxury. But it depends on the material and how it is used.

Mariage looks at Die's hair with cold eyes.

"If we talk about it, your hair color is more noble than mine."

"If they tell you to dye it brown, I'll dye it..."

I've never dyed it, so I don't know if I can do that to my hair.

Whatever you say will be kicked out anyway. Let's just say what we have to say and leave the room.

Die told Mariage as he searched on hand for a costume that had not finished matching.

"Er, well, listen. Master Mariage doesn't seem to like your hair, but I do. Because the color of Mariage's hair is the color of carefully brewed tea."

"... what? What are you talking about...?

"I'm talking about color. Tea is something they drink on a daily basis when they want peace, right?

The nobles drink a surprisingly high amount of tea. Die has also been kept in spills since coming to Mizweeri, but tea brewed with quality tea leaves is beautiful in color and aromatic. My heart is at ease.

Mariage wrinkles between her eyebrows and agrees.

"... well, yeah"

"You will all learn to be familiar with Mariage-sama's black brown hair by watching her at peace. Black and gold and silver can also be noble, but overwhelm your opponent. Mariage-like colors, on the other hand, evoke warmth. The Queen's race has to be endorsed by a lot of people as long as it can, right? Wouldn't it be better if they seemed admirable than overwhelmed?

Die spread his chosen costume before the mariage. It is a light yellow and green based lunch clothing.

"At night, I think dark colors show a cleaner color of hair, but it's lunch, so bright colors are better, right? Green goes well with reddish colors."

Send your costume to Mariage. Her skin color increased brightness. Hair color also gains an empty brightness at dusk.

Mariage's cheeks slightly uplifted as she looked back at her appearance.

Titianna clapped her hand and exclaimed.

"You'll look great! Dear Mariage!"

"You can flatter me..."

Fortunately, Mariage's anger seems to be cooling. To Titianna, lined up next to her, Die gave her the costume. Instead I pick up unwanted ornaments and head to clean them up.

"Die, you, you know your clothes well too?

"Huh? No. I don't specialize in clothes."

Die stopped the cleanup hand and responded to an inquiry from Mariage.

Mariage is stunningly frowning as she is dressed in her costume.

"So what was that earlier?

"It's just a logic of color. The color depends on the combination, killing each other and keeping them alive. Because cosmetic colors are often determined in conjunction with costume colors."

"That kind of thing, where do you find out?

"It's from other cosmeticians..."

Die often gave lectures with color votes in his hands, including the first facialist he taught. A little, he would have been a good kid.

That's my father's blood, and Asma was laughing.

He was a painter who layered colors to give depth to the painting, saying it was my father's blood.

"I've been thinking about this for a while, why are candidate costumes, all the colors that don't suit Master Mariage?

"... because I specified it"

"Oh, oh, excuse me!

Were they all just colors chosen by Mariage? Bright blue, glittery yellow.

This is the only reason costumes tend to be prolonged is because the costumes that are given priority out of the box are all incompatible with the colours of the mariage. It's bad for Titianna, but I thought you should learn about color.

It's not just the colour. The style of the costume was also hard to say fit the line of Mariage's body.

Titianna is smiling bitterly. Maybe she knew.

"... Is the one chosen by Master Mariage an epidemic one?

"... yes. They're all wearing them."

"I see."

Other queen candidates?

Die said, acknowledging his disrespect.

"But it doesn't look good on you, Mariage."

"... you..."

"From now on, let's make it Titi's choice. Absolutely, because you will choose what suits you, Master Mariage. Right?

"What, ha, yeah!?

Titianna, who was suddenly told the story, is wolfing. But she's in charge of costumes. I'm not a die.

Cosmetics for mariage are also a combination of costumes and ornaments, and Titianna must be consulted. but if you don't finish the costume match, you're in trouble with all the answers.

"Are you trying to tell me that my preference is no good?

"I think preference should be claimed. But I think it's better to let Titi choose the candidate, and the costume will be over soon."

Mariage glanced at the die, sighing and dropping her shoulder.

Running her gaze at herself in the mirror, she told Titianna.

"Tomorrow this will be fine. You choose the jewelry."

"Yes, I did!

Titianna stretched her spine and accepted.

Mariage changes into her original costume.

She lowered her back to the bench with a tired face.

"You're with Titi a lot because Titi manages the costume?

"Right."

"Every time...... you're dating a costume match too?

"It's to set the direction of makeup. What did you think it was?

"I thought you were being pushed for chores because it's the lower end."

Correct in a way. But Die is new. Even in knowing the operation of the mansion, it is better to take care of errands and learn.

Die defended his work colleagues while putting unwanted ornaments in the box.

"I'm not being pushed. Gentlemen, gentlemen."

"You shouldn't have lied about being sweet. Because people in this house don't like people coming into their castles that they don't know about. Isn't that ignored from around Laura?

"Ignored, but not done."

I have not been intimated.

Die has clouded his words.

The head of the samurai teaches her how to behave, but everyday conversations are flawlessly rejected. Even if not as obvious as the head of the samurai, the more ancient the ginseng, the more similar the response to the die is.

He understood the situation from Die's verbal butt.

Mariage snorts a die.

"I thought that would happen. You work hard at best."

"... thank you"

There are some verses that are interesting about the situation. but if you look only at the words, you can't even think you're encouraging the die.

"Laura and the others won't be a glimmer, though. That hard-headed death."

"Dear Mariage!

Titianna flaunts Mariage's evil behavior.

Mariage snorted with a hunch.

"Master Mariage is talking about Mr. Huntingdon."

There you go.

Picking up Die's verbal butt, Mariage affirmed.

"... but Mr. Huntingdon, he's been working here, hasn't he?

"Since before I was born. When I was little, I thought scolding me might be my hobby."

"So... you don't like it?

"I know that, but the only reason I thought Laura and I sucked was because you hated Heath so much, and once your father nominated him as my deputy, he was on his side."

Although competent, Laura and the ancient ginseng didn't really think of Heath, which was arbitrary and imposing.

However, they gently returned the palm to Heath, who had obtained the title of substitute.

I don't know what it's like to be more respectful to young people who work steadfastly than to their daughters, who immediately sprinkle.

"Why was Master Liveau nominated to represent us in the first place? It's only been about two years since you came to Mizweeri, right?

I doubt it. Titianna couldn't answer, and she didn't ask the other servants.

Mariage answers like a hundred million.

"That man saved our house. Mizweeri was a downfall. That's the guy who rebuilt it."

"Falling? Is there a Mizweeri family?

"Yes. Thirteen senior aristocrats. At the bottom of it is Mizweeri. If that man hadn't come, he'd probably have fallen into intermediate aristocracy.... What, you didn't even know you were here?

I can turn a blind eye from Mariage.

Die took the lead as he shrunk.

"... yes"

"There it is! Aren't you stupid!?... Titi!

"Ha!"

Mariage gets up and calls Titianna. She stopped and flew by to clean up her costume tomorrow.

"Are you ready for tea yet!? I'm thirsty! Make arrangements first!

"Ha! I'm home!

Titianna gets her residence right on the sudden sword screen of Mariage and gives her a compliment. She presses her costume into a box-by-box die and leaves the room in a hurry.

"Die! Don't you mumble either! Get over here!

"Yep...?

Mariage slips through the side of the die and walks footsteps high towards the round table. Die hastily put the box in his costume and ran to Mariage.

Mariage standing beside the round table gives the chair and commands Die.

"Sit down."

"But"

"I'm telling you I'm good! Sit down now!

"Ha, ha!

Die graciously pulled the chair. The figure of Mariage sitting abusively late in the die is past sight. Out of the way, and the vibration passed over the floor.

Die glanced at her in the upper hand.

Mariage was sighing with wrinkles carved between her eyebrows.

"You, how far did you get the explanation?

"... Description, is it?

"I'm asking you what kind of explanation you had for the Mizweeri family!

"... the home of the queen's candidate, Lady Mariage, I have only asked."

I have heard that the ranks fall lower than those of the other four houses that run for queen. But if you make it a die from Hanayashi, it's like a senior nobleman or something. I don't understand detailed positions where they were explained all at once, as learning after them. I refrained from pursuing more than Heath needed.

Mariage narrows her eyes and looks at the die.

"Are you stupid?

"Erm..."

Mariage's voice is not making fun of Die. He's rather worried.

With sincere eyes she groans.

"You came over here without knowing, didn't you? And you didn't ask me anything? Are you telling me you came over here without being informed of anything?

"Ha... I"

"Fool?"

"... excuse me"

Again and again, being called a fool, Die honestly apologized.

Mariage flutters over the chair.

"I told you. Ask Heath what you don't know. He asked me to explain. Listen carefully, too. Civilians and our lives aren't exactly the same. I don't want to know because it doesn't matter, but if all of a sudden they throw me over the gate, I don't like it."

No, no, Mariage shook her head.

Die stared at her in dismay.

Mariage is basically short-tempered and tyrannical. Die saw the samurai cry out of the room several times over this short period of time.

I turn my attention to Die, whose girlfriend is such a new servant. It was a terrible surprise.

"Really, you haven't been dragged by Heath, have you?

"No."

Embracing the freakiness, Die shook his head in denial.

I hear Mariage really thinks of Heath as a cold-blooded man.

"I came here on my own. Heath... Master Liveau, you may say no."

"Huh, yeah. Then why didn't you say no?

"... uh"

I can't find an excuse to do it well.

Mariage's eyes are very cold. He poked his elbows on the tabletop, put his hands together and waited for Die to respond.

You can't let Mariage talk about you. As long as he is not a flower district but a theatrical facialist.

"I want makeup, because I was told..."

Mariage shrugged. That's the word Die said to her the day she arrived in Mizweeri.

Mariaj shrugged.

"Well, you can't say no, can you? An invitation from the Queen's candidate.... because I am the queen's candidate. Because I might be queen in the future. I can't help jumping at that dude's frigid story. That would be an honor, wouldn't it?

"No, it's not..."

No, before claiming, Mariage roughed up her voice.

"I'm sorry to hear that! resent yourself for not asking Heath for a proper explanation. You should have known about this house before you came."

"... what does that mean?

Mariage grinned at Die's questioning, which could also be taken as a mockery.

"I can't believe I'm a queen. I mean, I don't even think about it."