The Queen's Cosmetician

The main residence of the Mizwilli family. Mariage's living room. Sitting on a used bench, Rodimus preaches to Mariage.

"I think you should show your face regularly to the Mizwieri family. You'd better give him the chance to serve near the queen. That's what makes this mansion so proud."

"Rodimus, I asked what I could do to stay here without isolation."

"So the Mizwieri family is the first step in that. This is your last fort. [M] There must be no such thing as to be abandoned by the men here. It will be the people here who will be your hands and feet when things happen. [M] I don't really want to."

Families who have raised mariages from a young age. The most believable things for Mariage, and must be.

"Even if you are a family, your love for you will fade if you leave it for a long time. Now it seems to me that you have become a long way from the Mizwieri. Yes, I'm getting reports from Die. I know you've been away from me for a lot of thought, but I think it's important to reconnect. So I talked to Die and my aunt, and I showed them the whole story."

"All in all..."

Rodimus also says a lot. You were almost at your disposal to persuade me.

Mariage frowned and deposited her center of gravity on the back of the bench.

"So what are you doing? It's not like you're taking a relaxing vacation in Mizweeri, is it?

"Discover. You got it."

"If you deal with all the raccoons and foxes, you'll know how you look.... don't you want to see the nobles?

"Hmm.... why would you think that?

Rodimus' face tells him he's not wrong as an answer. Mariage spun her head around as she tapped the side of the bench with her fingers.

"... if meeting with me is a reward... I can say the same to the nobles.... those who supported me... how can I offer them a benefit... Is this the answer to my question?

After returning from Clan Hive, the consuls stopped hiding their rebellion against Mariage. Because Mariage only strengthens their ordeal. Because I haven't shown you the profit that lies ahead.

The Queen of Delligeria is thinly linked to the royal castle officials. It is said to be due to the unique mechanisms of this country to prevent excessive adhesion of kings and national governments. It also leads to praise for the king's arbitrary behavior. But in the present situation, it's like one Mariage is leaping.

Um, thunderstorm night.

And one thing in Perfilia.

Mariage knows with her skin the hand of aggression from other countries. If we don't fight, I think.

Many officials in one country think it would be peaceful if they were in another. We need something in return to move those who don't remember the crisis - like Raina Lugrois.

However, she said she would think about the issue of displaced persons on her way home.

"I apologize for the inconvenience caused to the mariages"

Though I don't know if Rayna's words are genuine.

"It is in everyone's interest to see you.... I guess I'm only half right."

Sip one cup of tea and Rodimus continues.

"The first step in making you think you have flavor is to meet. While you were in the clan, I also reflected. [M] You, rather than, we didn't even have the opportunity to thank those who supported you properly. Disgruntled and critical attitude toward you came from all that."

Mariage took office after the Queen's race. Of course, he paid tribute to those who headed the Gertrude family gate, which served as a back shield. However, no place has yet been set up to meet each and every one of them and draw their opinions. Back then - I was about to be assassinated on my way home from the Queen's Election Rite, and there were circumstances where the Mizwilli family's proxy was “kidnapped”, which placed restrictions on my contact with the Horsemen.

Do you want to be clear about Mariage's absence? I heard their discontent erupted. Even if Rudia was pursued by the response. I guess I'm thinking back then. Rodimus was tannic.

"Originally, when I decided to go to your clan, I had a story about increasing the number of meetings I had with the Horsemen. You weren't feeling well then, and I was behind you because of your outing support. But this is a good opportunity. I just got out of the castle. Let's have a dinner party at the Tea Party and a variety of things to measure our interactions with the Horsemen."

They've already sent invitations to people. The appointment was packed neatly until the Sabbath, and the Chancellor smiled.

Mariage pressed the tip of the folded fan between her brows and sighed.

"Back before the Queen."

"That's not true, Your Majesty. The Queen's race is pre-training to act as a queen.... It seems so now"

"Die said that too..."

Sure, in Perfilia.

It was when we shook up the conversation. said Die. I'm getting sick of those things in the Queen's race. I wish I was like that back then.

"That queen race will reveal all the qualities you need as a queen"

Rodimus says as he places an empty tea bowl on the round table.

"Social skills. Ability to collect information. Then the ability to attract talented people"

"Is that what I'm talking about at the end?

"Of course. And I just wanted to say.... Die in your case, I guess"

Mariage glanced at him by the name of an unexpected man. I haven't heard any praise for her in the country in a long time.

"You don't say you're just a makeup artist."

"If you were a regular makeup artist, you'd break my heart if you were exposed to all the accusations from around you."

Rodimus clouds his eyes with pity for the die.

"The Queen needs a country. But if I just put makeup on my face, I can do enough with a woman official. I continue to be told that it is unnecessary, and that the loyalty that continues to be beside you is remarkable and worthy of the national chapter.... not only are you competent, but you get people with unflagging loyalty. That's the qualities of the queen, isn't it?"

Each of the queen's candidates takes on an entertainer, but if they do poorly, they are pulled from the top.

Whether or not talent will continue to linger by diverting temptations from other houses. The Queen asks for it.

Mariage saw the Chancellor again. The way he says it sounds like he claims that mariage is equipped with the qualities of king.

"... you were unexpectedly buying about me, Rodimus"

"I voted for you, Mariaj Mizweeri."

Rodimus distorted his mouth just saying it was out of his heart.

"Eva... you were the only queen candidate who didn't come into contact with me because my sister got angry and the Queen's electorate was going to be executed."

"Isn't it because you weren't a queen candidate?

"Even after I became a candidate."

"I didn't want to be a queen back then."

Mariage looked at the void with her centre of gravity on the back of the chair.

Evelina, who was the queen's heir. Sister of Rodimus and Asse. I don't know the princess at Mariage, who barely showed her face in the social seat at the end of the senior aristocracy. The same was true of other personnel when she heard that she had traveled to the land of Maboba due to an epidemic disease.

I wasn't interested in the seat for a while even as a queen candidate. It's what I was making a heartfelt fool of “the man” who was desperate to push himself up the throne.

(I don't know, why did he try to make me queen?)

Rodimus guessed that Perfilia wanted to expand her territory to become a champion in place of the Devil's Principality.

(... but it's still weird...)

Send the Chancellor in alone to annexe the untouchable neighbors. It's not a sanity shack. But more than that.

Why, it was mariage.

I don't know that. That man with that much talent would have gotten in easily, whether it was the Karsung family, the Bethleim family, the Whistlewisms, or that's the Gertrude family.

"Mariage?"

Rodimus calls out in surprise at the mariage immersed in thought.

Mariage returned to me and looked back at Rodimus. He smiled gently.

"I don't know who thought about it. But you're doing really well, the queen race.... through which they were chosen. Confident."

"... confident."

"The more serious you get, the more you hit the wall.... and now that I'm out of a lot of standing, let's get back to my beginnings.... Are you sure? Sire."

"May I ask you something?"

I often say this while keeping my roots open while I keep my hands on this one.

Mariage threw a raw warm gaze at Rodimus.

"... turn here as soon as possible for schedule and invitee details. Especially when it comes to makeup and costumes. Give it to me in detail."

"Yes, I understand."

So Rodimus stopped moving. Blink, glance around.

Mariage took the nearly chilled tea from the round table and asked the Chancellor, who makes a strange move.

"What are you doing?

"... Speaking of which, don't look like a die," he said.... the servant building?

Mariage looked at Rodimus in disdain.

"You didn't know? I'm taking a half break."

"Off?"

In response to the Chancellor's inquiry, yes, and with his consent, Mariage mouths the tea bowl.

I'm going home.

A leather box is placed on a round table in Asma's study.

Eight cosmetic brushes line the bottom of a box with a cloth on the inside. A large swing brush with rounded tips of goat hair is used when beating white powder. The brush, which is as small as one turn, is for cheek-red. The size was the same, but the hair tip was cut into diagonal pieces. This is used to fold the powder over a fine area such as the lower eyelid. The fine brush that colors the eyelids is the hair of the pony. They say it's supple and durable.

Die took them out of the box in turn. Check the weight and length of the pattern and the ease of gripping. The skin on the tip of the brush was pushed against the back of the hand and face to confirm.

(Both without problems, he said)

Borrow a color plate from a former colleague's facialist and fix the geisha's makeup with a new brush. The “inclusion” of the powder of the hair may of course be “separated”. Glossy colour on the skin. The red brush was coloured with a crease about the lid brush. The corners of the mouth do not fade.

Die wiped the color with a cloth and put the brush back in the box.

"... I think it's okay. Thank you."

An artisan watching the brush trial exhaled in relief and smiled.

"Good. I haven't seen you in a while. I was worried I'd become a pen to suit your habits."

"I'm worried about you. It's still a good job."

He was an artisan who originally set up my father's paintbrush. I have a workshop on the corner of the back town. Die's cosmetic brush has always been the work of this man.

The last time I ordered a cosmetic brush, about two years have passed. Sometimes the tip of my hair was damaged by dust on Clan Hive and I decided to make a new one.

"Can I pay in exchange? He's got a big forehead."

"Oh, nice to meet you.... a really good amount, but can you pay? Thanks to you, we didn't have to thread the ingredients."

"I was supposed to get it dropped for my office expenses. I've got enough."

And, although it explains it, it is actually full self-contained. I have trouble spreading rumors that I have a lot of money.

"Was it the theater? Your new workplace."

Stopping his hand signing the exchange, Die smiled at the craftsman.

Basically, Die's workplace is well known as a distant theater. Beyond the walls - there are a handful of people who recognize themselves as being in the aristocratic district, and Asma is the only one who even knows they are near the Queen's side.

"It's a good place, isn't it? Good for you. Emr will be glad."

I haven't heard my father's name in a long time.

"Thank you. … this is the price"

"Thank you for coming. I'm glad you haven't forgotten."

"I won't forget. … please again"

Die dropped off the craftsman leaving the room because he had work to do. Confirm the back bending the corner of the hallway, close the door and turn back the heel.

"... he worried a lot about you."

Sitting on his bench, he poked his cheek wand over his knee, Miguel said.

"Even if you come down here, it's not enough to come here."

"You're in a position where you can't wander around much. I'm with the escort today."

Assé, who has accompanied Die to his homecoming during his busy schedule, has refrained from wandering at the wall. Look at him. Miguel laughed.

"That's right. I need you to protect me properly. Otherwise, it's gonna be like our shop."

"It's not every laugh... But I was relieved that the store was back."

"You don't feel perfect. There's no way I'm gonna do what you're asking."

As Die avoided the box of brushes aside, he opened the box Miguel had brought with him. Inside is a line of rose water, beeswax, and emulsion used for rectifying the skin.

The store, which was destroyed after being involved in the Rowen and Arishuel cases, is also now reopening business. I was ordering a spare set of cosmetics from Miguel.

"Thank you, Miguel"

"I'm going to get all the better stuff out of holding nobles, but honestly, I think it's better what Alvina's making.... What about her? Aren't you working with your daughter?

"I'm on vacation for a while, and I'm away."

This is to re-hang the Demon Seal, which has been unraveled by Clan Hive. They have specialist people in the distance. Even if such diverse sorcery can be used, only the Magic Seal needs someone else's hand.

The imitation of the technique applied by the die to Alvina in Clan Hive, fortunately, appeared to have worked, albeit incompletely. Alvina praised me when I said she was amazing. Depending on the training, Alvina seemed happy when Die offered to refine the magic seal if she could help again. It just doesn't seem like we're talking about Die being able to use magic in the future.

'It's not just a demon seal... It's another talent for sorcery, isn't it? Even high-ranking magicians are often totally useless. There's very little demand for surgery, so I can count every single person who can.'

The operator Alvina is visiting also has a separate main business. Doesn't seem like you can handle it right away.

She says that it won't take a month, but it's not clear that the day will come back to the castle.

Since entering the castle, Die had relied on the creation of Alvina for Mariage cosmetics. Because the quality was good, but I didn't want to change it from what I was used to.

But even in her absence, she has no choice but to procure cosmetic products separately.

"... I thought so, Die. You can count on Miguel, but that wasn't a good idea?

Gigg, who was present as Miguel's escort, pinches his mouth.

Die blinked.

"First off, what is it?

"Yeah...... I don't know what to say"

wrinkled between the eyebrows, silenced, then Gigg states.

"Your husband, I hope, is this your daughter, isn't it?

Geeg is meeting Mariage in his tannery. I also know that the die works on the noble side.

"Then you're the merchant in your arms... with the handler of the craftsman? Don't you have one?

"Uh...... How... what?"

There was a merchant dedicated to the Mizwieri family, and only in the Royal Castle. In ornaments and costumes that are easily reflective of personal preferences, the merchants are hired by the craftsmen. but I have never received a designation for obtaining cosmetics since the Mizwilli era.

"I was the first to be told that the way I make up sounds so rare. It's not a very good thing to wear makeup."

"If makeup isn't a good thing in itself, isn't it going to lose your job, too?

"No, that's not true right now. I hear there are quite a few more people wearing makeup."

The reputation of makeup has been good since the time of the Queen's election. Since Mariage came to power and set the die on the National Seal, it seems that it has also become fashionable among young women to put a young flavor of colour on their eyes and mouths.

"Then there's a handover across the wall where I can get everything you need. Well, of course you're welcome to come down to the back town and order. Originally the exclusive merchant. Wouldn't it make him feel bad?

"Oh... right..."

Die dropped his gaze on the items lined up on his desk.

(Never thought about it...... but)

Geeg's point is correct.

The die has a national seal. The tradesmen in and out of the castle, whom the die had heard of, would have liked to sell in the tools needed for the job.

"I don't mind taking this one over here."

Point the bottle in the crate and Miguel suggests to the die.

You'll find a place to sell it.

"No... I'll have this one this time. If you look again, it won't be soon."

"Well, let me look that way for once, and if something doesn't come out that I'm convinced, you can set yourself free"

With a strange look, Geeg lowers his voice and advises.

"But the merchants better keep them on their side. Craftsmen are done when the merchants dry them. There's a big part of their reputation that determines whether they're good or bad craftsmen."