The Queen's Cosmetician

Make Mariage a true queen.

Prioritize things and be polite about each and every one of them in order to achieve that great goal.

My childish friend is out of the way. I will not bind myself to the way I have been. The sentiment for the past is abandoned.

Speak many times about what needs to be accomplished.

"I, Master Mariage."

Many times, many times.

"Make it Queen"

I assure you.

"Me."

"Make It Queen"

The voice of a man in memory echoes the voice of a die.

Stand in front of you through your sleeves on a jacket with a national seal sewn off.

My eyes darkly dwelling my resolve turn back on me.

- I wonder why.

I remember that guy when we just met.

Flowering season. The time for roses to blossom everywhere. Temperate climates facilitate domestic mobility. The aristocrats who stay in remote areas also gather in the king's capital. It's time for full socialisation. Mariage, with the exception of minimal government, became preoccupied with socialism and its discipline.

Since Mariage took office, the Mizwilli Hall, which had been secluded somewhere unpopular, became a festival welcoming not only the nobles, but also the women from the castle and the kitchen and the clerks in support. The first half of the month had managed to turn with it, but eventually people fell into a situation of too much overcrowding on their plans. After devoting the last three days to Mariage's own tranquillity, the socialization ended up taking place by transferring the grounds to the outhouse of the Royal Castle.

Hall close to the main entrance of the royal castle. The white stone exterior is spicy and beautiful. Among the several buildings on the Royal Castle's property is the original outhouse built in the early days. It has a large hall with the largest capacity and many terraces and small rooms used for entertainment and secret talks. Apparently it has been used since the celebration dinner where Mariage took office. At the time, he was in a coma, and Die stepped foot for the first time in his second year of climbing the castle.

Lighting fixtures with bold finishing and luminous attractive stones illuminate the large hall in rainbow. The costumes of the ladies dancing and dancing flash like petals, on board the examination of the elegant strings.

"Sir Carsung."

A man plugged into the old world to hang a die voice looks back. A gentleman with a grey beard. Same senior nobility as the Mizwieri family. father of queen candidate Merliah Carsung. I am the head of the Karsun family.

The man let the discomfort pass behind his eyes, but soon smiled at Eagle Deep like a senior nobleman.

"This is... Lord Setra. How did it go?

If it was meant to be, it would be something like calling from a die. But the status given to the Queen assures the Die.

Die smiled.

"I came to thank you for introducing me to the merchant. Thank you very much."

"It is only natural to serve Her Majesty the Queen as a nobleman of Del Ligueiria. Your Majesty will be more and more beautiful."

"Skin is more radiant by polishing it every day, but this is the first thing Sir Karsun has ever done."

"That's a lot."

The man shook his thick voice to a laugh.

"He's a merchant who does us good...... Let's have some other things of His Majesty's interest. Have a deep friendship in the future. If I were you, I'd be invited to paradise again."

They want Mariage to follow them with euphemistic rhetoric.

Die closed the conversation with a decision complaint.

"Your Majesty knows about those who have done me well."

The people involved with Die also know Mariage. If it is beneficial, wait very long because you speak up.

A silent smile comes from a man. Die turned to the girl who was holding back beside him. Prestigiously chested, but I see tension in the hand holding the fan. I hear this is my first social meeting. Melia Carsung's sister, you.

Gently taking up her hand wrapped in her gloves, Die gratefully thanked her.

"Lady Lilith, this time I heard that the lady gave a lot of advice to the merchant. I thank you on His Majesty's behalf."

"... there is no such thing. If you need anything else, please call this Lilith anytime."

Die smiled and thanked the girl who dyed her cheeks all over Zhu and responded to her nagging tendencies.

Let go of her hand and a voice will hang from behind her at the same time. Next up is the Whistlewisms and their umbrella houses.

Express your thanks, chat when, listen to your previous dissatisfaction with Mariage and nod heavily at your future demands on her, then move on.

Repeat, repeat.

"Dear Setra"

A sidekick boy called to die.

"It's time. Mr. Oswald is waiting for you in the separate room."

The Chamber of Commerce, pushed by many nobles, is Oswald. The man represented was still young, but he was a handyman. Whatever, I knew about the die before I got into Mariage. They know about the craftsmen who stay in the backtown. The first meeting was at the main residence of Mizweeri, just before the transfer of the venue of socialisation to the outhouse, when it was said that he was wearing makeup in the Asma Hall, something cold told his spine.

Still, he doesn't break his polite attitude towards the die.

"Thank you for waiting"

With one civilian and one escort at a time, Die stepped into the waiting room. The man, already waiting, rose from his bench with a soft grin and spread his arms to the welcome.

"There is no such thing. Thank you for your time."

Tonal hair with wheat skin and short pruning. He wraps his middle back body in a black dress. The eyes are thin tea. His eyes seemed to be vulnerable to light, and he wore colored glasses on the blackout. I hear the year is in my late twenties.

Bruno Oswald.

The quality of what he had collected, among other things, was out of the group. Especially in relation to colour powder. All in all, the colours are beautiful and do not dry on the skin. Therefore, it is not dull when time has passed. The strain on Mariage's skin is light anyway.

In addition, beeswax and honey. These were decided to leave Bruno with the sales channels. This meeting is to confirm the contract.

Looking through the inventory Bruno offered, Die exhaled in admiration.

"You've often secured this much.... Are you sure the quality is uniform?

"You don't have to pay for this delivery, unless it's just like the first sample I gave you. If you are anxious, please include that in the clause."

"Can I count on you in the future?

The colour powder appears to be produced within Del Ligueiria. But raw materials, alongside beeswax and honey, will all be imported from outside the country. The honey region should have been located in the southwest, even on the continent. Although it should be an area of political instability due to the death of a small neighbouring country last year.

Moreover, the honey Bruno sent to the die is of high quality, purified for cosmetics. Can I continue ordering, not just this time? Bruno deepened his grin behind his glasses if the die pressed.

"I'll take care of it. This is the region you are worried about, but it will be imported from outside the continent. As a matter of fact, I used to build more sales channels."

"From outside the continent? All the more so, sales channel building will be tough. I can't believe Mr. Oswald has been working on this for a long time."

"We have stepped on the idea that high quality honey will be used in large quantities. I've been waiting for you. The day His Majesty commands us to find something worthy to put on that skin."

I did it the day I waited, Oswald said satisfactorily.

I will check the contract with the help of a civilian. The vague part of the gap is filled with questions, and the balance of interests between the two sides is regulated while new texts are added. In the meantime, pinch the chatter. reputation for mariage under the castle. Nobles fashionable sweetness. Besides that, what they like and don't like. Seems outrageous and important information. Pay close attention to answers to avoid slipping your mouth about unnecessary things even as a die. with a smile constantly pasted.

Every day, every day. Interact with the merchants.

"Master Setra?

Die responded to Bruno's call. I rush to correct my abode.

"I'm sorry"

"Are there any other concerns yet?

"No. There is no more about this contract with Mr. Oswald. Best regards,"

Bruno nodded deeply at the sign of acceptance and suddenly put a strange color on his face.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to introduce one person to Master Setra."

Die looked at the civilian and face to face. He shakes his head to the side. Die agrees.

Die turned to Bruno.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I won't. Besides, I won't go after your majesty where you connect your face with me. Tell them that too."

"Oh, I don't expect that. Rest assured..."

Bruno denied Die's speculation with his weakened face.

"Even for me, I don't want to imitate selling people into such an occasion. But the man I want to introduce is a Zemnam trader, and he broke a lot of bones about this honey import, too. I wish I could just meet Master Setra...... You don't have to speak up. Why don't you just look at your face and do it?"

Zemnam is a nation on the southern tip of this continent. They say they have large ports and non-resupply vessels just like Perfilia. National traffic flourished with the countries of the eastern and southern continents that were close in distance, even though they separated the sea. Imports from the east and south, which Die sometimes sees, are usually transported through this Zemnam to Del Ligueiria.

Die looked at the civilian again. He silenced and then nodded back at the die. I can see him, apparently.

The trader said he was waiting in the next room with his client. A samurai with a room leaves the room to call the two of you. So much less. She went back with the traders.

Die stopped breathing.

To a trader man, not.

Problem is, that's the guy with him.

"We sincerely apologize for the impossibility. I'm from Zemnam, my name is Ardam Auslund..."

A magnificent man with brown skin and scorched tea curly hair rests one hand on his chest and respectfully breaks his hip.

Behind him a man of good stature with sandy hair and reddish brown skin looked uncomfortable and thankful.

Those grey eyes narrow to a bitter smile and look at the die.

"Da..."

(Dadan)

The trader, who named himself Ardam in front of the man of his own informant, laughed invincibly.

"It's an honor to have come true as you see. Dear Setra,"

Royal Castle's office.

Mariage was poisoned as she stared at one of the pieces removed from the pile of documents to be checked.

"Whatever sticks to Zemnam's traders, that guy..."

"He's not from Del Ligueiria. That's what happens."

That's what I knew, and Rodimus by his side is a frightened face. Mariage glanced sharply at him and signed the papers for judgment.

"Die will hear his story. All judgments come from that."

"... right"

Mariage sighed after responding with a raw reply to Rodimus, who would pick up the documents.

Ardam Auslund, a man drawn by the Oswald Chamber of Commerce with whom Die was newly involved in cosmetics matters. As Bruno declared, he pulled back just by naming himself Die. I never even told you where or how long I was staying. With Dadan on his face, he seemed to expect this one to pursue.

After discussing the story that Die had brought home, the day after the dinner party, he was to query the Oswald Chamber of Commerce for the Ardams Inn. Today, after another night, Die is sewing up his free time in the morning to meet with the Ardams.

At first, a subpoena was issued. but the response was no.

I'm afraid I'd like to ask you to step up to the inn. Please bring the "Soundproofing" charm stone to that fold -.

In a corner close to the inn, albeit in the aristocratic district, the die had to go out on purpose. I would love to see the corner of the fan for the traders and Dadan who have carried every mess.

Mariage asked Rodimus as he rolled up the next document.

"Even so. When am I supposed to hear the report? She'll be at Carsung's by noon."

Go to makeup classes for the Karsun maids. Such requests have also increased in recent times. It is only taken on when the house of senior aristocrats hosts it because of its impotence. That is why the die is selling favors to them on behalf of Mariage.

"I'll be back at the end of your amusement park party."

The amusement park party will be after finishing processing the pending documents. It is a gathering of the Ladies under the Gertrude family, gathered in the voice of Rudia. A troublesome appointment. Mariage became sinister.

Rodimus laughs lightly.

"You wouldn't have to look so sinister.... I'm free this evening, so take your time."

"Oh, suddenly. That's rare."

Changes in plans remain, but there are few opportunities for them to be blank. Mariage raised her face and asked Rodimus.

"Let's not practice dancing?

"I turned that around tomorrow morning. Die wants to take care of your skin in the evening. Then tomorrow the die will join the practice. He wants to see how much I can dance with you."

"What? You can dance now?

"I don't know how much.... You know I'm practicing enthusiastically, right?

"... I know."

It's not just dancing. Refine the courtesy required for socializing, learn the poetry needed for aristocratic rhetoric and the history of the families of advanced aristocrats, learn the makeup before being hired by Mizweeri, walk around to the Chamber of Commerce meetings and come back to encourage the care and makeup of Mariage's skin. And between them, tea parties, luncheons, dinner parties. Die joins Mariage as an escort.

Literally, I don't even have time to exhale.

I flour myself with a tenacious grin...

"I'm starting to look like him."

Rodimus puts his neck on a solitary mariage.

"What's that guy?

Mariage lay her eyes down.

A man of beauty whose father took him to show up. He said he boarded a carriage attacked by a thief or a thug. My father used the unfamiliar man heavily. He immediately showed up at the head corner.

I saw tension when I threw the wire through every move.

There was only determination in those pale eyes that looked to be accomplished.

"That's him. That's him."

Rodimus shrugged his eyebrows in surprise, but never came after more.

"... Die and His Majesty are working hard."

Mariage listened to Rodimus whisper as she glanced through the paperwork.

An incredibly fine line of letters. If I were you until two years ago, I'd be freaking out.

However, just reading it is not enough.

"Just try. Bye, you can't."

Die chose Mariage.

Don't let that girl regret it.

"It's important."

Rodimus gently tells.

"It's important to be sincere in seeking what you should be... I think I'm happy to have you at the heart of my country."

Rodimus throws up a floating dialogue of teeth. Mariage became sinister.

"Sleep well, sleep well."

"It's terrible. Sometimes I praise this."

"When you say compliments, you're generally not even busy. Isn't that a rough case?

"Oh, I like to guess."

Mariage stared flashly at Rodimus.

No way, is it really there? Difficult story.

"Let's talk again when we're all set."

Pull a single seal out of the paperwork Rodimus holds.

With treasure balls and a two-headed snake, and a sword, the national chapter of Clan Hive.

- Raina Lugrois said as she left Clan Hive.

"I hope to see you again soon"

Continental conference to be held at the Palace of Scanagia, Jr., the former Duchy of Maisenburg. The details.

"You're finally here."

Mariage stared at the seal that Rodimus had placed between his index finger and middle finger.