The Queen's Cosmetician

Leaning on Mariage.

This is hard to tell.

Die's work is mainly morning and night. Caring for Mariage's skin and applying makeup. In addition, I will be present at places related to cosmetics, such as costume matches, but I cannot go to queen's competitions, such as tea parties, amusement parks and supper parties. because they have not completed their education, including courtesy.

As a result, the time for Die to meet with Mariage is limited.

Besides.

"Enough is enough."

Mariage is in a much worse mood if the abandonment case is drawing tail. I'm glad they didn't refuse my makeup, but I'll get the die down right after work. Mariage herself has been made to participate undeniably in the Queen's race. I don't have time to talk.

If only work was perfect.

While learning about the fashion of noble makeup and costumes, consider makeup in line with the spirit of the monster. Discuss Mariage's physical condition with Rodovico. He didn't think the makeup artist would be involved. When Die first visited, he was somewhat wolfish.

However, skin tone and health depend greatly.

And what is directly linked to health is diet.

"Kitchen Manager (Grain), can you increase Mariage's dedication by one more dish?

Die asked Grain by showing him the blackboard. The black board bears today's contribution in white letters.

Grain clenched his neck with his arms together.

"I don't care. Why?"

"Because it's all meat. I need more vegetables. I think it's nice around here."

Mariage's skin was dry, so she asked for more meat. But I haven't had enough vegetables the other way around the last few days.

Grayne frowns.

"I'm thinking about the sight. The colors should be nice."

"Yes. Exactly. But that, in the matter of the type of vegetables...... It's about nutrition..."

I can't explain to Grain why I'm suspicious.

Die sighed and left the kitchen. Cursing my lack of study.

Grayne is a genius who has been involved in the culinary path for decades. When it comes to cooking, an amateur die mouths it out and shouldn't feel good. I would be angry if I was exposed to makeup in the opposite position as a die. We need a detailed explanation in order not to collide.

But the kitchen and common sense of the flower district are so different, I don't know what to assume.

I want to get in touch with the Flower Street cooks. I want to visit them and learn. But it wouldn't be an acceptable situation either.

I have permission to return to Hanayo, but I have not been able to take a holiday since I started working for a month.

In the first place, with a small number of manpower, the servants of Mizweeri are busy. So much for the constant chores I can help with the die.

The proxy for the Mizwieri family is at the head of a busy person. It is Heath Livort.

"What about Master Liveaux?

"I wonder if it's Mariage's place. 'Cause you said you'd check dance practice."

I heard my youngest man ask in Die's ear, who was helping me with the amusement park party to be held tomorrow. One of the women is responding by stopping the hand of work.

"You better get going. They're going out when they're done."

"Ok......"

"Dear Liveau, Sincerely busy"

Deacon sighs next to die. He has a table of placements for the round table on hand. Writing is done with Heath's hands.

"I wish Master Mariage had done better."

"I wonder if it's noisy because I hate dancing. Please don't bother Mr. Liveaux."

"Really."

"Die."

Die, whose ears were twitching, was suddenly called to breathe. I rush back to the voice. Meribel stood holding a piece of cloth.

"It doesn't look like Mr. Mariage's costume for tomorrow. Take this to Reese's. I need you to prepare a cloth with the colour number I'm going to tell you about."

"Yes."

"Hurry up."

"Okay."

I feel it again when I start helping people.

Heath's work is unusual. It is literally a powdered way of working. Titianna was right.

Half of the day is not in the mansion. Negotiations everywhere, confirmation of mariages invited, etc. After returning home, I receive various reports in my absence. Settlement. Instructions. A novel to the mariage of no progress in study, a reply to the invitation, the writing of a thank-you note. So much so that I don't know when I'm eating and sleeping.

That's why when Heath called me to the office before the lights went out, I thought something was up.

"Nothing in particular. Something to be scolded for?

"Ha, no.... the other day, I let go of Master Mariage."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that. It's late for me to take it back."

Get up from the executive seat and Heath apologizes to Die.

"I explained to Laura. It wasn't your fault."

"No. I knew it was my fault that I couldn't go right back after putting the mariage down.... hey, because I've been talking to Titi too long"

Even if we were not caught in the seat of the meeting between Heath and the nobles, Mariage's anger would have been inevitable.

"Oh, we were talking, you said. I'm surprised you're interested in standing up."

"I'm... obsessed"

"Well, in the first place, I think Master Mariage expelling the samurai is the worst. No, it's a manpower issue. Whatever it was, Titianna was also a disaster. … let's move the room. Would you like something to drink?

"Oh, I will"

Don't let Heath, who is tired, even support the tea. Moving to a room with a reception bench, Die stood in front of a cupboard with tea tools.

Prepare two servings of tea leaves, water and tea utensils.

Die asked Heath as he lined up the tea apparatus over the basin.

"If it's not a sermon, what do you have? Are you referring to Master Mariage?

"I told you there was nothing. If you dare, keep up the good news. Your report was received through Laura, but I didn't have the opportunity to speak directly."

Just for that, did you take the time?

Nice one, and while I had my thoughts, Die carried tea that had just been brewed by Heath.

Heath, who was in her seat first, smiles at Die.

"Thank you"

"No. Welcome...... thank you.... What did Mr. Huntingdon say about the other day?

"I knew what you were up to, so I should have switched you back to work."

"Excuse me."

Die apologized as he lowered his back to Heath's face.

"Master Liveau got you a novel, didn't he?"

"Never mind. Even if it wasn't for you, she would have offered me something."

"Yes... what is it?

"I can't seem to care less if I don't even apply it to a lot of things. I come to Mizweeri, just like you, and the sun is shallow."

"But two years, right?

"It's only two years.... Ms Huntingdon is tough on newcomers"

"I rely on you so much"

Of course, as an ancient ginseng Laura, I guess she bitterly thinks of the current situation, which has to depend on Heath.

But Heath works without rest. I think we should be able to work more. Even on the desk in the office I was in earlier.

Heath shrugs her shoulders.

"I said something I didn't want.... to the extent that she gets a little nagging, Laura is a good drawer of personal feelings and work. Don't worry there."

"Yes. I know"

As the die nodded, Heath looked relieved.

"Rather than work...... are you used to Mizweeri? They seem to be pushing a lot of extras."

"I don't mind. You'll learn everything."

A monster, for example. I can know how it flows through help. If you're going to accompany Die in the future, it's imperative that you know exactly what's going on on on the back.

"Master Livot... you're really busy"

"Right. Because the Queen's race has begun. I hope that Mariaj will refrain from doing so for a little longer."

"... excuse me. I can't really help you."

Die quietly remembered his conversation the other day.

Things don't go as well as I think.

"I'm getting reports from Reese that morning and night have been easier since you arrived. Things don't come true any time soon."

"Yes, but... won't Master Livort talk to Mr. Mariage?

"... with Master Mariage?

Heath, whose mouth was on the tea, looked at the die with a bitter look on her face.

"Suddenly, what's wrong?

"Well... of course, I'm going to work for Master Mariage..."

Die searched desperately for words.

"Dear Mariage, even on your side. I'm here to support you. Because it's going to take me a long time to figure it out. It's quicker for Livot to talk to Mariage properly."

"I'm not on his side."

"Really? You work so hard every day, every day, to make that guy queen?

"I'm moving for my reasons"

"But... if we keep this up, Master Livot will fall, won't he?

So much intense duty. It breaks my body.

"You can talk to Master Mariage. I wonder what your purpose, what the situation in this house is like for the people you work for. Why do you want me to be a queen? All of those things..."

"As soon as we talk, you think he'll understand?

"Even if you don't know, I think you'll be convinced. I'm sure Mariage doesn't like the fact that things are moving around without your knowledge of your deposits. I'm scared, I'm getting eclampsia because I don't see the meaning of what I'm doing right now"

Even if they pull their hand that the road is this way, they are anxious to be blindfolded. Especially if you don't know if a hand-grabbing human is enough for credibility.

"Even if I spoke, I'm sure someone ordered me to. But there's nothing else, Mr. Liveau, who's a party, if you talk."

"I don't think Master Mariage will ever believe me. All of a sudden, we just talked, and you just wonder what it is. He's suspicious."

"If you said that, you wouldn't be able to move on."

"So I'm saying you should talk."

Mmm, and Die bent the crease.

The story follows a parallel line.

Heath looks out at the tea. Looking down at its righteous face, Die asked if it could be.

"... what is Master Livotto... do you dislike about Master Mariage?

Make Mariage queen.

Heath is moving for it.

Though I thought that was why I admired her.

Heath places the tea apparatus on the table and answers with a chilling sounding voice.

"We won't get along, will we? That one thinks it's a power aim, too. Mizweeri said it was a stepping stone. You won't be able to tolerate it."

"You don't want power, do you? Are you gonna correct that?

"No, I don't."

He answered instantly.

"It's not even wrong"

"... power, did you want it?

"Yeah, I want power"

Heath stares at her fist slowly gripped.

"To a crappy history... an unyielding force"

Die accidentally shut up.

"He looks unexpected"

Slightly open, Heath laughed.

"When I want power, is it weird?

It's not weird.

But Heath from the die didn't seem eager for power.

Die has seen a lot of ambitious people in the flower streets. There was always fierceness in the eyes of those. Heath doesn't have it.

Die stared into Heath's eyes.

What is in his pale is some determination and sadness.

That's right.

His eyes are so, so pathetic.

Heath mounds like she's uncomfortable.

"Die?"

"If you really... want power"

Die took his gaze off him and told him.

"You think it's quickest to marry Master Mariage, don't you? Besides, it's definitely easier to move Mizweeri."

I doubt it.

What did Mariage's father think put Heath in the position of “proxy of the Lord” and not his daughter's son-in-law?

"Yet Master Liveau doesn't seem to intend to..."

Even if it's because I didn't want to accompany my daughter and Heath, it's just a story that Heath herself needs to turn around. If it's not running, that's what I mean.

"Me and... Lady Mariage.... Marriage?

Heath shrugged in an inverted voice. Surprisingly or frighteningly, it's rare for him, with upset on his face.

Did I make a strange statement? Die, wolfing, supplemented to many things.

"Well, 'cause isn't it? Keeping this up, Heath is just one of his subordinates, even if it works, minister, or something. No, I don't know how great and what kind of work such a person would do..."

I didn't think I was going to serve the aristocracy. Outside of interest, such as a position in the state government. Naturally, I don't have any knowledge.

"Uh, what can I do? If you said you didn't want a queen, you'd be in a position to make her quit, wouldn't you? If you really want power, shouldn't you keep Master Mariage caged? It would be better to be the queen's husband, and her status would not waver. Besides, Master Liveaux is so beautiful, I think that if you whisper love in her face, Master Mariage will fall in one shot."

Mariage is a daughter hungry for affection. I can cage as much as I want in her solitude. Not if this man with his poor beauty.

And so I thought.

Heath's face was so convulsed that there was no more.

I thought I made a statement that pissed him off.

"... Um"

"... cum..."

Heath turns her round back to the hurried, voiced die. When he held his abdomen with one hand, he began to laugh with all the momentum he had rolled.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!

The die flashed.

I've never seen him laugh like that before.

Heath is collapsing on the back of the chair. It's like breathing constantly.

"Ro, wandering... thinking that way because you're a flower town grower?

"Huh... Huh?

"Please stop joking. Even if you are married to a desire for power, Master Mariage is right at your mercy."

"... why not?

"It's - it's simply a matter of preference. Oh, that's crazy."

Heath wakes up slowly to correct her residence. There are tears in my eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've laughed so much"

"... what was so funny?

Of course there was no intention in the die to make him laugh that far. One thing is unintelligible.

"I said something that weird?

"No. The muscles are through.... If you really want power, you'd better fit into Master Mariage's son-in-law to consolidate the ground. Right. Sure, you're right. But it was hilarious."

"Where the hell is it?

"Somebody... yes. For example, if the samurai head or deacon told you, it wouldn't have been so weird. Because what would you say if you caged Mariaj with a very serious face?"

"... by that, what does that mean?

Heath looks back at the die with half a laugh. Coming to that gaze, Die pointed at his mouth more.

"Because I'm a child?

"No."

Heath shakes her neck to the side.

"... because you have a childish appearance"

"Isn't it the same"

"No, I'm not. It means something completely different."

Fifteen, he was recognized as a well-armed facialist and worked in the flower district.

You won't be a child, he says.

But the expression betrays the statement.

Die looked at Heath half-eyed.

"Same."

"Then it must be the same thing"

I have no choice but to affirm what the toddler said. That sounds like it.

I'm angry at the strangely gentle voice of Heath. I can't help but rot.

Die drank up some grumpy tea.

It was kind of strangely bitter.