The Queen's Cosmetician

After you can't choose between the two chapters,

It wasn't until after a few days that I realized I was being distanced from Titianna that things settled down with Mariage.

Don't see me, I thought. Die can let me do my job again, and I was wondering if I would simply not be able to schedule a job with Titianna because I am now able to play Mariage's role as a guide. But I don't have too many plans with her for that. On top of that, even if we meet face to face between refrains, Titianna walks away busily only exchanging greetings.

Heath asked me what the hell was going on with the arrow tip. Titianna said she wished her plans didn't fit with Die herself.

This distracted me considerably. More than when I was kept away from mariage.

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"... and sorry"

Crazy at hand, one of the slippery hair fasteners slaps the floor at your feet. I gently fastened Mariage's hair before Die bent over and quickly picked it up as it fell. Fortunately, it was personal. In the unlikely event that this is owned by the Mizwieri family and damaged, I can't pay for the die in the end.

Die placed the hair clasp he picked up on the round table beside him. Keep your distance from other tools so you don't accidentally use them. Mariage, who was sitting back in the chair looking at the condition, opened her mouth at will.

"That's unusual, you drop things like that."

"I'm careful not to drop it..."

Die snuck up and sighed as he looked sideways at the hair fastening he had dropped. It is proof that you are working in the sky above that you will take off what you are not supposed to drop if you are only paying attention. When you're touching people's faces and hair, you say you have to focus only on them.

"I'm sorry"

Repeat the apology and wipe your hands again. Mariage raised her face from the mirror at hand and shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, nothing."

She slept badly, she said, because of the continuous evening meals. It seems like it's been a long time since I've been in the mansion all day today, but just past noon, the samurai woke me up. I visited the room as soon as I went around noon, but Mariage had only changed and the samurai had just pushed her makeup and hair tie right into the die and left the room. Apparently, she was fooled by her husband because she had interrupted her sleep.

The soft sun falls on the carpet at noon. The willing and slow air filling the room seemed to reflect the heart of Mariage.

I almost finished tying my hair, and finally inserted a pin to finish it. I just gently knitted the top of Mariage's loosely wavy black hair and made dough over her head, but it was a good way to put her adorability forward.

"Next time, face."

I call him, but Mariage seems to be really sleepy, and he just snorted and reacted dull. It's not uncommon to row a boat while you're touching your hair or face, so I'm just going to go ahead with makeup. Clean up the product for the hair tie and spread out the cosmetic tools instead. I'm not going outside today, so I'll just have to apply the makeup thin.

Wipe your hands, lotion, emulsion and basement and. Lay them on top of your skin in order. Lightly cover the white powder with a brush, not with powder.

"Do you have eyes?

"Be appropriate"

Mariage answers, waving gently with her lid closed. Die chose a strong dark tea color with light gold and ash to colour her eyes. The gold powder is all over the lid, and the tea edges. I usually edge around my eyes even more, but that's over for today.

Gently tone the eyebrows and the redness of the cheeks to the extent that they appear pale and bloody. I kept my lips just to pour beeswax with a brush. Drop extra powder at the end, done.

It's over.

Taking away the cloth that had been covered to prevent dirt around his neck, Die spoke to Mariage. Awakening from her shallow sleep, she takes up the hand mirror she had placed on her knees while concealing her absences with her hands and peeks into its polished mirror surface.

"An elaborate knot"

Die tilted his neck at the feeling brought about by the pounding.

"Really?

Yeah, and Mariage nodded as she laid her hand mirror down on her lap.

"You didn't just have a face, you had hair."

"Well, there was nothing I couldn't do..."

I didn't specialize in hair tie, so I don't have much experience. Although the basics hold, there is a difference between knowledge and skill in cloud mud compared to those in makeup.

"But I still can't do the hard stuff. I need to learn from this."

"Are you going to be able to study these things too?

"So is makeup, but for once it's like basic knowledge. And then there's practice and practice. It all comes down to experience how you can apply what you've studied."

"Practice it..."

Mariage moaned as she rubbed her loosely dropped hair on her shoulder with her fingertips.

"... don't you need to practice makeup?

"That's not true."

Die immediately denied it as he put his cosmetic tools in his bag.

"If makeup hasn't touched a person's face long enough, his hands won't move... and he's blunt."

"Then how come when you're not touching my face?

"That's Titi."

He lent me his face.

The die, who replied reflexively, became sinister in retrospect of the difference between her relationship, only about half a month ago and the present. It creaks up from the back of my throat, a pain like when I swallowed a needle.

"What's Titi?

Mariage prompts me to continue my words. Die took care of his smile.

"Yeah, touching my face, it was a practice bench for me."

"... Phew."

Her reply is careless, even though it was Mariage who asked the question. But that was the usual thing.

Die shrugged his shoulders and turned himself back to clean up his tools.

"Die."

Calling for a pretend.

Her voice was one step ahead of her. I twist my neck in surprise to see if something bothered me.

And.

Boo-hoo.

"Hebu!?

A soft, but heavy, strike directly at the face of the dye, which raised its face in a retrospective manner.

I'm suddenly raiding. Pushed by the momentum of it, I take a few steps. A heel stepped out behind me kicked the leg of the round table. The corner of the top plate hits the waist.

Indulging in distracting pain, Die took 'it' in the universe as he was about to fall to the floor.

Close your eyes to a tiny vision and see who 'it' is - it was a hipster packed with plenty of feathers, which should have been caught between Mariage's hips and the back of the chair.

Beyond the hipster where Mariage's grumpy, extreme face is grasping up. Die dropped his shoulder as he turned tannic.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Master Mariage?"

"Blindness"

"... what?

"I'm blind. If you have such a stinky face about Titianna, please do it. depressing."

Mariage must have blamed herself for the look on her face, which had gotten tough in retrospect of her relationship with Titianna.

"... excuse me"

Die apologized as he offered Mariaj his hipster.

"... you knew that"

"You said you were working so hard, but you've only been working a little bit lately, so I'd notice that too."

"Really..."

He attracted a hipster who never showed signs of being received, dropped his shoulder and Die groaned. Mariage pokes a cheek wand at his side breath and looks up at the die half-eyed.

"You're supposed to stick to Gertrude's next invitation."

"... you're early"

"Meribel told me. So, Titianna's going, right? You're gonna look like that at 46: 00 the next time you accompany me to your invitation? It's depressing."

"... right"

Die wholeheartedly agreed with Mariage.

She's right. Moreover, it is not only when accompanying Titianna to the Marriage to the Gertrude family that she faces off. For that meeting, I have to meet Titianna no matter what attitude she's going to take.

After pinching the silence, Mariage opened her mouth to the whim.

"... Titi was the only one who took refuge in you then."

"At that time?

"That's when it happened.... I don't know what your name is. That magician and Grain were fighting when you were about to be kicked out by Laura."

"Oh, yes"

Finally understood, Die nodded. but i don't know why mariage puts that time out to pick up, twisting his neck a beat late. With her cheekstick poked, she continued the conversation with her eyes pointing at the die, which resembled a shudder.

"I sheltered, but I couldn't shelter you, could I, Titi? That's what I heard."

"... oh, that one"

I had no choice.

If anyone is forced to choose between just a work companion or a place to live, they cannot help but take the latter.

"There's nothing I can do."

"But Titi failed to make you look good. Didn't you just snap that on your own and think there's no face to suit you on your own? I'm just shy and running around."

No intention, said Mariage, stuffed Titianna.

"Dumb is Titty, so where do you need to look so snug?"

Close your eyes just saying what you want to say is done, and Mariage exhales deeply. Die glanced back at his husband, who sank into the chair.

Candidate for queen by being the young master of the Mizwieri family, who suffers from eclampsia as soon as he is not embarrassed and there is something he does not like. When I'm angry, I don't care about the circumstances of the person. I sometimes kick them out of the room, so I'm being slapped in the pussy for being a liar, but the truth is, she's never stupid. Rather, it is very clever on the part of people.

"What, you're surprisingly smart with those eyes?"

I stare at the silent die, and Mariage groans. Die shook his head sideways in a panic.

"Well, I'm just impressed you didn't see me like that."

I was just impressed that Mariage's words made sense.

But she didn't believe me in Die's explanation.

"You lied! It's no use getting out of my way, you!

"No really...... wow!

The arm is drawn to the rampage and lacks physical equilibrium. Mariage's face was close when she noticed. Her hands pinch both cheeks of the die. Die, kneeling on the spot, looked up at her and raised her voice in confusion.

"Hey, Maria, what the hell!

Guru on both cheeks, and pressure is applied. Die wept at the difficulty of breathing.

"Ha-hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe! Hiha-ha, yes!

Let me go, I grab Mariage's wrist and beg her, but she never shows any signs of stopping. He sometimes stretches out and enjoys deformation of his face when compressing his cheeks.

"Giggle, I'm angry at you for smiling like Heath that you're making fun of me, but do something about that overtly thoughtful of yours! This."

"Heh heh heh heh heh!

Tipping, twisting and crushing as if squeezing the confectionery dough, Mariage flaunts the face of the die so much. Losing his temper to resist, the die collapsed on the spot.

My hand finally stopped until I pinched it quite a bit between them. I wondered if you were feeling better, and Die raised her gaze as she relaxed.

But there are no signs that her face will be released from her hands.

"... Dear Mariage?

With a slight retreat, she looks down at the die with a slightly strange face. With the intention of freeing her, Die touched Mariage's hand with her cheeks pinched. But the wish was also vague, and she began to stretch the flesh of the eagle-grabbed die cheek full of strength as if to confirm its exhibitiveness.

"Hi-ha-hi-ha-hi-ha-hi-ha!!

If you wave your hand and complain, there is no sign of fine dust that you can stop it. Mariage silently repeats stretching or crushing the cheeks of the die. That appearance seemed like a researcher ascertaining an unconvincing difficulty.

When he was even getting tired of screaming, Die picked up the sound of the door opening in the hazy corner of his consciousness.

"Excuse me..."

A voice I could hear.

The maid who came into the room is Titianna.

"Oh, Titty."

Maryage turns back to the samurai as she stretches out the die's face. Die only moved his gaze and saw a colleague who seemed out of line. Titianna, still as she stepped into the room, froze her eyes round like a plate. They've even forgotten to blink.

A cheek that was strapped is now pushed into the back of the bone. Remembering the pressure on her cheeks so much that the skeleton changed, Die weakened. Mariage doesn't look good on thin arms and is surprisingly powerful.

"Pfft."

It was Titianna's laughter, which erupted in such a way as to blame Die and free her from bitterness.

"Hahahahahahahaha, what the hell is that face! What are you doing!?!? Hahahaha!!!!

"Titianna"

Finally releasing the die, Mariage stood up from her chair and put her hand on her hips. And numbingly fingers Titianna grinning with her belly.

"You know, what do you mean, giggle in front of your husband?

"Shh, sorry, so, hahahahahahahaha!!!

Mariage pointed me out. Although I just covered my mouth, Titianna didn't seem to intend to stop laughing. No more, and she lays her hands on the wooden surface of the door, as if to fall from her knees onto the spot. My back and shoulders, facing this one, kept trembling into small pieces.

Was it that funny?

Next to the die standing up rubbing her reddish cheeks, the arm-wrapped mariage zeroed her sigh.

"So, what the hell are you doing here?

"Yes, sir"

Apparently she managed to twist her laugh down. Titianna lifted her hips and turned back to the front of the mariage.

"You want to borrow a die, right? Master Livort told me to discuss the next Gertrude."

"Fine. Take him."

Mariage, who responded with two replies, sat abusively in the chair, prompting the die to pack his bags quickly with his chin. Damn, the moment I thought which was the one who got in the way of the cleanup, Mariage's brow hissing.

I hear my thoughts have come to my face again. Hilariously, Die flipped himself and hurried to clean up. Hold the bag and rush under Titianna waiting at the door.

"Sissy will bring tea later."

"Okay."

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

With Titianna, Die bows her head to greet her exit. Mariage waved, keeping her eyes down, just go.

Move from the Mariage room to the stuffing on the same floor. Cancer indoors. All the samurai seemed to be paying for each job.

Titianna passes next to a long desk sitting in the center of the stuffing room and moves on to a simple cooking area where empty water bottles and cupboards are located. Stopped at the entrance to the room, Die stared at a colleague who was busy preparing his tea.

"... Titi"

It was in Mariage's room that Titianna was laughing off, but as soon as she closed the door, her expression became strong. Die feared as he moved his legs around following her leading silently. Will it continue to be like this all the time?

Kacha, the sound of the touch of ceramics echoes in the room. Titianna's shoulder swayed heavily into the sigh, and Die retreated reflexively.

Place your hands on the edge of the flush and Titianna turns around and looks back. She smiled bitterly at the die standing at the entrance to the room.

"Close the door and sit in the chair without standing there like that. I'll have tea in a minute."

The soft tone was a familiar Titianna tone, familiar to Die.

"Titi"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. Just sit down."

Encouraged, Die took his seat with great admiration. An old wooden chair lifts its stiffness. Waiting often, Titianna put warm hot tea in front of the die. Hip yourself down opposite the die with a tea bowl.

"I'm sorry."

Slightly laying her eyes down, Titianna said.

"Die's face, I can't see it. I can't even talk to you. You've made me feel bad. Oh, I look like an idiot. I can't believe everyone who keeps the die away didn't like it that much, but I would do the same."

Die questioned a colleague who quietly dropped his shoulder for a different reason.

"Why?"

"Yeah. It's not like I don't like dies or I'm neglected. You know."

Titianna, eye-to-eye with the die, put her strength into her hand squeezing the tea bowl.

"Um, right. During the noise with Grayne and Mr. Alvina, Mr. Huntingdon would have told me to choose. Stay in this house or keep sheltering the die."

Hearing Titianna's voice like exploring this reaction, Die closes his eyes, oh.

Mariage's predictions were true.

"I couldn't forgive myself for giving first priority to myself then. Face to face with the die, it turns white in my head.... I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Die stared sharply as he bit his lower lip and a large adult blushed his eyes and cringed tears.

"Titi, I am"

"I thought it was different when Mr. Huntingdon told me you wanted to be older, but maybe it's not. Maybe I was just happy to be relied on, and all kinds of disgusting emotions covered me up, and I didn't even like to see Die's face."

"Titi"

"I'm sorry, Die. I'm so sorry."

Die panicked to Titianna as she began to squeak up. I didn't expect you to cry so much. Pull the cloth you were carrying out of your nostalgia and offer it to her. Titianna, who tided her face, received it while showing hesitation.

"Titi, I'm sorry"

Titianna looks up at Die, who poked her hand over the long desk and embarked herself and apologized, with a strange look.

"Why would a die apologize?

"I must have suffered, right?

"It's not like that.... it was you who suffered. Make no mistake."

The voice spinned by Titianna crying was harsh, similar to reprimand. Die pulls his mouth together and drops his hips.

Titianna had been sniffing her nose for a while, but she finally pulled in tears and laughed.

"Didn't Mariage tell you to stop blaming yourself?

"... uh... you know very well"

Don't run to self-sacrifice right away, you'll be scolded every time. But running to the idea that I'm tormenting everyone is becoming like a learner, and this way of thinking is not going to fall out for a while.

"'Cause you've been foolish to be depressed"

Shoulder to shoulder in laughter, Titianna exposed Mariage's light mouth.

"And what? Earlier. I was so worried about what I should look like until Master Liveau told me to pick you up in Maria's room. I felt like I was blowing it all away."

"Er, I think I made Master Mariage feel uncomfortable. Here, what is it? Punishment, like."

"I mean, punishment, that's it. It was hilarious. That die face."

"Forget it already"

Die shook his head in retrospect of the pain in his cheek rolling around pinched by Mariage to Russia. Titianna makes a mild laugh, just saying that this look is hilarious again. Damn, what I was crying about earlier sounds like a lie.

But when she suddenly stopped laughing, she dropped her lid, which remained swollen. The dark shadow dwells behind the pale eyes.

"I wonder why... we don't always have what we want to take care of and what we have to protect"

Also, don't you make me cry?

Fearing, Die carefully chose words to say.

"Yeah... but I don't like it either. If Titi had to leave this house because of me. So, that's fine."

Titianna's eyes reflect this one. Die opened his mouth quickly ahead of her still saying something.

"Besides, if Titi leaves this house, we'll have to quit one more, won't we?

"... what does that mean?

Titianna openly changes her complexion. Die smiled at her as she dyed her face to Zhu in a different way than before.

"Why aren't you married?

On that question, Titianna stretched her spine and solidified as if she had been pulled by thread from the ceiling. Keeping her expression strong, she screams.

"How, how do you know Die?!?

"Oh, I haven't seen you two alone."

We must watch carefully to ensure that geishas do not take their guests seriously in the flower district. Because sex between geisha and customers can sometimes overthrow a guest's house and create a crisis in a whorehouse. Someone else's. That worked.

Pesha, and lay herself down on the top plate of her desk, Titianna moaned low.

"Well, the time is right. Because my husband is dead, Mariage is a queen candidate, and so on, and so on."

"What if I calm down?

"I'm going to.... then, Die, will you put on makeup?

"Yep. Sure. It's an honor."

It's rare to put makeup on a bride. Put your thoughts on a lucky day to come.

Titianna like my sister. There's someone here who wants you to be happy. That is a very happy thing.

Leaning on with a man, she will have a child, and the child will also devote herself to this house.

"Really, how did you notice?... I thought no one knew."

"The only people who didn't treat me cold were Master Liveau, Titi and that other person. Like Titi and Liveau, they don't stand out and shelter us."

"... I see"

Keep your face down, ha, and Titianna exhales. Die grinned and touched her hand with hesitation, stretched out.

"Thank you, Titi. I couldn't stand it without you."

"... because you worked so hard."

With a slight look on her face, she grinned face-to-face. And hold back Die's hand.

"Oh, I guess I'll make him jealous. If I show you this place."

"Why not?

"Yeah. The die because it looks promising in the future. I'm going to be a good man."

Die smiled bitterly.

"You can't be a good man."

"Oh, so you're gonna be a bad boy?

"For a bad boy, it could be"

"Hey, that"

Hehe, and laughed Titianna woke up physically. Let go of the die, too. She said, smiling softly as she stared at her siblings, pointing to the untouched tea.

"I'm totally cold"

The hot air that was up there is totally lurking.

"If you drink this, re-brew it again... then let's start talking about the next invitation"

Nodding heavily at Titianna, Die took his share of the tea.

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