The Queen's Cosmetician

Before I could choose between two chapters.

I don't remember my father. But when I spoke of my father, my mother dyeing her cheeks was like a naive girl, and even withered like an old woman who had abandoned the world. A mother loved by everyone. I wanted that mother to be just crazy, just one man.

If he's alive, I think.

If I lived - would I have never lived with such distortion in my body?

"You'll pass."

Examining all the courtesies of the die, Laura said. The education of the samurai head is rigorous and does not allow a slice of sweetness in the die. I'm pretty sure she passed.

stroking his chest down to relief, Die laughed.

"Thank you"

"No."

The voice of the corresponding samurai head is chilled, and the color of rejection can be peered into. That's no choice either. Counting the Sabbath several times from the noise she tried to exonerate Die, and even though the moon is moving, it doesn't mean the awkwardness disappears clean and refreshing. Still, Laura didn't do anything to get out of Die's education with her personal feelings. It's all in the job. The way it splits up, she seems.

Arrange the corners of the writing that sum up courtesy precautions, and walk out with the related books holding them aside. Turning back to Laura in front of the door, Die bowed his head again.

"Thank you"

I'm not expecting a response. Laura's eyes are always losing light behind her glasses when Die quits the room thanking her. Erase all facial expressions from the wrinkled detail and silently she will drop off the die returning to work.

But it was all different today.

"Die."

An unexpectedly hung voice.

"... Yes"

While aware of the physical tension, Die responded to the call under the guise of tranquillity.

Study given to the head of the maid. The bookshelves hide both walls. Laura's expression, nestled in front of the window, is invisible at this hour in retrograde light.

"How can you laugh like that when you politely thank me?

The inquiry sounded pale, and the die could not read the intent put into it.

"... why, no matter what you say"

"After that -..."

In the wake of the friction between Alvina and Grain, he developed into a story about whether or not the die would quit his job, which ended up being decided to stay in Mariage's shack, after that.

"I did offer to see your manners until the end, but honestly, I thought you'd say no."

"I don't have the right to say no. I was told by Master Liveau that the method would continue to be seen by Mr. Huntingdon."

"Even if I had no right, I would have been able to sue.... I know that you are personally close to him by pulling out the top and bottom. And you never even complained that you didn't like it."

"Uh, well, yeah,"

Die nodded vaguely.

Indeed, in a fold announcing Laura's teacher continuation, Heath guided us through this mindset. I would have been able to show refusal.

If you really thought you didn't like it.

"Nothing, I thought Mr. Huntingdon would be a courtesy instructor."

Laura raised her surprise at the answer Die showed.

"Why?"

"The way you teach, it's because you're good. Easy to understand and remember"

That is the true truth that cannot be falsified.

Even minus the fact that she has experience due to her position as a samurai head, Laura is out of her good teaching skills. I knew it would be quicker to get her to look at politeness, even if it was somewhat awkward. Regardless, I didn't forget to add in my chest that I was harsh and intolerant.

"... didn't you hate it when you looked at me?

"If you ask me if it's awkward, Sora... I won't deny it"

But there was a certain tension between me and her, so now it's awkwardness.

In response to the die, be silent as Laura thinks. staring at her laying face down, Die said.

"Surprised."

Laura raised her face and groaned in surprise.

"Huh?"

"That's surprising, I thought. I can't believe you're asking me if I'm awkward."

For a long time, there was a wall between Laura and herself. Transparent walls. It reminds the die of the walls and gates separating the city well from the aristocracy.

Noblemen do not take into account Shirai's mental state. I don't know how to put it, but I was wondering if Laura would be interested in this one either.

"I just wondered"

Laura answers as she puts the misaligned glasses back at her fingertips.

"Even after that, you're the same as before. You wouldn't normally want to look at each other."

"Mr. Huntingdon, too?

Die asked, thinking it might be disheartening. I was wondering. I wonder what the hell Laura might have thought and offered to continue as a courtesy instructor.

If you don't want to face yourself, she was the one who should have sued Heath. Laura is the oldest of servants. Heath can't get in her way either. Even if something like that happened the other day.

To Laura, who returns her silence, Die went on to ask.

"... Mr. Huntingdon didn't think to leave the mansion?

-... it's trivial among ourselves, such as awkwardness.

I was born between her and the other servants, in comparison.

Since then, the other ancient ginseng servants have kept their distance from Laura. Laura continues to work in this mansion the same way she did before, even though Mariage even told her to quit. And like this, I get involved with myself. Die also knew what thick faces the servants who were thorough with the wild horses were whispering their pussies against Laura.

I wonder how much pain it has caused Laura to be scorned like that by her work colleagues who have been suffering together for years. Even the newcomer himself said it was intolerable to be kept away from them.

"I didn't think so"

Laura denied the possibility of leaving the Mizweeri family, quietly, but clearly.

"I was born in this house, grew up in this house, and have served this house all my life. There's nowhere else to go."

As expected, it was an answer.

"Die, you don't know because you're young. In these years, we can't change our way of life."

That's not true.

Reflectively, Die thought. That's not true. Everyone can change their way of life.

But I couldn't speak. What anyone can do is not synonymous with what is easy for everyone.

"There's something I can do."

Laura continued, as if reading through Die's chest.

"But I am not. I'm not that strong. I'd rather stay in this house where I'm attached.... Whatever Master Mariaj tells me, I intend to serve this House in a way that I think is good for her and hence for her. … everyone's mouthfulness will calm down over time."

Laura's voice was pale, as if she were reciting a sentence.

Because she doesn't dwell on the color of her emotions, her words make her deeply emotional about the die. I know I don't need comfort or anything, but I can't help looking for words.

"I have lived on this side of the gate ever since I was born"

Laura's voice gently pushes through the book of silence.

"It was my pride to live on this side of the gate, and to serve the Mizwieri family. We know that Mr. Livort is excellent, and we know that your arm as a makeup artist is out.... but even though I know with my head, I can't keep up with my emotions. I can't forgive you. Being close, etc., very"

"I think that's fine"

Die showed affirmation and looked back again at Laura standing by the window.

"It doesn't matter if it's old or new or over the gate, me or Mr. Huntingdon serve Master Mariage. Isn't that okay?

The reason Laura decided to see her courtesy till the end is probably because that would be for Mariage. Laura really serves Mariage.

Two, it looked like Laura had lost her strength from her shoulder. With the addition and subtraction of light, the expression cannot be glimpsed. But she seems to be laughing.

"You say you've been thrown up in rejection, and you're not angry, are you?"

Die shrugged her shoulders in a voice that sounded frightened.

"Because if I get angry here, I don't seem to get along much with Mr. Huntingdon"

Even if I can't tell right now, if I'm in the same workplace, I want to be able to talk soothingly one day. I don't know what Laura thinks.

To sigh, the samurai head dropped her shoulder.

"... just so you never miss a review because you passed today"

From the abruptly converted topic, Die learns the end of the conversation.

"Go."

Laura, who prompted her to leave the room, shifts her gaze outside the window. Her side, lit by the sun, looked badly flat.

Re-held the little side writing, Die praises the clumsy woman. He turned his heel back and shut the door quietly.

Exit from Laura's study and head to Heath's room. To report that you have completed a full courtesy course. I heard you were in the clerk's office until noon today, so by now you'll be handling the paperwork loaded on your desk with the deacon, gasping for a headache.

Enter the main building and proceed down the hallway. Step down the stairs you hit so you can step on the carpet.

(Nevertheless)

Die exhaled softly, reflecting on her earlier conversation with Laura.

(People ask me really often if I'm not angry, lately)

Titianna told me, and Mariage scolded me.

(I'm not putting up with anything else)

Because I was so furious in front of Mariage that I was distanced from the samurai because of it.

The only thing I don't remember being angry about is that I can't help it.

For example, Laura's way of life. Her emotions. That reason is easy and pushed away.

Looking at Laura reminds me of my mother.

I couldn't change my way of life, poor mother.

Though I may be the same in that I can't change myself.

Heath's office consists of three rooms. Same interval as the Mariage room. Slowly open the door between refrains adjacent to the hallway, exploring the signs. There is no one in the room. Proceeding indoors, Die stopped in front of the back room. Gently knock on the door as a sign of entry.

"Die."

"Go ahead."

In an unprecedented reply, Die opened the door.

"That, what about Mr. Kilim?

Heath is alone in the room.

"I'm out for you now. Running errands on him?

"No."

We have a light exchange and close the door. Heath was still arranging an oak desk seat and hanging a small mountain of paperwork piled to the right to collapse.

Bitter, the hardware on the writing fixture rubs against the paper and makes a noise. He stopped his hand after throwing the papers in the box on the left, which he apparently finished signing.

"You have a beautiful face."

When he glanced at Die's face, Heath leaked that feeling. Die smiles.

"Mr. Huntingdon gave me a pass on the manipulation."

"Oh, that ended the whole thing, didn't it? Congratulations."

"Thank you"

Heath, smiling at the die who gave her back to congratulate her, took a piece of paperwork out of her desk drawer. I'm going to write something down there. familiar paper. Probably some papers on Die's education.

"Just great."

He said as he reworked the paperwork to the drawer.

"Lady Mariage has been invited by the Gertrude family shortly, so I can ask her to accompany me here"

"To the Gertrude family?

Yeah, and Heath nodded.

The Gertrude family is the most powerful of the senior aristocracies and home to many intermediate and lower aristocracies. It is the home of Arishuel, said to be the queen's most prominent candidate.

"Did you take it? Invitation"

"You can't refuse to invite me to that house."

"... Dear Mariaj, you didn't break out very well"

Arishuel Gertrude was a natural enemy to Mariage. Mariage is hostile to her anyway. On a day when there is a lunch or dinner meeting with Arishuel face-to-face, Mariage is rough on the rough, so that Heath also takes into account that such opportunities don't last very long.

"I'm rammed, but I can't help it. You just didn't get as much eclampsia as you used to."

"How could I be there?

"Gertrude's invitation takes all day. Gather in the morning, grab some lunch, get some tea at the afternoon party, get dressed for dinner."

"... Wow, it looks like one"

"If I hadn't finished educating you about your methods, I'd have asked another maid to go fix your makeup,"

"... can I just go with one pass? Somewhere like that."

I wanted the first trend to be a cautious place if I could.

"It's the back."

Die groaned, pointing his mouth at Heath, who laughed that he was going to even attend dinner.

"I know."

"The Mizwieri family is fine because they can be given private rooms as a refrain. If you would just sit still there. There should also be a hand water field. You just have to go out in the hallway under some circumstance and make a polite meeting in case you see someone."

Even so, I'm still anxious to get out of the house. I guess that was on my face. Heath leaked a bitter laugh.

"You don't have to look like that"

"Even if they say so."

"I'll be there, too, so if anything happens, I'll deal with it here"

"... are you going to Heath too?

Die was surprised. Because none of us have ever had anything like Heath accompanying Mariage. He may visit other houses to negotiate. But I've never seen Die take part in a ceremony like dinner.

"Yep. Unfortunately."

His expression looked terribly depressing.

"Even for me, I don't really want to be in those places. Anyway, my position is temporary. … just say hello to the Lord and you will escape during the refrain."

"Are you running away?

"I don't really want to sell my face"

Die laughed at Heath, blurring that he would be forgiven for recommending the children of the nobles. That sounds like a story if you ask me. His origins are vague, but given his current work and his appearance, there are not many houses he would like to see adopted by his son-in-law.

"When is it? That invitation."

"Five days later"

"The day before the Sabbath?

"That's right. It's sudden, but I want you to do the right thing."

"How is the degree?

I have never accompanied Mariage to the other house calls she receives, so I don't know the specifications.

To Die's question, Heath clouded his face even more. It is an odd reaction.

"Ask Titianna what the degree is"

In that one word, Die learned the reason for his expression.

"... Titi is"

Words don't go on well. Heath opens her mouth, trying to complement that interrupted tip.

"I'll change my costume. She will accompany you to Lady Mariage."

Titianna is the maid in charge of costumes. I can handle a variety of things, including transporting and cleaning up costumes, taking care of them on the go, dealing with them if they contaminate the costume, and changing costumes by looking at the situation.

"The samurai who can deal with Lady Arishuel, who got in a bad mood face-to-face, is about Titianna."

"... right"

And among the samurai serving the Mizwieri family, Titianna was a samurai who could treat Mariage without being cowardly. Before the die arrived, it seems that Titianna was the maid who had been sent first under the mariage that caused the seizure.

If you want to be invited to the home of Alishuel, the natural enemy of Mariage, she will be the right escort.

But.

"... are you okay? Die."

"Er... well"

To Heath's guiding words, Die looked up to the ceiling clouding his words.

Thinking he's just been showing me around lately.

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