Maylie began adorning Azriel in a speedy and competent manner. It had been three years since she quit working as a maid, but ingrained habits were not easily forgotten. It was because she had planned how to embellish her ahead of time yesterday. Azriel was worrying about a different matter than earlier while receiving makeup.
‘In fact, Rhema doesn’t like it when I get along with other people.’
Then why did he order her dress, instead of stopping her from going to the ball? She left, saying that she would not come back home for a while, but he even sent her the boxes she needed for the ball, not only just remembering its date. As soon as she had a question, she thought of its answer. It was obvious.
‘It must be because I wanted to go.’
Just like how he insisted on fulfilling his duty but took his hand off of Sophinea when he was going to kill her as Azriel stopped him, Rhema was weak before her. She realized that afresh again. He let out words that were no better than threatening according to Marthi’s expression, but he was always backing down in reality. She remembered Rhema’s eyes that did not reflect any emotion like glass beads when she first met him. He could not even make an expression similar to a smile. However, there was warmth in his eyes towards her now. He became soft, faintly smiled, and even made some things similar to jokes. Suddenly aware of such a gap, Azriel felt a strange sensation. She felt as if something that should not happen had happened. It was an intuition that he was never welcome to be human. It was mere vague and groundless insecurity. However, it was strangely intense. Her mana slightly agitated.
“Azriel, straighten your face. No matter how great my makeup skills are, they are useless on a frowny face. We’re running out of time,” Maylie complained.
“I’m sorry…,” Azriel replied.
“Close your eyes,” Maylie asked.
Azriel quietly closed her eyes. The insecurity she just had disappeared without a trace. Not long after that, Azriel even forgot the fact that she felt such insecurity.
“But, do I really need makeup when I will be covered in a mask?” Azriel asked.
“People can still see under your nose. And masks are there for you to unmask. Its key is to mesmerize others with admiration when you unmask yourself like this, ta-da!” Maylie said excitedly.
“What is that? Which fairytale book did you read this time?” Azriel asked.
“It’s not a fairytale. It’s my dream. Now, it’s time to do your lips, so close your lips,” Maylie said.
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Azriel closed her lips. Maylie finished her makeup with astonishing concentration. She yelled. “Done! Now, look.”
Azriel was a little surprised to look into the mirror. “Wow.”
“How is it? Don’t you look pretty?” Maylie proudly said. Azriel blankly nodded and said. “It’s amazing. I look like an adult.”
“You are an adult. Don’t you remember having a coming-of-age ceremony? You usually have good memories. What’s gotten into you these days?”
“It’s a figurative language,” Azriel replied. There was a mature and strange woman in the mirror. It was because her baby face and gentle eyes were covered under makeup. “It doesn’t feel like myself.”
“It is you. Marthi, how do you like your master?” Marthi, who was looking out the window as he became bored, looked back and became startled. “Master…? You were always beautiful, but… Holy moly! Is that magic?”
“It’s technique, not magic, and also art. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Maylie said with a very satisfied look and lifted a mask. Then she sighed. “And I need to hide my art piece.”
Azriel laughed in a low voice and received the mask. “Thank you, Maylie.”
“If you mean it, you need to tell me what happened after you reveal your face like ta-da!”
“Like I said, I don’t think that’ll happen.”
“Why not? Aren’t you going to take off the mask at least in front of the person who invited you?”
“I don’t know…”
Should I? But Azriel did not have the luxury to think about Charles’ interest in her now. Things about Rhema were already overwhelming her. She did not even know how long the grace period granted to Sophinea was. She thought that she should candidly tell Charles this time that she appreciated his confession and she was flattered, but she did not have time for such stuff.
“You might be late! I did my best to finish early! Agh! Azriel, let’s hurry!” Maylie was startled to look at the clock and pulled Azriel. Marthi also followed them. “Master, I, too!”
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