After a brief night of training, Loraviel bathed, changed into fresh clothes, and arrived at Liana’s door.
"Princess Liana, it's me, Loraviel." She knocked lightly on the door, and after receiving permission, stepped inside.
"You're just in time." Several new bottles and jars had appeared on Liana’s dressing table.
"Come here." Liana stood up and motioned for Loraviel to take her seat.
"Alright." Loraviel sat in front of the vanity mirror.
"Close your eyes. Don't open them."
"Mm."
Loraviel felt Liana’s hands moving across her face, dabbing, smearing, and painting.
"Done."
Loraviel opened her eyes. "..."
Her face was a complete mess—patches of blue, purple, and who-knows-what else.
"Princess Liana, what is this...?"
Liana looked slightly awkward. In truth, she had never applied makeup before, so she had just improvised. Besides, makeup wasn’t even the real purpose of this experiment.
Liana handed Loraviel a small bottle. "Use this to clean your face."
Loraviel wanted to question whether this could even be called "makeup," but she was more curious about what exactly was in the bottle.
Princess Liana always seemed to pull out strange and unusual things.
Loraviel poured some of the liquid onto a cotton pad and gently wiped her face. The smeared "makeup" came off effortlessly—two or three swipes, and her face was completely clean.
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"Princess Liana, what is this?" Normally, removing makeup took a long time, and even then, it wasn’t always fully cleared away.
"How does your skin feel now?"
"It's amazing."
"I meant your face. How does it feel?" Liana pinched her cheek.
"It feels really fresh—none of that dry sensation I usually get after removing makeup." Only then did Loraviel realize that her skin felt completely different compared to before.
"Do you feel any discomfort?"
Loraviel shook her head.
It seemed like the cleansing water was effective. "Try this next."
"How do I use it?" Loraviel looked at the slightly milky white liquid in Liana’s hand.
"Wash your face first, then dry it."
"Okay." Loraviel did as instructed and returned.
Liana evenly spread the lotion over Loraviel’s face. It felt cool against her skin, but not unpleasant.
This time, without waiting for Liana to ask, Loraviel spoke first. "Princess Liana, it feels like my skin is singing with joy... This is incredible!"
Liana nodded in satisfaction. Though the formula was still primitive and nowhere near as good as in her past life, in this world—where cosmetics were completely undeveloped—it was enough to overshadow anything else available.
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The next morning, the first thing Liana saw when she woke up was Loraviel standing in front of the vanity mirror, staring at her reflection.
At first, Liana thought there was a problem with the lotion. She immediately jumped out of bed. "What happened? Are there any strange reactions?"
Loraviel shook her head. "No strange reactions, I just feel like my skin is fairer and smoother?"
"..." Liana grew annoyed and flicked Loraviel’s forehead.
She nearly had a heart attack for nothing.
Looking at Loraviel’s face, the results were unexpectedly good. There shouldn’t be any issues with quality.
Now, the next steps were price, production, and distribution.
This was why Liana had sought out Tali earlier—she had given the merchant time to consider, and with the samples she had provided, Tali should realize this wasn’t just some minor transaction.
"Princess Liana, you always seem to have the most amazing things," Loraviel said with admiration.
Whether it was the unique seasoning, the stew from the night before, or these new skincare products—everything Liana introduced was unlike anything Loraviel had ever seen.
To put it bluntly, just one of these products alone could create a frenzy in the market.
"Since you've learned, I trust my future meals will improve?" Liana teased.
"I'm sorry, Princess Liana, for giving you such a poor dining experience before." If Loraviel had never tasted Liana’s stew, she wouldn’t have realized just how different food could be.
Liana had never intended to use food as a business venture—her research into cooking was purely for her own enjoyment. The true priority was the cosmetics.
Vanity was universal.
If nobles accepted these products, word would spread rapidly among them. And as the sole supplier, even those who hated her would have no choice but to sit down and negotiate.
A knock at the door.
"Go open it."
"Yes."
Loraviel opened the door and froze. "Lady Oliviah..."
"Oliviah?" Oh, right—yesterday, Liana had made her agree to be her maid for a day. She had nearly forgotten about that.
When Liana walked to the door, she, too, was momentarily stunned.
Oliviah had taken off her heavy armor and was now dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform. Even though the skirt reached her knees, she still felt that it was far too short, and a chilly sensation ran up her legs.
Her face was tinged with a faint blush from embarrassment. She was struggling to endure the sheer humiliation of it all as she looked at Liana. "Princess Liana... G-Good morning!"
"Hahahaha! What the hell are you doing?! This doesn’t suit you at all!"
Liana couldn’t hold it in—she burst into laughter.
Oliviah had already been enduring extreme shame just putting this on. She had tried her best to bear with it, yet Liana just outright laughed in her face.
"I know this doesn’t suit me! But wasn’t it you, Princess Liana, who made me your maid for a day?!"
Oliviah was taking this far too seriously, and for a moment, Liana even felt a little guilty. "But there are different kinds of maids, you know. It’s not like you have to wear a maid outfit to be considered one."
"..." Now that Oliviah thought about it, Liana had never actually told her to wear a maid uniform. It was just that every maid she had ever seen wore one, so she had assumed it was a requirement.
"I... I knew that. I just saw that Loraviel always wears a maid outfit, so I thought I should too!"