Housekeeper of the Hundred Blossom Palace

Yumei feels the smell of tobacco from a woman.

Tobacco is a favorite of some rich people in this country, but it seems that women are getting it from somewhere.

Also, the skin on the fingertips became thicker when I looked at the woman's hand peeking from the sleeve receiving the yakito.

- Is this guy a musician?

If you're a stringed instrument player, your fingertips are like that.

I remember the nurses who used to like to play guitar in their previous lives doing those kinds of things, regardless of the degree of difference.

Does a woman play a pizza or a kite?My sister guesses Rain.

Apart from her character as a musician, Rain had another thing to worry about.

That means the woman's joints look swollen.

--This is....

Have you noticed that Yu sister is staring at her hands? She can pull her hands back into her sleeve.

"The musician's fingers aren't beautiful when you look at them, are they?"

The woman looks down diagonally and looks zero.

On top of that, Rain Sister shook her head sideways.

"I'm sure you'll practice a lot to make beautiful sounds, right?

I think it was a finger that carved up your efforts. "

In Yu's words, the woman raised her face and showed a surprise expression, quickly turning into a face like swallowing something bitter.

"There's an idiot here."

And the woman says, as if she were spitting it out.

--I don't know, someone with a thorn in their words.

Well, that's what I think it is.

I suppose you could have finished talking about women here and kept knowing.

But Rain sister couldn't ignore it, so she opened her mouth while she was lost.

"... you know, does that hand hurt?"

After hearing this, the woman glanced at it.

"Extra care."

The abandoned woman leaves the garbage yard early when she gets up.

--Did I fail?

It seems that Rain's sister spoke a little too straight.

However, since the woman took the yakito with her, she didn't seem angry.

This was the strange encounter with the palace prostitute.

Then time went by and dinner was over.

Sister Yu took turns and finished her work, surrounding her meal with Mina "Maina".

Today's offering is a stewed sushi meat.

It is a delightful dish in which the cold winter breeze warms the body and the accompanying manju is doubled when eaten in broth.

"Hmm, it's warming up from my stomach."

"Even the extra ground meat is a treat if you eat it like this."

Mira laughed at Yu's sister, who ate it to bite the warmth of the stew.

Yes, this stew is a dish of leftovers from the meat used in the concubines' palace.

However, my sister wonders if these parts are more nutritious and environmentally friendly dishes that do not produce raw waste.

I was a Rain sister who was obsessed with cooking for a while, but when the plates were about to empty, I thought of asking Mina about the Miyagi prostitute.

"Have you ever met a Miyagi prostitute?"

"Why suddenly?"

Mira twisted her neck and told Yu what happened today.

When I heard about the encounter at the garbage dump, Mira was impressed.

Miyagi prostitutes aren't unusual, are they?

I'm sure it is.

Mira nodded even though she was impressed.

After all, it is the job of the palace prostitute to celebrate the banquet.

And it is not unusual for a feast of great and small to be held in the day, as a feast of flowers, when the night is the Lord.

The life of the Miyagi prostitutes, where such a banquet is the place of work, is naturally night-type.

Furthermore, the Miyagi prostitutes, who devote their entire day of activity to singing and dancing practice, rarely come out of their places of activity.

In other words, the activity time is completely different from that of Yu sister, who is a super morning type life, and even rarely meets residents - it is a rare character in the previous life.

"What's wrong with that palace prostitute?

Did you interrupt your work or play a prank? "

No, that's not true.

Asked by Mira, Yu sister roared "Uh-uh".