Housekeeper of the Hundred Blossom Palace

Whatever you say.

"Does Aunt Yang know who the palace prostitute is?"

Yu sister Yu Yimei asked, but Yang shook his head.

"Miyagi prostitutes are under the jurisdiction of the priest."

That's what Yang told her, but Yu is convinced.

As Yu's sister's knowledge of drama, a teacher is an organization that teaches and manages singing and dancing to the prostitutes of the shrine.

It seems that the Miyagi prostitutes are still being led there.

--Then we'll have to wait to see each other again by chance.

My sister thinks so.

"But I don't think I've ever met that palace prostitute."

Yang said such a thing. Really?

As Yu Sister rounded her eyes, Yang nodded and pulled the chair from nearby to sit next to her.

"That's why the Emperor has a favorite Biwa bomber.

I don't know what's going on here because I don't get to go to the banquet at all. "

When Yang said that, he poured the white water on the table into the tea ware and drank it himself.

Biwa, is that you?

As she murmured, Rain Sister put her hand on her chin.

Biwa is a stringed instrument similar to the guitar of the previous life.

If you're a Biwa player, you can explain the thick fingers on the skin.

"Hee, your favorite is quite a position.

Is that what you were doing alone in the dump?

That's a funny story. "

Meanwhile, Mina "Maina" is twisting her neck after hearing Yang's story.

Again, this is a good point.

"Did the rumor person suddenly stop looking because they were feeling sick and tend to rest?"

Yang nodded to Yu's question.

"That's right. If the shrine prostitute has rheumatism, as my little sister calls it, it's also convincing.

You don't want to be as miserable as a good bomber. "

Yang said so and exhaled.

- Mmm, that's what I'm talking about.

Sister Rain thinks "nonetheless."

If the Emperor were to become his favorite musician, he would normally be a pretty beauty owner or quite a mastermind.

But if you'll excuse me, I don't want Yu sister to tell me, but the palace prostitute was not the master of fine beauty.

On the other hand, the line is subtly different from the emperor's favorite plain face.

There are different kinds of plain faces.

In a frank sense, it will be a favorite, that is, a masterpiece of Biwa.

--Isn 't he such a great musician?

Rain sister, who hasn't had a good taste for music since her previous life, doesn't know the good or bad at all, but I don't want to hear the sound.

After all, music doesn't come from speakers all the time, like in previous lives, but it's a valuable experience that you can't hear unless you call a musician in front of you.

Is rheumatism that bad?

If it's mild, I'd like you to encourage treatment and take another bite.

I had such a conversation the next day.

Rain sister was cleaning the same place that day.

So, I am in charge of cleaning here for a while.

And today I'm going to throw away the garbage to dispose of the fallen leaves.

Ah!

Rain sister raised her voice unexpectedly.

There was that woman in the dumpster, just like yesterday.

Looking into the sky, she stood up when she noticed Rain's sister.

I've been waiting for you.

To the woman who told me that, Rain sister is very careful.

Really?

I was upset and broke up yesterday, so I thought I wouldn't want to see Rain sister.

A woman smiles slightly at this surprising attitude.

"I wanted to thank you for the potatoes.

It filled my stomach. "

According to this woman, Sister Rain frowned.

- Did you fill your stomach with just that baked potato?

As a way of saying it, it doesn't sound like "it was delicious with snacks".

The woman talks to Yu sister, who looks suspicious.

"Anyway, I didn't eat a lot of food here."

I've heard a lot of things I can't hear right now.

"... aren't you the Emperor's favorite Biwa master?"

This rainy sister's words echoed a dry laugh: "Haha."

"Musicians who can't play are just useless."

The woman who told her to mock herself was somewhere far away.