Volume 8, Chapter 17: Travel Preparations (2/2)
(To think the partner is someone who can use the Ka character.)
He could only be royalty. If so, the father could only match the age of the late emperor, but Maomao knew that was entirely impossible.
(T/N: fyi, Joka is 女華, and ka 華 is the character exclusive to the imperial clan. So officially, only Jinshi and the emperor are allowed to have that character in their name at the moment.)
She wondered how Joka-neechan felt about her mother who got tricked. She couldn’t help thinking that the courtesan’s man-hating trait had originated from there.
With the madam being how she is, she allowed that edgy name.
(How scary.)
Maomao sighed deeply and headed for the next thing she had to prepare.
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After leaving Rokushoukan, she finished her shopping and returned to the dorms.
(This now might be the greatest problem.)
Maomao took a deep breath and entered the dorm.
Chop Chop Chop. The sound of a kitchen knife resounded.
(They’re doing it.)
Maomao peered into the kitchen.
Yao was chopping chicken, under En’en’s guidance.
Although Yao’s hand was still shaky, she didn’t apply the force that could sever bone the other day. It looked like she was cooking properly
“….”
“….”
Yao, who was concentrated on the chicken, didn’t notice Maomao. En’en did, and was complaining to Maomao with her eyes.
(She’s concentrating now. Don’t get in the way, is that what En’en means?)
Maomao headed to her room, and as she going down the corridor, the old lady of the dorm came up to her.
“Maomao, how many months will the expedition be? You can keep the room as it is, but would it be better to clean it?”
Sounds travel. Of course, as if it reached the kitchen, “Ouch!”, “Milady!” Maomao heard the promised exchange.
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When she checked through the gap of the door, a spectacle she expected filled her vision.
“Ahh, Milady, this can’t do. Please stop sucking your finger. I’ll treat it now.”
Even for foodstuff, there could be toxins and parasites present in raw meat.
“En’en, I think you overdid it,” Maomao called out when Yao was rendered immobile by the bandage wrapped around her hand.
However, when she did so, Yao frowned. Maomao realised that Yao looked like she wanted to say something, but Maomao wasn’t skilled at human relationships either. Maomao had no idea if it was a good idea for her to call out to them.
While Yao was still learning how to use the knife, she probably hasn’t been called by Court Physician Ryuu to take a special class.
“…I’m sorry. I’ll be away for a while,” Maomao said.
“I understand.” En’en looked a little lonely, but in an instant, an inexplicable “Now I can be alone with Yao-sama” face appeared. It was good that Yao, who was facing down, hadn’t seen that.
Maomao thought that Yao would understand too. The girl was smart. She understood mentally; it was just that her feelings hadn’t caught up.
(She’s still sixteen.)
Four years younger than Maomao.
Maomao was going to head to her room, out of things to do, when she heard the girl stamp her feet loudly.
“Maomao!”
“Yes?”
Yao breathed roughly through her nose like a boar. The girl got up and made a face that looked like she made some resolutions.
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“Milady.” En’en was holding two fans, wherever she had taken them out from, that was written with ‘Yao’, “Add oil’. This attendant was somewhat meticulous.
Yao took another deep breath and stood before Maomao.
“Yes, Milady.” En’en gingerly passed something that looked like a booklet to Yao.
“Mn.” Yao pushed the booklet onto Maomao.
“Wh-what is this?” Maomao asked.
“Wh-what, you say,” Yao said.
En’en supported Yao who couldn’t speak out about it properly. “We summarised the main points of the books that Maomao didn’t get to transcribe when we were at Rakan-sama’s residence the other day.”
“EH?”
(What’s that, I want.)
“C-can you give it to me?” Maomao asked.
“D-didn’t I tell you that I’m giving it to you!” Although Yao had been muttering, she hadn’t said that.
But, if she was giving, Maomao will take it. She quickly flipped through the pages to check.
“Oooo, Oooooooo.”
“Hey, don’t look at it now! I-I’m telling you this in advance; it’s nothing major. It’s just that En’en really wanted to transcribe it for you!” Yao said.
What to do? This child went tsun, then dere.
Unfortunately, Maomao could tell the differences between Yao and En’en’s handwriting, so Maomao was kind enough to not point out who had written it.
“Thank you very much.” Maomao courteously bowed her head
Honestly, she was so happy her nose was running.
“…hmph. Use it to kill time when you’re travelling.”
Apparently, it’s a gift.
“Then, I’ll buy you souvenirs in return,” Maomao said.
“I don’t need that!’ Sullen, Yao went back to the chopping board.
“You’re injured, so you can’t cut anything now. Let’s treat your wound for the time being,” Maomao said.
Yao was going to turn into a mummy if they left the wound treatment to En’en alone.
The girl meekly let Maomao treat her wound, but En’en was a little scary.
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