Volume 8, Chapter 24: Arrival (1/2)

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Maomao looked out the window. More ships had appeared from behind the narrow window. Those were the merchant ships that had increased in number every time they stopped at a port along the journey. Seeing as they were heading to the western capital along the same route, were they a countermeasure against pirates?

“And so, at what seemed like a long journey, I can see that we have arrived at our destination.”

“Chue-san, what are you on about?” the quack doctor asked Chue who was relaxing in the medical office like it was natural.

“No, it seemed like I could come in at around this point, so I tried.”

“I don’t understand you.” The quack tilted his head. Chue says truly inexplicable stuff, but people like that are a fixed number in this world.

Maomao moved away from the window and decided to check the remaining stockpile of medicine. As Chue said, they will be reaching their destination, the western capital, soon. They had to consider replenishing the medicine stock, but where the essential quack was concerned, he was chattering away nonstop like always.

Along with Rihaku, Chue had also gathered in the medical office. The person herself had said, “It’s work”.

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“Court Physician-sama, please record the number of medicines.” Maomao passed him the account book and stationery. It didn’t take that much work, and Maomao could have done it herself, but she thought that she shouldn’t spoil the quack doctor.

“Shall I help?” Chue asked.

“No, we’ll get told off later if someone unrelated to medical staff gets involved in it.”

“Too bad. Chue-san is also well versed in poisons.”

Chue was the type who sells herself.

“Since you food taste.” Maomao recalled what happened in the country of Anan. Maomao was Jinshi’s food taster, and Chue was the weirdo tacticians’.

Let’s leave what happened to your imagination.

While there was no incident, let’s just say that it was only a disturbance. It can be said that it was fortuitous that it didn’t become a diplomatic issue.

It was really tiring.

“Ahhh, I had fun at Anan. I’m looking forward to the western capital—” Chue’s small eyes sparkled. From her fingers, came a small flower, a flag, and for some reason, a dove–the quack and Rihaku ended up retorting as the straight man. Maomao didn’t need to butt in now, but she was interested about–

“How do you do that?” Maomao asked.

“Hohoh. Are you interested in Chue-san’s magic?” Chue raised her small dango nose triumphantly.

“Yes. Your magic seems like it takes skill.” Maomao had gone to Lady Pai’s show before, but that was more a trick derived from knowledge rather than skill.

“What do you plan to do with it?”

“It’ll be the perfect show when the higher-ups tell me to do something to kill time.”

Maomao always bombed the stock phrases of the brothel, so she wanted to know a small trick.

“Unfortunately, I had displayed it while the Prince of the Moon was on ship, and as for his majesty, when I first showed him, we had a discussion about the course of action afterwards,” Chue answered.

(No, what course of action afterwards!)

Maomao found herself on the verge of retorting; she bore with it.

What an unreservedly impolite woman.

As Maomao lined up the bags of medicine in the box and made the quack write on it, she returned it to the box and repeated the steps.

“That reminds me, I haven’t told you about the itinerary from now on,” Chue said.

“So you did have a proper job.”

“Yes. Chue-san works so that her mother-in-law doesn’t pick on her.” Chue sat up straight and took out a wooden slip from her bosom pocket.