The Apothecary Diaries: Volume 14 [Parts 1 to 3] by Natsu Hyuuga

Author:Natsu Hyuuga
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Light Novel, partial, mystery, anime, drama, female protagonist, history, eunuchs, print by square enix
Publisher: J-Novel Club (generated)

Chapter 3: The Shin Heirloom

A bell rang to mark the time.

“All right, I think we should get going,” said Lahan, standing up. Maomao, resigned, stood with him, and the freak strategist followed vacantly after. “We’re counting on you, Brother!” Lahan said to his older brother.

“Yeah, sure,” said Lahan’s Brother, but he didn’t sound very comfortable about it. They left two bodyguards, with only one of them accompanying Maomao and the rest—it was the man who had been watching the strategist the entire time.

“Erfan, keep an eye on my father to make sure he doesn’t wander off,” Lahan said.

“Yes, sir,” said the man. His name, Erfan, meant number two and presumably implied that he was one of the people the strategist had plucked for himself. Maomao approved: it was a nice, easy name to remember.

Erfan was somewhere in his thirties, and certainly built like a bodyguard. He had wide-ish eyes and lacked what one might call an obvious zest for life, but that would probably happen to anyone who spent every day looking after the freak strategist.

The occupants of the Shin table rose as they approached. The lady of the family, the aide, and one other young man left the banquet. This being Lahan, he had probably reached out to the Shin clan before this meeting in order to arrange when and where they should talk.

Indeed, he followed them into the same private meeting room. Several of the rooms were already in use; little tags indicating as much dangled on the doors.

Inside the room was a long table with three chairs on each side. They would converse three-on-three, with one guard each.

“Ah, my friends! I must thank you for accepting my most humble invitation, especially you, mistress,” Lahan enthused.

Will you listen to this asshole? Maomao thought. Lahan had his business face on even harder than usual.

The freak strategist was just being the freak strategist; Erfan, meanwhile, held a bottle of fruit juice and a bag that emitted a sweet aroma.

“Heh heh heh. Mistress indeed. Very cute. And to what do I owe the honor of an invitation from the ever-aloof La clan?”

Aloof? I think she means outcast.

Maomao, however, kept her thoughts to herself. Lahan was doing the talking because the freak strategist couldn’t be relied on to offer a proper greeting. Under any other circumstances, people would not have smiled on Lahan speaking directly to a social superior.

“Shall we sit?” the mistress said, and finally they were able to take a seat. (Erfan had already had to restrain the strategist from just sitting down when he felt like it.)

Maomao sat at the end of their row. She had no choice but to sit next to the freak strategist, but she tried to slide her chair over so she was at least sort of a bit farther away.

I’m gonna make Lahan buy me off in herbs the next chance I get.

Maomao was having to suck it up a lot at this meeting.

“Now, I gather you have some enticing offer for us,” said the mistress.

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