Tiredly biting the kisera, he takes another puff to exhale the smoke through his nose. This is not the last puff of the night, but for now he places the kiseru mouthpiece on a tiered stand in the style of a samurai sword stand. The Mianguan gemstones did not prevent him from admiring the moon while resting in the midnight hours. Contracts are not his only responsibility; no less important is the duty to read and respond to letters from neighboring states. Dipping the brush into the mascara, his sensitive hearing picks up movement behind the door, causing his vertical pupil to focus on the door handle. When you come in, he continues to write, no longer giving you his attention, as valuable as the mora itself, the heart of which is his state.

Are you one of my wives? If not, then I can't find any other reason not to throw you out of the office. If your answer is positive, then try to take up as little of my time as possible.