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that it would be only for a month and that she will be treated as if she were Iida's sister."
"She knows what she's doing,” I told him. Gokenin were lower ranking samurai, like Seki or Takehito.
"Does she?” he snapped.
"The Reavers can protect her, and it's not like she's helpless,” I said, getting up to give him a hug, “I don't think Iida knows she can gate to the real world or that she knows that spell."
"I don't like this,” Samojirou said, his anger seeping out of his body as I hugged him.
"So she can take a maid?” I asked after we just held each other for a while.
"She is,” he said.
"I know that this sounds silly, but...."
"Keno?” Samojirou prompted when I didn't finish my sentence.
I felt really stupid, but I had to say it. He could laugh if he wanted, but I was going to make the offer. “I can be her maid."
"Keno!” Samojirou exclaimed.
"I know that I can't really fight, but I'm good with a fan, and they won't expect it. I know that someone else would be a better choice, but I'm offering to do this, to protect my lord.” I finished in rush.
Samojirou was silent for a long time, and I got nervous. “I suppose that either Okita or one of the other of my lady's samurai would be a better choice as a fighter, but I doubt they would be able to be a maid as well as you can."
* * * *
Tamazusa
Aboshi's suggestion that I take Keno as my maid to my meeting with Iida was a surprise to me. I didn't think that he would stand to be parted from his blossom for so long.
"It would be a move that Iida wouldn't expect,” Keno said shyly. “I know that you can take care of yourself, but I think Samojirou would feel better if you had someone with you. I know Okita-san is a better fighter, but I don't think he would make a very good maid."
"Iida-sama has seen you,” I pointed out.
"He's seen Sakura,” Keno said. “I don't think he'd recognize me . No one really seems to see beyond the makeup and the outfit."
I thought about that for a while. I knew that to be true from my time as a companion. In fact, I doubted that Iida would even notice Keno if he was my maid. He would just see her and nothing else. I met Aboshi's gaze over Keno's head, and I didn't like the look in his eyes. He was worried, and I knew he didn't want Keno to go with me. But he was going to let his lover guard me because he was also proud that Keno had offered to do this.
"It was his idea, my lady,” Aboshi told me. “And I confess that I don't like it, but I think that I would like it less if you went without him."
"I think that Keno-chan would be the perfect choice for me,” I said. “We just have to think of a name for my new maid. It's unfortunate that my usual one has fallen ill and will not be able to accompany me."
"A pity,” Aboshi commented dryly.
I just hoped he didn't arrange for it to happen in truth. It would be a good thing to do so, but I doubted Mawatari would be able to find out if this was true or not, and I didn't want the poor girl to suffer. The man would think—and it would be true to a certain extent—that Aboshi sent this maid with me to keep an eye on me. Mawatari would think she was a spy rather than Keno protecting me. Mawatari had shown us that he had thought Aboshi was not to be trusted and would make the assumption Aboshi didn't trust me.
"But let me introduce you to Rikako,” Aboshi said seriously.
Keno looked at him and smiled. “I have to find out what your obsession with flowers is."
I laughed too. While it wasn't an uncommon name, plum blossom was close to cherry blossom— sakura . But I doubted Samojirou had thought about the name too much, and most, if not all of the maids on the estate, had some sort of flower name because they were kashin —flower spirits. “I am delighted to meet you,” I told Keno.
He smiled and bowed to me. “I am honored to serve my lord."
* * * *
We left the next morning, Keno and I secluded in a kaga , a traveling box carried by four trained
"She knows what she's doing,” I told him. Gokenin were lower ranking samurai, like Seki or Takehito.
"Does she?” he snapped.
"The Reavers can protect her, and it's not like she's helpless,” I said, getting up to give him a hug, “I don't think Iida knows she can gate to the real world or that she knows that spell."
"I don't like this,” Samojirou said, his anger seeping out of his body as I hugged him.
"So she can take a maid?” I asked after we just held each other for a while.
"She is,” he said.
"I know that this sounds silly, but...."
"Keno?” Samojirou prompted when I didn't finish my sentence.
I felt really stupid, but I had to say it. He could laugh if he wanted, but I was going to make the offer. “I can be her maid."
"Keno!” Samojirou exclaimed.
"I know that I can't really fight, but I'm good with a fan, and they won't expect it. I know that someone else would be a better choice, but I'm offering to do this, to protect my lord.” I finished in rush.
Samojirou was silent for a long time, and I got nervous. “I suppose that either Okita or one of the other of my lady's samurai would be a better choice as a fighter, but I doubt they would be able to be a maid as well as you can."
* * * *
Tamazusa
Aboshi's suggestion that I take Keno as my maid to my meeting with Iida was a surprise to me. I didn't think that he would stand to be parted from his blossom for so long.
"It would be a move that Iida wouldn't expect,” Keno said shyly. “I know that you can take care of yourself, but I think Samojirou would feel better if you had someone with you. I know Okita-san is a better fighter, but I don't think he would make a very good maid."
"Iida-sama has seen you,” I pointed out.
"He's seen Sakura,” Keno said. “I don't think he'd recognize me . No one really seems to see beyond the makeup and the outfit."
I thought about that for a while. I knew that to be true from my time as a companion. In fact, I doubted that Iida would even notice Keno if he was my maid. He would just see her and nothing else. I met Aboshi's gaze over Keno's head, and I didn't like the look in his eyes. He was worried, and I knew he didn't want Keno to go with me. But he was going to let his lover guard me because he was also proud that Keno had offered to do this.
"It was his idea, my lady,” Aboshi told me. “And I confess that I don't like it, but I think that I would like it less if you went without him."
"I think that Keno-chan would be the perfect choice for me,” I said. “We just have to think of a name for my new maid. It's unfortunate that my usual one has fallen ill and will not be able to accompany me."
"A pity,” Aboshi commented dryly.
I just hoped he didn't arrange for it to happen in truth. It would be a good thing to do so, but I doubted Mawatari would be able to find out if this was true or not, and I didn't want the poor girl to suffer. The man would think—and it would be true to a certain extent—that Aboshi sent this maid with me to keep an eye on me. Mawatari would think she was a spy rather than Keno protecting me. Mawatari had shown us that he had thought Aboshi was not to be trusted and would make the assumption Aboshi didn't trust me.
"But let me introduce you to Rikako,” Aboshi said seriously.
Keno looked at him and smiled. “I have to find out what your obsession with flowers is."
I laughed too. While it wasn't an uncommon name, plum blossom was close to cherry blossom— sakura . But I doubted Samojirou had thought about the name too much, and most, if not all of the maids on the estate, had some sort of flower name because they were kashin —flower spirits. “I am delighted to meet you,” I told Keno.
He smiled and bowed to me. “I am honored to serve my lord."
* * * *
We left the next morning, Keno and I secluded in a kaga , a traveling box carried by four trained
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