When Her Majesty and I go down already there were no guests and the lights had become the minimum. Inside the shop cleaning had finished and there was no smell of liquor. One middle-aged man was standing. He found Her Majesty, immediately understood who it was I suppose, lowered his head,
"Oya, are you leaving? Shall I prepare a carriage?"
"Please."
A man with the air of a floor chief of the shadows, his build does not look that good but there is something that makes me think he is surely strong.
The carriage came at once. It seems to be this shop's carriage.
"Then the rest I leave to you."
To Her Majesty who says a rough thing the man smiles and bows once,
"Please leave it to me."
he says. With this even if he goes up to the second floor and sees the two sleeping he would not be surprised I suppose. He would surely be amazed. No, perhaps he is used to seeing that kind of view.
