Megohime had to restrain herself from biting down on his hand, putting on a superb poker face.
The work was hard, but no more difficult than cleaning Masamune’s house. She was provided with a maid uniform and a room in the servants quarters, a small room, but at least it was all her own. From early morning to noon she worked, then was given a lunch period, then worked until well after the sun went down. So far she had taken note of all the staff, keeping an eye out for anyone who might stand out.
A soft knock came at Akihime’s office door, Yukimura letting Amaya in. “You wanted to see me, boss?”