Labyrinth Restaurant

I was mentally exhausted when I came to the other world and managed to finish my first shocking meal.

Although I managed to put up with saying "unsavory" with my conscience and guts, now my next meal is depressing.

Having finished my meal, I was told by the king to rest in the prepared guest room and was taken by the guide maid to the guest room.

Somehow I imagined a room like one of the hotels, but if I did, that room was big enough for my parents to afford to fit in, and as a general commoner, it seems rather tiresome.

But I honestly took a moment as a maiden on a bed with a canopy like a fairy tale princess sleeping.

I checked the whole room. I wanted to go wash my clothes before I went to bed and asked the maid to show me around.

By the way, you said this samurai was my caretaker, and she told me to order you to do anything.

I'm going to do what I can myself, though, because I'm going to feel sorry for my orders and what they are.

There was a small room a short walk away. Apparently, this is where you washed your hands. Even if it is a small room, it has an unusually large area of about five meters square for washing your hands.

But breadth is not an issue.

No, it feels trivial compared to the bigger problem I'm facing, to be exact.

Sole was placed in the center of the room with a potpound. Delicate floral patterns, which would be at the hands of skilled artisans, will entertain the eyes of the beholder.

In conclusion, the sole was "fitting".

Sure, there can't be a water-washing toilet in the medieval fantasy world, so naturally.

Honestly, even the Japanese-style "stops" by feeling quite resistant.

If you look closely, there is a box with a clean cloth cut to an affordable size on the side. When you're done, you mean wipe it like toilet paper. (Later I learned that only royalty and nobility use cloth and the common people wipe it with a bunch of dry walnuts)

Having tasted the cultural shock in different worlds, I was nevertheless determined to be ready to add something for you, but here was one problem.

The lady who led me here just now hasn't left the room. It's a bit, no, quite resistant to ”do" while people see it, no matter how much of the same sex.

Could she want to add something too? Then maybe I should give you the order first, what a smooth thought I had at this time. Never dreamed she would say such horrible things after this.

said the samurai.

Said it was my job to wipe clean after I added something.

......... Yes? Wipe? What?

Clouding the words, to conclude, she was going to do maintenance on the firing mouth after she ejected the bump.

They say that the highest-ranking members of the royalty and nobility ask their servants to do that with the same feeling of cutting their hair and washing their bodies.

Heh, I see. - That's the kind of culture we have over here. - Then I'll ask for a cloak.

... and I can!!!

I don't have the steel mentality to stand for that, although I don't intend to put my ass on this world's culture.

I said no with all due respect.

But the samurai apparently received that I was reluctant from the words,

Don't hesitate to leave it to me, I've been forcefully told.

From that appearance, I didn't even feel fine dust, such as reluctance to work dirt, and I even felt proud to entertain my guests with the best service. If I hadn't been a party, I would have honestly sent my praise.

... This guy is too professional...

But I also have a line that I can't give way to as a girl of my age.

In the end, I got her out of the room with half a cry and all my sincere words to persuade her. If you hadn't left, half a cry would have turned into a real cry.

A few days later I gathered leading craftsmen and magicians in the power of the brave and succeeded in developing water-washed toilet-shaped magic props (with washlets) by sparing no effort in spending my budget.

It's very painful to use your blood taxes on private matters, but I couldn't stand it.

... me, what the hell are you doing coming all the way to the other world...