Room 201
The atmosphere in the private room was bizarre beyond belief. The man and two women inside had done none of the things others might have imagined. Instead, all three maintained extremely solemn kneeling postures.
That posture was generally reserved for major occasions in Inazuma. Customs like these, laden with formalities, usually shared one trait: they were uncomfortable.
After half an hour of sitting like that, anyone trying to stand would find their legs numb and senseless.
Was such a formal sitting posture really necessary in an izakaya? Wasn't that just making themselves uncomfortable?
In truth, Yucheng was cursing inwardly too. The only reason he was sitting like this was that Kujou Sara thought his punishment had been too lenient, so she had made him assume this posture while she lectured him.
Fortunately, after an hour, Kujou Sara's lecture finally ended. Only then did Yucheng feel that this woman was rather inflexible. Had she gone into any other line of work, she would very likely have failed to make a living. Yet she really had chosen the right profession-a soldier-and had even risen to the rank of general.
After spending an hour downstairs listening in, the proprietor, Okazaki, finally had a legitimate excuse to deliver food to the guests in Room 201. To satisfy his curiosity, he carried the dishes up himself rather than sending a server.
The instant he opened the door, Okazaki noticed the utterly bizarre atmosphere inside. The young man was slumped to one side, constantly pounding his legs with his hands, his face full of exhaustion and helplessness.
As for the two women, Lady Kujou Sara still wore her usual stern, imposing expression as she knelt to one side. Miss Kuki Shinobu leaned against the wall behind Lady Kujou, her expression hidden by her mask.