Living in a Shield World
Perasa Flower Garden

PERASA FLOWER GARDEN

I lived in the back of the kitchen for a year. My hard work in the garden yielded perfect results, the garden became very beautiful. I just tidied up, indeed from the beginning this garden has been very charming.

Maybe this used to be a garden for Kingdom flavored flower stock, but not maintained. There are nine circles, for each flavor flower. And one dead tree that was supposed to be where the white mushroom grew.

Around it are many peach trees and apples, no venison here, but I can eat all those plants. To live in a foreign city, without hunger.

In my third year of work, finally all the flavorings blossom flourished. I always prank around asking mom about how to grow flavored flowers and white mushrooms. Mother answered unsuspectingly, which she said I practiced in the garden.

Father and mother, respecting all my decisions, without asking much. Having parents like them is my ultimate happiness.

After three years, the task of washing My King's tableware, has finally officially become mine. Kelly couldn't stand the wound, the extra money for washing My King's cutlery ran out to buy burn medicine.

Today, the main office is busy, they go back and forth asking for food from the kitchen, the chef changed five times because of too many tasks. He said many visits from various cities in Rocks, they had to make a lot of documents in many languages.

I was supposed to be on holiday today, but because of this visit, we all had to go to work. There was no My King equipment to wash, so I was ordered to the main meeting place to clean up there.

I was asked to clear the tables where the messengers came. All of them are the higher-ups of the buffer tribe and filler tribe in Rocks. So they are very old, and still speak the native language.

The filler tribe is very much and has a fairly similar language, I heard a debate, because many mistranslations on small screen tablets for each messenger. One table, one messenger, one small screen tablet.

It's the last day, and they're still arguing about language. On the stage of the meeting room was a large screen containing the original script of My King's welcome speech, and many of the achievements that Kingdom had achieved over the past ten years. The screen is in many languages.

What they were arguing about was on that big screen, I was just observing while providing food for them.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Millard came to the main hall.

"Ok, that's enough, it seems you're too tired to continue this task. Rest up!"

"But Mr Millard, the translation is still a mess, we don't want Kingdom to be a laughing stock".

"Indeed no one can match the royal family, you are calm, we are used to mistranslating. If they are confused, there are many languages on the big screen, just match the meaning", Mr. Millard resigned.

"Jenny, you and your subordinates have these scattered documents in order, and do not move the small-screen tablet on the messenger tables, it is difficult to match the filling tribe, leave the big screen on, let them remember where the unfinished work is" Millard's very long command.

While washing the utensils, Jenny and friends always leave me to clean up the rest. Three years with them doesn't make us any more familiar.

"Hannah here's the key to the room, don't forget to turn the lights off" either, Miss Jenny.

Hmmm, alone, what the hell did the employee fuss about?, let me see on the big screen.

There are some translations that are not correct. I looked back around, no one. I used to operate a big screen like this, while on the Edge, maybe the same way.

My nosy soul played, I was anxious about the wrong translation, it could make a misunderstanding, I corrected many languages. They are highly educated, but they suck. The tablet was also placed in the wrong chair. I saw the language on the tablet, and the name of the tribe on his desk, right half of the tablet was misplaced.

It's been a busy day, I must have slept well tonight.

"Millard called!, Millard called !"

What time is it, isn't it five o'clock in the morning, what's up Millard?, "Hannah, you forgot it's the day of the great gathering, you should be here, before My King comes, before My King comes, My King will come in the morning, check the translation, because there is always something wrong and a b c", paaaaaaaaaaaaaang Millard explained, it feels enough when used for bathing and breakfast.

"Well, Mr. Millard, I'll come, where I live close by", there was a sound of relief from there, as if Milard had just realized I was living behind the kitchen building.

Peach and apple juice plus green flavorings for breakfast today, colorful white mushroom chips, the rest I wait for food from My King's stroller.

In the kitchen, the chefs were ready, with their tools, six o'clock in the morning already busy.

I delivered breakfast to My King, this time being escorted to the meeting room. He was very gallant in his white shirt, his body upright his gaze was sharp, reading the writing on the big screen.

"Millard, come here, are you sure our employees are working on this?", My King asked Millard.

"Yes Your Majesty, I believe just like the other tribal meeting moments, there must be a lot wrong huh?", Millard's voice went limp.

"It's not that Millard, on the contrary, this is a perfect translation, as the original tribe wrote, amazingly, I have to reward them", Millard was confused but kept smiling.

When the meeting began, I accompanied My King, to fetch food and drink. Up to a year I had to wear a mask and gloves to serve My King, because his sweat and saliva could not be touched carelessly, he said because they had been poisoned.

My King praised the translator's hard work, "The speech was very successful, one of the translations made the event so smooth because of the many protests. Now that it's really on time, you guys are working hard, Millard give them the access coin prize".

Then My King spoke the language of many local tribes west of Edges. The translators were silent, unresponsive, unlucky My King knew it wasn't their work, the translation of the filler tribe in western Edges was most wrong.

I could only sculpt, behind the corner of the room waiting behind the My King food stroller. I hope my prank is not caught.

Until the end of the show, I'm safe. All the officers ate but me. My King first left the building after all the messengers came home, I accidentally went into the laundry room, then ate the rest of My King's food, nothing was wrong, everything was delicious, no problem.

"Hannah, what are you doing?!", Jenny's voice startled me, "Hmm this ma'am, I'm hungry, so I ate the rest of My King".

" A a I brought food for you, I see you haven't eaten anything from the morning", Ms. Jenny noticed me, she met me while carrying a bowl of egg soup, and milk.

"You don't hurt Hannah, eat all this" pointing to My King's stroller.

"What's wrong, Miss Jenny, I eat it a lot, probably because my food is a mess so it doesn't matter, please don't tell anyone. But, the cooking for My King was really delicious".

"You sure Hannah's okay?, I nodded.

Then he left me, after putting me a bowl of soup and warm milk. I hope Miss Jenny doesn't tell anyone that I can eat My King's food.