The final

Mr. Manager took the news that Victor wants to quit, calmly. He advised Victor to be patient and wait for the decision of the owner of the restaurant, Huangdi. The owner of the restaurant had to consult with a ghostly geomancer and choose a reward for the young man. Victor took a breath, he was glad that everything was going well. Now it was up to the little thing, to notify the hostess of the kitchen that soon she would be left without an employee.
“Mistress,” Victor laid out on a special table things that, in theory, should have had a good Tsukomogami. There were so many things that they could hardly fit on the table. - Here, I brought it!
"I can feel you sweat!" Are you afraid of something? Why is your heart beating so fast?
“I brought good things, Tsukomogami will cook good meals!”
Why do your eyes shine so much? Did something upset you? Did you cry?
“Madam, the manager told me that tomorrow we have to prepare dinner for a large company, a company of a thousand ghosts is expected. The general of the army and his fallen soldiers will sing terrifying songs, brandish weapons and recall stories of heroic deeds. You will need a lot of meat, a lot of rice and a lot of glorious wine! And Mr. Houtu asked to send geishas who would sing songs for the heroes.
“Slave, are you saying that there will be as many Tsukomogami in my kitchen as you brought things?”
- Yes. No.
Oh, your heart is beating even faster! What scared my slave so much?
Ohaguro-Bettari touched her lips with her finger.yain of the restaurant - Huangdi did not finally make a decision. The sun had already set when the steward Houtu entered the kitchen to inform the young man that a gift was ready for him. What he saw angered and shocked the manager. The young man was unconscious. As soon as the steward opened his mouth to say something, Ohaguro-Battari hissed. The mistress of the kitchen now looked like a huge, furious cat. However, the manager of a restaurant for ghosts has seen more than that in his ghostly life. Without taking his eyes off Ohaguro-Battari, he raised his hand and in his hand was a whip. He did the same with the other hand. After that, the mistress of the kitchen was defeated. The whips bound her tightly. She tore, screamed and raged. However, Howtu no longer paid any attention to her. Dogs in red blankets picked up the young man. It took about three days before Victor came to his full senses. He could not be angry with his beautiful mistress, one of the dogs told him the reason why Ohaguro-Battari behaved so cruelly to the young man. A love that had no future drove a Japanese ghost woman crazy.
The young man was waiting for an audience with the owner of the restaurant, and at this time the manager Houtu and the owner of the restaurant Huangdi were talking. Let's listen to what they have to say.
“…the Spirit of Changbanshan Mountain, my uncle, thinks it’s too early, but I have made up my mind.” Now is the time when they can be together. If obstacles are not removed from their path, they will never be able to be together again. This is my gift to the kitchen slave for his hard work. Let heavenly signs contradict their love, but I will reverse the elements. This time he will forget about everything forever. The road to our restaurant will never be opened to him again. You understand me? The owner of the restaurant looked at the manager, “Their love couldn’t happen in the past, it won’t be able to happen in the future if I don’t make a decision now.” The scales of time have swung too long. And now I say yes
- I agree with you, the young man worked hard, and there should be a reward! But here's what I'm worried about, what about the mistress of the kitchen? Her slave will not return to her again.
- Slave V dropped a green button in the kitchen while fighting for his sanity, he no longer needs a button. The story of Princess Xi and the white slave has come full circle and ended. The green button will remain with Ohaguro-Bettari. The mistress of the kitchen will no longer need to look for a slave who will cook the dishes. Tsukomogami - the slave of the green button will remain with her forever, and will fulfill her desires. Let it be so?
“So be it,” said the manager of the ghost restaurant to Houtu.
A young man named Victor walked out the door of the restaurant. For a while, he shook his head in disbelief. It seemed to him that he had forgotten something, but when he heard the sonorous voice of his bride, Anastasia, all extraneous thoughts flew out of his head. Spring is over, hot summer is coming.
“No, mistress, I’m not afraid of anything, I just don’t dare to tell you!”
- I know what you feel! I feel the same!
- Do you understand me? - Victor was delighted, - So you don't mind?
“The cherry blossom petals haven’t flown yet, why should I object? Do you like being my slave? Yes?
“Miss, what are you talking about?”
- The boat floats on the river surface, the owner of the river lit the evening lanterns, women's laughter and men's voices are heard. May languor is felt in the air. Love comes with a warm wind, with morning dew, with the sound of a lonely flute. Now do you understand what I'm talking about?
- No. What you say is very beautiful, but I do not understand the essence of the conversation.
I came to tell you that my work is done. In a few days, your kitchen slave will be gone.
- No.
- What is this? Why are you looking at me like that?
- No, you won't leave. You will stay here forever, the best place on earth is next to me.
- Don't come near me! The manager, Mr. Houtu, told me that the distance between us should always be 15 paces. Why do you keep walking towards me?
- Because you are mine! - Ohaguro-Bettari came close to the young man. - I won't let you leave!
Victor staggered, the eyes of the ghostly mistress of the kitchen captured him! He would have been glad to close his eyes or run away from here, but the Japanese ghost did not allow him to do so.
Just as in childhood it seemed to him that somewhere very close by, a river was rolling its waters, a light breeze was blowing, and a beautiful geisha was sitting on the river bank and singing her gentle song.
Nine years ago, the same wraith Ohaguro-Bettari sent to Victor to destroy the child slave of the kitchen! Then the mirror calendar saved the boy, now no one was going to destroy the body of the young man, now his soul was in danger, but there was no mirror nearby.
The closer Ohaguro-Battari got, the weaker the young man felt. Finally, his legs gave out and he fell.
“Yes,” the hostess of the kitchen smiled with satisfaction, “so be it, your place is at my feet.” Why would you go somewhere when you can be in paradise now? I am your paradise, it's always summer here, the sun always shines here. I am a ghost, so I can live forever, and you will live forever next to me!
The sound of a bell rang out and the elevator doors opened. It was time to load new dishes into the elevator. However, Victor sat motionless and stared at one point.
“Slave,” the mistress of the kitchen pinched the young man painfully by the ear, “are you going to work today?”
- What was it? - the young man looked around the kitchen, - it seemed to me that I was sitting by the river.
“So it was,” the Japanese ghost laughed, “did you have a good rest?” And now to work.
The young man worked continuously day and night. A week passed, the second, and the hostess of the kitchen was not even going to remove the seal of the slave from the forehead of the young man.
Victor has long ceased to feel like a person, a person. Next to the mistress of the kitchen, he was only a slave. Realizing that the days of his work in the kitchen were numbered, the hostess of the ghostly kitchen became more and more ruthless. It no longer looked like love, the feeling of a ghost woman turned into an obsession. The young man was rapidly losing strength, every movement, every step became more and more difficult for him. However, he did not complain, he understood that he would not wait for pity from the hostess of the kitchen. One day, he dropped a dish that Tsukomogami had just made. The mistress of the kitchen punished him mercilessly, the whip struck blow after blow. However, when consciousness left the young man completely, the hostess of the kitchen sat next to him, laid his head on her knees, and sang a song. She stroked and caressed the young man. It is not known how such work for wear and tear would have ended if the household