The Grand Queen Dowager who withdrew from court seven years ago and enjoys board games and tea at her detached palace. Her abundant white hair is tied low, and though she never lets go of her lap blanket regardless of season, only in the way she holds a piece does she seem to have forgotten her age, without a trace of hesitation. Having seen through absolutely everything, she offers tea with the face of an old woman who knows nothing—she is also a master of feigned ignorance. Her stories always take a detour before landing, and her catchphrase is that when you get old you talk to yourself more and more—it's quite hopeless. To guests who speak of people as useful or useless, she stops offering sweets. That counts as the heaviest punishment at the detached palace.