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Maru-MA ~ (Spanish) Terminología específica y nombres

2015-02-24T14:23:07Z

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==Nombres de personajes==
Los mazoku siempre usan el apellido primero.<br />
Los humanos siempre usan el nombre de pila primero.

{| class="wikitable"
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! Japonés !! Español
|-
| 渋谷有利 (原宿不利)|| Shibuya Yuuri (Harajuku Fuuri) (Su Majestad)
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| 村田健 || Murata Ken (Su Alteza)
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| フォンビ－レフェルト卿ヴォルフラム || Lord von Bielefeld Wolfram (Su Excelencia, ex Príncipe)
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|ウェラー卿コンラート || Lord Weller Conrart (Conrad) (Su Excelencia, ex Príncipe)
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| フォンクライスト卿ギュンター || Lord von Christ Günter (Su Excelencia)
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| フォンヴォルテール卿グウェンダル || Lord von Voltaire Gwendal (Su Excelencia, ex Príncipe)
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| グリエ・ヨザック || Gurrier Josak
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| フォンクライスト卿ギーゼラ || Lady von Christ Gisela (Su Excelencia. "Sargento", no es su puesto real)
|-
| フォンシュピッツヴェーグ卿ツェツィーリエ || Lady von Spitzberg Cäcilie (Cherie) (Su Excelencia, ex Reina. Su Alteza la ex Maou)
|-
| フォンシュピッツヴェーグ卿シュトッフェル || Lord von Spitzberg Stuffel
|-
| グリーセラ卿ゲーゲンヒューバー || Lord Grisela Gegenhuber
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| 二コラ || Nicola
|-
| グレタ || Greta Shibuya (Princesa, Princesa del reino perdido de Sorashia)
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| フォングランツ・アーダルベルト || Von Grantz Adalbert
|-
| フォンカーベルニコフ卿アニシナ || Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina (Su Excelencia)
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| フォンカーベルニコフ卿デンシャム || Lord von Karbelnikoff Densham (Su Excelencia)
|-
| フォンウィンコット卿スザナ・ジュリア || Lady von Wincott Susanna Julia
|-
| フォンウィンコット卿デル・キアスン || Lord von Wincott Delchias
|-
| x ||
|-
| x ||
|-
| x ||
|-
| x ||
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| フォンビーレフェルト卿ヴァルトラーナ || Lord von Bielefeld Waltorana
|-
| ステファン・ファンバレン || Stefan Fanberlain (Fanfan)
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| x || Capitán Sizemore
|-
| リリット・ラッチー・ナナタン・ミコタン・ダカスコス || Dacascos, Micotan Dacascos Lilit Latchie
|-
| フリン・ギルビット || Flynn Gilbert
|-
| シュバリエ || Chevallier ("mayordomo" de Cheri)
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| ナイジェルワイズ・マキシーン || Nigel Weisz Maxine
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| ノーマン・ギルビット || Norman Gilbert
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| x || T-zou (oveja)
|-
| ダンヒーリー・ウェラー || Dunheely Weller
|-
| アンブリン || Amblin (Esposa de Dacascos, nombrada a partir de comida: an purin, pudin de anko. Apodo "Blin")
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| ヒスクライフ || Hyscliff de Misshinai
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| ベアトリス || Beatrice
|-
| イェルシー || Yelshi
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| サラレギー || Saralegui (Su Majestad)
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| 渋谷勝利 || Shibuya Shouri
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| 渋谷勝馬 || Shibuya Shouma
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| 渋谷美子 || Shibuya Miko (Jennifer)
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| x || 24 Maou, Lord von Radfor Bertrand (el Rey León)
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| x || 23 Maou, Lord von Karbelnikoff Jeanott (conocido como un regente estricto)
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| x || 22 Maou, Lord von Roberski Arsenio (conocido como un hombre de gran poder militar)
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| x || 21 Maou, Lord von Gyllenhaal Dwayne (el Rey Beligerante)
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| x || 20 Maou, Lord von Henstridge Davison (el Carnicero)
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| x || 19 Maou, Lord von Rocheford Basilio (el Rey Brutal)
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| x || 15 Maou, Lady von Trantinian Yaft Grisela (la Reina Corta Cabezas)
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| x || 14 Maou,Lady von Wincott Brittany (la Reina de las Matanzas)
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| x || 7 Maou, Lord von Voltaire Forgeas
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| x || Señora Ohno (vecina de Yuuri)
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| 橋本麻美 || Hashimoto Asami ("novia" de Yuuri)
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| x || Benila
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| アビゲイル・グレイブス || April Graves
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| 眞王 || Shinou (rey original)
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| 大賢者 || Daikenja (gran sabio)
|-
| x ||
|-
|}

==Lugares y objetos==
Los significados de los nombres de los objetos solo serán explicados una vez con una nota al pie; pero se utilizará el termino original siempre. Pueden ver el significado entre paréntesis a modo de referencia.

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Japonés !! Español
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| x || maken (espada demoníaca, Mörgif)
|-
| x || mateki (flauta demoníaca)
|-
| x || maseki (piedra demoníaca)
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| x || houseki (piedra divina)
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| x || Shou Shimaron (Shimaron pequeño)
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| x || Dai Shimaron (Shimagon grande)
|-
| x || Seisakoku (tierra sagrada)
|-
| x || Van dar Via
|-
| x || Sverera
|-
| x || kotsuhizoku (huesos de la tribu del aire) (apodo: Kohi)
|-
| x || kotsugyozoku (huesos de la tribu pez)
|-
| x || kotsuchizoku (huesos de la tribu de la tierra) (apodo: Kochi)
|-
| x || Territorio Rochefort
|-
| x || Territorio Radford
|-
| x || Territorio Christ
|-
| x || Territorio Wincott
|-
| x || Territorio Grantz
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| x || Territorio Bielefeld
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| x || Territorio Voltaire
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| x || Territorio Karbelnikoff
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| x || Territorio Gyllenhaal
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| x || Territorio Spitzberg
|-
| x || Ruttenberg
|-
| x || Arnold
|-
| x || Gresla
|-
| x || Conashia
|-
| x || Trimia
|-
| x || Nasela
|-
|}

==Terminología general==

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Japonés !! Español
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| へなちょこ (henachoko)|| principiante/novato
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| x || majutsu (técnicas demoníacas)
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| x || maryoku (poder demoniaco)
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| x || houjutsu (técnicas divinas)
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| x || houryoku (poder divino)
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| 魔族 || mazoku (raza demoníaca)
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| x || shinzoku (raza divina)
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| x || soukoku (doble negro)
|-
| x ||
|-
| x ||
|-

|}

MA Series:Names and Terminology Guideline

2015-02-24T14:22:59Z

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==Names==
Mazokus always use last name first.<br />
Humans always use first name first.

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Japanese !! English
|-
| 渋谷有利 (原宿不利)|| Shibuya Yuuri (Harajuku Fuuri) (Your Majesty)
|-
| 村田健 || Murata Ken (Your Highness)
|-
| フォンビ－レフェルト卿ヴォルフラム || Lord von Bielefeld Wolfram (Your Excellency, former Prince)
|-
|ウェラー卿コンラート || Lord Weller Conrart (Conrad) (Your Excellency, former Prince)
|-
| フォンクライスト卿ギュンター || Lord von Christ Günter (Your Excellency)
|-
| フォンヴォルテール卿グウェンダル || Lord von Voltaire Gwendal (Your Excellency, former Prince)
|-
| グリエ・ヨザック || Gurrier Josak
|-
| フォンクライスト卿ギーゼラ || Lady von Christ Gisela (Your Excellency. "Sargent", it's not a real possition)
|-
| フォンシュピッツヴェーグ卿ツェツィーリエ || Lady von Spitzberg Cäcilie (Cherie) (Your Excellency, former Queen, Her Royal Highness the Former Queen)
|-
| フォンシュピッツヴェーグ卿シュトッフェル || Lord von Spitzberg Stuffel
|-
| グリーセラ卿ゲーゲンヒューバー || Lord von Grisela Gegenhuber
|-
| 二コラ || Nicola
|-
| グレタ || Greta (Princess, Princess of the abandoned country of Zorashia)
|-
| フォングランツ・アーダルベルト || Von Grantz Adalbert
|-
| フォンカーベルニコフ卿アニシナ || Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina (Your Excellency)
|-
| フォンカーベルニコフ卿デンシャム || Lord von Karbelnikoff Densham (Your Excellency)
|-
| フォンウィンコット卿スザナ・ジュリア || Lady von Wincott Susanna Julia
|-
| フォンウィンコット卿デル・キアスン || Lord von Wincott Delchias
|-
| フォンビーレフェルト卿ヴァルトラーナ || Lord von Bielefeld Waltorana
|-
| ステファン・ファンバレン || Stefan Fanberlain (Fanfan)
|-
| x || Captain Sizemore
|-
| リリット・ラッチー・ナナタン・ミコタン・ダカスコス || Dakaskos - Micotan Dakaskos Lilit Latchie
|-
| フリン・ギルビット || Flynn Gilbert
|-
| シュバリエ || Chevallier (Cheri's "buttler")
|-
| ナイジェルワイズ・マキシーン || Nigel Weisz Maxine
|-
| ノーマン・ギルビット || Norman Gilbert
|-
| x || T-zou (sheep)
|-
| ダンヒーリー・ウェラー || Dunheely Weller
|-
| アンブリン || Amblin (Dacascos's wife, her name is based on food: an purin, anko puding. Nickname "Blin")
|-
| ヒスクライフ || Hyscliff from Misshinai
|-
| ベアトリス || Beatrice
|-
| イェルシー || Yelshi
|-
| サラレギー || Saralegui (Your Majesty)
|-
| 渋谷勝利 || Shibuya Shouri
|-
| 渋谷勝馬 || Shibuya Shouma
|-
| 渋谷美子 || Shibuya Miko (Jennifer)
|-
| x || 24 Maou, Lord von Radfor Bertrand (The Lion King)
|-
| x || 23 Maou, Lord von Karbelnikoff Jeanott (Strict Ruler)
|-
| x || 22 Maou, Lord von Roberski Arsenio (famous as a powerful military man)
|-
| x || 21 Maou, Lord von Gyllenhaal Dwayne (The Beligerent King)
|-
| x || 20 Maou, Lord von Henstridge Davison (The Slaughterer)
|-
| x || 19 Maou, Lord von Rocheford Basilio (The Brutal King)
|-
| x || 15 Maou, Lady von Trantinian Yaft Grisela (The Head-cutter Queen)
|-
| x || 14 Maou,Lady von Wincott Brittany (The Bloodshed Queen)
|-
| x || 7 Maou, Lord von Voltaire Forgeas
|-
| x || Mrs. Ohno (Yuuri's neighbor)
|-
| 橋本麻美 || Hashimoto Asami (Yuuri's "girlfriend")
|-
| x || Benila
|-
| アビゲイル・グレイブス || April Graves
|-
| 眞王 || Shinou (Original King)
|-
| 大賢者 || Daikenja (Great Sage)
|-
| x ||
|-
|}

==Places and objects==

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Japanese !! English
|-
| x || maken (demon sword, Mörgif)
|-
| x || mateki (demon flute)
|-
| x || maseki (demon stone)
|-
| x || houseki (holy stone)
|-
| x || Shou Shimaron (Small Shimaron)
|-
| x || Dai Shimaron (Big Shimagon)
|-
| x || Seisakoku (holy land)
|-
| x || Van dar Via
|-
| x || Sverera
|-
| x || kotsuhizoku (flying bone tribe) (short name: Kohi)
|-
| x || kotsugyozoku (fish bone tribe)
|-
| x || kotsuchizoku (earth bone tribe) (short name: Kochi)
|-
| x || Rochefort territory
|-
| x || Radford territory
|-
| x || Christ territory
|-
| x || Wincott territory
|-
| x || Grantz territory
|-
| x || Bielefeld territory
|-
| x || Voltaire territory
|-
| x || Karbelnikoff territory
|-
| x || Gyllenhaal territory
|-
| x || Spitzberg territory
|-
| x || Ruttenberg
|-
| x || Arnold
|-
| x || Gresla
|-
| x || Conashia
|-
| x || Trimia
|-
| x || Nasela
|-
|}

==General terminology==

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Japanese !! English
|-
| へなちょこ (henachoko)|| rookie/novice/noob
|-
| x || majutsu (demon techniques)
|-
| x || maryoku (demon power)
|-
| x || houjutsu (holy techniques)
|-
| x || houryoku (holy power)
|-
| 魔族 || mazoku (demon race)
|-
| x || shinzoku (holy race)
|-
| x || soukoku (double black)
|-
| x ||
|-
| x ||
|-

|}

MaruMA:Volume10:Chapter 3

2015-01-13T14:52:52Z

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===Chapter 3===

There are loud and hurried footsteps coming down the wet stone stairs.

How many days has it been since there was last a soldier passing by? Usually there isn’t much light shining into this underground prison, the only thing on the mossy stone floor is a cracked bowl.

Although there’s still half a bowl of water in there, time has long since turned it sour.

At the bottom of the stone steps, the castle’s lowest steel gates are creaking open, and the footsteps of two people approach closer.

One is the familiar clack of army boots, but the other one doesn’t walk like a prison guard, looks like both visitors’ shoes and physiques are fundamentally different.

Maybe it’s an executioner here to deal punishment, or maybe it’s another comrade who got caught.

The man thinks dazedly, but he remains motionless, lying on the damp stone floor with his back against the cell door.

After so many interrogations and much physical violence, his body has long since fallen to the pressure. Even if there weren’t cuffs on his limbs, he doesn’t know where to run to.

The rusty bow-shaped lock makes a screeching sound of metal, and the floor, its color changed by the perpetual moisture, is lit up.

“That’s right, it’s this guy.”

Just as he’s wondering at the familiarity of the voice, he’s kicked viciously in the back.

As he’s splayed over the floor, groaning, this time he’s kicked in the side, forcing his body to face forward.

“What a bother.”

A man raises the bright torch in his left hand, mumbling cynically.

“So you haven’t died, after all.”

“…Ah…”

The prisoner swallows the words on the tip of his tongue, not that he could have voiced those words anyway.

In his blurred vision, he can see the other party’s golden hair sparkling in the orange flames.

“Hey, you sure are sleeping like it’s nothing. To get to this lowest-level underground prison, do you know how many crimes I had to commit?”

The tall man with the prison guard—Adalbert von Grantz continuously makes a piercing, gleeful laugh.

“Not only did I eat and drink without paying, vandalized city property, I even sold roast biscuits with drinks without a license!”

How could such a petty criminal be locked together with the mastermind who disrupted the national order?

“But you sure look bad, looks like prisoners are the same in every country.”

“This man is the sinner who attempted to take King Saralegui’s life, he’s different from the other convicts.”

The prison guard replies self-righteously, in a tone of unwavering determination in this truth.

“But no matter how we interrogate him, he simply refuses to reveal his companion’s names.”

“Maybe your interrogation methods are too gentlemanly? How interesting, this guy was a high-level general in the military not too long ago. Who knew he would have fallen so far, so quickly.”

Adalbert bends his knees and squats down, grabbing the silent man’s chin. Although he’s covered in bristles now, not long ago he was very clean-shaven.

Normally, this condition could never be found on a Shou Shimaron soldier.

“It’s this guy all right, I’m taking him.”

“No way, this wasn’t what we…”

Adalbert waves his large hand, throwing the prison guard who was grabbing him at the bars, and then he kicks the prisoner in the stomach, speaking to him in a familiar tone and lifting up his entire curled body.

“Oh, yeah, there’s something you might like to hear. Wanna hear it?”

“…Whate…”

At first he wanted to say ‘whatever’, but the other party doesn’t give him a chance to reply. This part hasn’t changed either.

“That king who got ahead of you, the boat he’s on…”

These unexpected words make his back twitch subconsciously, which then makes him moan in pain.

“The way I see it, it won’t work, something will probably happen.”

“Why?!”

“Aiya, shouldn’t you be very happy?”

His tone is even sterner than imagined.

Come to think of it, something like this happened before, a long time ago.

But before he can remember what it was like, Nigel Weiss Maxine loses his consciousness.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Which idiot would believe such a far-fetched thing?

Shibuya Shouri put his cellphone on his shoulder, purposely raising his voice as he spoke.

The shocking truth his brother’s friend told him is still echoing in his mind, but his ears are listening to a regular time enquiry service.

“Hey, Sapp<ref>Bob Sapp, American wrestler famous in Japan</ref>? It’s me, it’s me!”

As expected. Murata Ken leans in closer, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for his bad jokes.

“I’m not looking for that Bob. Besides, which scamming syndicate would call robot cops?”

“…Not robot cops, it’s ROBOCOP!”

“I don’t care if it’s crop, copper, Crocop or Coppola<ref>he actual joke here is ‘carrot, radish, Crocop or Coppola’, so I changed it. Crocop = Mirko Crocop, Japanese K-1 fighter. Coppola = Francis Ford Coppola, director of ‘The Godfather’.</ref>, just help me get Bob! I’m sure you’re really worried for your brother’s safety, right? Brother of my friend. I’m begging you, do me a favor since we’re both glasses guys.”

“Not cute at all, now if it was some glasses girls club, that might still be cuter.”

Finally fed up being bothered by the brat, he scrolls down the ‘B’ list in his contacts. Bonda Tetsuro (friend), Boston Shop (hotel), Bowling King (bowling arena), Boris Akademi (exchange student).

“Bob, Bob… got it. Murata, listen closely, if it doesn’t get through then you gotta give up. If he’s not in the country, I can’t reach him. Because my phone can’t connect with the system over in Europe.”

“As long as you’re willing to give him a call. I won’t complain about your crappy phone, just make the call already.”

“Really, brats should be sincere when asking for favors…”

Shouri’s grouching is abruptly cut short once he hears the dial tone.

For some reason, behind the ridiculous amount of background noise, there’s a hearty American greeting.

How unlucky, they actually got the guy the brat wanted.

“Hi, Shibuya! It’s been a while, why are you calling me now?”

“Bob?! Where on earth are you!”

But the other end of the phone is nothing but ‘shuu—’ or ‘babeebabee—’ noises. Maybe it’s because the phone is an old model, all they can hear is the background sounds, including even a rhythmic drum beat.

“This voice is JUNIOR, you’re JUNIOR, right? Wo—Yee—Heh--! I’m dancing the samba now! Sing, samba! Dance, samba!”

He’s in Brazil? Shouri grips the phone firmly again.

“Don’t call me JUNIOR, I’m not your son. Back to the point, are you in Rio? Rio de Janeiro?”

“No, Shouri, I’m in… shopping street. Since yesterday I’ve been at a business meeting… joining the shopping street’s New Year’s festival. Hayahe—! With the beat of the samba, everyone works like thunder<ref>Sorry, the joke’s already lost in Chinese orz</ref>!”

“Are you telling me a bad joke?! And in Japanese, too. How far do your travels bring you?”

The eldest son of the Shibuya house ‘tsks’ at the phone receiver.

Having such a crazy sunglasses dude as a leader, is the world economy okay?

And this uncle is also the Maou of the entire world, looks like the future of the earth isn’t so bright.

“Bob, Bob took the call? Is it the real Bob?”

Beside him, Murata’s lenses are shining, and he’s as excited as though it’s his first time discovering matsutake mushrooms.

“Oh, yeah. A brat called Murata came to my place, and he wanted to find you urgently.”

“Murata? Who’s that…”

Murata quickly grabs Shouri’s phone before the American enjoying a samba New Year’s festival starts reminiscing about the past, yelling into the phone and waving at the man who’s obviously not there to see him.

“Bob? I’m Henry. Well, honestly that’s not my identity now, but you should be more familiar with this name, right?”

Another unfamiliar name. Shouri can’t help but frown.

“That’s right, I’m Henry Regent. But now I’m called Murata Ken, and using Murata’s identity, I just want to say, ‘It’s nice to meet you, good day’.”

Is this really their first meeting? The introduction right now is spoken in French, but everything before that was fluent English.

He had heard that Yuu-chan’s friend here has a high test score, but he didn’t think that his English was so good, too.

“Sorry for the sudden call, Bob, but I urgently need someone who can help me get to that world. If there isn’t anyone, then a thing or a place will do. The place where Lord Weller came to earth, wasn’t there a power user who helped summon him of their own accord?”

Now they’re talking about a man who came to earth from another world.

That world and earth? What world is ‘that world’?

Mars, or Venus?

Don’t tell me it’s warping to an alternate world?

Don’t tell me that before the universal clock starts its countdown, the era of Star Trek is already here? Hearing the reason for his brother’s disappearance, Shouri can’t help but think that way, and do he asks,

“What? What do you mean? You’re saying that Yuu-chan didn’t travel in a spaceship or a machine, but physically went straight through a black hole?”

“That’s absolutely right. And not a black hole, the first time he was flushed down a toilet.”

“Stop joking around, if you wanna sleep talk, then wait till you’re asleep!”

“This is not sleep talk, brother of my friend.”

The brother who has lived with him for sixteen years, is actually the king of a powerful country in an alternate world, and not something romantic like the heir to a long-lost royal line, but the demon king of a tribe with great powers—something like that is really hard to believe.

And surprisingly, the reason he’s forced to believe this sort of fantasy story, aside from the fact that he knew his father is a mazoku since he was young, is the forced heir to the position of the Maou of earth.

And that person forced to be heir—is himself.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Shouri pinches the Post-it notes on his computer desk lightly.

If it was his smoker of a great-grandfather, by now he would have long since smoked a cigarette to calm himself down.

But he can’t smoke, because there’s an athlete in the house.

If the second-hand smoke affected his brother’s growth, he would blame himself till the day he dies.

“That’s why, Bob, normally he should be back within two or three minutes. If you count according to that place’s beep—time, it should been a few days already. Normally he’d be wearing that beep—G-strings, floating in the same place as that beep— stupid Star Tour. But this time it’s already been ten or twenty minutes…”

Gripping someone else’s phone tightly, Murata swears uncharacteristically.

The high school student is actually proficient enough to converse with an American in fluent English, but when he listens carefully he notices there are plenty of curses mixed in, four letter words and excrements flying everywhere.

Where did a Japanese high school student learn this kind of language? The strings of ‘beep—’s really grate on someone’s ears.

“Hey, use some politer English! Don’t just spout poop or F-words.”

His brother’s friend reacts to an elder’s warning with just a glance.

“Nothing, it’s just that JUNIOR is a bit impatient, being sidelined. The main problem now is how do I go over to that side? Last time Shibuya… I’m talking about Yuuri, the younger one. As long as there’s a technique to find his presence, moving across is surprisingly easy. It’s actually a piece of cake, after all he’s so unique, and his maryoku so powerful. Truth is, Yuuri can already travel across these two places with his own power, he just hasn’t realized it yet. As long as the circumstances allow it, he can cross over with his own power, though of course it needs sufficient stamina and outstanding resolve. But the situation this time is a little serious. Because I can’t feel his consciousness and soul whatever I do. This is the first time I’m not able to sense a soul like Shibuya’s anywhere in my sensory field, I could vaguely feel him even when he was in human territory last time. What kind of strong barrier did he meet this time? Or has he really been called to a place where the power of the mazoku can’t reach?”

“Hey!”

Murata ignores Shouri’s yell completely, just shaking his head at the phone in denial.

In this moment it’s very clear that he is after all a Japanese.

“Mazoku items from that side? Hmm… One thing does come to mind, I think it’s a metal carving of a condor or an eagle! It’s something Yuuri was wearing from the start.”

“Hey, you can’t do that—”

Turns out the special calendar used to note down when the new games can be pre-ordered has been used by Murata to jot down notes.

Whatever, small matter.

“…Mn, Mexico… should be around there. Got hold of the place Rodriguez is working?”

Finally losing his patience, Shouri snatches his phone from the guest’s hands, and uses the English he learned from a textbook to deal with the college entrance exams to say non-stop,

“Bob Robert! Tell me where to go, too, PLEASE! HE IS my BROTHER, you know! No matter what, as an older brother, it’d be weird if I don’t go along. Yuuri is my younger brother, there’s no way I can hand my precious baby brother to a friend he just met a few months ago, is there?!”

But the answer he got is monotonous.

“I’m really sorry, Shouri, but you can’t go there.”

His response of “why?” comes out trembling. The hand holding the dark blue plastic cover on the phone is already sweating.

“You are purely and wholly a living being that belongs only to this world. Be it your blood, flesh, or your endlessly reincarnating soul, they’re all created from the earth’s elements. As long as you are a descendant from the prokaryotes of the distant past, you’re considered as having a very pure bloodline. And so those who lack any elements from that world, can’t get across without a certain amount of power. And you’ll need a lot of that power.”

“You say a certain amount of power… Then exactly how much force do you need to go to the alternate world? Is falling from a very high place enough? Like the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building or the Yokohama LANDMARK TOWER? Or is it a bomb, or nuclear bomb? If I use the explosive force of a nuclear core, will it blow me to the ridiculous world Yuuri is in?”

The other side sinks into a long silence. The background noise has long been left behind, all that’s left is the piercing sound of a connection almost lost.

“Robert!”

“…Very sorry.”

Shouri slams the phone onto the ground without ending the call.

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MaruMA:Volume10:Chapter 2

2015-01-13T14:51:32Z

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===Chapter 2===

The clothes that suit a baseball boy best, should be mud-stained uniforms and sports clothes.

When I’m in a no-nationality chef’s outfit, complete with a long apron in the front and a floral bandana around my head, even if I’m complimented by others, I can’t bring myself to be happy about it.

“I thought Yuuri looks really good like that, so I asked the chef to bring his uniform.”

Even if the compliment comes from an unparalleled pretty boy, as fantastical as flowers.

“And you do need a change of clothes, right?”

“…Thanks.”

I accept the neatly-folded stack of clothes from Saralegui, who is cocking his head to a side and giving me a blossoming smile. Yup, it is a set of starched chef’s uniform.

“Waa— It’s brand new, too—”

No, no, my tone, it sounds as flat as a textbook recital, I have to accept his nice intentions happily.

“But clothes should rightly be a bit dirtier! Sara, eventually they’ll get dirty anyway. Dressing up so white and handsomely, will actually be rather cumbersome. Ah, or maybe I should just be a bona fide kitchen apprentice, and go peel some potatoes in the dining room.”

“What are you talking about, Yuuri!”

Saralegui grabs my right hand tightly with his fair and slender fingers.

His reaction and the skin contact are surprisingly agitated, seems like his fantastical appearance hides a rather passionate side of him.

“You are my very important guest, how can I let you work together with the employees outside? Besides, the sunlight and the sea breeze are very strong on the ocean, if you catch a cold, how can I face the people of Shin Makoku?”

“Even so, my pockets are completely empty, so I can’t even give you a transportation fee or hand gift. If I ride your ship for nothing like this, I’ll feel uneasy.”

“No one here will think you’re riding for free! You and your friend saved my life, you could say Shou Shimaron is in your debt.”

The friend he’s talking about is Wolfram.

Because the borrowed cloak caused Wolfram to be mistaken for Saralegui, and then he was shot in the chest by the rebelling Maxine’s subordinate.

It’s all thanks to the protection of the Poison Lady that he’s fine now, but back then my mind had really gone blank with the shock.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

And so, after travelling urgently on business from Japan to this world, I’m now, for some specific reasons, on the boat of a long-time enemy country, Shou Shimaron, and together with the seventeen-year-old tailor-made-for-the-throne Shou Shimaron king, Saralegui, no less.

And our destination is way at the ends of the seas, somewhere not even stated on a map, the country locked away for 2000 years, Seisakoku.

This trip is aiming for the shinzoku’s mysterious homeland, in the hopes of discussing the possibility of restoring diplomatic relations between us.

Although it’s an ambassadorial envoy led by the king, the ship we’re riding seems a bit simple.

Still, three days in the storm hasn’t affected it at all, proving that it is indeed stronger than it looks.

Though due to the vessel’s slight… no, considerable age, the paint on the outside is peeling in many places.

Not only isn’t there a beautiful goddess statue on its helm, even the railings don’t have any animal carvings.

Unsurprising, because this was never a king’s flagship. Instead, it’s a cargo ship meant to bring offerings to Seisakoku.

Although this situation was caused by accidents beyond anyone’s predictions, but they can’t let a king sail on a lone ship no matter what, so they had summoned some of the medium-sized ships in the Shou Shimaron outer waters to take up guard duty mid-way. That’s why we don’t need any self-defense equipment, and there are enough rooms for the crew of both the flagship and the cargo ship to live in.

Thrown into a panic by the presence of the king, the captain had even prepared spacious and beautiful cabins for the king and his guests.

Despite all the preparations, Saralegui still sighed in surprise—looks like he can only rest in a luxurious bedroom.

Though that room is a lot bigger than the living room back home.

Even though these are pretty good circumstances for a cargo ship, but it’s still torturous to stay with someone you’ve just met, twenty-four seven.

And Saralegui is the young king of a large country, unlike me, he’s a royal heir from a famous family.

If you want me to stay in the same room as him all day, just that awkward atmosphere will be enough to suffocate me.

Maybe if he studied at a public high school too, we’d still have something to talk about.

Unfortunately, I was born in a commoner’s family, and studied at fairly standard public middle, middle high, and high schools.

I didn’t have any friends who are nobility, and neither do I like riding horses.

For my graduation trip I always went to Kyoto, and would get a lashing from the teacher for pillow fighting.

As for Saralagui, he even wears silk nightclothes to sleep.

Pretty boys’ pajamas must be made of silk, that seems to be a rule in this world.

As for someone like me, who feels bothered wearing even shorts and a T-shirt to sleep, the silk nightclothes that are sometimes there and sometimes not, are practically maiming my eyes.

In the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom, I even thought I’d accidentally walked into a girl’s room, and got such a shock.

At first all our belongings were kept it a luxury ferry, pretty as picture and docked in the Saralegui War Port. Who would have thought that just as we were setting sail, there was a political upheaval, and we barely escaped with our lives into this accompanying cargo ship.

Although all that happened more than ten days ago, but just thinking about the situation back then still makes my heart ache, and a certain spot deep in my mind heat up.

The hands that were gripping mine so tightly. Loosening with the indescribable sound of a stick plunging into the sand, and the body next to me falling slowly.

Wolfram with an arrow sticking out of his chest, fell backwards onto the deck, engulfed in flames.

When I grabbed the middle part, it felt exceptionally cold.

“…ri, Yuuri!”

“Ah?”

Saralegui’s fair and slender fingers are shaking my shoulders, and he’s staring at me with an expression of concern.

Since there’s a pale colored lens between us, I can’t see the color of his eyes.

Those sunglasses are meant to protect his eyes from the light and the heat, so unless he’s sleeping, he always wears them.

“What’s the matter? Are you not feeling well? Didn’t you say you don’t get seasick?”

“Relax, relax, I’m fine. I was just feeling a little breathless, that’s all.”

“Breathless? Uh-oh, I’ll go open the windows.”

“Ah~ It’s okay, it’s okay! I’ll just go out for a breather. Seems like if I’m cooped up indoors, I can’t calm down at all!”

And so I abandon my unhappy roommate and leave the room, closing the door behind me, then going with nature and heaving a long, long sigh.

Only now do my tense shoulders relax.

For some reason, I get really nervous whenever I’m alone with Saralegui.

On the wide open deck, I enjoy the sea breeze and prepare to break my own squats record.

“Something happened?”

“Waa!”

The very neutral and husky voice comes from right beside me, forcing me to make a very embarrassing scream.

“D-d-don’t suddenly speak up like that! Y-you scared the hell out of me.”

“A lady never makes a noise when walking, and Gurrier is very graceful, y’know.”

Shin Makoku’s spy self-indulgently flexes his muscles.

Sometimes a well-honed spy infiltrating another country, sometimes the most reliable bodyguard in history’s lowest staffed ambassadorial envoy, sometimes the flower of the party dressed in magnificent evening clothes… He is Gurrier Josak.

The scary thing is, he still gets tons of invitations, and has almost never known what it’s like to be a wallflower.

Seems that different people have different interests, after all.

“Why d’you suddenly pop up from the corner of the corridor?!”

“Because this ship doesn’t have an extra layer under the floorboards, or an extra layer on the ceiling, but we spies are the best at hiding in dark and damp spots…”

“And Josak… Why are you wearing the long-sleeved apron of a cafeteria auntie…”

His most incredible skill is his seamless disguises, there’s not any bit of awkwardness in it.

“Isn’t it obvious? Of course it’s to match the Young Master, and I won’t ever let you leave any food uneaten—”

I feel as though he’s stuck a sour plum on my forehead.

Although he looks a bit disorienting, I know that once he has a weapon in his hands, he’s the most capable soldier.

Only now he has a pan and a ladle in those hands.

“But what’s up with you? Sighing so long just now, that’s not like you at all.”

“You say it like I’m always carefree. Right, right, so I’m someone with no brains and all brawn!”

“I would never say something so rude-- Ah, but Gurrier likes bodybuilding. After all that’s a pretty good hobby, too.”

“Don’t tell me, you flex your pecs even when you’re bored with nothing else to do…”

And flexing both sides in rhythm.

The two of us, in brand new kitchen uniform and a long sleeved apron respectively, come to the chilly, windy deck.

The sun is high in the sky, so it should be past noon now. But it seems that the temperature in these parts of the seas is real low all year round, the ocean surface is greyish-blue, and the waves are fairly high too.

“Because there’s a cold current. This is far north, quite a distance away from Shin Makoku, aren’t you cold?”

“Cold? Ah~ Right.”
Now that he mentions it, I realize that the muscles in my body are all taut, it’s because of the cold air here, making my body naturally contract. If I did rigorous exercises the way I am now, my skin and flesh will probably split right open.

“Right—Then I’ll just do some warm-ups, first some simple stretches and slow jogging.”

Josak’s brows immediately sag downwards. This is not surprising either, because whenever I’m free, I’ll drag him jogging with me.

“More jogging? Really, since I escaped from the army academy life where I was tortured by the seniors, I haven’t run like this.”

“Actually, you don’t have to force yourself to accompany me!”

“Nonono, please let me accompany milord. In fact, I even wish we could sleep in the same room.”

“…When it comes to the rooms, I’d advise you not to accompany me.”

Josak asks me, who’s staring into the sky wordlessly, “Why?” Although it’s not something I should announce to the whole world, but I say it anyway.

“Becauses Sara is a lingerie-wearing sexy king!”

Only thing is, if something small like this makes him lose his confidence, I’ll feel troubled; if it fires him up and causes him to wear a sexy long-sleeved apron, I’ll be even more troubled.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

After some simple stretches, I start jogging around the deck.

Just when I touch the mast at the ship’s stern for the second time, my foot gets caught on the ropes, and I lose my balance.

“Careful!”

Josak grabs my waist just in time.

I’m saved, thank goodness I didn’t have to crash into that stack of cargo left out here to brave the weather.

Just as I shake my head and prepare to lift myself up, although I wasn’t paying any particular attention to it, my gaze just happens to wander to the shadows of the wooden crates.

“Eh?”

A young woman is squatting by the boxes.

Both her hands are pressed against the peeling paint on the wood, her thin body gently holding her breath.

When our eyes meet, she resists the urge to scream, moving away from me using her knees, her lashes and lips trembling.

“Who…”

Before I can ask her ‘who are you’, she’s already stood up.

Her eyes are wide with terror, eyes that are clearly golden even under the sun.

She turns back as she tries to escape the scene, and that long hair floats by before me.

Even her hair is golden, although filth has turned it pale grey.

“Wait, please wait a moment! I won’t do anything to you!”

“Aiya, Young Master, there’s no need to look so desperate<ref>Something wrong with my raws here, I’m winging it ^^’</ref>… Ah~ It looks like there’s no need to put up a chase anymore, perfect.”

Just as Josak said, the woman is turning back.

Since she had changed directions as soon as she started running earlier, now her stick-like legs are both shaking like leaves.

Now I accidentally notice that she’s barefoot, and not wearing any decent clothes either in this cold air. All she has is a piece of cloth, worn in the fashion of the Yayoi period, tied at the waist with a piece of rope.

Her arms and neck are really thin too, even her indistinguishable scream sounds weak.

She curls up in the dark beside the cargo, holding her head in her hands. Her back continue to shake nonstop, what on earth is she so scared about?

“Um…”

Before I can even touch her with my outstretched hand, she’s already so terrified her shoulders are shuddering.

Just then, some angry male voices come from the stair leading to the storage hold.

Their conversing voices come closer and closer, making it obvious they’re looking for someone. The woman desperately curls up her body, covering her ears, too scared to move. There’s no mistaking it, she’s the target the men are after.

“There’s no point in hiding, they’ll flush her out eventually… If she hides in the boxes, she might still have a shot of making it past them. Damn, why are all of them covered?!”

I frantically fumble with the cargo, looking for something that opens, but every surface is firmly nailed shut.

The spy beside me can’t bear to watch anymore, so he puts his hands to the edges of the boxes, and starts pulling at them forcefully.

The entire side of the box rips away in his hands, those biceps really can do anything.

“It’s all thanks to you, Josak, I’m sure your mother was a beauty who looked great in an evening dress.”

“You meant, my dad.”

We hurriedly stuff the thin body into the box, then casually put the boards back in place.

In case the boards fall down again, we use our backs to hold them there.

That’s when the crew, yelling loudly, notice us and run over.

The sleeves on their clothes have been deliberately ripped off, as though they’re showing off how thick their arms are.

“Deepest apologies, milords.”

“W-what be the matter?”

Crap, I’m talking like historical drama again.

Whenever I purposely want to sound authoritative, I’ll unconsciously use this manner of speaking.

After all, I haven’t learned the proper manner of nobility a king or ruler should have.

“Have you seen a young woman?”

“No, no. W-we didn’t see any stowaways!”

The two crewmen cock their heads out on confusion at my answer. Their light brown ponytails even swing about gracefully.

I said something I shouldn’t have, didn’t I?

“There aren’t any stowaways aboard this ship.”

“Is that so? That’s great. What a bother, stowing away has become an up and coming culture amongst the youths, like in Japan, we have a saying, ‘whatever happens, we have to stow away first’.”

There’s no such saying!

“We’re not looking for stowaways, but Seisakoku’s…”

“Are you deaf? My young master already said he doesn’t know anything.”

Stunned by my ridiculous excuse, Josak presently starts cracking his fingers, looking as though he was getting ready to play it rough.

“Right, who wants to be the maidmer princess’ lunch?”

The crewmen’s expression changes abruptly. But hmm, I didn’t know mermaid princesses were carnivorous?

“Y-y-y-y-you said, be their lunch?”

“Not that way, I saw her head for the control room.”

Right then, a figure with a familiar gait, walks over to us from a cabin in front of the mast, near the bow.

He’s wearing a uniform different from anyone else on this ship.

Different from the aqua blue-based Shou Shimaron army uniform, his outfit is yellow and white, reminiscent of desert sand.

He is the Dai Shimaron ambassador traveling with us, Lord Weller Conrad.

“You should be looking in the opposite direction.”

After all, he is the royal ambassador from a neighboring country of higher position.

Perhaps they know that disobeying orders now will be a direct slap to the other party’s face, because the crewmen reluctantly take their leave.

Standing before us, who had our backs against the wooden boxes, Lord Weller says in a low voice, “I honestly can’t quite approve of your methods.”

At first I thought he was blaming me for hiding the stowaways, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

After scrutinizing me from top to bottom, he hands over his brown coat, saying,

“Dressing like this and coming out into the sea breeze. You’ll catch a cold.”

I softly turn my head to the other side.

“No need, I don’t want to borrow another country’s uniform.”

“These are my own casual clothes.”

“I appreciate the intention.”

Lord Weller turns his gaze to Josak. The spy raises both hands, saying in a light and mischievous tone,

“Don’t look at me like that!”

And then he continues,

“I didn’t do anything, and I didn’t give him any funny ideas either.”

“It’s true, no one gave me any ideas. It’s because I don’t feel cold, so I don’t want to borrow anyone else’s clothes. Even if I need to, I will borrow Saralegui’s, that’s all.”

“…If so, you should go and get it from him quickly, or it’ll be too late when you start feeling uncomfortable.”

“I think you’re worrying about the wrong person.”

He doesn’t answer, narrowing his eyes, and the scar on his brow even twitches a little.

“Sara is in the bedroom, is it okay for you to be away from him?”

“This is his ship. As long as there’s no big crisis, Shou Shimaron’s Saralegui should logically be very safe. That’s right, as long as there’s no big crisis.”

Lord Weller pulls back his left hand, his expression still unreadable.

I look at the joint with its natural movements, but I can’t stop thinking, is that a real hand?

Is his left arm real?

Or is it a well-crafted prosthetic, which looks and works just like living flesh and bone?

But is there really a prosthetic that’s as soft and warm as real human skin in this world?

And there’d probably be the von Karbelnikoff stamp near the arm, too.

My imagination is interrupted at the moment Lady Anissina smiles knowingly, because the wooden box behind me shakes slightly.

Crap, we forgot about the stowaway in the box. We can’t have her running out of air to breathe, so we hurriedly take away the wooden boards.

The woman tumbles out of the box, taking a deep breath of fresh air and then sneezing loudly, and not just once or twice either.

She doesn’t stop sneezing, and as the ones who helped hide her, we feel really guilty about it.

“Sorry, turns out there’s pepper inside, huh.”

She puts her hands on her unsteady knees, trying to stand.

That’s when I carefully reevaluate this sneaky stowaway, and honestly calling her a woman doesn’t seem too appropriate.

She’s more or less my age, or maybe she’s just one or two years older than me? Those golden eyes, filled with terror and staring at us, are fairly large, and those stick-like limbs poke out of clothes that look like they come from the Joumon or the Yayoi period.

But despite her skinniness, her chest is surprising large and eye-catching. So much so that I don’t know where to look, finally resorting to staring at the sky.

“Your… chest… is… really… big… Waa! S-sorry!”

I actually said something that sounds like sexual harassment!

“Young Master, really, why should you get all flustered over those fakes? Those are obviously stuffed. Outsiders might be fooled, but you won’t get past my eyes!”

“Because your chest is pure and genuine muscle… Waa!”

While I’m thrown into a panic by the bumps under the thin clothes, something hard and heavy suddenly lands on my foot!

It’s a can with red and white labels.

The girl hurriedly kneels to the ground and picks up the fallen can, cradling it. From the slit in her clothes, I can even see the bread stuffed down her chest.

“Ah, a manmade chest!”

“See!”

The spy who believes that men should have D cup laughs, telling me ‘I told you so!’ with a look. Seems like she couldn’t bear her hunger while stowing away, so she stole some food from the kitchen, and even now she’s desperately protecting the food so we can’t snatch it away.

“I won’t take it! I won’t take away those things, so please stop grabbing your chest! Ah, otherwise my nose will starts spraying Gun… Gun Juices!”

“Once you know they’re fakes, even the desire seems hollow,” taken from sexual harassment Senryuu<ref>Apparently it’s some motivational poem in Japan?</ref>.

Lord Weller quickly surveys the surroundings, and after making sure the crew didn’t see anything, he pushes the girl’s back, saying urgently,

“She’s a shinzoku, I’m afraid we won’t be able to communicate with her.”

“It’s best if we get her back as soon as possible.”

“Back? Back where? Although there are plenty of places in my room where she can hide, unfortunately this time I’m bunking in with Sara. Ah! That’s right, give me that coat just now.”

There are already goosebumps on her exposed shoulders.

“It’s for her. If you’re willing, can you lend it to her.”

“Of course.”

For a moment there, I felt as though Conrad smiled, or it could be the strong winds forced him to arch his eyes.

He puts the coat over the girl without a hint of displeasure. At least he’s as gentlemanly as he used to be.

“Anyway, first we have to find you a room to stay in. Josak, is there anywhere she can hide around your place?”

He replies with a shrug.

Looks like he’s also stuck with the captain, who had arranged for Saralegui and me to be in the same room.

“How about Lord Weller’s place? Although it’s near the crew’s cabins, he has a single room. Because he’s Dai Shimaron’s ambassador.”

“If it’s just her, of course there wouldn’t be a problem lending it to her as a hideout.”

“Eh, what? She didn’t stow away alone… Ah!”

Carefully appraising her surroundings, the girl breaks free from us and starts running forth.

As she’s running, she even purposely bends her body forward, to prevent the food she’s carrying in her chest from falling, as fast as a rabbit.

“Wait a sec!”

I hurriedly give chase, but she climbs down the ladder in the stern, passing through the storage hold we’ve never been in, finally pulling up the last floorboard. There’s instantly a smell of saltwater even stronger than the sea breeze.

“Wait up, you!”

“Your Majesty, don’t run too far in!”

Before my belt is grabbed, I’m already climbing down a ladder that will break at any moment.

Although my palm is being pricked by the wood, but it’s taking all I got just to prevent myself from falling, so I don’t have the effort to worry about splinters.

“What happened to that girl? Don’t tell me she lost her footing and fell onto the shelves?” I look down warily, but I never thought—

“Eh…”

Suddenly, countless lights shine up simultaneously from the bottom of the ship.

It’s not the light from fireflies or marine animals, those are eyes, the eyes of sentient beings.

This reminds me of the time I was surrounded by rats in the sewers, forcing a cold sweat on my back. My fingers start trembling, and I nearly fall.

“Your Majesty!"

“Young Master, are you all… Aiyaya, looks like we’ve discovered some rather troubling cargo.”

Josak and Lord Weller actually look panicked, reaching out frantically and grabbing my clothes tightly.

“Why are there so many people at the bottom of the boat… Is this entire group stowaways?!”

“They’re not in here of their own free will.”

Lord Weller seems to know some inside information.

As I’m pulled up, I feel that painful, needle-sharp gaze.

Only I don’t know if it represents disgust or curiosity.

“They’re all shinzoku. Shinzoku who had wandered to Shimaron from Seisakoku, and are now being deported back to their home country.

Their eyes are all golden.

The weak rays of light shining in from the cracks, make their silent eyes glimmer.

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