MaruMA:DramaCD24:Track3
Track 3ː Romero and Argent[edit]
Gwendal: Eh... yes, If I recall correctly those documents were in this drawer.
FX: *opens drawer*
Anissina: Ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta~h! Dimensional traveling line.
FX: *closes drawer*
Anissina: Wait, Gwendal!
Gwendal: I'm seeing things, for sure. Anissina can't fit inside a small drawer like this. Regardless of how tired I am, it is deplorable that I've ended up hallucinating. But, wait... is this really a hallucination?
FX: *opens drawer*
Anissina: What do you think you're doing? How could you close the drawer when you see someone's face!
Gwendal:*screams*
Anissina: Good grief! You continue to lose your composure, as always, huh?
Gwendal: What is this? Why are you inside the drawer?!
Anissina: The wardrobe in my room and the drawer of your desk in this room are connected by a dimensional traveling line. With this, one can travel from the Karbelnikoff castle to the Voltaire castle in an instant.
Gwendal: You are saying you didn't come here by horse? That's impossible! How did you make such an SF connection?! [1]
Anissina: SF connection? Do you mean S as in suteki (wonderful) and f as in fushigi (mysterious)? I think that even if I were to explain the vast theory behind this MA powered device, you would not be able to understand it. It's pointless, pointless, pointless!
Gwendal: Even if you say that...
Anissina: Just who exactly do you think I am? When it comes to me, there's nothing that I can't understand. Oha, oha! Ohahahahahaha!
Gwendal: Your laughter is as strange as always, huh?. You can't be laughing "Oha, oha!" like that in the middle of the night. By the way, what's up with coming here so late at night? According to social conventions, this is not a proper time to visit a man's room .
Anissina: Since I don't think of you as a man, it's okay. But more importantly, have you heard about it? About my brother's conspiracy?
Gwendal: "Conspiracy"? Ah.. you mean the negotiations to get you and von Rochefort married?
Anissina: That's right. That brother of mine, is feeling a lot of anxiety about the income from tourism which the Karbelnikoff family relies on. That's why I'm being pulled into this political marriage. Because of all the projects he has for those lands. At best, he's trading me for some silver mine's mining rights.
Gwendal: Yet, that's not a bad deal. I heard that you will be able to lock yourself in your laboratory and do whatever you want. And if you stay together for 5 years, you'll get one sixth of the Rochefort's silver mine's mining rights.
Anissina: How shallow of you! Doesn't the Rochefort family have the worst, most bloody lineage? Are you okay with me being taken to such a place?
Gwendal: Then what about the Roberski family which has fishing rights?
Anissina: Please be quiet now!
Gwendal: Uhg..
Anissina: If he wants it so badly, my brother, Densham, he can go ahead and marry them himself. Well, Densham unlike me, was not blessed with good looks, so it would be difficult for him to get a gentleman.
Gwendal: Well his companion doesn't need to be a man.
Anissina: And then!
Gwendal: Yes...
Anissina: I started thinking about this. If I give a half-hearted refusal, who knows how many times he will continue to do the same in the future. I have to flatly reject it, so that he never makes marriage negotiations again, and I won't have have to be burdened by this stupid problem. It is necessary for me to show him how much I dislike this.
Gwendal: So talking about a wedding is stupid ?
Anissina: And then I thought about the perfect way to do that. I called it Operation Romero and Argent.
Gwendal: Romero and Argent? What is that?
Anissina: You... you don't know? Romero and Argent is one of Shin Makoku's three great tragedies, a very famous drama!
Gwendal: Sorry, but I have no idea.
Anissina: I can't believe it! For a grown man not to have read the classics! This is why people say that you're an ignorant.
Gwendal: The only one who says that is you. So what kind of story is this Romero and...
Anissina: Argent.
Gwendal: Yes, and Argent.
Anissina: Well, it's quite the tear-jerking, tragic love story. It's about two lovers who were engaged, but hated the fiancees that their parents had chosen for them. And then they drank poison so that they at least could be together after death. A terribly stupid story. To lose the possibility to use one's talents and to contribute to society, all for a man. It makes me angry no matter how many times I read it.
Gwendal: You're probably the only one who feels like that about the story.
Anissina: But, at the end of the story when everyone surrounds the fallen Romero and Argent, they regret their actions. "This wouldn't have happened if the parents wouldn't have forced them to marry their fiancees. We've all been fools." If I do this, I won't ever be caught up in another wedding negotiation and Densham will quickly end the current one.
Gwendal: So you'll go as far as to make this farce. How are you going to stage this?
Anissina:*coughs* First, I'll make the man playing Romero drink the poison that I made. But there's nothing to worry about. In the play, Argent soon follows him.
Gwendal: So after that you'll take the poison?
Anissina: Of course not. I will just pretend to take it. Right before I drink it, someone will notice something strange and come in to stop me.
Gwendal: So only the man will sacrifice? That is unfair.
Anissina: Since it's a fake, what's the problem? I can't blindly risk my life. But even if it is a fake double-suicide, if at least one of the two doesn't drink the poison, people will be suspicious. What's the problem? If the shape of a man changes, he can continue to do his work. But I need my delicate fingers for experiments at the laboratory. I don't know what strange functions rotten fingers might have.
Gwendal: Rotten? What did you just say? Did I mishear it?
Anissina: In order to do that this poison is necessary.
FX: *Poison Lady bmg* *bubbling poison*
Gwendal: Just by looking at it, you can see this is poison.
Anissina: Let me spill a drop on the floor.
FX:*drop is spilled , explosion *
Gwendal: It went Boom! Boom!
Anissina: This is all thanks to my studies. So Gwendal, you could play the role of Romero...
Gwendal: I refuse.
Anissina: Oh...
Gwendal: I will absolutely not play a role to help you cancel the marriage negotiations. Because of the experiments you performed on me in the past, I may have some immunity to the poison, that's what you think? So naturally, this Rior...
Anissina: Romero.
Gwendal: Ah... Romero. Right, Romero, Romero. Because of that I might be suitable to play Romero, but...
Anissina: But...?
Gwendal: But, I refuse. For example, who knows what kind of rumors would go around after doing something like that!
Anissina: Is that so? Well, then it can't be helped. I'll ask some other man...
Gwendal: I refu... Eh? Another man?
Anissina: It's not like people needs a special permission to be a test subject, Gwendal. I'm sure at least one or two men would be happy to take the job in order to come to my rescue.
Gwendal: And who may those men be?
Anissina: That has nothing to do with you.
Gwendal: No, wait. If you were to victimize an unknowing, innocent, virtuous citizen, or rather poison them, then I...
Anissina: That's enough coming from someone who won't even cooperate a bit.
Gwendal: Wait. Have I ever willingly cooperated with you? Well, it's not time to talk about that. You need to change your mind, Anissina.
Anissina: I'm going home. "Dimensional traveling line."
FX:*the device activates*
Anissina: Alright, farewell~!
Gwendal: Wait, wait a second... Wait right now, Anissina.
Anissina: Don't come in here. This Dimensional Traveling Line, can't fit someone as big as you.
Gwendal: That's why I'm telling you to wait.
Anissina: Do as I tell you. It's dangerous~! Ah!
Gwendal: Eh?
Anissina/Gwendal: *scream*
FX:*they are both taken to Karbelnikoff*
Gwendal: Ah... this is...
Anissina: So you've realized it... this is my room.
Gwendal: I can't believe this is the room of a single lady at all. What's with the eerie feel of this room?
Anissina: When you look at the room of a lady, you think it's eerie?!
Gwendal: I don't think the average room of a lady, has bacterial experiments and their results. Uh... oh! Anissina! Why are you wearing that?! [2]
Anissina: As you can see, it's a wedding dress.
Gwendal: Ah~... Wearing that you look... *clears throat* No, it's nothing. Wait. That means that we got here safely through the Dimensional Traveling Line?
Anissina: Yes. Good grief. Even though I should feel happy that we got here safely... But even though I understood your feelings well, in the end, I'll need to ask you to play the role of Romero. That's because we're running out of time.
Gwendal: Time?
Anissina: Look at this.
Gwendal: This is Shin Makoku's Daily Report. Let's see... "It's finally happening for the Red Devil". "It's an atrocity that the Rochefort birdie has fallen victim to the witch". What is this? Did a bizarre accident occur?
Anissina: How rude! This is my wedding announcement.
Gwendal: Wedding announcement~! This is the headline of your wedding announcement?!
Anissina: My stupid brother, he quickly started getting everything ready, these preparations can't be stopped. At a time like this, it's pointless to get angry. The stupid son of the Rochefort is coming for me already. So, hurry up Gwendal, and drink the poison.
Gwendal: Compared to a minute ago, it has a different color.
Anissina: So, what's the problem? After reading that headline, is being dead really that bad?
Gwendal: Dead?! Am I going to die?!
Anissina: You're not going to die ! There might only be rumors of us being lovers for only about a year.*whispers* And your body may suffer. So, c'mon! Do it! Ah~!
FX: *poison splashes*
Gwendal: Hot, hot! Ah~! The poison touched my arm!
FX: *door opens*
Cherie: Oh my! What is this? Wah~! Anissina! You look cute~!
Gwendal: Mother~!
Anissina: Your Majesty the Maou ! Why are you here?
Cherie: Why you ask? That's because my beloved Anissina is getting married. I wanted to see you looking like a bride. And since I thought that perhaps I'd never be able to see you like that, I was really happy. Ah! But why is Gwen here?
Gwendal: No, that is... because...
Cherie: And what is that thing you have in your hand? That thing with that weird color.... could it be? No way, is that... Romero and Argent's poison?
Anissina: Uh... no. You see, this is...
Cherie: You two, it can't be! Both of you were going to take the poison like the main characters of that tragedy! ... How wonderful~! How lovely~! How lovely, isn't it?!
Gwendal: Please listen mother, no I mean, your Majesty. This is a misunderstanding...
Cherie: No, no... I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner. But instead, you should have told me. I had no idea you felt such passion~!
Anissina: That's why we're trying to say there's no passion or...
Cherie: But it's quite strange. There wouldn't be any opposition if two people from the Voltaire family and the Karbelnikoff family wanted to get married. Ah! I see, Anissina. Your brother opposes the two of you being together, right? AH~! So that's how it is! That's how it is, right? Gwendal wanted to have you, but your brother kept you apart because he was displeased with him. But you know? Just leave this to me. I will show you what I can do. I will make him approve of the two of you so, please, there's no need to drink that poison.
Gwendal: Wait. Just wait a moment.
Anissina: Your Majesty, please wait.
Cherie: Even though he's an incompetent son, I'll entrust him to you, Anissina. His face is scary but his heart is kind. Really~! I think that if you were to train him, surely he will become a wonderful husband.
Gwendal: That's why mother, we've been trying to say...
FX:*arm rotting *
Gwendal: *screams* *blood pours out*
Cherie: Oh! What's wrong Gwen?!
Gwendal: It's my arm. It hurts all the way to the muscle.
Cherie: Ah~ What could this smell be?
Anissina: Your right arm is rotting, isn't it? In the place where the poison just touched it.
Gwendal: What is this?! Wasn't this a poison that killed you if you drank it? Wasn't it a poison that would kill those two lovers so that they could be together once they were dead?!
Anissina: When did I ever say that?
Gwendal: What?
Cherie: Oh, my Gwen. Haven't you read the story of Romero and Argent? And it's so famous~!
Anissina: That thing was made, so that once the two of them were dead, the poison could turn them into kotsuchizoku. But of course, mazoku can't turn into kotsuchizoku once they're dead. So that drug turns out to be a fake, and they rot to death and had to live forever as rotted dead bodies. It is a suitable story to be considered one of the three great tragedies. This is why it is a problem to be an uneducated man.
Cherie: You have to at least read the classics, Gwen.
Gwendal: How... how cruel~!
Cherie: But, to be able to make such a poison, that's amazing! Indeed, Anissina, you're a genius, huh?
Anissina: And I'm not really evil either, so if it works correctly, in half a year the effects should wear off. In short, I calculated that if you could bear with the effects for a while, your body will slowly return to its original state by replacing its blood, and then you would resurrect as a healthy demon.
Gwendal: Calculated...? And you wanted to make me drink such a dangerous poison. *cries*
Anissina: What's wrong? Why are you sitting down like an old man? It is a poison that I made, so it will be fine~! It's just that for a while, your right arm will be rotting. Oh, please. Don't look at me with those pitiful eyes. You look like a sad stray dog.
Gwendal: *cries*
Cherie: Oh, my! Gwen looking like this is also pretty... CUTE~!
Anissina: Cute? Cherie-sama...
Gwendal: Why did this happen...? Why did this happen....? Why did this happen to me...?!
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