MaruMA:DramaCD3:Track4
Track 4: Dinner party[edit]
Yuuri: This looks more like an military discussion than a dinner party. I mean, all three of you are wearing military uniforms.
Conrad: The occasion requires it for the time being.
Yuuri: G-Good evening...
Wolfram: Hmph.
Gwendal: He's here.
Conrad: Your majesty, this is my older brother Lord von Voltaire, Gwendal and over here is my little brother, Lord von Bielefeld, Wolfram. Both of them were called your Royal Highness until the other day, since they were the sons of the 26th maou, but now they're addressed as your excellency. Of course, they're several positions lower than your majesty, so it doesn't matter if you just address them by their names.
Wolfram: Don't touch me! Didn't I tell you not to touch me with your human fingers!? I've never even thought of you as my older brother once!
Conrad: Right, right, I get it so I won't pour your drink for you. I've explained to you that we have different fathers, right? You probably noticed that only I, Lord Weller Conrart, am not one of the ten nobles. My father was a traveler of unknown origins; he was a person with no value other than his sword.
Cherie: And he was a great man.
Wolfram: Mother!
Conrad: Mother!
Yuuri: Mother!?
Cherie: It's been a long time, Conrart! It's only been a while since I've seen you, but you're looking more and more like the handsome man your father was.
Conrad: Mother, only grow more beautiful as well.
Cherie: Oh stop, you probably say that to all the girls. Oh, Gwen! Your forehead is wrinkling again. You won't be able to get the girls that way. Ah, Wolf! Wolf, let me get a good look at your face. Oh, as always, you look just like me. Men probably don't leave you alone.
Wolfram: Mother, I'm not happy of having men chase after me.
Cherie: Is that so? Are boys like that? I can't understand the feelings of young men these days. Aah, why couldn't I have had a girl? Boys are so rowdy and they distance themselves from their mothers so fast!
Wolfram: How can you say that!? I wouldn't distance myself from you, mother!
Cherie: Really? Really-really?
Wolfram: Really!
Yuuri: What a close parent-child relationship[1]. Uhm... so was her husband married before he married her and you're his children or...
Conrad: No, she gave birth to all of us.
Cherie: Your majesty!!!
Yuuri: Hyah~haha...
Cherie: We've met in the baths, didn't we? You're the new majesty, right?
Yuuri: That... that's right.
Cherie: You've gotten so tense that you're stiff, you're really cute. I was thinking that it would be nice if someone like you would become the new king.
Yuuri: I see.
Cherie: Say, majesty Yuuri. You're called majesty Yuuri, right?
Yuuri: I guess so. Wait! Why am I speaking like an audience member of Alta!?
Cherie: Do you have a lover?
Günter: That's enough.
Cherie: No~
Günter: Please don't fall in love with the new maou, previous maou...
Cherie: No~, really, Günter. You sound like a cynical widow!
Günter: I don't care even if you resent and abuse me. Anyhow, I, if the previous maou and new maou were to be lovers... No, excuse me, I mean if they were to have an affair, it would be inappropriate and I would like to avoid that.
Yuuri: Previous maou? This... woman?
Cherie: Welcome to Shin Makoku, majesty Yuuri. I am your predecessor, Lady von Spitzberg Cäcilie. Your majesty was summoned because I said I would step down from the throne.
Yuuri: Then, this is because of you, uh, no, eh, Lady... von... Spitzberg... Ce... umm, Cecilia? No? Li, e?"
Cherie: Call me Cherie. Che, rie.
(scene change)
Cherie: At any rate, you came from a very distant world, right? I'm glad you're succeeding the throne. Because of that I can finally leave the castle. It's been my dream for a long time to go on a free love trip. It's a lovely idea right?
Yuuri: I-It is...
Cherie: You must have been anxious about whether you could do it when you suddenly found out you're a king. I was too. That day a messenger suddenly came, and said " You have the soul of the next maou, it has been said so by majesty Shinou". But, your majesty, don't think about it too much. For the difficult things everyone around you, my sons will help you as much as they can.
Wolfram: Mother! *hits table* I don't plan on working for this man! I can't agree when it's not clear if he deserves to be the new king.
Cherie: Oh, my. Then will you succeed the throne, Wolf?
Wolfram: Of course not. Older brother is far more suited to that position than I am. If it was older brother, he would show everyone that those cowardly humans are fools. Isn't that right, Gwendal?
Cherie: But Wolf, don't you know the consequences for a king who opposes Shinou's words?
Wolfram: ....gh
Yuuri: So he would get a punishment or killed... Wait a second. Would that be a punishment for the fake king or the citizens?
Conrad: For the sin of not succeeding, even your majesty would be getting it... the punishment.
Yuuri: Whhaaat? Why? I never thought, wished or asked to be king, isn't that pretty much coercion!?
Gwendal: ...As I thought.
Yuuri: Huh?
Gwendal: It doesn't matter if he's a soukoku or not, if he won't become the maou. He never intended to be the king. He wasn't prepared from the start. Isn't that right, visitor from another world?
Yuuri: Eh... well, yeah...
Conrad: He's only been in this country two days. His majesty is confused. Don't you think your speculation is ill-mannered, and a bit too arrogant, Lord von Voltaire?
Gwendal: But you can't escape reality. Shouldn't you know that better than anyone, Lord Weller? How many sacrifices are made when a king doesn't feel like carrying out his responsibilities? Your majesty, take my word for it, if you aren't prepared to live as a king please return to your original world immediately. I'm begging you from the bottom of my heart, please go away before the expectations of the citizens rise.
Yuuri: But I...
Gwendal: I don't know if this person possesses the soul of the maou or not, and I really want to confirm that. At any rate, the visitor should return immediately. It would be wise to search for a substitute.
Conrad: He is the genuine article, Gwen, the real thing.
Gwendal: How can you say that so positively?
Conrad: *laughs* I wouldn't mistake the wrong person for Yuuri.
Wolfram: What kind of proof is that!? Just saying you wouldn't be deceived isn't adequate! He probably dyed his hair, and his eyes... He could put on colored contacts or something like that, there are tons of makeshift methods.
Conrad: Unfortunately, I can't show you evidence that would make you consent.
Wolfram: Then don't declare something like that! At any rate, if by chance this guy is the owner of the maou's soul, after all, wasn't he raised among humans with a low social status? I can't trust our country to someone like that. It would be a blemish on the great history of the mazoku.
Conrad: Wolfram, this isn't about what position he was born into. It's about how he lives, and how he decides to behave. But if you're going to make such a fuss over it, I'll tell you. His majesty's soul was entrusted to the maou of that world, and he chose a suitable man from his subordinates. So even though his majesty's father isn't from this world, he still has the blood of a mazoku flowing through him.
Yuuri: Ueeeh?! No way, my dad is a demon!? Uwah, What kind of face should I make when I see him, knowing my own father is really a mazoku ...
Conrad: That should be fine! Since when your father sees you, he sees his own son who's going to be the maou.
Yuuri: Oh, I see... No, wait! But Conrad, why do you know about my fath...?
Wolfram: Even if his father is a mazoku, isn't his mother still a human!? You only have half the blood of a mazoku flowing through your body. Haha... It's no wonder Conrart gets along with you, you're both "fake"! The other half of you is filthy human blood and flesh, some person of doubtful origins, probably the blood of some girl with loose morals? That kind of person...!!!
FX:*slap*
Conrad: Your majesty, take it back, please take it back immediat...!!!
Yuuri: No! I don't plan on taking it back or apologizing! This guy said something he shouldn't have said, he did something he shouldn't have done! I don't care if you make fun of me and insult me! But how can you say someone else' mother, someone you haven't even met, has loose morals!? What the hell do you mean by person of doubtful origins!? My mother is a human; yeah! No matter how I look at her, she's human. As far as you're concerned the dirty blood flowing in me is human! What do you plan on doing? What do you mean by filthy human blood? If someone talked about your mother that way, what do you think you'd do as a son!? That's right, I'm not apologizing! Because he has a pretty face, I slapped him instead of punching him. But listen well! I definitely won't take it back!
Cherie: Are you saying you definitely won't cancel it?
Yuuri: Yeah!
Cherie: Huhu! How wonderful, the engagement is complete.
Yuuri: Bulbs[2]?
Cherie: You see, Wolfram? Isn't it just like I said? The gentlemen can't leave someone as beautiful as you alone. Because his majesty is so cute I feel a little bit jealous. But it can't be helped, for the sake of my beloved son.
Yuuri: Wait a minute, settle down, well, someone calm me down. Can someone tell me what's happening? What kind of manners have I violated this time, can someone explain it to me simply!?
Günter: ...You didn't violate any kind of etiquette. On the contrary, it's not used by nobles recently, but by an ancient refined, and traditional manner, your majesty just proposed to him.
Yuuri: By kyuukon, you don't mean those things you plant to grow tulips or hyacinth?
Conrad: You asked for his hand in marriage.
Yuuri: Ma, ma, ma, marriage!? A man and a man?! And I proposed!? When did I do that!?
Conrad: If a noble strikes the other on the left cheek with the palm of his hand, it's a request for marriage. And if the one who was struck shows their right cheek, then they've accepted the request.
Yuuri: Uwah, no way! B, but, we're both men!
Conrad: That's not unusual.
Günter: Your majesty, this sudden proposal is leaving me speechless... No, I should be delighted. With this, your majesty can settle down in this country as king...
Yuuri: Won't someone please say it's strange that we're both men~!
Wolfram: How could you do something so humiliating!?
Yuuri: How could I have prevented it!? No one ever told me I had to make a fist when I punch people!
Wolfram: Shut up! This is the first time I've ever been humiliated like this!
FX:*swipes his arm across the table*
Yuuri: Uwah, hey, that's dangerous! That's reckless. Completely reckless.
Conrad: Your majesty, don't pick up...!
Wolfram: You picked it up. Good, noontime tomorrow. The weapons of your choice. Because you haven't even been on a battlefield and you're a coward who can't even ride a horse properly anyway. At least use good armor, and give me a good challenge.
Yuuri: W-what?
Wolfram: Prepare to be torn to shreds. And so, mother, older brother please excuse me for leaving the table while you're still dining.
FX:*Wolf leaves*
Günter: You propose and then immediately accept a duel. Your majesty, I can't understand your majesty's mood swings.
Yuuri: A duel? I was challenged? I was? When!?
Conrad: Purposely dropping a knife is a silent challenge to a duel, and if you pick it up you are accepting the challenge.
Yuuri: A duel!? Hey, then, suppose I get defeated, or, I probably will be defeated, but, will, will I die? I casually pick up a knife to be nice, without even thinking about it, and that guy gets to shoot me to death!?
Günter: Your majesty~
Gwendal: *sighs* I've always known he had no control over his emotions... but I never expected him to be this impulsive.
Cherie: I know, I never thought he'd suddenly propose a duel. But, huhu, it's not really his fault.
Gwendal: What do you mean?
Cherie: Well, uhuhu, it's because of the aroma of my perfume in his majesty's hair. I left it in the bathroom with the shampoo. Surely he didn't know the effect it had when he washed his hair.
Gwendal: The effect?
Cherie: I asked a apothecary to make it; it's something valuable that only works on mazoku. If someone smells it and likes someone even a little bit, they'll become much more passionate.
Gwendal: In short, it's something like an aphrodisiac or a love potion?
Cherie: Oh my, what a crude way of putting it.
Gwendal: So if one hated someone, they would hate them more... I see. It's no wonder Wolfram is in a frenzy. Mother, you should tell us those sort of things beforehand.
Cherie: Oh, my! Why? Isn't Wolf's angry face the cutest? Is there a mother who doesn't want to see her son looking adorable?
Gwendal: *sighs* ..No.
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