MaruMA:Gaiden04:Chapter 7.4

He's still not coming back: Chapter 4

The sea voyage diary I started randomly, Day Seven. Sunny, we retrieve Günter.

The sea voyage is as smooth as ever, and the Shin Makoku fleet led by ‘Friends on the Sea’ pass through the shallow waters near Shimaron.

In many ways, Shimaron territory waters are dangerous. Although our ships are small, they’re not merchant ships, so there’s no need to worry about pirate attacks. It’s just that relationship between the people of Shimaron and the mazokus has always been less than good, so we also have to be careful around patrol vessels.

If we bump into one by coincidence, they’ll surely find fault with us. For example, on our previous voyage we bumped into the ponytailed group. Back then, we had to thank Günter for sacrificing himself, but it won’t always be that easy…

“Aah! That’s right, Günter!”

The truth is I didn’t have to say anything, Dacascos had already gone to meet Lord von Christ Günter a long time ago.

But the king got into one mess after another, and they never had a good impression of Shou Shimaron in the first place, so we couldn’t enter the port even though we used Saralegui’s name. In the end, we could only wait in the outer seas for Dacascos to return. Waiting was fine, it’s just that noon passed and still we didn’t see any hint of the beautiful man and the bald one.

When Dacascos finally returned to the ship, we asked him what was the holdup, and he sobbed as he described what happened when he tried to check Günter out at the hospital. Just as he was looking everywhere for Günter with no success, he had found out that the patient had been moved to the muscle ward since his emotions were unstable.

And the check-out procedures after that got even more complicated, because he had to accept every muscle therapist’s congratulatory killer move… no, their hugs, one by one. And then he retrieved all the traditional hand-knit pouches he made before that, before getting a passionate kiss from their leader, the super muscle therapist who was representing the ward.

“That will give me nightmares, I’ll definitely have nightmares!”

There’s a clear kiss mark on his head as Dacascos mutters, trembling. It seems the therapist was rather tall.

But I rarely hear the term ‘muscle therapist’. Could it be this perfect place where they have a special physiotherapy program, with pretty lady trainers, and a regular regime you just have to follow to get perfect muscles by the time you check out?

Muscles… How wonderful, I can’t help but be a bit jealous of Günter.

Speaking of Gunter, he’s been at peak state since we reunited, hugging me tightly with Gün-juices spurting everywhere,

“Ah—Your Majesty!”

“Hi—Günpuh! Too tight, too tight! You’re hugging me too tightly!”

“Ohh—Your Majesty! Oooh—Your Majesty! Yay—Your Majesty! Ee—bechi--!”

This is the so-called Your Majesty the Maou consecutive cheer, but the last line was blur because of the Gün-juices.

“Günter, your Gün-juices are getting all over the floor—Eh, but do you think your muscles got any more developed?”

It’s been a while since I last saw the prime minister, Lord von Christ Günter. His hair looks silky smooth and soft, his skin is very shiny too, his color looks pretty good, so there isn’t a single difference to my naked eye. I get it, as I thought putting on muscles is like losing weight, in other words too much intense muscle training is bad for you.

You can only add two kilograms of muscle every month, tops! That’s the promise between good kids and Professor Protein.

But Günter doesn’t know this secret, so he doesn’t stop nagging. I feel a bit bad hearing him say how he was left alone and ignored. He looks very spirited, though, and he’s obviously at his peak state.

“Since my maryoku is too strong, my body had no choice but to stay in Shou Shimaron, but my soul will always be by Your Majesty’s side. For this trip, I and ‘Günter’s Protection’ hanging in front of Wolfram’s chest, clanging away—also known as ‘Clanging Protection’, raced together towards Your Majesty in Seisakoku…”

“Mn? I don’t think that happened.”

He suddenly said something so supernatural, so I could only look to Wolfram for help with my suspicions.

“Wolf, Günter didn’t come with us, right?”

“Ayee?”

Lord von Christ replies with a strange sound,

“N-no way, Havana--!”

“Eh? Did I say something strange!? Did I say something wrong!?”

Personally I think his cold jokes are one step above Conrad’s, but I’ll keep that to myself. Forgetting for now whether Shin Makoku has a Havana, if I just casually say that out, I think it’ll really hurt the beautiful prime minister’s heart. Suddenly I see that his Gün-juices are all gone, and he’s frozen to the spot with his mouth hanging open. His jaw looks dislocated.

“S-sorry! Sorry, Günter! Oh, right, there’s someone I wanna introduce to you! This should be your first time meeting each other, right!?”

If I give him something he’s interested in, surely he can recover from his shock. Right now I can only offer up black hair and black eyes, in other words Günter’s favorite soukoku.

I run back to my room hastily, and in exchange for three normal meals a day, I pull out my friend who would otherwise stay away from the bother, and push him towards the frozen Lord von Christ,

“Günter, this is my best friend Mirata SPECIAL… I mean, Murata Ken. Murata, this is my beautiful prime minister, Lord von Christ Günter, a super hottie so beautiful he leaves Gün-juices wherever he goes.”

“Hi, Lord von Christ. Please take…”

Before Murata can say ‘care of me’, Günter has already instantly frozen solid. He’s at a loss, totally at a loss.

“Eh—I think you should know that he’s a very impressive person in Shin Makoku, the reincarnation of Daikenja.”

“Y-your Eminence.”

“So he’ll definitely be able to engage in enlightened debates with you, unlike me.”

“Your Eminence…”

He’s not listening at all.

Looking at the beautiful man in front of me acting like a dog desperately panting because it was ordered to ‘wait’, Murata can’t help but want to retreat. Even I avert my eyes, unwilling to see Gunter like that. So I could only turn my gaze to the distant seas, hoping for a way to calm down.

“Mn?”

But what’s awaiting us isn’t a comforting pilot whale, and neither is it a great white shark. Instead, it’s a black dot on the horizon, constantly getting closer to us.

 

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