| SYSTEM READY... [OK] |
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Guy | Excuse me. |
Manager | Yes, yes, who is it—. |
Guy | I’m sorry for intruding at such a late hour. |
Manager | Ah! U-umm! I’m! Can’t English! Thank you, sayonara! Have a nice day! |
Citron | Isuke, Japanese is fine. |
Manager | Eh!? Huh!? |
Citron | He is Guy. My—servant. |
Manager | Servant...? |
Guy | I would like to meet the person in charge of this troupe. |
Manager | Ah, umm, wait, a minute, please! |
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Izumi | You came to retrieve Citron-kun...? |
Guy | Citronia is Zahra Kingdom’s crown prince. He needs to attend the coronation ceremony in three months as the next king. |
Izumi | The next king...!? |
Tsuzuru | Now that you mention it, aniki mentioned there was going to be a coronation ceremony in Zahra Kingdom soon, but.... |
Sakuya | I didn’t think Citron-san was the king.... |
Itaru | Incognito? Ktkr. |
Chikage | I heard there was some trouble regarding the rights of succession, but things got sorted out, huh? |
Guy | Citronia has always been the first crown prince in line to succeed the throne. |
Tsuzuru | ...This isn’t just another one of your jokes, right? |
Citron | .... |
Izumi | (Citron-kun isn’t denying anything.... Is he really....?) |
Guy | There’s still time till the coronation ceremony. You need time to gather your belongings, too. |
| Please allow me to stay by Citronia’s side until he departs the country. |
Izumi | That’s fine, but.... |
Sakuya | Citron-san, you can come back once you’re done with the coronation ceremony, right? What are you going to do about the troupe after you become king? |
Masumi | Doesn’t that mean he can’t keep acting? |
Sakuya | But—. |
Citron | A king can’t leave his country so easily. I’ll have to leave the troupe. |
Sakuya | Leave the troupe.... |
Citron | I’ll enjoy the little time I have left—my last days as a student abroad. |
Izumi | (I thought this would happen someday, but I didn’t think it would happen so suddenly....) |
| (I’m in shock, but Citron-kun was always an international student; his time was limited. There’s nothing we can do about that, right....) |
| (Unlike Masumi-kun, Citron-kun seems to be accepting his situation. It makes me sad, but I guess we have to accept it too....) |
Sakuya | ...Do you truly wish to be king, Citron-san? |
Citron | ...I’m saturated. |
Itaru | Satisfied? |
Citron | That’s right. |
Sakuya | .... |
Citron | I’ll think about the last things I want to do in Japan. |
Izumi | Citron-kun.... |
Tsuzuru | .... |
Omi | ...For now, why don’t we eat. You’re welcome to join us, Guy-san. |
Guy | ...Thank you. |
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Izumi | Guy-san, your Japanese is very good. |
| Citron-kun had a difficult time getting used to it. Have you been studying for a while? |
Guy | My language options are set to Japanese. I have no issue with conversations. |
Tsuzuru | Language options? |
Guy | The latest version is compatible with three languages. |
Itaru | The latest version.... |
Citron | Guy is an andromeda. |
Chikage | The galaxy? |
Masumi | What does that mean? |
Citron | No, I got it wrong. He’s a nendroid. |
Chikage | I’m even more confused. |
Guy | I’m an android. |
Izumi | Oh please, I won’t be fooled. |
Guy | I was created in the royal laboratory where all the wisdom in Zahra Kingdom is collected. I get a version update every year. |
Izumi | Not you too, Guy-san.... |
| Eh? You’re kidding, right? |
Citron | The main body is an old model, so he’s a bit useless. Push. |
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Guy | .... |
Izumi | Guy-san? |
Citron | Push. |
Guy | Omnom.... |
Citron | Push. |
Guy | .... |
Itaru | He keeps switching him on and off.... |
Citron | Push. |
Guy | Citronia. I told you not to make mischief by restarting me over and over again. |
Citron | The fact that I can restart you so easily is a setting error. |
Izumi | A-are you really...? |
Kumon | Amazing! This is my first time meeting an android person! |
Azami | I think that goes for pretty much everyone. |
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Guy | Director, could you allow me to stay in the dorms tonight? I’m not permitted to take my eyes off of Citronia for even a moment. |
Izumi | Eh? |
Guy | You can leave me in the corner of the entrance. |
Izumi | The corner of the entrance!? |
| (But he can’t take his eyes off of him for even a moment...? This sounds like surveillance....) |
| You’re welcome to stay, but there’s only one room open right now. |
| Azuma-san, do you mind sharing your room? |
Azuma | I don’t mind. |
Guy | Please take care of me. |
Azuma | Android-san, can you drink sake? |
Guy | Shake[1]? I can eat fish. |
Azuma | Sake. Alcohol. |
Guy | Ah, sake. I do drink socially. |
Azuma | Fufu, I’m looking forward to it. |
Izumi | ??? |
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Citron | .... |
Guy | ...<<Citronia. It’s past your bedtime.>> |
Citron | <<You’re as fussy as always. Go back to your room first.>> |
Guy | <<I can’t do that.>> |
Citron | <<You need to watch over me at all times, huh. I’m not running away anymore.>> |
Guy | <<....>> |
| <<...I looked for you everywhere, but I didn’t think I would find you here.>> |
| <<Why a theater troupe?>> |
Citron | <<...There is nothing more fun than standing on stage with everyone in this troupe.>> |
Guy | <<...Fun?>> |
Citron | <<...You wouldn’t understand, huh.>> |