Volume 8, Chapter 21: Life on the Ship (3) (1/2)

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Title: Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer Synopsis: Our MC dies from an accidental electrocution and ends up inhabiting the body of a young prince in another world, his new profession being the Necromancer he chose in the game he was playing before his untimely demise. However, things are not what they seem - including his own Necromancy skills! Tags: Antihero, Firearms, Goddesses, Necromancer, Male Protagonist.

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Written on the log:

Seasick: three Injured: two In poor health: one

“Ahhh, how busy.” The quack doctor wiped away from his forehead the sweat that didn’t come from simple medical examinations and medicine dispensing.

They had been on board the ships for several days. There were still people who have yet to get used to the swaying of the ship. Even so, with the wind picking up, the rocking had lessened.

“You think so?” Maomao found the medical office near the military section much busier, but it must be bustling for the quack who worked in the inner palace medical office that was deserted more often than not.

A lot of seasick medicine had been prepared beforehand. That being said, they were to soothe, nothing more,  so she thought it would be more effective to give the people who come to the medical office with green faces a bucket and guide them to a well-ventilated place.

(This is why Rahan didn’t come.)

That miser has terrible seasickness. With the wierdo tactician brought along, it would be more convenient to have that guy come too, but he must have turned it down with some excuse. Despite being the way he is, he is the scion of the clan, so it’s not like he can leave the house empty.

She had thought that the weirdo tactician might have noticed Maomao and would come on the ship she was on, but there was nothing at the moment. He’s likely out of commission from seasickness.

“Well then, shall we have some dim sum? Lass, call him over.” When there were no patients, the quack prepared tea. That being said, they can’t boil water as there was hardly any fire being used. He had been steeping the tea in cold water.

There were three cups. Three pastries too. The pastries were high-class on ship, but they were what they had received from Jinshi’s doctor’s visit. Since that time, they had been prepared pastries each time, and were given souvenirs each time.

(Are they trying to curry favour?)

Sighing, Maomao looked outside the medical office.

“What is it, Lass?”

There stood a man that was around two heads taller than Maomao. It was Rihaku. She was told the man will be guarding them, but he was carrying two weights. He had free time just by standing around, so it seems he was training.

“It’s time for dim sum,” she said.

“Thankee for that.” After setting down the weights, he entered the medical office. When the large man came in, the room couldn’t help feeling a little cramped.

“Rihaku-san, you okay with sweets?” the quack asked.

“I can eat anything,” the military official answered.

“Is that so? Want sugar in your tea?”

“Eh? That’s a thing?”

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“Apparently they do that in the south.”

“Sounds interesting! Put in a whole heap for me!”

While excited by the prospective taste, the quack was going to put precious sugar into the cold brew tea. Maomao snatched the sugar away from him. “You can’t do that. It’s a high-class item.”

“Ehhh,” the quack pouted.

This eunuch had been using the unused medicine from the medical office for tea for a long time, and had started to do something bad. She must hide away the sugar and honey.

(There is no such thing as sweet teas.)

Maomao had a savoury palate. She liked salty things and wine. She cannot forgive sweetness in tea.

“Just a little bit should be fine, right—?” Rihaku also pouted.

The talkative eunuch and the good-natured military official. They look incompatible, but they immediately got along.

It wasn’t a mistake to pick Rihaku.

That being said, the quack doctor was made to be dad’s substitute without his knowledge. If he were to know of the truth, how would he take it?

(Is it the best to keep silent?)

It would be a failure to tell careless information to this type of person. That was what Maomao thought.

(If Jinshi also treated me like this…)

So Maomao thought as she immediately denied it.

No doubt Jinshi had told Maomao, believing that it was better for her to know. For Maomao too, the choice of her knowing or not was easy to choose.

That gorgeous imperial brother is a capable man. At the very least, his actions are based on thought, not reflex.

Since he had thought deeply about it, even if it wasn’t perfect, it was an answer Maomao could roughly understand, so she had no complaints either.

Was she angry that the quack was being used as a decoy?

Or—

“Lass, are you not eating?” Rihaku asked.

“I am.” Maomao picked up a dim sum.

There were pickles in the mochi. As a way to preserve it, the flavouring was a little rich, so it was just perfect diluted down with tea.

She spat out a keh as she ate. Tasty.

“It’s not sweet, yeah?” The quack looked dejected.

“It’s delish. It looks simple, but this pastry is not half bad,” Rihaku said.

“That was what the Prince of the Moon had handed down to us.” The quack looked prideful for some reason.

As Maomao poured herself another cup of tea, she looked out the small window. “I can see land.”

“Oh, really?” The quack also looked out the window.

“I heard we’ll reach the port at noon, but we’re running a little late. Well, it’s probably within the margin of error.” Rihaku checked the notebook. “We’ll be really busy since we’ll be departing in the morning after one night of rest.”

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Maomao made a dubious look. “Which ship is that old man on?”

“That old man is on the leading ship.”

Rihaku understood who that old man was.

(He might come here when he’s not seasick anymore.)

Maomao twisted her face. It would be a pain if he boarded the same ship as her, even as a mistake.

“If it’s about that old man, I think you can rest assured that he will be taken to a banquet once we disembark. The imperial clan is on a long voyage after all. There has to be diplomacy,” Rihaku said.