10. Treating people with respect
“Wow, this place is really big!”
“That’s right! Who lives there?”
Suddenly, a loud noise poured out from outside the window.
It seemed like they were carrying new food supplies sent by Robben.
They must have been warned to keep quiet, but they seemed to have let go because no one was watching.
Ceres' keen hearing wasn't limited to just keeping quiet at home.
Even a passing bird must close its beak and fly low without flapping its wings to survive!
Ceres rose to the level of being thrown away.
"Gasp!"
When Diarin got up in a hurry, Ceres was already hanging his feet on the windowsill.
He looked like he was going to jump down and tear off their neck with his bare hands.
“Ugh! No!”
Diarin rushed in without hesitation.
There was no time to think about whether it was dangerous to aim from behind or not.
Civilians! Civilian casualties!
Even if Robben thinks he will handle it somehow, if he is held responsible, it will also affect Diarin.
Diarin hugged Ceres's waist and gave him a firm squeeze.
“No, no, no!”
If he were the kind of guy who would listen to her when she told him not to do something, he wouldn't have hung up the window frame in the first place.
Despite Diarin's desperate pleas, Ceres did not stop.
He looked like he was going to jump down with Diarin hanging on.
Now, in addition to dying at Ceres's hands, she was at risk of falling to her death. She pulled the whistle from her sleeve and had no time to blow it.
The clueless grocery deliverymen chattered nonstop.
“You only have to deliver once a week, but you get paid the same as if you worked for a week.”
Shut up! Shut up! Please shut up!
“Shall we have a drink on the way?”
“Good!”
Sir! That one glass could be your pilgrimage wine!
Diarin let out a beastly howl, her eyes rolled back as she clung to Ceres, crying inwardly.
Shouting for them to run away now is killing both sides.
Those people who go crazy from the sound of the screams that stick to their bodies and kill themselves first and run away will also be followed and killed.
Then what is best?
The more urgent it is, the faster your mind works.
'One. Just one hit.'
Surely I won't die from one hit, right? Let's turn our attention here to prevent any killing, then roll over after getting hit and blow the whistle.
After making up her mind, Diarin immediately put it into action.
“Gyaaaaak!”
“...!”
It was a scream so loud that it made everyone stop, even if it wasn't Ceres.
“What, what is it?”
"Wcream...?"
The people downstairs also felt the ominous atmosphere and became quiet, muttering among themselves.
And Ceres looked back at Diarin with eyes that were frozen, almost maddening.
Diarin looked up at Ceres, timing when to take out the whistle from her sleeve.
“...?”
But at that moment, she felt something in her palm.
Her hand, which had been wrapped around his waist in a panic, moved a little further up. Towards Ceres' heart.
And the place where her palm touched was thumping like crazy.
Is this the sound of Ceres' heartbeat...?
His face is cool and calm, but his heart is pounding like it's going to burst.
It was an uneasy beat.
Ceres was anxious.
If you are sensitive, you will eventually end up anxious.
Diarin suddenly realized what she had been overlooking.
"... It's okay."
There was plenty of time to take out the whistle and blow it.
For some reason, it was thanks to Ceres not flying straight in and attacking.
But Diarin chose conversation over the whistle.
Even though his actions were inhuman and his physical abilities were beyond human, Ceres was human.
No, even if it's a real dog, you shouldn't blame it for barking out of anxiety.
“...”
Ceres did not move.
Diarin felt her own heart pounding anxiously.
Two anxious heartbeats resonated through her body at the same time.
“It’s okay. They’re just here to run errands.”
The thought of wondering when to take out the whistle and blow it had vanished into the distance.
If he's just feeling anxious, she can comfort him.
She can calm him down by reading it.
And that was the right way to do it. That's the way it should have been done.
Because he's a person, not a dog.
At some point, Diarin realized that she had been treating Ceres like a dog without even realizing it.
Even if he's not a young master, she should treat people like people.
Diarin slowly stroked Ceres' chest.
As slowly and gently as possible, without being startled.
The rough heartbeat that seemed like it would break through her palm has calmed down a little.
It was proof that he could accept comfort.
“Shall we jump out of the window first?”
It was dangerous to continue doing this by the window.
Diarin gently led Ceres to the center of the room.
Ceres, who had been stiff for a moment, soon followed Diarin quietly.
Diarin smiled, sweating unseen.
Yeah, he was a crazy dog, but he wasn't a bad dog. There are no bad dogs in the world.
“Yes, let’s sit down.”
Having successfully brought Ceres, a crazy but not bad dog, to bed, Diarin took on the next step.
Up until now, he's been listening well, even when she says it out loud.
She hopes they can continue to communicate like this in the future.
There was a glimmer of hope in this relationship.
“...”
But Ceres couldn't just do it with words.
Diarin gently grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
She sat down on the bed first and pulled Ceres towards her, and only then did he sit down.
"Ha..."
The danger of jumping out the window and chopping people to pieces is now far away.
A long sigh escaped him.
Even as he sat on the bed, Ceres couldn't take his eyes off the window.
The screams from earlier silenced the chatter of the people, but she didn't know what kind of sound would come next.
Just sitting down won't do.
She thought it would be safer if she made it a little longer.
“Just lie down. Even if it’s uncomfortable, just lie down.”
Diarin gave Ceres a gentle push on the shoulder as she spoke.
Although he could have clearly resisted with force, Ceres' body was pushed back with a slide.
'Is this possible?'
Even if it was a coincidence that she was able to sit him down on the bed, it was quite a feat to succeed in laying him down.
She thinks she's gotten a little better at handling Ceres.
Move lightly with the horse.
The gaze of Ceres, who had been standing on the bed, became a little gentler.
She was worried it would be uncomfortable, but once his back touched the soft bed, he seemed to relax.
Diarin approached him, gently patting his chest and beginning to hum in a small voice.
"This isn't a battlefield right now. There's no need to be so nervous."
At the same time, she gradually infused the divine power to calm him. Very slowly, very faintly.
The soothing power of the divine can also be stimulating.
Since divine power is also a ‘force’, she didn’t know how to react.
"It's not so bad to lie down in bed, is it? This soft and cozy feeling isn't uncomfortable; it's comfortable. For both body and mind. I'm most comfortable when I'm lying in bed. That's usually how it is."
She also added some nonsense.
There was also an intention to prevent Ceres from being distracted elsewhere.
Diarin continued to talk nonsense in a soft voice, like a prayer.
"This should become the normal state of affairs now. That's how most people live."
Ceres was the first to react.
The head moved slightly.
He is unresponsive to other words, but only responds to the imperative tone of 'you must do this.'
‘This needs to be fixed too...’
If he just ends up adapting to daily life, it doesn't matter if he still has some military discipline left.
But what the temple and Robben demanded was 'Young Master'.
In fact, even Diarin doesn't really know what a real young master is.
A poor noble is no different from a commoner. Just as Diarin herself is not at all like a noble lady.
All the young masters that Diarin had seen were like losers.
Cowardly, deadly, and arrogant people.
Surely this isn't an order to create such a young master.
She guessed they're talking about the kind and affectionate young master that girls dream of before they debut in society.
First of all, no master in the world moves quickly only on command.
In that sense, the road ahead for Ceres was very, very long.
"First, close your eyes and rest. Let's slowly learn how to sleep in bed."
Diarin poured out her divine power to calm Ceres until he fell asleep.
But it wasn't easy.
Diarin's overflowing divine power rarely gives the feeling of being 'used'.
It was also evidence that Ceres was in a very tense and sensitive state.
Just as she was thinking about blowing the whistle and knocking him out, Ceres's heartbeat subsided.
'Are you sleeping?'
Diarin didn't make the mistake of asking if he was sleeping.
Even if she put him to sleep with divine power, it doesn't mean he's fainted.
Even if they are not members of the 8th Division, soldiers who are sensitive on the battlefield hear most sounds even while sleeping.
Even breathing, slow heartbeat, chest rising and falling slowly.
Just checking, this much was enough.
Diarin barely managed to let out a long breath.
The day had just begun, and she wanted to get out of work.
She wanted to go to her room and lie down, but she had to stay by his side for now because she didn't know what Ceres would do if he woke up.
If she gets out of bed, she might wake up to that sound.
Diarin crouched down next to Ceres.
At that moment, Ceres's eyes twitched, and she frowned.
“!”
Diarin flinched and froze.
“Wow, this place is really big!”
“That’s right! Who lives there?”
Suddenly, a loud noise poured out from outside the window.
It seemed like they were carrying new food supplies sent by Robben.
They must have been warned to keep quiet, but they seemed to have let go because no one was watching.
Ceres' keen hearing wasn't limited to just keeping quiet at home.
Even a passing bird must close its beak and fly low without flapping its wings to survive!
Ceres rose to the level of being thrown away.
"Gasp!"
When Diarin got up in a hurry, Ceres was already hanging his feet on the windowsill.
He looked like he was going to jump down and tear off their neck with his bare hands.
“Ugh! No!”
Diarin rushed in without hesitation.
There was no time to think about whether it was dangerous to aim from behind or not.
Civilians! Civilian casualties!
Even if Robben thinks he will handle it somehow, if he is held responsible, it will also affect Diarin.
Diarin hugged Ceres's waist and gave him a firm squeeze.
“No, no, no!”
If he were the kind of guy who would listen to her when she told him not to do something, he wouldn't have hung up the window frame in the first place.
Despite Diarin's desperate pleas, Ceres did not stop.
He looked like he was going to jump down with Diarin hanging on.
Now, in addition to dying at Ceres's hands, she was at risk of falling to her death. She pulled the whistle from her sleeve and had no time to blow it.
The clueless grocery deliverymen chattered nonstop.
“No way, what kind of crazy luck is this?”
Shut up! Shut up! Please shut up!
“Shall we have a drink on the way?”
“Good!”
Sir! That one glass could be your pilgrimage wine!
Diarin let out a beastly howl, her eyes rolled back as she clung to Ceres, crying inwardly.
Shouting for them to run away now is killing both sides.
Those people who go crazy from the sound of the screams that stick to their bodies and kill themselves first and run away will also be followed and killed.
Then what is best?
The more urgent it is, the faster your mind works.
'One. Just one hit.'
Surely I won't die from one hit, right? Let's turn our attention here to prevent any killing, then roll over after getting hit and blow the whistle.
After making up her mind, Diarin immediately put it into action.
“Gyaaaaak!”
“...!”
It was a scream so loud that it made everyone stop, even if it wasn't Ceres.
“What, what is it?”
"Wcream...?"
The people downstairs also felt the ominous atmosphere and became quiet, muttering among themselves.
And Ceres looked back at Diarin with eyes that were frozen, almost maddening.
Diarin looked up at Ceres, timing when to take out the whistle from her sleeve.
“...?”
But at that moment, she felt something in her palm.
Her hand, which had been wrapped around his waist in a panic, moved a little further up. Towards Ceres' heart.
And the place where her palm touched was thumping like crazy.
Is this the sound of Ceres' heartbeat...?
His face is cool and calm, but his heart is pounding like it's going to burst.
It was an uneasy beat.
Ceres was anxious.
If you are sensitive, you will eventually end up anxious.
Diarin suddenly realized what she had been overlooking.
"... It's okay."
There was plenty of time to take out the whistle and blow it.
For some reason, it was thanks to Ceres not flying straight in and attacking.
But Diarin chose conversation over the whistle.
Even though his actions were inhuman and his physical abilities were beyond human, Ceres was human.
No, even if it's a real dog, you shouldn't blame it for barking out of anxiety.
“...”
Ceres did not move.
Diarin felt her own heart pounding anxiously.
Two anxious heartbeats resonated through her body at the same time.
“It’s okay. They’re just here to run errands.”
The thought of wondering when to take out the whistle and blow it had vanished into the distance.
If he's just feeling anxious, she can comfort him.
She can calm him down by reading it.
And that was the right way to do it. That's the way it should have been done.
Because he's a person, not a dog.
At some point, Diarin realized that she had been treating Ceres like a dog without even realizing it.
Even if he's not a young master, she should treat people like people.
Diarin slowly stroked Ceres' chest.
As slowly and gently as possible, without being startled.
“Shh...”
It was proof that he could accept comfort.
“Shall we jump out of the window first?”
It was dangerous to continue doing this by the window.
Diarin gently led Ceres to the center of the room.
Ceres, who had been stiff for a moment, soon followed Diarin quietly.
Diarin smiled, sweating unseen.
Yeah, he was a crazy dog, but he wasn't a bad dog. There are no bad dogs in the world.
“Yes, let’s sit down.”
Having successfully brought Ceres, a crazy but not bad dog, to bed, Diarin took on the next step.
Up until now, he's been listening well, even when she says it out loud.
She hopes they can continue to communicate like this in the future.
There was a glimmer of hope in this relationship.
“...”
But Ceres couldn't just do it with words.
Diarin gently grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
She sat down on the bed first and pulled Ceres towards her, and only then did he sit down.
"Ha..."
The danger of jumping out the window and chopping people to pieces is now far away.
A long sigh escaped him.
Even as he sat on the bed, Ceres couldn't take his eyes off the window.
The screams from earlier silenced the chatter of the people, but she didn't know what kind of sound would come next.
Just sitting down won't do.
She thought it would be safer if she made it a little longer.
“Just lie down. Even if it’s uncomfortable, just lie down.”
Diarin gave Ceres a gentle push on the shoulder as she spoke.
Although he could have clearly resisted with force, Ceres' body was pushed back with a slide.
'Is this possible?'
Even if it was a coincidence that she was able to sit him down on the bed, it was quite a feat to succeed in laying him down.
She thinks she's gotten a little better at handling Ceres.
Move lightly with the horse.
The gaze of Ceres, who had been standing on the bed, became a little gentler.
She was worried it would be uncomfortable, but once his back touched the soft bed, he seemed to relax.
Diarin approached him, gently patting his chest and beginning to hum in a small voice.
"This isn't a battlefield right now. There's no need to be so nervous."
At the same time, she gradually infused the divine power to calm him. Very slowly, very faintly.
The soothing power of the divine can also be stimulating.
Since divine power is also a ‘force’, she didn’t know how to react.
"It's not so bad to lie down in bed, is it? This soft and cozy feeling isn't uncomfortable; it's comfortable. For both body and mind. I'm most comfortable when I'm lying in bed. That's usually how it is."
She also added some nonsense.
There was also an intention to prevent Ceres from being distracted elsewhere.
Diarin continued to talk nonsense in a soft voice, like a prayer.
"This should become the normal state of affairs now. That's how most people live."
Ceres was the first to react.
The head moved slightly.
He is unresponsive to other words, but only responds to the imperative tone of 'you must do this.'
‘This needs to be fixed too...’
If he just ends up adapting to daily life, it doesn't matter if he still has some military discipline left.
But what the temple and Robben demanded was 'Young Master'.
In fact, even Diarin doesn't really know what a real young master is.
A poor noble is no different from a commoner. Just as Diarin herself is not at all like a noble lady.
All the young masters that Diarin had seen were like losers.
Cowardly, deadly, and arrogant people.
Surely this isn't an order to create such a young master.
She guessed they're talking about the kind and affectionate young master that girls dream of before they debut in society.
First of all, no master in the world moves quickly only on command.
In that sense, the road ahead for Ceres was very, very long.
"First, close your eyes and rest. Let's slowly learn how to sleep in bed."
Diarin poured out her divine power to calm Ceres until he fell asleep.
But it wasn't easy.
Diarin's overflowing divine power rarely gives the feeling of being 'used'.
But now she definitely felt like she was using it.
Just as she was thinking about blowing the whistle and knocking him out, Ceres's heartbeat subsided.
'Are you sleeping?'
Diarin didn't make the mistake of asking if he was sleeping.
Even if she put him to sleep with divine power, it doesn't mean he's fainted.
Even if they are not members of the 8th Division, soldiers who are sensitive on the battlefield hear most sounds even while sleeping.
Even breathing, slow heartbeat, chest rising and falling slowly.
Just checking, this much was enough.
Diarin barely managed to let out a long breath.
The day had just begun, and she wanted to get out of work.
She wanted to go to her room and lie down, but she had to stay by his side for now because she didn't know what Ceres would do if he woke up.
If she gets out of bed, she might wake up to that sound.
Diarin crouched down next to Ceres.
At that moment, Ceres's eyes twitched, and she frowned.
“!”
Diarin flinched and froze.
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