13. Childishness
Is it really necessary to answer so mercilessly?
They are still a long way from a society that can talk about such merciless things.
She asked that question as a joke and ended up getting really hurt.
Even real dogs like people who raise them and take care of them.
How can a human being who can speak clearly do this?
Diarin swallowed her curses and argued with him.
“Why do you hate me?!”
“It’s noisy.”
"...Huh?"
The obvious reason came out right away.
And it was an undeniable fact.
From Ceres's perspective, the very being that made the noise could have been unpleasant.
Still, it was unfair.
There's nothing to hate about it!
“No, but these days, my nose doesn’t snore, and my teeth grind less!”
Ceres no longer reacted sensitively to Diarin's presence, as if he were about to kill her.
Diarin also relaxed and talked less in her sleep.
It was unfair.
“It’s noisy.”
Still, it was noisy by Ceres standards.
It's not that he couldn't hear it, but rather that he had grown to the point where he could tolerate it.
Ceres absorbed things like table manners and vocabulary as they were taught.
If things continued this way, it seemed like he could make his debut in the social world within a month.
However, it was not easy to calm down the sensitivity.
Even though Diarin didn't go around screaming everywhere she went, people kept complaining that she was noisy.
Its very existence is annoying and noisy.
Although he didn't throw candles at birds chirping in the morning, he would sometimes come into Diarin's bedroom and stare at her for a long time.
Rather, Diarin was the first to become accustomed to that sensitivity.
“It’s not like I’m walking around with a knife to cut people’s throats.”
“It’s noisy.”
“People must breathe to live.”
“...”
That silence is the silence of 'I'd rather be dead'.
Wow, that's too much for someone who works hard, really.
“I even hate people because they are noisy...”
Diarin grumbled.
It was impossible to live any quieter.
The shock of hearing someone say no despite saving so hard was quite chilling.
“Then you don’t like cats either?”
“I don’t like it.”
“What about the bird?”
“I don’t like it.”
“What about the rat?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Don’t you hate it when something just moves?”
Ceres thought for a moment and then nodded.
“I don’t like it.”
“...”
That is a very firm and definite standard.
“Yes, from now on, I just have to live without even breathing.”
Let me live without even making a single sound.
Let's wait and see when the good news will come out.
Diarin was determined to fill the house with silence.
However, noises that even Diarin had not thought of occurred in various places in her life.
As she decided to go into the noise-free operation, Diarin began to hear sounds she had not been aware of daily.
For example, the sound of leaves blown by the wind hitting the window.
“!”
“It’s a leaf.”
Diarin calmly informed Ceres, who was suddenly upright with his ears pricked up.
Ceres, who had been rising sensitively, lowered his posture awkwardly.
If he had the chance, he would have rushed out and torn at the leaves, but when Diarin spoke first, his will to attack was broken.
“Are you going to fight with the leaves?”
Diarin asked calmly.
“...”
Ceres sat quietly.
He still glanced at the window, as if he was concerned, but he didn't run out to kill the leaves.
“You’re kind.”
Diarin praised Ceres for sitting quietly.
Where did you get this level of reason?
She was even thinking about raising a dog after this job was over.
“Come here and see.”
Diarin gestured to Ceres.
Without asking or questioning, Ceres quickly placed his arms on Diarin's knees and sat down on the floor.
Even though she told him not to, he kept doing this because it was comfortable.
Yeah, this might seem like a spoiled, bratty young master.
Diarin gave up on correcting that posture.
In this way, the matters of agreement between Ceres and Diarin were increasing one by one.
“Take a deep breath, and then exhale.”
“Phew... phew.”
Ceres obediently followed Diarin's instructions.
Diarin is a person who makes a lot of noise when she sleeps or moves, but when she calms him down like this, he feels a peace he's never experienced before in his life.
It wasn't a peaceful place where all the noise of the world disappeared.
When he hears noise, he no longer pays attention to it.
It was a new and wonderful experience for Ceres.
As long as he had Diarin, he could hold back and not get carried away. He could feel his nerves cooling down.
The drugs and spells that had calmed the 8th Division members, who were heated by the heat of battle while on the front lines, were closer to a feeling of dizziness, like being thrown into a deep abyss, rather than a calming effect.
It was different from Diarin's calmness.
Ceres instinctively felt that this was peace.
Peace was good.
"Oh!"
Just then, a short scream was heard from outside the window.
This time, he couldn't stand it.
He's been feeling a strange presence loitering around his house for a while now.
So he was even more confused.
It felt like the person who delivered groceries last time.
He tried to endure it by leaving it alone.
But then there was the sound of something pouring down, panicked footsteps, hectic movements, and even screams.
Ceres' patience was quickly stretched to its limits.
“Ugh! No! Wait!”
Diarin clung to Ceres with her whole body before he jumped out the window.
What kind of stupid person would trip over a box he was carrying, get up, and fall over again?
Even though she asked Robben to be mindful of the sound since the last time!
Ceres, who was suddenly excited, growled automatically as a reflex.
“Ugh...!”
There was no sign of it calming down.
Diarin, who was in a desperate situation, also felt a fever in her head.
I worked so hard to calm you down!
Shouldn't this guy also try to calm down as much as he's working hard at other things?
When Ceres finally couldn't stand it anymore and pushed Diarin away and tried to head for the window, Diarin also exploded.
"Hey! I thought you left!"
Is it really necessary to answer so mercilessly?
They are still a long way from a society that can talk about such merciless things.
She asked that question as a joke and ended up getting really hurt.
Even real dogs like people who raise them and take care of them.
How can a human being who can speak clearly do this?
Diarin swallowed her curses and argued with him.
“Why do you hate me?!”
“It’s noisy.”
"...Huh?"
The obvious reason came out right away.
And it was an undeniable fact.
From Ceres's perspective, the very being that made the noise could have been unpleasant.
Still, it was unfair.
There's nothing to hate about it!
“No, but these days, my nose doesn’t snore, and my teeth grind less!”
Ceres no longer reacted sensitively to Diarin's presence, as if he were about to kill her.
Diarin also relaxed and talked less in her sleep.
It was unfair.
“It’s noisy.”
Still, it was noisy by Ceres standards.
It's not that he couldn't hear it, but rather that he had grown to the point where he could tolerate it.
Ceres absorbed things like table manners and vocabulary as they were taught.
If things continued this way, it seemed like he could make his debut in the social world within a month.
However, it was not easy to calm down the sensitivity.
Even though Diarin didn't go around screaming everywhere she went, people kept complaining that she was noisy.
Its very existence is annoying and noisy.
Although he didn't throw candles at birds chirping in the morning, he would sometimes come into Diarin's bedroom and stare at her for a long time.
Rather, Diarin was the first to become accustomed to that sensitivity.
“It’s not like I’m walking around with a knife to cut people’s throats.”
“It’s noisy.”
“People must breathe to live.”
“...”
That silence is the silence of 'I'd rather be dead'.
Wow, that's too much for someone who works hard, really.
“I even hate people because they are noisy...”
Diarin grumbled.
It was impossible to live any quieter.
The shock of hearing someone say no despite saving so hard was quite chilling.
“Then you don’t like cats either?”
“I don’t like it.”
“What about the bird?”
“I don’t like it.”
“What about the rat?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Don’t you hate it when something just moves?”
Ceres thought for a moment and then nodded.
“I don’t like it.”
“...”
That is a very firm and definite standard.
“Yes, from now on, I just have to live without even breathing.”
Let me live without even making a single sound.
Let's wait and see when the good news will come out.
Diarin was determined to fill the house with silence.
However, noises that even Diarin had not thought of occurred in various places in her life.
As she decided to go into the noise-free operation, Diarin began to hear sounds she had not been aware of daily.
For example, the sound of leaves blown by the wind hitting the window.
“!”
“It’s a leaf.”
Diarin calmly informed Ceres, who was suddenly upright with his ears pricked up.
Ceres, who had been rising sensitively, lowered his posture awkwardly.
If he had the chance, he would have rushed out and torn at the leaves, but when Diarin spoke first, his will to attack was broken.
“Are you going to fight with the leaves?”
Diarin asked calmly.
“...”
Ceres sat quietly.
He still glanced at the window, as if he was concerned, but he didn't run out to kill the leaves.
“You’re kind.”
Diarin praised Ceres for sitting quietly.
Where did you get this level of reason?
Sometimes, she can't tell how satisfying it feels when her explanations actually sink in.
“Come here and see.”
Diarin gestured to Ceres.
Without asking or questioning, Ceres quickly placed his arms on Diarin's knees and sat down on the floor.
Even though she told him not to, he kept doing this because it was comfortable.
Yeah, this might seem like a spoiled, bratty young master.
Diarin gave up on correcting that posture.
In this way, the matters of agreement between Ceres and Diarin were increasing one by one.
“Take a deep breath, and then exhale.”
“Phew... phew.”
Ceres obediently followed Diarin's instructions.
Diarin is a person who makes a lot of noise when she sleeps or moves, but when she calms him down like this, he feels a peace he's never experienced before in his life.
It wasn't a peaceful place where all the noise of the world disappeared.
When he hears noise, he no longer pays attention to it.
It was a new and wonderful experience for Ceres.
As long as he had Diarin, he could hold back and not get carried away. He could feel his nerves cooling down.
The drugs and spells that had calmed the 8th Division members, who were heated by the heat of battle while on the front lines, were closer to a feeling of dizziness, like being thrown into a deep abyss, rather than a calming effect.
It was different from Diarin's calmness.
Ceres instinctively felt that this was peace.
Peace was good.
"Oh!"
Just then, a short scream was heard from outside the window.
This time, he couldn't stand it.
He's been feeling a strange presence loitering around his house for a while now.
So he was even more confused.
It felt like the person who delivered groceries last time.
He tried to endure it by leaving it alone.
But then there was the sound of something pouring down, panicked footsteps, hectic movements, and even screams.
Ceres' patience was quickly stretched to its limits.
“Ugh! No! Wait!”
Diarin clung to Ceres with her whole body before he jumped out the window.
But then, the sound of another crash echoed, and her confidence vanished: 'Will it really dry?'
Even though she asked Robben to be mindful of the sound since the last time!
Ceres, who was suddenly excited, growled automatically as a reflex.
“Ugh...!”
There was no sign of it calming down.
Diarin, who was in a desperate situation, also felt a fever in her head.
I worked so hard to calm you down!
Shouldn't this guy also try to calm down as much as he's working hard at other things?
When Ceres finally couldn't stand it anymore and pushed Diarin away and tried to head for the window, Diarin also exploded.
"Hey! I thought you left!"
It was a shout that was clearly threatening.
It was such an oppressive threat that Ceres's feet stopped without him even realizing it.
Meanwhile, the person carrying the groceries hurried away from the mansion.
“Whew, Whew!”
Ceres gasped for breath and looked out the window at the backs of the people.
Even now, it is still possible to follow and destroy it.
But not the enemy.
There was a possibility that he was an assassin, but it was slim.
There, if Diarin didn't stop, he was glaring at him as if he would kill him.
The person closest to him and who could make the most appropriate judgment at the moment was Diarin.
Ceres returned with heavy steps.
“Phew, phew...”
He knelt before Diarin and took a deep breath as he had been taught.
Ceres hugged Diarin's waist and rubbed his forehead against her lower stomach.
He was so sensitive that his head was spinning.
Stroke me quickly. Calm me down quickly.
At the childish gesture of urging her on, Diarin sighed and placed her hand on Ceres's head.
"...Good job."
She stood there for a while, stroking his hair.
“Let’s get things sorted out.”
After Ceres had calmed down a bit, Diarin began to clean up.
Until now, she thought that to look like a noble young master, she had to unconditionally accept and serve him like a maid.
That way, he can naturally demand and accept that kind of treatment when he goes elsewhere.
But she wondered if it was really necessary to do so, since there was no one higher than Ceres.
There was also a hierarchy in human society.
Obedience to orders should not be the entirety of sociality, but one must know how to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.
There, Diarin questioned, 'Why did I have to be below?'
“If you think about it, I am the daughter of a noble family, right?”
Although the Baron's family was no different from the commoners and was on the verge of collapse, they were still nobles.
Ceres was a war hero, but not yet a noble.
If you hit it like that, Diarin's status was higher.
“So I’m going to speak informally too.”
"...? Yes."
Ceres admitted without much resistance.
It didn't matter whether the words spoken to him were informal or formal.
"...Really?"
Stroke me quickly. Calm me down quickly.
At the childish gesture of urging her on, Diarin sighed and placed her hand on Ceres's head.
"...Good job."
She stood there for a while, stroking his hair.
***
“Let’s get things sorted out.”
After Ceres had calmed down a bit, Diarin began to clean up.
Until now, she thought that to look like a noble young master, she had to unconditionally accept and serve him like a maid.
That way, he can naturally demand and accept that kind of treatment when he goes elsewhere.
But she wondered if it was really necessary to do so, since there was no one higher than Ceres.
There was also a hierarchy in human society.
Obedience to orders should not be the entirety of sociality, but one must know how to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.
There, Diarin questioned, 'Why did I have to be below?'
“If you think about it, I am the daughter of a noble family, right?”
Although the Baron's family was no different from the commoners and was on the verge of collapse, they were still nobles.
Ceres was a war hero, but not yet a noble.
If you hit it like that, Diarin's status was higher.
“So I’m going to speak informally too.”
"...? Yes."
Ceres admitted without much resistance.
It didn't matter whether the words spoken to him were informal or formal.
"...Really?"
Diarin hesitated when Ceres didn't object to the topic she had brought up first.
She threw it in anger, but she didn't expect him to go down so easily.
She pulled the rope with all her might, prepared, and prepared, only to feel a sense of emptiness as if her opponent had suddenly let go. She felt embarrassed, as if she had just made a mistake and fallen to the ground.
Diarin cleared her throat and coughed.
“Well, then, Mr. Ceres.”
“...”
Of course, if you speak informally, isn't it standard to call someone by their name?
Diarin thought it wasn't quite 'Hey, Ceres!', so she added 'Mr.'
However, Ceres, who was not bothered by 'hey' or informal speech, became strange when he was called 'Mr. Ceres'.
He stared blankly at Diarin as if he had heard something really strange.
“...Why, why? What’s the problem...?”
Diarin was stabbed and scared for no reason.
Is it okay to say something, but he can't tolerate the title?
But Ceres shook his head.
“Damn it...”
"Damn it...?"
"Again."
“Huh? Mr. Ceres?”
Ceres looked stunned, as if he had heard some terrible noise.
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