16. Cleaning is fun
Ceres nodded, not sure if he understood or not.
Judging by the speed of his nodding, it was clear that he didn't know what was being said and was just reacting.
Still, it seemed like the conversation was continuing somehow, so that was okay.
'If you don't know what someone is saying, just nod your head!'
This was also something that Diarin taught him.
She was both proud and confused by the results she had created.
But now she couldn't be satisfied with that.
Welcoming the royal family required even more thorough preparation.
“Yew, let’s begin.”
Diarin declared resolutely.
Ceres nodded again, standing up after Diarin.
To avoid losing a single strand of hair, he wore a bundle on his head and held a rag in both hands.
It was preparation for a perfect cleaning.
Ceres wasn't very funny, even in his ridiculous attire.
Even though he was dressed like this, there was an atmosphere where she couldn't laugh freely.
Diarin temporarily put down Ceres and laughter.
She had absolutely no confidence in being funny.
'Give up on being a sociable young master and become a cold young master who cannot be approached easily!'
That's the policy that was decided.
But no matter how cold the young master is, she has to help him clean this large mansion.
After cooking, Diarin once again put aside her conscience and skillfully gave instructions.
"I'll be in charge of the hallway from the first-floor entrance, and Ceres will be in charge of the hallway from the stairs to the second floor. I won't be inspecting each room individually, so the most important thing is to light up the hallway you see as soon as you enter!"
"I get it."
Originally, there were separate people assigned to cleaning, gardening, and cooking.
That's what was explained to Diarin when she first came to the mansion.
The priest said that other people would take care of the work, so she just had to nobly tend to the warrior's wounds.
It was a very bad scam.
But Robben had no intention of cheating either.
It was just a miscalculation by a staff officer who didn't know much about the world and the 8th Unit members.
The cook is dinged for the poisoning attempt, and the rest are dinged for the annoying seizures.
In the end, there was no one to polish this vast mansion.
Neither of them was a person who was very conscious of organizing.
Even without someone to clean and manage the place, there were no major inconveniences in life.
However, as a result, the large mansion, which had been neglected for a long time, gradually became a ruin.
If they continue to show this appearance, the budget that was coming down could be cut off.
At least it had to look 'plausible' in the eyes of those above.
Those who have always lived seeing only good things could be so shocked by this natural filth that they could run away.
To cater to their delicate nerves, they had to at least get out of the animal cages.
"Let's go!"
Under Diarin's brave command, Ceres set out faithfully.
Even in places like this, physical strength shone.
Everywhere his hand touched, a glow began to shine faithfully.
The amount of cleaning that Diarin alone would have never been able to do was made easy thanks to a single person named Ceres.
But for a moment, Diarin forgot the simple, ignorant loyalty of the man named Ceres.
“Wait a minute, that’s not it!”
“...?”
Diarin was startled to see Ceres lifting the carpet to remove the dust stuck in the cracks of the floor underneath.
The momentum to eradicate all the dust and dirt in the world was as fierce as a battlefield.
“Just do what you can see.”
“I can see it.”
“No... not the places you have to look at like that. Just the places you can see without touching them.”
"Ah."
It seemed that Ceres was still far from learning common phrases.
“Remember, cleaning is fun.”
"Showing off..."
“Maximum visual impact with minimum effort.”
"Ah."
Ceres' eyes sparkled.
If that's the case, then he can understand it right away.
“Destroying the enemy as much as possible with the minimum force.”
It was the basis of combat.
“...That, that’s right... If you treat dust as an enemy, then that’s true...”
Ceres's explanations, tailored to her level, were sometimes so cruel that they made her break out in a cold sweat.
But now was the time to clean up without mercy.
Diarin's eyes also shone with a solemn glimmer.
“Just as we aim for the enemy leader first, let’s focus on the dust that stands out the most and deal with the rascals.”
“!”
Ceres' eyes shone sharply.
That was his specialty.
Cleaning is something that can never be perfect, no matter how much you do, so you should do as much as you can and then give up.
“Wow, perfect...”
But the cleaning was done perfectly.
Diarin stared at the hallway, which was so bright that she had to close her eyes and walk down it, her mouth hanging open.
This works.
The old, worn-out things could not withstand Ceres's physical strength and power and crumbled.
There was nothing he couldn't do with his physical strength and muscle power.
Except for smiling.
“Now that we’re done with the hallway, let’s tidy up our room.”
Guests who come to see the sights will not just look at the hallway and leave.
She should also introduce Ceres' room by saying, "This is the room where the warrior stays."
Until now, Ceres had been living in the room he had destroyed.
A room without windows or doors, with only a bed mattress left.
Moreover, everything from the tablecloth to the curtains was torn to shreds.
“Hmm, it feels like a haunted house.”
Diarin placed her hand on her hip, admiring the now familiar sight of the haunted house.
With infinite confidence in Ceres's physical strength and stamina, this seemed like nothing.
“Start working.”
"Go ahead."
“First, let’s clean up the trash.”
At Diarin's words, Ceres carried the shattered furniture outside.
He gathered the broken pieces of furniture together with the intention of using them as firewood.
Ceres also showed outstanding strength there.
He made broken furniture with his bare hands into pieces using firewood.
“Oh, as expected! ...No, this isn’t it.”
Diarin, who had been applauding in admiration without thinking, quickly came to her senses at the sight of the young master looking so far away.
"Forget about making firewood. Forget about it. Get it out of your head!"
"I get it."
Only after repeatedly asking for advice did she feel at ease.
After the cleaning work was finished, Ceres' room was empty.
It was the largest and most spacious room, but with the furniture gone, only an empty 'space' remained.
"Hmm..."
Diarin slowly walked around the room and found Ceres standing behind her.
Ceres, as always, just stood still.
But the sight of the empty room and the empty space caught her eye.
He looked lonely.
Of course, if she asks, she will be asked what loneliness is.
Some people are so deeply immersed in loneliness that they are not even aware of it.
Ceres was not a person who never existed from the beginning, but rather someone who had been blocked from feeling emotions and forgotten them.
No matter how much you've been blocked, there will be feelings hidden somewhere deep down.
“Let’s choose a different room instead of this one.”
It was a pity to throw it away, but Diarin made an extreme choice.
"If you stay in a room like this, even a perfectly normal person will start acting strangely. People need to behave more like people."
Anyway, all the furniture in this room was broken.
The only good thing about this room was that the bed was large and wide, and it was located in the corner, so there was a little less noise.
Anyway, Ceres didn't stay in bed for long. So, he could just use a different bed.
Noise was not something to be avoided, but something to be gotten used to.
In that sense, Diarin declared that she would look for another room.
"I get it."
Ceres followed Diarin's words.
She always thought he was attached to this room because he was always stuck there, but that didn't seem to be the case.
It was just his room, his space, so he just stayed there.
“Have you seen all the rooms in this house?”
"No."
Ceres was 'delivered' from the front lines to the mansion.
He was anesthetized and transported unconscious from the front line. When he opened his eyes, he was in this room in the mansion.
It was a method that the 8th Unit members always used when moving somewhere.
He couldn't control his nerves that were sharpened while moving, so he moved like that.
After moving, they each went to their own rooms.
Moving like that makes him nervous even when he's unconscious. So, as soon as he opened his eyes, he started running around the room by himself.
In preparation for that, the 8th unit's room was just 'space'.
A place with nothing, just an empty space.
There was just too much in the rooms of this mansion.
Each and every fold of the fluttering curtains grated on his nerves.
The feeling of anxiety increased when the square corners of the room were not visible.
It seemed like an attack was coming from under the table legs.
It seemed as if the blade of a sword was visible beyond the fluttering cloth.
So he couldn't stand it, and he smashed it.
“People should live in a room that is worthy of being called human.”
Ceres remained silent as he had no particular opinion on the theory presented by Diarin.
He just thought, that's all.
All he had to do was live in whichever room he was assigned.
But Diarin never gave in that easily.
“Let’s take a look at them one by one and choose the room you like the most.”
It was one of the most difficult things for Ceres.
He learned the concept of like and dislike, but it wasn't easy yet.
Choosing between the two is difficult enough, but choosing the 'best one' was a spell that sent the difficulty level soaring like crazy.
Ceres became serious, but Diarin looked as if she was choosing her own home.
“How about this room?”
"Hmm..."
Ceres groaned bitterly in front of the room that Diarin had chosen for him.
Ceres nodded, not sure if he understood or not.
Judging by the speed of his nodding, it was clear that he didn't know what was being said and was just reacting.
Still, it seemed like the conversation was continuing somehow, so that was okay.
'If you don't know what someone is saying, just nod your head!'
This was also something that Diarin taught him.
She was both proud and confused by the results she had created.
But now she couldn't be satisfied with that.
Welcoming the royal family required even more thorough preparation.
“Yew, let’s begin.”
Diarin declared resolutely.
Ceres nodded again, standing up after Diarin.
To avoid losing a single strand of hair, he wore a bundle on his head and held a rag in both hands.
It was preparation for a perfect cleaning.
Ceres wasn't very funny, even in his ridiculous attire.
Even though he was dressed like this, there was an atmosphere where she couldn't laugh freely.
Diarin temporarily put down Ceres and laughter.
She had absolutely no confidence in being funny.
'Give up on being a sociable young master and become a cold young master who cannot be approached easily!'
That's the policy that was decided.
But no matter how cold the young master is, she has to help him clean this large mansion.
After cooking, Diarin once again put aside her conscience and skillfully gave instructions.
"I'll be in charge of the hallway from the first-floor entrance, and Ceres will be in charge of the hallway from the stairs to the second floor. I won't be inspecting each room individually, so the most important thing is to light up the hallway you see as soon as you enter!"
"I get it."
Originally, there were separate people assigned to cleaning, gardening, and cooking.
That's what was explained to Diarin when she first came to the mansion.
The priest said that other people would take care of the work, so she just had to nobly tend to the warrior's wounds.
It was a very bad scam.
But Robben had no intention of cheating either.
It was just a miscalculation by a staff officer who didn't know much about the world and the 8th Unit members.
The cook is dinged for the poisoning attempt, and the rest are dinged for the annoying seizures.
In the end, there was no one to polish this vast mansion.
Neither of them was a person who was very conscious of organizing.
Even without someone to clean and manage the place, there were no major inconveniences in life.
However, as a result, the large mansion, which had been neglected for a long time, gradually became a ruin.
If they continue to show this appearance, the budget that was coming down could be cut off.
At least it had to look 'plausible' in the eyes of those above.
Those who have always lived seeing only good things could be so shocked by this natural filth that they could run away.
To cater to their delicate nerves, they had to at least get out of the animal cages.
"Let's go!"
Under Diarin's brave command, Ceres set out faithfully.
Even in places like this, physical strength shone.
Everywhere his hand touched, a glow began to shine faithfully.
The amount of cleaning that Diarin alone would have never been able to do was made easy thanks to a single person named Ceres.
But for a moment, Diarin forgot the simple, ignorant loyalty of the man named Ceres.
“Wait a minute, that’s not it!”
“...?”
Diarin was startled to see Ceres lifting the carpet to remove the dust stuck in the cracks of the floor underneath.
The momentum to eradicate all the dust and dirt in the world was as fierce as a battlefield.
“Just do what you can see.”
“I can see it.”
“No... not the places you have to look at like that. Just the places you can see without touching them.”
"Ah."
It seemed that Ceres was still far from learning common phrases.
“Remember, cleaning is fun.”
"Showing off..."
“Maximum visual impact with minimum effort.”
"Ah."
Ceres' eyes sparkled.
If that's the case, then he can understand it right away.
“Destroying the enemy as much as possible with the minimum force.”
It was the basis of combat.
“...That, that’s right... If you treat dust as an enemy, then that’s true...”
Ceres's explanations, tailored to her level, were sometimes so cruel that they made her break out in a cold sweat.
But now was the time to clean up without mercy.
Diarin's eyes also shone with a solemn glimmer.
“Just as we aim for the enemy leader first, let’s focus on the dust that stands out the most and deal with the rascals.”
“!”
Ceres' eyes shone sharply.
That was his specialty.
***
Cleaning is something that can never be perfect, no matter how much you do, so you should do as much as you can and then give up.
“Wow, perfect...”
But the cleaning was done perfectly.
Diarin stared at the hallway, which was so bright that she had to close her eyes and walk down it, her mouth hanging open.
This works.
The old, worn-out things could not withstand Ceres's physical strength and power and crumbled.
There was nothing he couldn't do with his physical strength and muscle power.
Except for smiling.
“Now that we’re done with the hallway, let’s tidy up our room.”
Guests who come to see the sights will not just look at the hallway and leave.
She should also introduce Ceres' room by saying, "This is the room where the warrior stays."
Until now, Ceres had been living in the room he had destroyed.
A room without windows or doors, with only a bed mattress left.
Moreover, everything from the tablecloth to the curtains was torn to shreds.
“Hmm, it feels like a haunted house.”
Diarin placed her hand on her hip, admiring the now familiar sight of the haunted house.
With infinite confidence in Ceres's physical strength and stamina, this seemed like nothing.
“Start working.”
"Go ahead."
“First, let’s clean up the trash.”
At Diarin's words, Ceres carried the shattered furniture outside.
He gathered the broken pieces of furniture together with the intention of using them as firewood.
Ceres also showed outstanding strength there.
He made broken furniture with his bare hands into pieces using firewood.
“Oh, as expected! ...No, this isn’t it.”
Diarin, who had been applauding in admiration without thinking, quickly came to her senses at the sight of the young master looking so far away.
"Forget about making firewood. Forget about it. Get it out of your head!"
"I get it."
Only after repeatedly asking for advice did she feel at ease.
After the cleaning work was finished, Ceres' room was empty.
It was the largest and most spacious room, but with the furniture gone, only an empty 'space' remained.
"Hmm..."
Diarin slowly walked around the room and found Ceres standing behind her.
Ceres, as always, just stood still.
But the sight of the empty room and the empty space caught her eye.
He looked lonely.
Of course, if she asks, she will be asked what loneliness is.
Some people are so deeply immersed in loneliness that they are not even aware of it.
Ceres was not a person who never existed from the beginning, but rather someone who had been blocked from feeling emotions and forgotten them.
No matter how much you've been blocked, there will be feelings hidden somewhere deep down.
“Let’s choose a different room instead of this one.”
It was a pity to throw it away, but Diarin made an extreme choice.
"If you stay in a room like this, even a perfectly normal person will start acting strangely. People need to behave more like people."
Anyway, all the furniture in this room was broken.
The only good thing about this room was that the bed was large and wide, and it was located in the corner, so there was a little less noise.
Anyway, Ceres didn't stay in bed for long. So, he could just use a different bed.
Noise was not something to be avoided, but something to be gotten used to.
In that sense, Diarin declared that she would look for another room.
"I get it."
Ceres followed Diarin's words.
She always thought he was attached to this room because he was always stuck there, but that didn't seem to be the case.
It was just his room, his space, so he just stayed there.
“Have you seen all the rooms in this house?”
"No."
Ceres was 'delivered' from the front lines to the mansion.
He was anesthetized and transported unconscious from the front line. When he opened his eyes, he was in this room in the mansion.
It was a method that the 8th Unit members always used when moving somewhere.
He couldn't control his nerves that were sharpened while moving, so he moved like that.
After moving, they each went to their own rooms.
Moving like that makes him nervous even when he's unconscious. So, as soon as he opened his eyes, he started running around the room by himself.
In preparation for that, the 8th unit's room was just 'space'.
A place with nothing, just an empty space.
There was just too much in the rooms of this mansion.
Each and every fold of the fluttering curtains grated on his nerves.
The feeling of anxiety increased when the square corners of the room were not visible.
It seemed like an attack was coming from under the table legs.
It seemed as if the blade of a sword was visible beyond the fluttering cloth.
So he couldn't stand it, and he smashed it.
“People should live in a room that is worthy of being called human.”
Ceres remained silent as he had no particular opinion on the theory presented by Diarin.
He just thought, that's all.
All he had to do was live in whichever room he was assigned.
But Diarin never gave in that easily.
“Let’s take a look at them one by one and choose the room you like the most.”
It was one of the most difficult things for Ceres.
He learned the concept of like and dislike, but it wasn't easy yet.
Choosing between the two is difficult enough, but choosing the 'best one' was a spell that sent the difficulty level soaring like crazy.
Ceres became serious, but Diarin looked as if she was choosing her own home.
“How about this room?”
"Hmm..."
Ceres groaned bitterly in front of the room that Diarin had chosen for him.
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