39. My eyes are dazzled
The sunlight shining through the leaves was always beautiful to see.
They say that God's will is hidden in every ray of sunlight.
If God exists, it seems he must be in the sunlight.
'No, I have such a pious heart.'
As Diarin lived a truly sacrificial life, fulfilling her duty as a priest, she seemed to have become closer to a true god.
Ceres was staring blankly through the leaves.
Sometimes, when the sunlight passed through her eyes, her eyelids would close slightly for a moment.
“Ah. That’s it, that’s it!”
Diarin applauded and cheered.
“?”
Ceres turned her eyes to Diarin.
“You squinted when you saw that sunlight earlier. Now look at the sky.”
Ceres followed Diarin's orders without question.
“Not that side, this side.”
Diarin grabbed Ceres's cheeks and turned his face towards the sky, closer to the sun.
Ceres' eyes were fixed on the blue sky.
His mucous membranes were stimulated, just like when he saw sunlight filtering through the leaves.
His eyelids closed on their own.
But, because of his warrior instinct to always keep his eyes open, he forced himself to look up at the sky.
It felt like there was wind in his eyes.
"...Ah."
At that moment, Ceres realized the meaning of 'my eyes are dazzled' and let out a small exclamation.
Tears welled up in his eyes to protect them.
He blinked and rolled down.
“Oh, I guess you were staring at it for too long. Sorry. Are you okay?”
Diarin saw the tears and hurriedly looked into Ceres' eyes.
Ceres had a keen sense of sight, though not as keen as hearing.
Because they are more sensitive than others, the pain may be greater.
She only realized that after seeing the tears.
“...It’s okay.”
“Look around. You’re not burned, are you?”
Ceres stared at Diarin with wide, unblinking eyes to prove that nothing was wrong.
"...Yes."
Their eyes, which had been staring at each other closely, met.
Diarin swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
Her throat was tense and tight.
Still, she couldn't move away from Ceres or let go of the hand that was holding his cheek.
As if tied down by something.
“...”
Ceres's black eyes were deep.
Like deep water with no visible bottom.
While watching, Diarin was being dragged down so deep that it was impossible to tell how far she had gone.
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew.
The leaves rustled and sunlight poured in between them.
Sunlight reached between Ceres's flowing bangs and long eyelashes.
'Uh.'
The bright sunlight shattered as it touched Ceres' hair and eyes.
A brilliant light bloomed like a rainbow from his jet-black hair and eyes.
It was a very brief moment.
Diarin was caught up in the moment and became dazed.
The person... shone.
“...My eyes are dazzled.”
“Yes? Yes?”
Then Ceres muttered.
His eyes were fixed on Diarin.
“Where are you, still? Are you hurt?”
Diarin quickly came to her senses and looked into Ceres' eyes again.
Ceres shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
“Like the sky.”
“Like the sky? Like the sky, even if you look at the ground, your eyes get tired?”
That's a big deal.
Diarin, flustered, grabbed Ceres' hand and dragged him back toward the mansion.
"Are you vulnerable to the sun because you only operate at night? Shouldn't you be moving around too much? Let's go back to the mansion and check."
Usually, Ceres would run away, and Diarin would hang on to Ceres and get dragged along.
But now it's the opposite.
Diarin is leading Ceres by holding his hand.
Diarin's back, which he has rarely seen before.
Ceres' eyes narrowed again.
His eyes feel dazzled.
“Run.”
“Uh, yeah... okay.”
Our puppy is finally starting to talk.
Okay, no, don't do it, okay.
Goodbye to the days when you had a hard time saying more than four words.
The reward for Diarin's reading the book for several days was immediately apparent.
The clever puppy, like other dogs, started talking once and progressed smoothly.
However, even though she could teach him to speak, she couldn't control what he said.
“As sweet as the scent wafting from behind Diarin’s ears.”
“Don’t smell that place! No, even if you smell it, don’t say anything!”
It was quite a long sentence to say the least after taking a bite of cheesecake.
When she thinks of the previous Ceres, tears of emotion should well up in her eyes, but instead, tears of shame overflowed.
It's been several days already.
“Why? It smells good.”
"It's good for you. It might sound harsh to others. Remember what I said? You have to say things that are pleasant and pleasing to others."
"Hmm..."
It was easy to teach the meaning of words, but it was difficult to teach what to say in what situation.
Moreover, Ceres, who learned the words, was able to create an infinite number of sentences.
“The cheesecake is as sweet as the smell coming from Diarin’s body.”
“...”
She thought about it a thousand times already, but she feels like giving up.
Adding this once wouldn't make much of a difference.
If you give up, you will have nowhere to go and no direction to live.
“Urgh.”
Diarin gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger.
Since the only thing the world can see is oneself, it makes sense that one becomes the standard for one's expression.
But it was severe.
The thought of using this in social circles made her dizzy.
'Today's dish is refreshing and perfect for spring.'
'It's the same dish as when Diarin's eyes were bathed in morning sunlight.'
You have to be crazy to see that.
No, she guessed there's nothing to see when he debuts in the social world.
Then isn't that okay?
No, it's not okay to keep enduring this situation.
And above all, she was struck by his strong professional spirit.
Since she was already working, she didn't want to send the mad dog in the wrong direction and make him mad again.
“Tell me without mentioning Diarin.”
“...”
Ceres kept his mouth shut.
It wasn't meant as a rebellion.
It was something that required time to think about.
'It takes time to think in a direction you haven't used before.'
Diarin decided to wait leisurely.
Ceres' progress is already fast.
It's okay to eat a little slower and relax.
Yes...
“...”
Ceres' lips showed no sign of opening.
Diarin grabbed the rumbling soul and put a bite of pie into Ceres' mouth.
The chef said he tried a new flavor he had never tried before.
The chef, who had been too busy to try things he really wanted to do, was able to devote himself to cooking for just two people, so he could unleash his creative spirit.
"How is it?"
Diarin hasn't tried it either, so she doesn't know what it tastes like.
It was a surprise test she made because she thought that if Ceres' expression was convincing when he tried it himself, she would at least get some reassurance that he wasn't going in the wrong direction.
Ceres took a few bites to taste it, then frowned.
“It tastes like sour shit.”
"..What?"
When she asked to take out Diarin, the first thing that came out was shit?
Why are they so polar opposites?
Or maybe Diarin and shit were actually close?
“Don’t just say you feel bad. How is it really?”
“It tastes like shit. It’s sour.”
“Just changing the order of the words doesn’t change the meaning, right?”
“It tastes like shit....”
"Stop it. You can't talk about shit in front of food. Without actually eating shit..."
Diarin, who had been nagging, realized something she never wanted to know from the look in Ceres' eyes.
“For tracking purposes, the food consumed and the date...”
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Diarin desperately covered Ceres' mouth.
If she took any more than that, she felt like she wouldn't be able to eat anything until tomorrow, let alone the pie in her hand.
By the way, why did the 8th Unit treat its members so harshly?
There was no need to feed him that much.
The anger over Ceres's pie evaluation was directed at the 8th Division commander.
“Yes. I’ll try it first.”
Diarin looked at the remaining pie in her hand.
The color itself was a bright green, which is hard to find in regular dishes.
Diarin sniffed suspiciously.
'It smells okay, right?'
The scent of sugar and honey wafts through the air.
There was a scent of an unidentified ingredient, but it wasn't unpleasant.
She thought that the scent might be a bit polarizing.
It was a scent she didn't normally encounter, so it was hard to say it was bad.
Diarin carefully took a bite of the pie.
Diarin, who was slowly melting it and savoring the taste, afraid to even put it on her tongue, opened her eyes wide.
“What is this taste!”
It's so delicious, isn't it?
Diarin couldn't believe it and took another bite of the pie.
This time, unlike her timid first bite, she put a lot into her mouth.
It was still delicious even though she was munching on it.
The more she ate, the more delicious it became.
“Is it delicious?”
“...I don’t understand.”
This time, Ceres looked at Diarin with an expression of disbelief.
This was the first time that Ceres had refuted Diarin's opinion by eating something like this.
Diarin had the confused look of a parent who realized that their child had grown too big.
It's good that Ceres has become more assertive.
But this was really delicious.
The sunlight shining through the leaves was always beautiful to see.
They say that God's will is hidden in every ray of sunlight.
If God exists, it seems he must be in the sunlight.
'No, I have such a pious heart.'
As Diarin lived a truly sacrificial life, fulfilling her duty as a priest, she seemed to have become closer to a true god.
Diarin marveled at her own piety and looked back at Ceres, who was sending her closer to God day by day.
Sometimes, when the sunlight passed through her eyes, her eyelids would close slightly for a moment.
“Ah. That’s it, that’s it!”
Diarin applauded and cheered.
“?”
Ceres turned her eyes to Diarin.
“You squinted when you saw that sunlight earlier. Now look at the sky.”
Ceres followed Diarin's orders without question.
“Not that side, this side.”
Diarin grabbed Ceres's cheeks and turned his face towards the sky, closer to the sun.
Ceres' eyes were fixed on the blue sky.
His mucous membranes were stimulated, just like when he saw sunlight filtering through the leaves.
His eyelids closed on their own.
But, because of his warrior instinct to always keep his eyes open, he forced himself to look up at the sky.
It felt like there was wind in his eyes.
"...Ah."
At that moment, Ceres realized the meaning of 'my eyes are dazzled' and let out a small exclamation.
Tears welled up in his eyes to protect them.
He blinked and rolled down.
“Oh, I guess you were staring at it for too long. Sorry. Are you okay?”
Diarin saw the tears and hurriedly looked into Ceres' eyes.
Ceres had a keen sense of sight, though not as keen as hearing.
Because they are more sensitive than others, the pain may be greater.
She only realized that after seeing the tears.
“...It’s okay.”
“Look around. You’re not burned, are you?”
Ceres stared at Diarin with wide, unblinking eyes to prove that nothing was wrong.
"...Yes."
Their eyes, which had been staring at each other closely, met.
Diarin swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
Her throat was tense and tight.
Still, she couldn't move away from Ceres or let go of the hand that was holding his cheek.
As if tied down by something.
“...”
Ceres's black eyes were deep.
Like deep water with no visible bottom.
While watching, Diarin was being dragged down so deep that it was impossible to tell how far she had gone.
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew.
The leaves rustled and sunlight poured in between them.
Sunlight reached between Ceres's flowing bangs and long eyelashes.
'Uh.'
The bright sunlight shattered as it touched Ceres' hair and eyes.
A brilliant light bloomed like a rainbow from his jet-black hair and eyes.
It was a very brief moment.
Diarin was caught up in the moment and became dazed.
The person... shone.
“...My eyes are dazzled.”
“Yes? Yes?”
Then Ceres muttered.
His eyes were fixed on Diarin.
“Where are you, still? Are you hurt?”
Diarin quickly came to her senses and looked into Ceres' eyes again.
Ceres shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
“Like the sky.”
“Like the sky? Like the sky, even if you look at the ground, your eyes get tired?”
That's a big deal.
Diarin, flustered, grabbed Ceres' hand and dragged him back toward the mansion.
"Are you vulnerable to the sun because you only operate at night? Shouldn't you be moving around too much? Let's go back to the mansion and check."
Usually, Ceres would run away, and Diarin would hang on to Ceres and get dragged along.
But now it's the opposite.
Diarin is leading Ceres by holding his hand.
Diarin's back, which he has rarely seen before.
Ceres' eyes narrowed again.
His eyes feel dazzled.
***
“Run.”
“Uh, yeah... okay.”
Our puppy is finally starting to talk.
Okay, no, don't do it, okay.
Goodbye to the days when you had a hard time saying more than four words.
The reward for Diarin's reading the book for several days was immediately apparent.
The clever puppy, like other dogs, started talking once and progressed smoothly.
However, even though she could teach him to speak, she couldn't control what he said.
“As sweet as the scent wafting from behind Diarin’s ears.”
“Don’t smell that place! No, even if you smell it, don’t say anything!”
It was quite a long sentence to say the least after taking a bite of cheesecake.
When she thinks of the previous Ceres, tears of emotion should well up in her eyes, but instead, tears of shame overflowed.
It's been several days already.
“Why? It smells good.”
"It's good for you. It might sound harsh to others. Remember what I said? You have to say things that are pleasant and pleasing to others."
"Hmm..."
It was easy to teach the meaning of words, but it was difficult to teach what to say in what situation.
Moreover, Ceres, who learned the words, was able to create an infinite number of sentences.
“The cheesecake is as sweet as the smell coming from Diarin’s body.”
“...”
She thought about it a thousand times already, but she feels like giving up.
Adding this once wouldn't make much of a difference.
If you give up, you will have nowhere to go and no direction to live.
“Urgh.”
Diarin gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger.
Since the only thing the world can see is oneself, it makes sense that one becomes the standard for one's expression.
But it was severe.
The thought of using this in social circles made her dizzy.
'Today's dish is refreshing and perfect for spring.'
'It's the same dish as when Diarin's eyes were bathed in morning sunlight.'
You have to be crazy to see that.
No, she guessed there's nothing to see when he debuts in the social world.
Then isn't that okay?
No, it's not okay to keep enduring this situation.
And above all, she was struck by his strong professional spirit.
Since she was already working, she didn't want to send the mad dog in the wrong direction and make him mad again.
“Tell me without mentioning Diarin.”
“...”
Ceres kept his mouth shut.
It wasn't meant as a rebellion.
It was something that required time to think about.
'It takes time to think in a direction you haven't used before.'
Diarin decided to wait leisurely.
Ceres' progress is already fast.
It's okay to eat a little slower and relax.
Yes...
“...”
Ceres' lips showed no sign of opening.
Diarin grabbed the rumbling soul and put a bite of pie into Ceres' mouth.
The chef said he tried a new flavor he had never tried before.
The chef, who had been too busy to try things he really wanted to do, was able to devote himself to cooking for just two people, so he could unleash his creative spirit.
"How is it?"
Diarin hasn't tried it either, so she doesn't know what it tastes like.
It was a surprise test she made because she thought that if Ceres' expression was convincing when he tried it himself, she would at least get some reassurance that he wasn't going in the wrong direction.
Ceres took a few bites to taste it, then frowned.
“It tastes like sour shit.”
"..What?"
When she asked to take out Diarin, the first thing that came out was shit?
Why are they so polar opposites?
Or maybe Diarin and shit were actually close?
“Don’t just say you feel bad. How is it really?”
“It tastes like shit. It’s sour.”
“Just changing the order of the words doesn’t change the meaning, right?”
“It tastes like shit....”
"Stop it. You can't talk about shit in front of food. Without actually eating shit..."
Diarin, who had been nagging, realized something she never wanted to know from the look in Ceres' eyes.
“For tracking purposes, the food consumed and the date...”
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Diarin desperately covered Ceres' mouth.
If she took any more than that, she felt like she wouldn't be able to eat anything until tomorrow, let alone the pie in her hand.
By the way, why did the 8th Unit treat its members so harshly?
There was no need to feed him that much.
The anger over Ceres's pie evaluation was directed at the 8th Division commander.
“Yes. I’ll try it first.”
Diarin looked at the remaining pie in her hand.
The color itself was a bright green, which is hard to find in regular dishes.
Diarin sniffed suspiciously.
'It smells okay, right?'
The scent of sugar and honey wafts through the air.
There was a scent of an unidentified ingredient, but it wasn't unpleasant.
She thought that the scent might be a bit polarizing.
It was a scent she didn't normally encounter, so it was hard to say it was bad.
Diarin carefully took a bite of the pie.
Diarin, who was slowly melting it and savoring the taste, afraid to even put it on her tongue, opened her eyes wide.
“What is this taste!”
It's so delicious, isn't it?
Diarin couldn't believe it and took another bite of the pie.
This time, unlike her timid first bite, she put a lot into her mouth.
It was still delicious even though she was munching on it.
The more she ate, the more delicious it became.
“Is it delicious?”
“...I don’t understand.”
This time, Ceres looked at Diarin with an expression of disbelief.
This was the first time that Ceres had refuted Diarin's opinion by eating something like this.
Diarin had the confused look of a parent who realized that their child had grown too big.
It's good that Ceres has become more assertive.
But this was really delicious.
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