21. Wash thoroughly
Diarin's mind quickly froze.
Ceres enjoyed the loud pounding of Diarin's heart.
Je finally heard it properly.
But Diarin couldn't be happy.
After a few seconds, Diarin finally finished thawing her throat.
“Gyaaaaah! What the heck!”
The life guidelines of not making loud noises in front of Ceres and not provoking her were not thawed together.
Her body poured out its honest reactions in a state of surprise and bewilderment.
As she screamed, the bucket of water she was holding flew towards Ceres.
Ceres, frozen in her screams, didn't dodge the oncoming water bucket. He felt compelled to take it.
The water bucket was placed politely on Ceres' forehead.
A refreshing sound rang out.
Bam!
“...”
At that sound, Diarin came to her senses.
What have I done...!
No, but what the hell is that guy doing...!
She couldn't figure out what to start with or how to proceed.
"Are you okay? No, you have to knock and open the door. No, you can't open it! Why anyway!"
Diarin spoke incoherently.
Then, she stretched out her arm, took a towel, and covered it over the water.
Ceres was staring intently as if he could see under the towel.
“Close your eyes!”
Even if she didn't want to, she had no choice but to give the order.
Ceres seemed dissatisfied with something, but followed Diarin's orders.
Only when Ceres closed his eyes was Diarin able to calm down.
“What’s going on?”
“Heartbeat.”
“I was surprised, so there’s nothing I can do.”
“I like things close.”
“?”
It was an unexpected statement in many ways.
Diarin wondered for a moment what he meant.
The meaning gradually dawned on her.
“You came to find me because I was far away?”
"Yes."
He doesn't beat around the bush or hide his true feelings.
Diarin let out a small sigh at Ceres's recognition, which was as pure and straightforward as a true beast.
Diarin also felt that Ceres was beginning to find stability within herself.
He'll have to graduate from Diarin someday, but for now, it's a good thing.
And it was something to celebrate.
Ceres was the first to say 'good'.
Until now, Diarin had to ask him questions here and there, and after much deliberation, he decided whether he liked it or not. But now, he's finally figured out what he likes, and he's even said it.
It was a touching development.
Except that they're both completely naked.
Now that he can understand human speech, she thinks it's time to start teaching her some human manners.
“Yes, I understand. You're out.”
Ceres faithfully followed this order as well.
He took a step back and stood beyond the bathroom door.
Leave the door open.
“...Close the door.”
She forgot again that the dog only does what it is told.
Ceres had to hurry to wash himself off the bloodstains.
Diarin's mind quickly froze.
Ceres enjoyed the loud pounding of Diarin's heart.
Je finally heard it properly.
But Diarin couldn't be happy.
After a few seconds, Diarin finally finished thawing her throat.
“Gyaaaaah! What the heck!”
The life guidelines of not making loud noises in front of Ceres and not provoking her were not thawed together.
Her body poured out its honest reactions in a state of surprise and bewilderment.
As she screamed, the bucket of water she was holding flew towards Ceres.
Ceres, frozen in her screams, didn't dodge the oncoming water bucket. He felt compelled to take it.
The water bucket was placed politely on Ceres' forehead.
A refreshing sound rang out.
Bam!
“...”
At that sound, Diarin came to her senses.
What have I done...!
No, but what the hell is that guy doing...!
She couldn't figure out what to start with or how to proceed.
"Are you okay? No, you have to knock and open the door. No, you can't open it! Why anyway!"
Diarin spoke incoherently.
Then, she stretched out her arm, took a towel, and covered it over the water.
Ceres was staring intently as if he could see under the towel.
“Close your eyes!”
Even if she didn't want to, she had no choice but to give the order.
Ceres seemed dissatisfied with something, but followed Diarin's orders.
Only when Ceres closed his eyes was Diarin able to calm down.
“What’s going on?”
“Heartbeat.”
“I was surprised, so there’s nothing I can do.”
“I like things close.”
“?”
It was an unexpected statement in many ways.
Diarin wondered for a moment what he meant.
The meaning gradually dawned on her.
“You came to find me because I was far away?”
"Yes."
He doesn't beat around the bush or hide his true feelings.
Diarin let out a small sigh at Ceres's recognition, which was as pure and straightforward as a true beast.
Diarin also felt that Ceres was beginning to find stability within herself.
He'll have to graduate from Diarin someday, but for now, it's a good thing.
And it was something to celebrate.
Ceres was the first to say 'good'.
Until now, Diarin had to ask him questions here and there, and after much deliberation, he decided whether he liked it or not. But now, he's finally figured out what he likes, and he's even said it.
It was a touching development.
Except that they're both completely naked.
Now that he can understand human speech, she thinks it's time to start teaching her some human manners.
“Yes, I understand. You're out.”
Ceres faithfully followed this order as well.
He took a step back and stood beyond the bathroom door.
Leave the door open.
“...Close the door.”
She forgot again that the dog only does what it is told.
***
Ceres had to hurry to wash himself off the bloodstains.
If she slowed down time, she didn't know in which direction or how it would explode.
Diarin washed off the foam, wrapped a towel around her head, got dressed, and left the bathroom.
Ceres remained standing.
As soon as she opened the door, she came face to face with Ceres standing like a pillar, and she thought she would faint.
“Are you done washing?”
“Yes.”
Even now, Ceres was naked.
Diarin opened her eyes wide and fixed them only on Ceres' upper body.
But inside Ceres's wet hair, a bloodstain that had not yet been washed away was visible.
“Huh? Did you wash it well? There’s still some left here.”
Looking closely, it wasn't just one place.
There were spots here and there, and there was a lot of black dirt under the fingernails.
Diarin felt the gravity of the situation.
“...It looks like you just came out wet.”
“I washed it.”
That's why I'm asking, because it doesn't look like you washed it.
Do you hate washing? Is it bothersome?
Whether he hated it or it was annoying, he probably washed up because he was told to.
“Do you usually wash like this?”
“Yes.”
“...”
Diarin covered her face with both hands.
What did the 8th Unit officer do without even teaching him how to wash properly?
It's harder to wash properly on a battlefield, but there's no need to force people to live in such an unclean state. In the long run, it's better to be clean...
'Ah.'
There was no need to look at it in the long term.
It was a miracle that the 8th Division itself lasted this long.
The 8th Division was deployed in battles that were clearly a losing battle, battles where sacrifice was inevitable, battles where they were openly going to die.
There's no way the superior who gave such an order would have been so diligent about hygiene.
Since most of them were recruited as children, they probably didn't even learn how to wash properly.
'I never thought it would be this much!'
God probably didn't know that the subjects he had to teach would include a children's course like 'Washing Your Face Clean'.
But washing is important.
First, Diarin quickly brought a new towel and spread it around Ceres's waist.
“Shouldn't you catch it?”
Ceres gripped the towel tightly.
The wind blew the towel taut, revealing the outline of his body.
Diarin looked down absentmindedly and then gasped.
Even if she quickly turned her eyes elsewhere, the afterimage of the part she had looked at lingered.
God who fills the sky and crosses the earth...
“Oh, oh, oh, let’s go quickly.”
Diarin hurriedly headed towards the bathroom Ceres had been using.
When she went into the bathroom, she could see at a glance how he had washed.
There was no trace of anything entering the bathtub.
The soap and towels were left as they were, without even a drop of water touching them.
Diarin found her true calling as a priest. She calmed her breathing, which was about to elevate, as if she were in a state of spiritual cultivation.
This is also the way to follow God's will... One by one... one by one...
“Let’s go into the bathtub first.”
Ceres entered the bath with a displeased expression.
Even though he was soaking in hot water, he looked very uncomfortable.
“Is it hot?”
Diarin dipped her hand into the bathtub water to check the water temperature.
It was lukewarm, less hot than when she first received it.
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres expressed his opinion.
It wasn't a good expression for anyone who saw it.
She usually just let it go, but she was a little curious.
“Why? Isn’t it warm and nice?”
“Not good.”
“Why is it not good?”
How can you hate this?
Diarin couldn't understand at all, so she kept asking questions.
Hot water is also a resource.
In noble houses, a pipe was installed to send hot water directly to the bathroom from a fireplace that was always lit.
What will make fire in that stove? It's firewood. Firewood is also money.
The woodshed in the kitchen of this mansion was filled to the ceiling with firewood.
Thanks to this, they always had firewood burning, and it wasn't difficult to get hot water.
But never in Diarin's life had she poured so much hot water on herself.
When she was young and living with her parents, they used hot water sparingly, and the whole family used it sparingly.
After her parents, her older brother, and even her much younger baby brother were washed, it was finally Diarin's turn.
Since they lived in a group in the temple, they had to use the water they were given appropriately.
On the front lines, a bathtub was something. She was grateful just to be able to wash.
So, soaking in the bathtub and washing itself was a chore.
She had to enjoy it to the fullest while she had the chance.
But he doesn't know how to enjoy this.
Diarin felt frustrated, if not sad.
“My senses are dulled.”
“What if you become dull?”
“We can’t prepare for an attack.”
There was a raid earlier, but it's not something that happens all the time... Probably.
And for someone like Ceres, it was necessary to be dull.
“You need to become more dull.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Once you taste it, it’ll be hard to come back...”
Diarin laughed teasingly.
After listening to the story, she realized that it wasn't a matter of likes and dislikes.
Soaking in warm water makes his body feel relaxed, drowsy, and tired...
If he expresses it as being dull, then it could be so.
For someone who is used to being in a state of confusion, it might be a disconcertingly intense sensation, but once you get a taste of it, you won't be able to escape.
Diarin looked at Ceres, who was in the bathtub, and laughed.
Once you taste something good, you quickly become addicted to it.
The military discipline that is tightly packed in that army will eventually disappear.
"First, I'll teach you how to wash your hair. From now on, you have to do it like this on your own."
Diarin approached Ceres behind her, holding a bar of soap.
Ceres felt awkward, but placed her head in Diarin's hands.
“Close your eyes as the bubbles enter.”
When ordered to close her eyes while there was a person next to her, Ceres rolled his eyes again in confusion.
He didn't know what to do with his eyelids, as if he had never closed his eyes in his life.
Diarin gave up first due to the awkward tension that was rising.
“Oh, no, if it's okay for bubbles to get in, it's floating and...”
Ceres could barely relax his stiff shoulders at that permission.
But, as Diarin said, the bubbles kept flowing down, making it difficult to keep his eyes open.
Eventually, he gave up on keeping his eyes wide open and just lowered them halfway.
Diarin looked down at Ceres's eyes and suddenly thought.
Fluttering eyelids and long eyelashes.
He's really handsome in every nook and cranny.
These are things that are unnecessary when fighting on the battlefield, but from now on, they will all be useful.
The fact that the young master is handsome is a great weapon.
Don't we all pour money all over our bodies to look a little more handsome and pretty?
Ceres was practically surrounded by money from the moment he was born.
'I wonder if the person who gave birth to such a beautiful child didn't feel sorry for him.'
If he is this pretty in the eyes of others, she can't even imagine what it must have been like in the eyes of the person who gave birth to him.
Diarin was curious about Ceres's birth, but there was no way to find out.
'You just have to live a good second life as a young master.'
For that time, she has to work hard and polish his skills to shine.
Diarin lathered up his hair and washed it thoroughly.
"Hmm..."
Ceres cleared his throat, wondering if it was cool.
That moment was brief.
His eyes widened in surprise at the sound he made himself.
He almost fell asleep.
He thinks he's crazy.
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