23. Get dressed!
The inside of the box was very plain.
It was more monotonous, simple, shabby, and poor than she had expected, and Diarin couldn't help but let out a deflating sound.
“...Is this really all?”
A few new-looking clothes and a few pairs of shoes.
End.
She looked around to see if anything was lying on the floor, even between the boxes, but there was nothing. That was really all.
“What about your personal belongings?”
"Does not exist."
Diarin's pupils shook wildly.
No matter what, how can there be none?
Although Diarin belonged to a temple that strictly restricted personal possessions, she still carried a bag of personal belongings with her.
You can buy new ones, and they are readily available anywhere, but aren't there some things that are familiar to you?
Things like a comb, a mirror, a shoehorn, a pen, etc.
An object that brings back memories of receiving a gift from someone, or the feeling you had when you first got it, and that comes to mind every time you look at it.
“Did it get stolen?”
Diarin asked cautiously.
"No."
Ceres answered nonchalantly.
“Still. There must have been at least a few things you used regularly. Like a knife.”
“All the supplies are the same.”
“Not customized?”
“I'll use anything.”
“Wow... how could that be?”
Even the lowest-ranking soldiers can wield a sword that fits their hand.
Sometimes you pay with your own money, and since it's the military, most awards are given in the form of weapons, so it's easy to get them.
But the units being pushed to the front lines are completely supplied with supplies.
“Any weapon must be capable of delivering the best combat performance.”
"...Ah."
It was only after Ceres's further explanation that Diarin realized.
It often happens that weapons slip out of your hands or break during a fight.
It seems that the 8th Unit had trained to handle even such situations without any problem.
Well, he's skilled enough to cut down an assassin with his bare hands.
If you were to give this someone a stone instead of a sword, it would make a formidable weapon.
But no matter what, it was strange that there wasn't a single thing he was attached to.
Even a stone kicked in passing or a piece of wood sat on is something that humans attribute meaning to.
Diarin took out a pair of crisp new clothes that held no memories.
“Huh...?”
She thought it was a paid item, but it was actually a pretty nice piece of clothing.
The feel of it brushing her fingertips was very soft and smooth.
It seemed like this was something for the 'young master' and not the soldier.
“Let us try this on.”
Diarin immediately handed over the clothes.
It was a proper outfit, not the worn and torn shirt Ceres had been wearing.
She wonders how he'll transform if he wears this. She's excited.
Ceres nodded and untied his gown on the spot.
“Hey! Over here! Clothes!”
Diarin shouted urgently.
The gown had already flowed down his body and fallen to his feet.
Ceres looked down at the gown that had fallen to the floor with confused eyes.
“If you want to wear it...”
You have to take it off to change it.
But there was also an order to always keep clothes on in front of people.
The orders were conflicting.
Ceres was confused.
“...I was wrong.”
“?”
Even in commands, the order and context were important.
Although she had no intention of giving orders to Ceres in the first place, it might have been complicated for someone who listened and acted without question.
“Get dressed quickly.”
Diarin turned around, trying to stop Ceres from picking up his gown again.
She just has to not look at it.
Well, sometimes she just has to look at it like this, and she'll get used to Ceres' naked body.
It's a body that's good for the eyes anyway.
She thinks other people will like it too.
This guy is comfortable, and the people are nice, too. It's all good because they like each other.
Yeah, not all young masters are polite, are they?
It is polite to be there to avoid causing harm to anyone.
Ceres's naked body didn't seem to harm anyone. Perhaps it would create benefit and light for the world.
“Anyway, get dressed quickly.”
Diarin turned around and stretched out her arms behind her, holding out his clothes.
The sound of Ceres quietly taking the clothes and putting them on hia body could be heard.
She doesn't know why that sound sounds so thrilling, like it's brushing her heart.
'God who fills the sky and crosses the earth, your name that is everywhere and abides at all times beautifies this world...'
Diarin muttered a prayer in her mind, trying to erase Ceres' naked body from her mind.
She is a priest who lives only looking up to God.
She was the person who lived the furthest from men, heterosexual relationships, and such.
Of course, those who did it did it secretly and hid, and then, when they wanted to get married, they returned to secular life.
But that is a choice that only those who have a way to make a living after returning to secular life can make.
It was not easy for a returned priest to adapt to life in the secular world.
When they were priests, they were revered and worshipped as if they were different beings from birth, but the moment they took off their priestly attire, they were treated as corrupted pollutants.
It was much harder for them to find jobs than for ordinary people, and they were often openly pointed at and harassed.
Those who took the risk and struck out at the priesthood were either blinded by love and brimming with courage or children from noble families.
Diarin was no child of a noble house; she had no reason to strike out at the priesthood.
So, she just looked at the man like a stone.
Since it wasn't the subject of interest in the first place, it wasn't looked at as anything special.
But even so, Ceres's body made Diarin's heart beat faster.
“Asset acquisition complete.”
“Are you all dressed up?”
Diarin turned around awkwardly, as if she had been caught having a bad thought at Ceres's words.
And she was surprised.
“Wow, who are you?”
“...? I am Ceres.”
“...When complimenting someone for changing so much that you didn’t even notice, say this.”
"Ah."
Ceres realized this and corrected his answer.
"You're welcome."
“Well done.”
Teaching was rewarding.
Diarin approached Ceres and smoothed out his shabbily draped clothes.
She pulled out the shirt collar and straightened the buttons she had left unfastened.
After she finished putting on his outfit and took a step back to admire it, she realized that the pieces were separate.
“...There’s chaos in the social circles. You’re going to turn the party upside down.”
Not all nobles are handsome.
No matter how much you decorate it, it can't match the original's good looks.
Ceres's radiant appearance will surely turn the social world upside down.
She became greedy.
Since we're already doing it, why not create a Prince who will turn the social world upside down?
It was the first time in her life that she felt this passionate about something.
“Try walking.”
At Diarin's words, Ceres walked slowly through the living room.
The results of a perfectly balanced body and disciplined movements were amazing.
A combination of the nimble and flexible movements of a beast and the neat attire of a master.
Even Diarin, who was ignorant of social circles, could easily see that it was enough to shake people's hearts.
“You really look like a young master.”
What is this young master? Even if you say he's the prince I've been hiding, I'll believe you.
It seemed that the decorated Ceres would not need manners or anything as long as he didn't run wild.
After all, it's unlikely that people would expect smooth manners from the 8th Division members.
Even if he just stands still, it's obvious that he'll be in the center of social circles.
Suddenly, she thought that if he had not been drafted into the military as a child and had grown up well, he would have been living that kind of life by now.
She thinks she felt that way even more because it happened right after she saw The Third Prince.
“Wow, how did you end up in the 8th unit with such a handsome face?”
If he was this good, he must have been as cute as Sevian when he was young.
They say that all the members of the 8th Division were drafted when they were young, so why did they send that cute Ceres to the military?
Why wasn't there a single adult around to stop it?
“I don’t remember.”
“Because you were too young?”
“I have no memory of anything before I joined the military.”
Diarin tilted her head to the side.
She had a strange feeling.
“How old were you at that time?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
It seemed like it had something to do with Ceres not even having a common-sense level of knowledge.
He doesn't know his age, he doesn't know his name.
But the name Ceres seemed like a name that was too vague to be made up.
“Was it Ceres from the beginning?”
“Yes.”
If so, then there must have been at least someone who told him the name Ceres.
But he doesn't remember that.
“Did you erase your memories in the military?”
“No. It never existed from the beginning.”
“Is it possible that all the members of the 8th Division are like that?”
“No. Some people remember.”
The military didn't erase everyone's memories.
Then why Ceres' memories?
It was ambiguous to say that it never existed from the beginning.
She couldn't tell if it was erased in the military, if there was an accident, or if it was erased by someone else before he came to the military.
"Wait for a second."
Diarin stroked Ceres's head again.
If there's something to do with memory, it might catch on.
Until now, she has been focusing only on recovery and stability, and has not even thought about touching that side.
Diarin closed her eyes and concentrated as much as possible.
‘...? I think there’s something...’
The inside of the box was very plain.
It was more monotonous, simple, shabby, and poor than she had expected, and Diarin couldn't help but let out a deflating sound.
“...Is this really all?”
A few new-looking clothes and a few pairs of shoes.
End.
She looked around to see if anything was lying on the floor, even between the boxes, but there was nothing. That was really all.
“What about your personal belongings?”
"Does not exist."
Diarin's pupils shook wildly.
No matter what, how can there be none?
Although Diarin belonged to a temple that strictly restricted personal possessions, she still carried a bag of personal belongings with her.
You can buy new ones, and they are readily available anywhere, but aren't there some things that are familiar to you?
Things like a comb, a mirror, a shoehorn, a pen, etc.
An object that brings back memories of receiving a gift from someone, or the feeling you had when you first got it, and that comes to mind every time you look at it.
“Did it get stolen?”
Diarin asked cautiously.
"No."
Ceres answered nonchalantly.
“Still. There must have been at least a few things you used regularly. Like a knife.”
“All the supplies are the same.”
“Not customized?”
“I'll use anything.”
“Wow... how could that be?”
Even the lowest-ranking soldiers can wield a sword that fits their hand.
Sometimes you pay with your own money, and since it's the military, most awards are given in the form of weapons, so it's easy to get them.
But the units being pushed to the front lines are completely supplied with supplies.
“Any weapon must be capable of delivering the best combat performance.”
"...Ah."
It was only after Ceres's further explanation that Diarin realized.
It often happens that weapons slip out of your hands or break during a fight.
It seems that the 8th Unit had trained to handle even such situations without any problem.
Well, he's skilled enough to cut down an assassin with his bare hands.
If you were to give this someone a stone instead of a sword, it would make a formidable weapon.
But no matter what, it was strange that there wasn't a single thing he was attached to.
Even a stone kicked in passing or a piece of wood sat on is something that humans attribute meaning to.
Diarin took out a pair of crisp new clothes that held no memories.
“Huh...?”
She thought it was a paid item, but it was actually a pretty nice piece of clothing.
The feel of it brushing her fingertips was very soft and smooth.
It seemed like this was something for the 'young master' and not the soldier.
“Let us try this on.”
Diarin immediately handed over the clothes.
It was a proper outfit, not the worn and torn shirt Ceres had been wearing.
She wonders how he'll transform if he wears this. She's excited.
Ceres nodded and untied his gown on the spot.
“Hey! Over here! Clothes!”
Diarin shouted urgently.
The gown had already flowed down his body and fallen to his feet.
Ceres looked down at the gown that had fallen to the floor with confused eyes.
“If you want to wear it...”
You have to take it off to change it.
But there was also an order to always keep clothes on in front of people.
The orders were conflicting.
Ceres was confused.
“...I was wrong.”
“?”
Even in commands, the order and context were important.
Although she had no intention of giving orders to Ceres in the first place, it might have been complicated for someone who listened and acted without question.
“Get dressed quickly.”
Diarin turned around, trying to stop Ceres from picking up his gown again.
She just has to not look at it.
Well, sometimes she just has to look at it like this, and she'll get used to Ceres' naked body.
It's a body that's good for the eyes anyway.
She thinks other people will like it too.
This guy is comfortable, and the people are nice, too. It's all good because they like each other.
Yeah, not all young masters are polite, are they?
It is polite to be there to avoid causing harm to anyone.
Ceres's naked body didn't seem to harm anyone. Perhaps it would create benefit and light for the world.
“Anyway, get dressed quickly.”
Diarin turned around and stretched out her arms behind her, holding out his clothes.
The sound of Ceres quietly taking the clothes and putting them on hia body could be heard.
She doesn't know why that sound sounds so thrilling, like it's brushing her heart.
'God who fills the sky and crosses the earth, your name that is everywhere and abides at all times beautifies this world...'
Diarin muttered a prayer in her mind, trying to erase Ceres' naked body from her mind.
She is a priest who lives only looking up to God.
She was the person who lived the furthest from men, heterosexual relationships, and such.
Of course, those who did it did it secretly and hid, and then, when they wanted to get married, they returned to secular life.
But that is a choice that only those who have a way to make a living after returning to secular life can make.
It was not easy for a returned priest to adapt to life in the secular world.
When they were priests, they were revered and worshipped as if they were different beings from birth, but the moment they took off their priestly attire, they were treated as corrupted pollutants.
It was much harder for them to find jobs than for ordinary people, and they were often openly pointed at and harassed.
Those who took the risk and struck out at the priesthood were either blinded by love and brimming with courage or children from noble families.
Diarin was no child of a noble house; she had no reason to strike out at the priesthood.
So, she just looked at the man like a stone.
Since it wasn't the subject of interest in the first place, it wasn't looked at as anything special.
But even so, Ceres's body made Diarin's heart beat faster.
“Asset acquisition complete.”
“Are you all dressed up?”
Diarin turned around awkwardly, as if she had been caught having a bad thought at Ceres's words.
And she was surprised.
“Wow, who are you?”
“...? I am Ceres.”
“...When complimenting someone for changing so much that you didn’t even notice, say this.”
"Ah."
Ceres realized this and corrected his answer.
"You're welcome."
“Well done.”
Teaching was rewarding.
Diarin approached Ceres and smoothed out his shabbily draped clothes.
She pulled out the shirt collar and straightened the buttons she had left unfastened.
After she finished putting on his outfit and took a step back to admire it, she realized that the pieces were separate.
“...There’s chaos in the social circles. You’re going to turn the party upside down.”
Not all nobles are handsome.
No matter how much you decorate it, it can't match the original's good looks.
Ceres's radiant appearance will surely turn the social world upside down.
She became greedy.
Since we're already doing it, why not create a Prince who will turn the social world upside down?
It was the first time in her life that she felt this passionate about something.
“Try walking.”
At Diarin's words, Ceres walked slowly through the living room.
The results of a perfectly balanced body and disciplined movements were amazing.
A combination of the nimble and flexible movements of a beast and the neat attire of a master.
Even Diarin, who was ignorant of social circles, could easily see that it was enough to shake people's hearts.
“You really look like a young master.”
What is this young master? Even if you say he's the prince I've been hiding, I'll believe you.
It seemed that the decorated Ceres would not need manners or anything as long as he didn't run wild.
After all, it's unlikely that people would expect smooth manners from the 8th Division members.
Even if he just stands still, it's obvious that he'll be in the center of social circles.
Suddenly, she thought that if he had not been drafted into the military as a child and had grown up well, he would have been living that kind of life by now.
She thinks she felt that way even more because it happened right after she saw The Third Prince.
“Wow, how did you end up in the 8th unit with such a handsome face?”
If he was this good, he must have been as cute as Sevian when he was young.
They say that all the members of the 8th Division were drafted when they were young, so why did they send that cute Ceres to the military?
Why wasn't there a single adult around to stop it?
“I don’t remember.”
“Because you were too young?”
“I have no memory of anything before I joined the military.”
Diarin tilted her head to the side.
She had a strange feeling.
“How old were you at that time?”
“I don’t know.”
“...So how did you come up with the name?”
It seemed like it had something to do with Ceres not even having a common-sense level of knowledge.
He doesn't know his age, he doesn't know his name.
But the name Ceres seemed like a name that was too vague to be made up.
“Was it Ceres from the beginning?”
“Yes.”
If so, then there must have been at least someone who told him the name Ceres.
But he doesn't remember that.
“Did you erase your memories in the military?”
“No. It never existed from the beginning.”
“Is it possible that all the members of the 8th Division are like that?”
“No. Some people remember.”
The military didn't erase everyone's memories.
Then why Ceres' memories?
It was ambiguous to say that it never existed from the beginning.
She couldn't tell if it was erased in the military, if there was an accident, or if it was erased by someone else before he came to the military.
"Wait for a second."
Diarin stroked Ceres's head again.
If there's something to do with memory, it might catch on.
Until now, she has been focusing only on recovery and stability, and has not even thought about touching that side.
Diarin closed her eyes and concentrated as much as possible.
‘...? I think there’s something...’
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