24. Serious study
Ceres's head was a complex web of magic and sorcery.
The spell on his head was crude.
Moreover, because it was such an old procedure, it was not easy to find traces and dig into it.
If you touch it rashly, you could end up a wreck.
The head area was not something Diarin usually used for, so she was especially careful.
It seemed like something she could only attempt after studying and training.
Anyway, what is certain for now is that someone has cast a spell to seal Ceres' memories.
That too, to him who was very young.
'How? Who? Why?'
The curiosity continued.
To that child, why on earth? For what reason?
But being curious didn't solve the question right away.
Diarin, who had an immediate task at hand, put it into practice immediately.
There is no set path to divine power.
Each of them had different abilities, and the direction of their abilities was also different.
There was no standard for measurement, and no way to measure it.
So, training or teaching divine power was impossible from the beginning.
So instead, she studied the physical part.
Medicine, biology, and human anatomy were the subjects primarily studied by priests.
Diarin asked for support without hesitation.
“Wow, this much?”
Soon, a mountain of books appeared before Diarin's eyes.
It was a huge amount of books, dozens of times more than she had thought when requesting them.
“There were instructions to not spare support and to push as hard as possible.”
Robben shrugged, looking as if he was proud of what he had bought.
There was a reason he did that.
“And these are also support.”
Robben placed a thick pouch of gold coins and a checkbook firmly in Diarin's hands.
“She said, ‘If you need anything, don’t hold back.’ If you need more, just ask.”
“God bless you!”
Diarin cried out in excitement.
She wasn't sure if God would really bless her, but she prayed and pressed for a blessing, and if that didn't work, she was willing to threaten him.
Robben also laughed heartily at the climax of the reaction.
“By the way, why do we need all these?”
Robben was curious as he looked at the anatomy and medical books that Diarin had requested.
In addition to that, she requested etiquette books, calligraphy books, and cookbooks to teach Ceres.
The last cookbook was Diarin's personal wish, but she convinced him that it was a public duty, as making a living was also an important duty.
“I think I need to touch on the memory part.”
“Does he remember?”
Robben narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not asking for confidential information from another party, are you?”
“The other side?”
Sorven, who fought against Laklion, was eventually defeated.
King Sorven was spared in exchange for becoming a vassal of Laklion, and Prince Grelind was taken hostage.
Grelind cannot return to Sorven until King Sorven dies.
If he becomes the next King of Sorven and has a Prince, that Prince will also follow the same path.
Sorven was completely occupied by Laklion.
Other than Sorven, there was no place to covet the military secrets of the 8th Raklion Division.
“It would have been better if it hadn’t been there.”
“Was there another one?”
Ceres's head was a complex web of magic and sorcery.
The spell on his head was crude.
Moreover, because it was such an old procedure, it was not easy to find traces and dig into it.
If you touch it rashly, you could end up a wreck.
The head area was not something Diarin usually used for, so she was especially careful.
It seemed like something she could only attempt after studying and training.
Anyway, what is certain for now is that someone has cast a spell to seal Ceres' memories.
That too, to him who was very young.
'How? Who? Why?'
The curiosity continued.
To that child, why on earth? For what reason?
But being curious didn't solve the question right away.
***
Diarin, who had an immediate task at hand, put it into practice immediately.
There is no set path to divine power.
Each of them had different abilities, and the direction of their abilities was also different.
There was no standard for measurement, and no way to measure it.
So, training or teaching divine power was impossible from the beginning.
So instead, she studied the physical part.
Medicine, biology, and human anatomy were the subjects primarily studied by priests.
Diarin asked for support without hesitation.
***
“Wow, this much?”
Soon, a mountain of books appeared before Diarin's eyes.
It was a huge amount of books, dozens of times more than she had thought when requesting them.
“There were instructions to not spare support and to push as hard as possible.”
Robben shrugged, looking as if he was proud of what he had bought.
There was a reason he did that.
“And these are also support.”
Robben placed a thick pouch of gold coins and a checkbook firmly in Diarin's hands.
“She said, ‘If you need anything, don’t hold back.’ If you need more, just ask.”
“God bless you!”
Diarin cried out in excitement.
She wasn't sure if God would really bless her, but she prayed and pressed for a blessing, and if that didn't work, she was willing to threaten him.
Robben also laughed heartily at the climax of the reaction.
“By the way, why do we need all these?”
Robben was curious as he looked at the anatomy and medical books that Diarin had requested.
In addition to that, she requested etiquette books, calligraphy books, and cookbooks to teach Ceres.
The last cookbook was Diarin's personal wish, but she convinced him that it was a public duty, as making a living was also an important duty.
“I think I need to touch on the memory part.”
“Does he remember?”
Robben narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not asking for confidential information from another party, are you?”
“The other side?”
Sorven, who fought against Laklion, was eventually defeated.
King Sorven was spared in exchange for becoming a vassal of Laklion, and Prince Grelind was taken hostage.
Grelind cannot return to Sorven until King Sorven dies.
If he becomes the next King of Sorven and has a Prince, that Prince will also follow the same path.
Sorven was completely occupied by Laklion.
Other than Sorven, there was no place to covet the military secrets of the 8th Raklion Division.
“It would have been better if it hadn’t been there.”
“Was there another one?”
"There were some bad attempts. Please be careful, Diarin."
Robben seemed to be sparing with his words.
Diarin also ended the conversation without digging deeper.
She got what she deserved, so that's enough.
After sending Robben away, Diarin returned to the mansion, her purse jingling cheerfully.
Ceres sat quietly in the living room, waiting.
“We're going to start studying in earnest starting today.”
"Yes."
The word "studying" naturally brought to mind a disgusted reaction.
Except for a very small number of people, there are no people who like studying.
No matter how much of a believer you are, people want to run away from the time they study theology and doctrine.
But Ceres was calm.
She was a little worried that that expressionless face would crumble while studying.
It was a desire to see him cry if she couldn't see him smile.
...Something's gone wrong.
Diarin placed a pile of books in front of Ceres.
“Let’s learn how to write first.”
He couldn't start studying right away.
First, she had to write and show it to others to study, but there was no paper or pen in the mansion.
Even though they had all the necessities for living and eating, it seems that even the person who prepared them forgot.
This time, when she ordered the book, she got all the necessary items, including ink, pen, and paper.
It was truly the best-prepared pen, with a gold-plated pen holder and a luxurious ink that looked expensive at first glance.
The paper wasn't the kind of cheap paper that would always catch the nib and smudge the ink. It was high-quality paper, smooth enough for the pen to glide through.
It is also a good strategy to show only good things and tell only good things from the beginning.
A young master must have a naive side, unaware of the ways of the world.
"Yes, let's start. These are the basic letters. I'll show you how to write them in order."
Diarin carefully wrote down each and every letter.
In fact, Diarin's handwriting wasn't very pretty.
She tended to write roughly, thinking that she just had to find out.
She had to teach Ceres, so she was writing each letter with emphasis, but it felt very awkward because she was doing something she didn't usually do.
"Hmm..."
If you are conscious of it, you can't do it anymore.
The letters have become more crooked than usual.
“Just refer to the order in which I write, and for the rest, just follow this book.”
A good teacher is someone who can admit his own shortcomings.
Diarin gave up cooking and even writing.
Diarin handed over the pen to Ceres.
“The pen is like this. Yeah, you hold it well.”
When Diarin corrected the way his fingers held the pen, he held it as it was.
She was worried that she might hold it strangely, like a child, but the hand holding the pen looked quite elegant.
If he just writes elegantly, it's perfect.
Diarin, who had decided not to have too high expectations from the beginning, pointed to the first letter.
“Yes, slow down. One letter at a time, step by step...”
Before Diarin could finish speaking, Ceres began to roll his pen.
The pen flowed smoothly, creating smooth letters that seemed to have been printed from the tip of the finger.
Diarin's jaw dropped.
Wow, I guess our child is a genius...
“What the heck, how could this be? How did you write that?!”
"Report."
Ceres's answer teased Diarin.
So did you write this with your eyes closed?!
Compared to Ceres's handwriting, Diarin's handwriting was almost like writing with her eyes closed.
Diarin, who couldn't believe it even after seeing it, took the opportunity to unfold the long word and show it to him.
Even if you can't read yet, you'll be able to follow the letters and write them down.
It was a letter that was a bit tricky to write because it had uppercase and lowercase letters mixed together.
"Gasp..."
But Ceres wrote it down just as fluently as a scholar who had only written all his life.
Diarin felt the wide world.
There are people in the world with all kinds of abilities.
Ceres didn't stop at just his elegant handwriting. He even memorized and read the texts he had been taught once.
“This doesn’t make sense.”
Does it make sense that our dog, who we thought was crazy, was actually a genius?
Besides, the majors were different.
The mad dog's specialty was swinging swords, and this talent was a perfect liberal arts one.
She wanted to see if he was good at math, but Diarin wasn't good at numbers either, so she couldn't do that.
“I wonder if the 8th Unit made a mistake in their judgment...”
With this level of language ability, it might have been a better use of his abilities to send him to another country as a spy or informant.
Ceres was born with the ability to read and write, and progressed quickly as if he were born with it.
He was able to read the basic book in one day.
From now on, he just had to practice and slow down.
“Oh, right. You need to make a signature too.”
If you are a young master, you will have to sign wherever you go.
It was a basic requirement for letters, and even at parties, you had to sign the guestbook.
Ceres will be featured as a national hero, so he will be attending many extravagant parties.
She suddenly felt bitter after the party.
Diarin has only been to one party.
Even if you didn't have much money, you were a nobleman, so you had to show your face in high society at least once.
Two years ago, when her brother made his debut in society, the whole family pooled their money and bought him a flashy suit.
So, when Diarin debuted in society, she thought she would be able to wear a dress with a lot of lace, something she had never worn in her life.
But her mother asked where the money was, so she borrowed an out-of-style dress from a distant relative and had Diarin wear it.
In the end, it became a flower on the wall, and everyone who saw it passed by with a chuckle.
The humiliation of that day is still unforgettable.
Even before entering the party venue, the mockery in the eyes of people passing by on the street.
It was a gaze too harsh and bitter for a young lady debuting in high society to handle.
Diarin was basically thrown into a party without any education or knowledge.
She didn't know she had to practice signing, too.
She was ashamed of her own name, written in trembling handwriting next to the signatures in the guestbook that had been scribbled so beautifully.
She must make sure that Ceres doesn't end up like that.
“I see.”
“Try it. Oh, the signature is... something like this.”
Diarin showed him the authors' signatures on the front and back pages of each book.
As expected from the people who wrote the book, the signatures were ornate and fancy.
Ceres looked at the signatures carefully, then waved his hand in the air a few times before dipping the nib into the ink.
The pen tip flowed down, making a square sound.
"Uh..."
“Let’s learn how to write first.”
He couldn't start studying right away.
First, she had to write and show it to others to study, but there was no paper or pen in the mansion.
Even though they had all the necessities for living and eating, it seems that even the person who prepared them forgot.
This time, when she ordered the book, she got all the necessary items, including ink, pen, and paper.
It was truly the best-prepared pen, with a gold-plated pen holder and a luxurious ink that looked expensive at first glance.
The paper wasn't the kind of cheap paper that would always catch the nib and smudge the ink. It was high-quality paper, smooth enough for the pen to glide through.
It is also a good strategy to show only good things and tell only good things from the beginning.
A young master must have a naive side, unaware of the ways of the world.
"Yes, let's start. These are the basic letters. I'll show you how to write them in order."
Diarin carefully wrote down each and every letter.
In fact, Diarin's handwriting wasn't very pretty.
She tended to write roughly, thinking that she just had to find out.
She had to teach Ceres, so she was writing each letter with emphasis, but it felt very awkward because she was doing something she didn't usually do.
"Hmm..."
If you are conscious of it, you can't do it anymore.
The letters have become more crooked than usual.
“Just refer to the order in which I write, and for the rest, just follow this book.”
A good teacher is someone who can admit his own shortcomings.
Diarin gave up cooking and even writing.
Diarin handed over the pen to Ceres.
“The pen is like this. Yeah, you hold it well.”
When Diarin corrected the way his fingers held the pen, he held it as it was.
She was worried that she might hold it strangely, like a child, but the hand holding the pen looked quite elegant.
If he just writes elegantly, it's perfect.
Diarin, who had decided not to have too high expectations from the beginning, pointed to the first letter.
“Yes, slow down. One letter at a time, step by step...”
Before Diarin could finish speaking, Ceres began to roll his pen.
The pen flowed smoothly, creating smooth letters that seemed to have been printed from the tip of the finger.
Diarin's jaw dropped.
Wow, I guess our child is a genius...
“What the heck, how could this be? How did you write that?!”
"Report."
Ceres's answer teased Diarin.
So did you write this with your eyes closed?!
Compared to Ceres's handwriting, Diarin's handwriting was almost like writing with her eyes closed.
Diarin, who couldn't believe it even after seeing it, took the opportunity to unfold the long word and show it to him.
Even if you can't read yet, you'll be able to follow the letters and write them down.
It was a letter that was a bit tricky to write because it had uppercase and lowercase letters mixed together.
"Gasp..."
But Ceres wrote it down just as fluently as a scholar who had only written all his life.
Diarin felt the wide world.
There are people in the world with all kinds of abilities.
Ceres didn't stop at just his elegant handwriting. He even memorized and read the texts he had been taught once.
“This doesn’t make sense.”
Does it make sense that our dog, who we thought was crazy, was actually a genius?
Besides, the majors were different.
The mad dog's specialty was swinging swords, and this talent was a perfect liberal arts one.
She wanted to see if he was good at math, but Diarin wasn't good at numbers either, so she couldn't do that.
“I wonder if the 8th Unit made a mistake in their judgment...”
With this level of language ability, it might have been a better use of his abilities to send him to another country as a spy or informant.
Ceres was born with the ability to read and write, and progressed quickly as if he were born with it.
He was able to read the basic book in one day.
From now on, he just had to practice and slow down.
“Oh, right. You need to make a signature too.”
If you are a young master, you will have to sign wherever you go.
It was a basic requirement for letters, and even at parties, you had to sign the guestbook.
Ceres will be featured as a national hero, so he will be attending many extravagant parties.
She suddenly felt bitter after the party.
Diarin has only been to one party.
Even if you didn't have much money, you were a nobleman, so you had to show your face in high society at least once.
Two years ago, when her brother made his debut in society, the whole family pooled their money and bought him a flashy suit.
So, when Diarin debuted in society, she thought she would be able to wear a dress with a lot of lace, something she had never worn in her life.
But her mother asked where the money was, so she borrowed an out-of-style dress from a distant relative and had Diarin wear it.
In the end, it became a flower on the wall, and everyone who saw it passed by with a chuckle.
The humiliation of that day is still unforgettable.
Even before entering the party venue, the mockery in the eyes of people passing by on the street.
It was a gaze too harsh and bitter for a young lady debuting in high society to handle.
Diarin was basically thrown into a party without any education or knowledge.
She didn't know she had to practice signing, too.
She was ashamed of her own name, written in trembling handwriting next to the signatures in the guestbook that had been scribbled so beautifully.
She must make sure that Ceres doesn't end up like that.
"Signatures are often obtained by paying someone skilled to do them well, but since you might have a specific style in mind, it's better to create a sample first and then commission it."
“Try it. Oh, the signature is... something like this.”
Diarin showed him the authors' signatures on the front and back pages of each book.
As expected from the people who wrote the book, the signatures were ornate and fancy.
Ceres looked at the signatures carefully, then waved his hand in the air a few times before dipping the nib into the ink.
The pen tip flowed down, making a square sound.
"Uh..."
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