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Diarin gazed at the flowing text, as graceful as the handwriting itself.
It was an incredibly long and ornate signature.
It was so incredible that she couldn't believe he just thought of it.
“Was there a signature?”
“There wasn’t any.”
“But what is this?”
“I did as instructed.”
Did you just make this and draw it so naturally?
Are you perhaps born with the ability to create signatures?
She heard that people who create signatures also make quite a bit of money. Why not develop that skill as a retirement plan?
Since you discovered it yourself, you get a small fee.
“Can you make a signature with my name too?”
Diarin, of course, didn't have the money to leave it to someone else, so she made it herself.
There is no need for a fancy or luxurious signature to be used on official documents, so she just roughly scribbled down her name.
But it would be nice to have something plausible, right?
Because when this is over, he will become the chief priest.
Ceres nodded and moved his pen.
“...Are you doing this on purpose?”
Diarin opened her eyes wide when she saw the result.
The letters 'D I A R I N' were written in a crawling, earthworm-like manner.
The sad thing was that it wasn't much different from the signature she was using now.
Diarin's signature was a child's scribble compared to Ceres' signature next to it.
“You made it so well. So lethal.”
Ceres carefully looked at her eyes and wrote Diarin's name again.
However, if the previous earthworm was a ground worm, this one was only as different as a hairy lugworm.
At the sight of Diarin's disappointed eyes, Ceres challenged again.
But as the challenge continued, only earthworms appeared on the paper.
In the end, when even earthworms weren't enough, and something like a whale worm came out, Diarin snatched the paper away.
“...And, you have to make eye contact with the other person three times before you can request the next dance... Mr. Ceres?”
Surprisingly, peaceful days continued.
At first, she thought she was on a super-fast shortcut to hell.
But as time went on, the destination changed to heaven.
There had never been such a luxurious day in Diarin's life.
When she opens her eyes in the morning, Ceres is already up, washed, exercised, dressed, and cooked, waiting for her.
Now that she had confidently left the cooking to Ceres, she didn't even have to worry about getting up in the morning.
Just having no set wake-up time was already heaven.
Sleep as much as you want, and when you wake up, eat the meal that has been prepared for you.
When Ceres was bored, he cleaned.
She's so bored that there's never a day when dust settles in this huge house.
The whole place was so smooth and shiny that not even a single insect would bother them (She later found out that he had killed all of them because even the sound of the insects flying was annoying).
After eating, sit down leisurely and let it digest while reading a book to Ceres or teaching him manners.
That was all for the day.
Isn't that amazing?
The only thing she regretted was the sweet dessert after the meal.
Even though Ceres had reached a level where he could cook on his own by reading books, desserts were not easy.
Although he tried several times, it was an incident that left her discovering that even Ceres, who was good at everything, couldn't do some things.
Desserts take a tremendous amount of time, money, and effort to make.
It's expensive to buy and eat, and it's difficult to make.
She hasn't been greedy since she asked her mom to make it for her when she was little, and her mom beat her up and almost kicked her out.
It was touching that our crazy dog tried to do something that even her mother scolded her for.
It's just dessert, so you can eat it or not.
Life is already sweet enough without eating.
The class went smoothly.
Like the writing, other progress also fell off.
Ceres is now able to read most books on his own.
Aside from occasionally asking about words or pronunciations that he couldn't understand on his own, Diarin didn't have much to teach him.
A neat and handsome man sitting leisurely on a sofa by a window with sunlight streaming in, drinking a cup of tea, and reading a book.
If that isn't the young master, then what is it?
'Ugh... I did it, I did it. I, the priest, did it.'
Diarin was often moved by her own abilities.
But one very fatal problem remained.
“Calm down. Wait. Wait.”
“...”
Calming down the sensitivity was still a challenge.
Now, he no longer reacts to small animals by jumping up and throwing things.
Even if he reacted to the sounds of people coming and going, he could not run to kill them.
But as soon as he sensed even the slightest unfamiliar presence, his body reacted like this.
Diarin calmly hugged Ceres' waist tightly.
Then Ceres also soon calmed down.
“Whew, Whew...”
But today, something felt a little strange.
Diarin looked up at Ceres, releasing the strength from the arm that was holding his waist.
There was a hint of life in the eyes staring out the window.
The leisurely and easy-going gentleman is nowhere to be found, and the murderous mad dogs of the 8th Division have returned.
But there must be a reason why Ceres does this.
Diarin also looked out the window, wary of her surroundings.
She remembered the assassination that occurred during the Third Prince's visit last time.
She heard that assassination attempts targeting members of the 8th Division were frequent on the battlefield.
It's been quiet for a while now.
Even assassination attempts are all about money. Whoever it was, they might have been desperate for money, or they might have been waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
'Could that be today?'
In that case, it was right to deploy Ceres.
She almost yelled, 'Get it!'
Diarin gazed at the flowing text, as graceful as the handwriting itself.
It was an incredibly long and ornate signature.
It was so incredible that she couldn't believe he just thought of it.
“Was there a signature?”
“There wasn’t any.”
“But what is this?”
“I did as instructed.”
Did you just make this and draw it so naturally?
Are you perhaps born with the ability to create signatures?
She heard that people who create signatures also make quite a bit of money. Why not develop that skill as a retirement plan?
Since you discovered it yourself, you get a small fee.
“Can you make a signature with my name too?”
Diarin, of course, didn't have the money to leave it to someone else, so she made it herself.
There is no need for a fancy or luxurious signature to be used on official documents, so she just roughly scribbled down her name.
But it would be nice to have something plausible, right?
Because when this is over, he will become the chief priest.
Ceres nodded and moved his pen.
“...Are you doing this on purpose?”
Diarin opened her eyes wide when she saw the result.
The letters 'D I A R I N' were written in a crawling, earthworm-like manner.
The sad thing was that it wasn't much different from the signature she was using now.
Diarin's signature was a child's scribble compared to Ceres' signature next to it.
“You made it so well. So lethal.”
Ceres carefully looked at her eyes and wrote Diarin's name again.
However, if the previous earthworm was a ground worm, this one was only as different as a hairy lugworm.
At the sight of Diarin's disappointed eyes, Ceres challenged again.
But as the challenge continued, only earthworms appeared on the paper.
In the end, when even earthworms weren't enough, and something like a whale worm came out, Diarin snatched the paper away.
***
“...And, you have to make eye contact with the other person three times before you can request the next dance... Mr. Ceres?”
Surprisingly, peaceful days continued.
At first, she thought she was on a super-fast shortcut to hell.
But as time went on, the destination changed to heaven.
There had never been such a luxurious day in Diarin's life.
When she opens her eyes in the morning, Ceres is already up, washed, exercised, dressed, and cooked, waiting for her.
Now that she had confidently left the cooking to Ceres, she didn't even have to worry about getting up in the morning.
Just having no set wake-up time was already heaven.
Sleep as much as you want, and when you wake up, eat the meal that has been prepared for you.
When Ceres was bored, he cleaned.
She's so bored that there's never a day when dust settles in this huge house.
The whole place was so smooth and shiny that not even a single insect would bother them (She later found out that he had killed all of them because even the sound of the insects flying was annoying).
After eating, sit down leisurely and let it digest while reading a book to Ceres or teaching him manners.
That was all for the day.
Isn't that amazing?
The only thing she regretted was the sweet dessert after the meal.
Even though Ceres had reached a level where he could cook on his own by reading books, desserts were not easy.
Although he tried several times, it was an incident that left her discovering that even Ceres, who was good at everything, couldn't do some things.
Desserts take a tremendous amount of time, money, and effort to make.
It's expensive to buy and eat, and it's difficult to make.
She hasn't been greedy since she asked her mom to make it for her when she was little, and her mom beat her up and almost kicked her out.
It was touching that our crazy dog tried to do something that even her mother scolded her for.
It's just dessert, so you can eat it or not.
Life is already sweet enough without eating.
The class went smoothly.
Like the writing, other progress also fell off.
Ceres is now able to read most books on his own.
Aside from occasionally asking about words or pronunciations that he couldn't understand on his own, Diarin didn't have much to teach him.
A neat and handsome man sitting leisurely on a sofa by a window with sunlight streaming in, drinking a cup of tea, and reading a book.
If that isn't the young master, then what is it?
'Ugh... I did it, I did it. I, the priest, did it.'
Diarin was often moved by her own abilities.
But one very fatal problem remained.
“Calm down. Wait. Wait.”
“...”
Calming down the sensitivity was still a challenge.
Now, he no longer reacts to small animals by jumping up and throwing things.
Even if he reacted to the sounds of people coming and going, he could not run to kill them.
But as soon as he sensed even the slightest unfamiliar presence, his body reacted like this.
Diarin calmly hugged Ceres' waist tightly.
Then Ceres also soon calmed down.
“Whew, Whew...”
But today, something felt a little strange.
Diarin looked up at Ceres, releasing the strength from the arm that was holding his waist.
There was a hint of life in the eyes staring out the window.
The leisurely and easy-going gentleman is nowhere to be found, and the murderous mad dogs of the 8th Division have returned.
But there must be a reason why Ceres does this.
Diarin also looked out the window, wary of her surroundings.
She remembered the assassination that occurred during the Third Prince's visit last time.
She heard that assassination attempts targeting members of the 8th Division were frequent on the battlefield.
It's been quiet for a while now.
Even assassination attempts are all about money. Whoever it was, they might have been desperate for money, or they might have been waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
'Could that be today?'
In that case, it was right to deploy Ceres.
She almost yelled, 'Get it!'
'No, you shouldn't do this, Young Master.'
But Diarin soon changed her mind.
In a situation where one must survive, one would ask Ceres to fight, but it was usually better for the young master to watch leisurely from behind the guard.
Even in the midst of all this, she thought about how devoted he was to his work.
Diarin praised him and grabbed Ceres's waist again.
“Just stay still. If anything happens, I’ll deal with it.”
“...?”
Diarin seemed to light a fire from her fingertips.
Anyway, since no one is watching here, she can just sweep it up and throw it into the stove.
Whether it's a human or a tree, they both turn to ash when burned.
Countless things happen on the battlefield.
She couldn't just call out God's name when her life was at stake.
God must have given us the ability to do well.
She thought about it that way and had a history of just brushing it off a few times.
She's not confident because she hasn't faced an assassin before, but she doesn't think she'll ever not ride an assassin.
Diarin placed Ceres behind her and cautiously approached the door.
“I’m leaving.”
“Yes?”
But then Robben's voice came from the other side of the door.
Diarin looked back at Ceres.
Ceres still held a wary gaze. But Robben's voice struck her, and she nodded.
“Why are you doing that, Robben?”
Diarin opened the door defenselessly.
And she was once again impressed by Ceres' keen sense.
It wasn't just Robben on the other side of the door.
“I apologize for not contacting you in advance. The situation was so urgent.”
“Yes, what is it...?”
Diarin glanced sideways at the strangers standing behind Robben.
He looked like a soldier.
And a large man they were carrying, each holding one arm from either side.
It was similar to how she had seen Ceres the first time.
'Oh, really?'
Other 8th Division members?
As Diarin's eyes changed to one that seemed to have noticed something, Robben asked pleadingly.
“Can I bring him in for now?”
“Oh, yes, yes. Please do.”
Diarin stepped aside from the door.
But then, Ceres, who had been approaching silently from behind, growled.
“Mr. Ceres? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like it.”
"Yes?"
Ceres glared at the man the soldiers had brought in as if he intended to kill him, then let out another deep growl.
It was a voice he really hated.
Robben looked embarrassed and flustered.
“That’s it, Ceres, just this once.”
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres was resolute.
He was spreading his power with a realistic threat that he would kill anyone who took even one step forward.
Diarin first hugged Ceres's waist and stroked his hair.
“Just calm down for now.”
Ceres quietly wrapped himself around Diarin's body.
He growled and flinched, but she could feel him holding back.
In the meantime, Diarin quickly put him inside and signaled to Robben to take the soldiers out.
'Let's put it in quickly and make sure it's out of sight.'
Right now, Diarin is in front of him, so he can't jump out and twist his neck. But she didn't know what would happen if she delayed.
The soldiers' movements were silent, as if Robben had warned them in advance.
They walked tiptoe, barely making a sound.
The soldiers who had placed the man in one of the rooms at the end of the room retreated silently, just as they had entered.
Eventually, only Robben was left.
“Other people have gone. It’s okay.”
Diarin dragged Ceres to a chair, urging him to sit down.
When Diarin sat down first, Ceres sat on the floor, hugged Diarin's waist tightly, and buried his face in her lap.
She calmed Ceres down like this, but now, when he can no longer hold himself back, she does this.
It looks like he is a bit confused by the appearance of unfamiliar soldiers and even members of the 8th Division.
Robben covered his mouth, seemingly moved once again by the sight.
“You are a true priest who truly carries out the will of God...!”
It was thanks to the many material aids that helped carry out God's will.
Of course, that statement was omitted from the social context.
Diarin smiled compassionately and bowed her head.
“But what is this?”
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