31. Personal gain using company money
Diarin's experiment has begun.
It was an experiment as dangerous as an explosion experiment.
She had to be very careful because if she was not careful, her body and the mansion could explode at the same time.
“Yes, if you feel like you can’t stand it even a little bit, just hug me tight. Got it?”
“It’s noisy...”
“...Sorry, please listen to my heartbeat.”
She felt somewhat confident that she could calm Ceres, but not completely.
There are still some concerns that remain.
Diarin scanned the various experimental tools placed on the table while holding Ceres in her arms.
“First, let’s start with something pleasant to hear.”
It started with a music box.
When she raided the storage room of the mansion, she found a lot of household items.
The owner of the mansion said that it was too big and expensive to maintain, and that it was a hassle to visit, so he sold it all.
They left all the furniture behind, and even the most basic household items were carelessly thrown into the storage room before leaving.
Thanks to this, Diarin was easily prepared without having to buy or prepare anything separately.
“Are we starting?”
The faint sound of the music box began to play.
“Hoo, hoo...”
Ceres took a deep breath as Diarin had instructed and listened to the music box.
Ding, ding, ding.
A clear sound rang out, creating a melody.
Diarin also listened to the melody alongside Ceres.
"...Are you okay?"
"...Yes."
Diarin's levator scapulae, which had been so tense that they almost touched her ears, calmed down.
Her heart didn't race as fast as it did the first time.
As Diarin's heartbeat calmed down, Ceres' excitement also subsided.
The two hugged each other for a long time, listening to the music box's music.
Only after the music box had finished turning and the song had stopped did Diarin let out a long breath she had been holding in.
“Phew... Fortunately, there’s no problem with the song.”
"Yes."
“There won’t be any problems dancing at the ball because the music is too loud.”
She felt empowered after buttoning up the first button well.
Next came the sound of leaves rustling, the sound of blades clashing, etc.
Some things were as expected, but there were also some unexpected things.
“You really hate the sound of birds.”
“Ugh...”
“Uh uh uh, uh uh. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Every time Ceres heard a sound that he couldn't bear, he would dig into Diarin's arms.
Diarin was used to hugging and patting a man twice her size.
When she patted his back like this, which was so wide that she couldn't even reach the ends with her arms outstretched, he felt as delicate as a child.
“Let’s stop here for today.”
"Yes..."
The sounds they discovered today were the sound of blades clashing, footsteps hitting the wooden floor, and birds chirping.
These were sounds that had nothing in common.
Ceres remained tense the entire time she was trying to find these sounds.
Ceres slumped down with a look of exhaustion on his face.
It seems that the mental pain is more difficult to bear.
Even though he was in good health on the battlefield, unable to sleep, covered in blood, and swinging his sword, he became so exhausted just from hearing a sound.
'It's not because you ate poorly, is it?'
Diarin felt worried and touched Ceres's back.
His body was still thick with muscles.
Still, it seems a little thinner than before...
Cooking was still Ceres's job.
Halt wasn't interested in cooking, and he was more interested in food than Ceres, as long as it was palatable.
She told him to starve if he wasn't going to cook, so he caught and ate bugs flying around outside.
Diarin lost.
So in the end, Ceres was in charge of cooking the whole time.
Even if you bring in good ingredients, the food is always bland because the cooking is not systematic.
Even though it is something to be thankful for just by putting it in your mouth, a full stomach makes you greedy.
'When I'm feeling low on energy like this, something sweet is the best. Ah, I just want a piece of cake... No, a piece of cake would be nice.'
Diarin, who was thinking deeply, tilted her head from side to side.
'Wait a minute, shouldn't the young master know how to eat good food?'
Many factors make a person look precious.
People who have lived with honor naturally show that they have been treated with honor, even in the smallest things.
For example, the naturalness of handing a coat to someone waiting at the door, or not bowing when receiving food.
Since the priests were also treated with respect by the outside world, Diarin also had a hard time for a while trying to take away the poor nobles' dirty clothes.
Now she has a rough idea of what sounds Ceres is sensitive to.
Besides, with Diarin by his side, he was able to endure it to some extent.
“Mr. Ceres, you don’t mind people like Robben or Halt anymore, do you?”
"...Yes."
Robben was unfamiliar with the situation and was running wild, and Halt was provoking him, and he was also getting angry.
Now that he's used to it, he can stay still even when Robben barges in.
It was also thanks to his nerves calming down a lot compared to the beginning.
Nowadays, it's rare to find a bird caught with a candlestick thrown for breakfast. Even if there was one, it was limited to a bird so noisy that Diarin wanted to wring its neck first.
“Then what about the new person?”
“...”
There is no ready answer.
Since she couldn't see his face, she couldn't tell if he was insecure or if he didn't know.
Diarin didn't rush him, but gently stroked his hair.
The healing power of humans was amazing.
Even without pinpointing the exact injured area, a lot of it was recovered just by activating the overall healing power.
Looking closely, she saw that there were many torn and scratched wounds on the scalp.
Now even those things have become so faint that they are almost invisible.
“Your hair is always amazing, no matter when I see it...”
She never got tired of looking at the black hair flowing between her fingers.
His hair, as black as a crow's feathers, was so black that it seemed to absorb all the light.
But sometimes it would reflect the light and sparkle brightly.
It was more interesting because it wasn't always like that.
“I’m not seeing things only then, am I...?”
It may be because the divine power is being poured out every day, but the party is not being properly filled.
Once again, she is in desperate need of delicious, expertly prepared food.
But this child is not ready yet.
“There’s no rush...”
Diarin stroked Ceres's head again as he dug into her arms.
The hair felt smooth on her fingers.
It's smooth even without any maintenance, so how pretty would it be if a professional came and trimmed and touched it up?
Diarin's greed grew.
An outsider visited the white-roofed mansion for the first time in a while.
For safety, Halt was sent to another mansion.
Halt, who had become much more stable without Diarin having to do anything special, was able to ride the carriage without anesthesia.
At that sight, Robben was so moved that he burst into tears.
'You are definitely a priest sent by God!'
Diarin thought so, too.
Just the achievements she has made so far are enough to make it seem like God himself has descended and performed miracles.
For someone like her to remain as an ordinary priest was clearly a trick of the devil.
'Please don't forget those words, and please make sure to include them in your future evaluation report.'
Diarin did not forget the request.
Robben left, vowing to write only the most beautiful verses of poetry he had ever written.
The first to arrive at the mansion after Robben and Halt left was the cook.
“Oh, hello...”
The cook was a middle-aged woman, almost skinny to the point of being emaciated.
She was amazed at how she, a chef, could be so dry.
She was shaking as Diarin greeted her, whether it was because she hadn't eaten or because she was nervous.
'I picked the quietest person and the one who seemed like she wouldn't make a fuss!'
Diarin remembered what Robben had said with confidence.
Certainly, the voice, which was as small as an ant, seemed to have no power to make a fuss.
“Yes, please. Our ‘Master’ eats everything well, but since he is recuperating, I would like to request something especially delicious.”
Diarin came forward as a spokesperson for Ceres and welcomed the chef.
Ceres was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the living room, looking this way.
Although the cook couldn't see it, his hands, which swung arrogantly behind the sofa, were tied to the sofa legs.
What's more, he was scratching the back of the sofa to make himself patient.
It was Ceres's best effort not to let out a growl.
That alone was impressive and admirable.
“Yes, I will do my best...”
“Oh, and there’s something I’d like to ask you in particular...”
“Yes, yes.”
“Our young master must eat only the finest dishes.”
“Ah... yes, I’m a bit slow... but the chef at my previous place said that the food I make is top-notch...”
The cook trailed off as if she was about to cry.
But Diarin gave it a passing grade there.
It's slow, that's it.
Exactly.
Isn't leisure the symbol of a wealthy person?
Moreover, because she lacked confidence, others, including her boss, acknowledged it.
“So how did you come to apply here?”
This was pure curiosity on Diarin's part.
It was also a way to find out in advance if there was any problem that might provoke Ceres.
The cook answered hesitantly.
“Oh, that’s it, I... They gave me a lot of money...”
"...ah."
She knows a fair bit about the world.
If you know the ways of the world, you will be able to read the mood well.
Diarin's experiment has begun.
It was an experiment as dangerous as an explosion experiment.
She had to be very careful because if she was not careful, her body and the mansion could explode at the same time.
“Yes, if you feel like you can’t stand it even a little bit, just hug me tight. Got it?”
“It’s noisy...”
“...Sorry, please listen to my heartbeat.”
She felt somewhat confident that she could calm Ceres, but not completely.
There are still some concerns that remain.
Diarin scanned the various experimental tools placed on the table while holding Ceres in her arms.
“First, let’s start with something pleasant to hear.”
It started with a music box.
When she raided the storage room of the mansion, she found a lot of household items.
The owner of the mansion said that it was too big and expensive to maintain, and that it was a hassle to visit, so he sold it all.
They left all the furniture behind, and even the most basic household items were carelessly thrown into the storage room before leaving.
Thanks to this, Diarin was easily prepared without having to buy or prepare anything separately.
“Are we starting?”
The faint sound of the music box began to play.
“Hoo, hoo...”
Ceres took a deep breath as Diarin had instructed and listened to the music box.
Ding, ding, ding.
A clear sound rang out, creating a melody.
Diarin also listened to the melody alongside Ceres.
"...Are you okay?"
"...Yes."
Diarin's levator scapulae, which had been so tense that they almost touched her ears, calmed down.
Her heart didn't race as fast as it did the first time.
As Diarin's heartbeat calmed down, Ceres' excitement also subsided.
The two hugged each other for a long time, listening to the music box's music.
Only after the music box had finished turning and the song had stopped did Diarin let out a long breath she had been holding in.
“Phew... Fortunately, there’s no problem with the song.”
"Yes."
“There won’t be any problems dancing at the ball because the music is too loud.”
She felt empowered after buttoning up the first button well.
Next came the sound of leaves rustling, the sound of blades clashing, etc.
Some things were as expected, but there were also some unexpected things.
“You really hate the sound of birds.”
“Ugh...”
“Uh uh uh, uh uh. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Every time Ceres heard a sound that he couldn't bear, he would dig into Diarin's arms.
Diarin was used to hugging and patting a man twice her size.
When she patted his back like this, which was so wide that she couldn't even reach the ends with her arms outstretched, he felt as delicate as a child.
“Let’s stop here for today.”
"Yes..."
The sounds they discovered today were the sound of blades clashing, footsteps hitting the wooden floor, and birds chirping.
These were sounds that had nothing in common.
Ceres remained tense the entire time she was trying to find these sounds.
Ceres slumped down with a look of exhaustion on his face.
It seems that the mental pain is more difficult to bear.
Even though he was in good health on the battlefield, unable to sleep, covered in blood, and swinging his sword, he became so exhausted just from hearing a sound.
'It's not because you ate poorly, is it?'
Diarin felt worried and touched Ceres's back.
His body was still thick with muscles.
Still, it seems a little thinner than before...
Cooking was still Ceres's job.
Halt wasn't interested in cooking, and he was more interested in food than Ceres, as long as it was palatable.
She told him to starve if he wasn't going to cook, so he caught and ate bugs flying around outside.
Diarin lost.
So in the end, Ceres was in charge of cooking the whole time.
Even if you bring in good ingredients, the food is always bland because the cooking is not systematic.
Even though it is something to be thankful for just by putting it in your mouth, a full stomach makes you greedy.
'When I'm feeling low on energy like this, something sweet is the best. Ah, I just want a piece of cake... No, a piece of cake would be nice.'
Diarin, who was thinking deeply, tilted her head from side to side.
'Wait a minute, shouldn't the young master know how to eat good food?'
Many factors make a person look precious.
People who have lived with honor naturally show that they have been treated with honor, even in the smallest things.
For example, the naturalness of handing a coat to someone waiting at the door, or not bowing when receiving food.
Since the priests were also treated with respect by the outside world, Diarin also had a hard time for a while trying to take away the poor nobles' dirty clothes.
Now she has a rough idea of what sounds Ceres is sensitive to.
Besides, with Diarin by his side, he was able to endure it to some extent.
“Mr. Ceres, you don’t mind people like Robben or Halt anymore, do you?”
"...Yes."
Robben was unfamiliar with the situation and was running wild, and Halt was provoking him, and he was also getting angry.
Now that he's used to it, he can stay still even when Robben barges in.
It was also thanks to his nerves calming down a lot compared to the beginning.
Nowadays, it's rare to find a bird caught with a candlestick thrown for breakfast. Even if there was one, it was limited to a bird so noisy that Diarin wanted to wring its neck first.
“Then what about the new person?”
“...”
There is no ready answer.
Since she couldn't see his face, she couldn't tell if he was insecure or if he didn't know.
Diarin didn't rush him, but gently stroked his hair.
The healing power of humans was amazing.
Even without pinpointing the exact injured area, a lot of it was recovered just by activating the overall healing power.
Looking closely, she saw that there were many torn and scratched wounds on the scalp.
Now even those things have become so faint that they are almost invisible.
“Your hair is always amazing, no matter when I see it...”
She never got tired of looking at the black hair flowing between her fingers.
His hair, as black as a crow's feathers, was so black that it seemed to absorb all the light.
But sometimes it would reflect the light and sparkle brightly.
It was more interesting because it wasn't always like that.
“I’m not seeing things only then, am I...?”
It may be because the divine power is being poured out every day, but the party is not being properly filled.
Once again, she is in desperate need of delicious, expertly prepared food.
But this child is not ready yet.
“There’s no rush...”
Diarin stroked Ceres's head again as he dug into her arms.
The hair felt smooth on her fingers.
It's smooth even without any maintenance, so how pretty would it be if a professional came and trimmed and touched it up?
Diarin's greed grew.
***
An outsider visited the white-roofed mansion for the first time in a while.
For safety, Halt was sent to another mansion.
Halt, who had become much more stable without Diarin having to do anything special, was able to ride the carriage without anesthesia.
At that sight, Robben was so moved that he burst into tears.
'You are definitely a priest sent by God!'
Diarin thought so, too.
Just the achievements she has made so far are enough to make it seem like God himself has descended and performed miracles.
For someone like her to remain as an ordinary priest was clearly a trick of the devil.
'Please don't forget those words, and please make sure to include them in your future evaluation report.'
Diarin did not forget the request.
Robben left, vowing to write only the most beautiful verses of poetry he had ever written.
The first to arrive at the mansion after Robben and Halt left was the cook.
“Oh, hello...”
The cook was a middle-aged woman, almost skinny to the point of being emaciated.
She was amazed at how she, a chef, could be so dry.
She was shaking as Diarin greeted her, whether it was because she hadn't eaten or because she was nervous.
'I picked the quietest person and the one who seemed like she wouldn't make a fuss!'
Diarin remembered what Robben had said with confidence.
Certainly, the voice, which was as small as an ant, seemed to have no power to make a fuss.
“Yes, please. Our ‘Master’ eats everything well, but since he is recuperating, I would like to request something especially delicious.”
Diarin came forward as a spokesperson for Ceres and welcomed the chef.
Ceres was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the living room, looking this way.
Although the cook couldn't see it, his hands, which swung arrogantly behind the sofa, were tied to the sofa legs.
What's more, he was scratching the back of the sofa to make himself patient.
It was Ceres's best effort not to let out a growl.
That alone was impressive and admirable.
“Yes, I will do my best...”
“Oh, and there’s something I’d like to ask you in particular...”
“Yes, yes.”
“Our young master must eat only the finest dishes.”
“Ah... yes, I’m a bit slow... but the chef at my previous place said that the food I make is top-notch...”
The cook trailed off as if she was about to cry.
But Diarin gave it a passing grade there.
It's slow, that's it.
Exactly.
Isn't leisure the symbol of a wealthy person?
Moreover, because she lacked confidence, others, including her boss, acknowledged it.
“So how did you come to apply here?”
This was pure curiosity on Diarin's part.
It was also a way to find out in advance if there was any problem that might provoke Ceres.
The cook answered hesitantly.
“Oh, that’s it, I... They gave me a lot of money...”
"...ah."
She knows a fair bit about the world.
If you know the ways of the world, you will be able to read the mood well.
Diarin didn't think the cook would explode Ceres just by being rude.
“Yes, then. It’s not meal time yet... Shall we start with something sweet?”
Originally, the selfish desires that come with company money are the sweetest.
“Yes, then. It’s not meal time yet... Shall we start with something sweet?”
Originally, the selfish desires that come with company money are the sweetest.
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