32. Sweetness tasted for the first time
Ceres was nervous about the strange substance before him.
"This is chocolate. It's delicious in tea or just on its own. It's also delicious spread on bread."
To Ceres's eyes, it was a solidified blood or a mud-like substance.
Diarin ate it as if it were delicious.
In reality, he can eat just about anything, but enjoying it is a different story.
“Here, try it.”
“Uh, yeah...”
Ceres couldn't quite reach out his hand as he answered.
He doesn't usually refuse food.
If he's hungry, he can eat anything to survive.
He tried everything except digging up dirt, but this feels like dirt, and he is reluctant to do it.
“It must be delicious if you try it.”
Ceres looked very reluctant, and Diarin licked the chocolate off her finger with a look of disappointment.
The table was piled high with all sorts of cakes, scones, muffins, and other items, in addition to chocolate.
The chef worked as hard as she could to make dessert until dinnertime rolled around. Then, almost on the verge of death, she went back into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
“Alright.”
Ceres was nervous about the strange substance before him.
"This is chocolate. It's delicious in tea or just on its own. It's also delicious spread on bread."
To Ceres's eyes, it was a solidified blood or a mud-like substance.
Diarin ate it as if it were delicious.
In reality, he can eat just about anything, but enjoying it is a different story.
“Here, try it.”
“Uh, yeah...”
Ceres couldn't quite reach out his hand as he answered.
He doesn't usually refuse food.
If he's hungry, he can eat anything to survive.
He tried everything except digging up dirt, but this feels like dirt, and he is reluctant to do it.
“It must be delicious if you try it.”
Ceres looked very reluctant, and Diarin licked the chocolate off her finger with a look of disappointment.
The table was piled high with all sorts of cakes, scones, muffins, and other items, in addition to chocolate.
The chef worked as hard as she could to make dessert until dinnertime rolled around. Then, almost on the verge of death, she went back into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
“Alright.”
When Ceres couldn't muster up the courage, Diarin couldn't stand it anymore and put a piece of chocolate-dipped bread in his mouth.
"Huh...?"
I think this is the first time I've heard such a stupid thing.
Yeah? Even if I did that, there was always an angle.
So it's not that he doesn't like it, it's just cute.
It was like watching a stray dog turn into a puppy.
If you're going to be a puppy, you have to be cute.
“Yes, ahhh. Yum yum, let’s eat.”
"...Ugh."
“Uh, what is that? Oh, you were going to do it, but stopped in the middle? Yes, ah.”
“...Ugh...”
It's unimaginable that someone would feed him.
Ceres barely opened his mouth, feeling awkward and strange and not knowing what to do.
However, the size of the mouth that reflected the mind could not easily grow larger.
"Ah!"
In the end, Diarin got angry first.
"Ah."
Ceres, startled, followed Diarin in a panic.
A piece of chocolate-covered bread slipped through his open mouth.
Ceres rolled his eyes at Diarin, his mouth still filled with bread.
“Chew.”
Well well.
“...?”
Ceres, who had been quietly chewing the bread as ordered, gradually slowed down.
At first, it felt like he was eating dirt, but as he chewed it, the sweetness gradually spread.
It was a sweetness hw tasted for the first time.
The food given in the military was not meant to be enjoyed, but rather a means to move the body.
It contains salt, which is essential for the body, but does not contain sugar.
The sweetness was strange.
His teeth felt like they were grinding, and his hands and feet felt itchy.
His face automatically frowned.
“Not really?”
Diarin looked at Ceres, who was frowning with worry.
But Ceres didn't spit out anything even though he was impressed.
It was strange, but he kept eating it.
Diarin smiled brightly after seeing him finally chew and swallow it.
“Isn’t it delicious?”
“...”
He doesn't know about that.
In fact, he couldn't quite understand the word "delicious" itself.
Taste was a means of distinguishing between poison and corruption.
“Try this one too. It’ll be a little sweeter.”
This time, Diarin held out a cookie with chocolate chips.
Ceres opened his mouth obediently, less afraid this time.
Unlike the chocolate-covered bread, this time, a crispy texture filled his mouth.
“What do you think? Do you like it or not?”
She didn't expect Ceres to go into lengthy descriptions like, "You can feel the flavor of the finest, finely ground wheat flour, the sweetness of high-quality sugar, and the perfect texture: crispy on the outside, moist on the inside."
So she asked easily.
But that was also a difficult question for Ceres to understand.
Can you say 'I don't like' to something you eat?
As long as you can eat and fill your stomach, isn't everything good?
“Good.”
Although he didn't understand the intent of the question, he answered it faithfully.
Diarin smiled brightly, as if satisfied.
“Thank goodness. I guess it doesn’t suit your taste at all.”
Ceres rolled his tongue around in his mouth.
An unfamiliar sweetness coated his tongue.
“Then what about this?”
Diarin continued to put new sweetness into his mouth without stopping.
Ceres tasted the sweetness obediently.
Diarin smiled every time Ceres took a bite.
He tasted it in Diarin's smile.
It's sweet.
***
He thinks he's addicted to sweets.
He didn't want to eat without something sweet.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
Ceres didn't move his hand even when the meal was served.
“This is for fish.”
Diarin gave him a hint, wondering if he was having trouble remembering how to use the dishes.
But Ceres only stared at Diarin's plate.
“...It’s not poisonous, is it?”
Diarin looked worried at the meaningful look in his eyes.
There was no reason for Ceres to look at her like that except for the poison.
"No."
“No? But why aren’t you eating... Ah, is it because it’s unfamiliar?”
Diarin remembered that Ceres had been unfamiliar with the sweets that came out before the meal and had not reached out to them first.
At times like this, he is like a wild beast.
The habit of being wary and fearful of unfamiliar things.
But it's okay because if she tells him one by one, he'll follow along quickly.
Now that he's used to Diarin's loud heartbeat, he'll soon get used to the sweetness, too.
He might even become addicted.
And even if it wasn't sweet, there were still many flavors for Ceres to master.
The chef showed off her skills with the meals as well as the sweets.
A mountain of dishes that Diarin had never seen before was piled up.
But she had seen and heard things, so she had a rough idea of how to eat it.
“You can cut it like this and eat it.”
Diarin moved with large movements as if demonstrating.
Ceres just watched what Diarin did.
“Yes. Take a bite first.”
Diarin brought the cut food to Ceres's mouth as if to relieve him of his guard.
Only then did Ceres open his mouth and quickly take it.
“How is it? Isn’t it delicious?”
A new taste, different from the sweetness he had tasted before, took over Ceres' mouth.
There are so many different flavors in the world.
Diarin, who had been watching Ceres chew and swallow slowly, held out something different this time.
Ceres obediently accepted everything that Diarin offered.
“Isn’t it delicious?”
"It's delicious."
Today's achievement was learning that 'it's delicious'.
He doesn't quite understand it yet, but when she puts something in his mouth, and it tastes like he wants to eat it again, that's what she means by 'delicious'.
“Are you saying that because it’s really delicious?”
He says it's delicious, but his expression doesn't change.
Diarin took a bite into her own mouth, too.
It was definitely delicious.
It was on a whole different level from the food she had made hastily and had been filling her stomach with until now.
No, it was the most delicious food she's ever eaten in her life.
"I think we hired a really good chef. You can't easily find something this delicious anywhere."
It was so full that it could still hold more.
That gaze made her take another bite.
“You eat well.”
"It's good."
Diarin laughed at the words that were repeated without getting tired.
Oh my, eat well.
It felt like feeding a puppy.
He looks like a great gentleman, but his actions are like those of a puppy. What should I do?
Even though she was worried, she was happy to see him eating well, so Diarin fed him again and again until he finished eating.
***
The chef successfully adapted to the mansion.
It was a great help that she didn't even leave her room except when cooking.
She spoke and acted so quietly and so small that sometimes Diarin didn't even realize that there was another person there.
At first, Ceres seemed a bit conscious, but gradually he became indifferent.
“I think it’s time to increase the number of people.”
Robben was thrilled that he could have a peaceful tea time in this mansion without risking his life, and he made the offer.
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres also expressed his opinion quickly.
Robben was once again moved by the sight.
“You can say no without spilling your beans!”
The omitted words below were, as always.
The priest is a talent given by God, a light, salvation, and a gift given to the world by God!
The other priests were also working hard, but they were not achieving results as brilliant as Diarin.
“There are people who have become completely useless because they cannot adapt to the changing environment.”
“Oh, that kind of thing... I don’t think that would happen to our Ceres.”
“Yes, Mr. Ceres will become a wonderful young master.”
Robben also had no qualms about adding 'our' to Ceres' name.
If they get a little closer, he might even add 'cute', 'adorable', and 'lovely' after 'us'.
“Then what happens to him?”
“You will spend the rest of your life recuperating in the countryside.”
Diarin's eyes rolled quickly.
It's okay up to the countryside, but the word 'nursing' implies that there is someone to help with the nursing.
“Oh, my. I bet the priest you were with will miss you very much.”
Surely that's not the priest in charge?
"That's right. I'm sure you wanted to see me debut as a stylish young master in high society more than anyone else. I hope a quiet life in the countryside isn't so bad."
“...”
If you fail, you will die, and if you fail, you will be stuck in the countryside for the rest of your life.
In other words, the only conclusion was that 'we must not fail.'
At first, Ceres seemed a bit conscious, but gradually he became indifferent.
“I think it’s time to increase the number of people.”
Robben was thrilled that he could have a peaceful tea time in this mansion without risking his life, and he made the offer.
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres also expressed his opinion quickly.
Robben was once again moved by the sight.
“You can say no without spilling your beans!”
The omitted words below were, as always.
The priest is a talent given by God, a light, salvation, and a gift given to the world by God!
The other priests were also working hard, but they were not achieving results as brilliant as Diarin.
“There are people who have become completely useless because they cannot adapt to the changing environment.”
“Oh, that kind of thing... I don’t think that would happen to our Ceres.”
“Yes, Mr. Ceres will become a wonderful young master.”
Robben also had no qualms about adding 'our' to Ceres' name.
If they get a little closer, he might even add 'cute', 'adorable', and 'lovely' after 'us'.
“Then what happens to him?”
“You will spend the rest of your life recuperating in the countryside.”
Diarin's eyes rolled quickly.
It's okay up to the countryside, but the word 'nursing' implies that there is someone to help with the nursing.
“Oh, my. I bet the priest you were with will miss you very much.”
Surely that's not the priest in charge?
"That's right. I'm sure you wanted to see me debut as a stylish young master in high society more than anyone else. I hope a quiet life in the countryside isn't so bad."
“...”
If you fail, you will die, and if you fail, you will be stuck in the countryside for the rest of your life.
In other words, the only conclusion was that 'we must not fail.'
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