33. I'm going to touch your body
Ceres is doing well, so it didn't seem like they would fail, but Robben is also good at spouting out harsh words even while sitting across from them, drinking tea.
“Mr. Ceres, eat. Let’s eat.”
Diarin, who suddenly felt a lump in her throat and gulped down her tea, seemed not to hear the words and focused on eating.
Ceres watched Diarin's hand move as if it were natural, then opened his mouth.
"...You like sweets.”
Robben never touched anything sweet.
Instead, he watched with his mouth open as Ceres ate everything Diarin put in his mouth and was amazed.
“Yes, the food was good...? Isn’t it like that in other houses?”
“They say they don’t eat pastries well because they don’t suit their taste.”
“Why can’t you eat something this delicious?”
Diarin felt truly sorry.
As she raised him, she truly wanted to feed him something a little more delicious and let him see good things.
Even though she started it because she had no choice, people's hearts were like that.
“You’re a young master, so you’ll probably have occasion to go to tea parties. Wouldn’t it be nice to eat something like this?”
"Of course, it's better than not being able to eat at all. Being able to appreciate and express taste is an important virtue in social circles."
“...Expression, huh?”
Diarin looked back at Ceres, feeling like a thorn was stuck in her throat.
Diarin's social experience only includes one party.
"Yes."
“Are you really okay?”
As Diarin continued to ask questions, Ceres closed his mouth as if thinking about it once more and looked back at his body.
"Yes."
"No, just don't answer. It might be okay now, but it might suddenly come back up later."
"...Hmm..."
Ceres was meticulous about checking his physical condition.
It was possible to evaluate objectively until it got to the point where he lost his reason.
Judging by the current situation, it didn't seem like that would happen.
“No abnormal conditions expected.”
“...Oh, really?”
Diarin let go of Ceres' hand, which she had been holding with concern.
“The person who came in today is a skin care professional. He won’t just be sitting there like a chef, but he’ll also be meeting people in person.”
"Yes."
"He'll touch you all over your body. Morning and evening. Twice or three times a day."
It can be surprising when someone suddenly touches him, but it's better if she gives him some warning.
Weren't there people who managed the 8th unit members even on the battlefield?
Unless those people all worked once and died, there must be a way for someone else to handle it.
"I'm worried, that's why. If Ceres runs wild, there'll be chaos. I'll take full responsibility for that, right?"
Diarin's worried eyes continued to look at him.
When he was in the unit, the managers were always concerned that the unit members would run wild.
Ceres knew what Diarin cared about.
“If any abnormality is detected, we will report it immediately.”
“Of course.”
"Yes."
After exchanging promises several times, Diarin finally sighed deeply.
“Then do you want to meet right now?”
They are people whom you must meet someday, and when you do, you will touch them.
Meeting up right away while you're here can save both of you a lot of wasted time.
If it doesn't work out after meeting them, he sends them back right away, but if it's okay, they stay.
Ceres nodded easily in response to Diarin's question.
“Yes, then right away...”
Diarin, who was about to ask Ceres to come to his room, hesitated.
Still, it was problematic to have a background of floral wallpaper, a rabbit-patterned comforter, and a strawberry-patterned pink rug, even though he was called a nobleman.
“...Should we move rooms?”
“I don’t like it.”
But, from Ceres's mouth, which rarely said no, the words of rejection suddenly came out.
Diarin was surprised by the strength felt in the speed.
“Uh, no. I’m not saying you should move all the time, just when you meet people.”
“...”
“You can keep sleeping here. Yeah. Strawberry pink rug.”
"...Yes."
Even though he's okay with dealing with people, he's still sensitive when it comes to sleeping.
Ceres's fluttering energy finally calmed down after Diarin told him he could sleep on the strawberry pink rug.
“Then let’s go to a bigger and fancier room.”
There was a room that Diarin had seen a few of.
He's using this room roughly now, but as the number of people increases, he'll have to use the biggest and best room as befitting a young master, so she took a picture of it in advance.
“How is it here?”
“I don’t like it.”
“...Oh, right. Why did I ask this again?”
Ceres was generous with most things surrounding him, including food and clothing.
He was closer to not being interested.
Either way, it was the same.
But the room was firm.
If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it, Ceres expressed it very clearly.
“I’m not saying you should continue living here.”
“I don’t like it.”
“...It’s not to the point where you can’t stand it, right?”
"...Yes."
Still, there was room for negotiation.
"This room is only for short-term use when meeting other people. At other times, you can eat, sleep, roll around, and do whatever you want on the strawberry pink rug."
“What about Diarin?”
It wasn't just that it didn't make a sound; it was almost like a puppy hanging on and whining.
If you throw this away, you will become a truly bad person.
Ceres is doing well, so it didn't seem like they would fail, but Robben is also good at spouting out harsh words even while sitting across from them, drinking tea.
“Mr. Ceres, eat. Let’s eat.”
Diarin, who suddenly felt a lump in her throat and gulped down her tea, seemed not to hear the words and focused on eating.
Ceres watched Diarin's hand move as if it were natural, then opened his mouth.
"...You like sweets.”
Robben never touched anything sweet.
Instead, he watched with his mouth open as Ceres ate everything Diarin put in his mouth and was amazed.
“Yes, the food was good...? Isn’t it like that in other houses?”
“They say they don’t eat pastries well because they don’t suit their taste.”
“Why can’t you eat something this delicious?”
Diarin felt truly sorry.
As she raised him, she truly wanted to feed him something a little more delicious and let him see good things.
Even though she started it because she had no choice, people's hearts were like that.
“You’re a young master, so you’ll probably have occasion to go to tea parties. Wouldn’t it be nice to eat something like this?”
"Of course, it's better than not being able to eat at all. Being able to appreciate and express taste is an important virtue in social circles."
“...Expression, huh?”
Diarin looked back at Ceres, feeling like a thorn was stuck in her throat.
Diarin's social experience only includes one party.
She had no experience with any other tea parties, balls, or social gatherings.
She didn't know that she had to do something like that because she had never experienced it herself.
"Yes, that's right. Because the social world is so entrenched, even the most useless rules are tacitly ingrained. It's common to attach a great deal of aesthetic expression to even the smallest details."
Even if you can taste it sensitively, expressing it... is that possible?
“I guess it will work out if you keep trying. Of course. Yes. It will work.”
Diarin has learned the hard way that she should never say she can't do something or she won't do it.
After returning from the front lines, Diarin, who had regained her lost morale, filled her mind with the optimism that everything would work out no matter what.
Robben filled in the personnel as he said and sent them in.
Hair care, skin care, tailor, masseuse, etc.
It was the world of the 'Master' that even Diarin didn't know about.
“It seems like skin care and massage are done by different people...”
"Yes, that's right. Their specialties are different. I heard they're still looking for a manicurist. Until then, an esthetician will take care of the care temporarily."
Skinel, the skin care specialist who came to greet them, smiled and explained.
This person was also considered the best in every field, just like a chef.
Not only Skinel, but also hair care, tailors, and massage therapists.
She heard that hair is managed by different people, one for styling and one for managing it.
How far does division of labor extend?
“I see... So fingernails and toenails aren’t separated into specialists.”
“It has to be done by one person because the shape has to be right.”
“Aha... What about facial and body skin care?”
“Oh, I do that separately, but I decided to do it all at once to adjust the personnel.”
Are you really separate?!
She thought that would be really different.
“Then, do you do the left and right sides separately?”
“That can happen to people who use swords or their bodies a lot.”
“...!”
It's so new it's scary.
She could understand why Ceres was needlessly wary of the unfamiliar.
Diarin was unfamiliar, but Skinel was a professional with a long history of working with people.
She was used to such an unfamiliar reaction.
"I heard that the young master I'm going to serve is sensitive to noise. I will be especially careful not to make any noise in the future."
Unlike a chef, she was quick-witted and quick to respond, perhaps because her job involved dealing directly with people.
She knew how to do everything without Diarin having to tell her anything.
"I heard you've been in charge of all aspects of his care so far. From now on, we'll be dividing the workload, so I hope you'll be able to handle it a little easier."
She even worries about the priest, whom no one has ever worried about.
Diarin was taken aback by the consideration and concern she had never received before.
Skinel responded to Diarin's hesitation with a professional smile.
“Yes, please take care of it.”
“I am the one who needs your help, Priestess.”
“...May God’s blessings be with you.”
She doesn't know how long it's been since people treated her as a priest.
She also rarely had a chance to see each other face to face with the coom.
The cook spent most of her time locked in the kitchen or in her room.
Sometimes, when Diarin wanted food, she would go and tell her, and that was the extent of their interaction.
“Then, may I now meet him and greet him?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll go and see if everything is alright first.”
Ceres' condition was being checked from the time people came in the morning.
Ceres was fine until just before the two entered the hallway.
But Diarin went in to check once more, saying that she was very careful.
“Mr. Ceres?”
"Yes."
As soon as Diarin opened the door, the answer came back.
If things are really bad, things will fly at her, and if he can barely hold it in, he will growl, and if it is not good but he can hold it in, he will not respond.
The fact that the answer came back meant that the condition was quite good.
“People are in. They’ve unpacked.”
"Yes."
Ceres was calm, not much different from usual.
Diarin approached Ceres and carefully examined his complexion and eyes.
While they're at it, let's check his heartbeat and hand temperature.
Everything was as usual.
It was perfect.
“...It’s okay.”
She didn't know that she had to do something like that because she had never experienced it herself.
"Yes, that's right. Because the social world is so entrenched, even the most useless rules are tacitly ingrained. It's common to attach a great deal of aesthetic expression to even the smallest details."
Even if you can taste it sensitively, expressing it... is that possible?
“I guess it will work out if you keep trying. Of course. Yes. It will work.”
Diarin has learned the hard way that she should never say she can't do something or she won't do it.
After returning from the front lines, Diarin, who had regained her lost morale, filled her mind with the optimism that everything would work out no matter what.
***
Robben filled in the personnel as he said and sent them in.
Hair care, skin care, tailor, masseuse, etc.
It was the world of the 'Master' that even Diarin didn't know about.
“It seems like skin care and massage are done by different people...”
"Yes, that's right. Their specialties are different. I heard they're still looking for a manicurist. Until then, an esthetician will take care of the care temporarily."
Skinel, the skin care specialist who came to greet them, smiled and explained.
This person was also considered the best in every field, just like a chef.
Not only Skinel, but also hair care, tailors, and massage therapists.
She heard that hair is managed by different people, one for styling and one for managing it.
How far does division of labor extend?
“I see... So fingernails and toenails aren’t separated into specialists.”
“It has to be done by one person because the shape has to be right.”
“Aha... What about facial and body skin care?”
“Oh, I do that separately, but I decided to do it all at once to adjust the personnel.”
Are you really separate?!
She thought that would be really different.
“Then, do you do the left and right sides separately?”
“That can happen to people who use swords or their bodies a lot.”
“...!”
It's so new it's scary.
She could understand why Ceres was needlessly wary of the unfamiliar.
Diarin was unfamiliar, but Skinel was a professional with a long history of working with people.
She was used to such an unfamiliar reaction.
"I heard that the young master I'm going to serve is sensitive to noise. I will be especially careful not to make any noise in the future."
Unlike a chef, she was quick-witted and quick to respond, perhaps because her job involved dealing directly with people.
She knew how to do everything without Diarin having to tell her anything.
"I heard you've been in charge of all aspects of his care so far. From now on, we'll be dividing the workload, so I hope you'll be able to handle it a little easier."
She even worries about the priest, whom no one has ever worried about.
Diarin was taken aback by the consideration and concern she had never received before.
Skinel responded to Diarin's hesitation with a professional smile.
“Yes, please take care of it.”
“I am the one who needs your help, Priestess.”
“...May God’s blessings be with you.”
She doesn't know how long it's been since people treated her as a priest.
She also rarely had a chance to see each other face to face with the coom.
The cook spent most of her time locked in the kitchen or in her room.
Sometimes, when Diarin wanted food, she would go and tell her, and that was the extent of their interaction.
“Then, may I now meet him and greet him?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll go and see if everything is alright first.”
Ceres' condition was being checked from the time people came in the morning.
Ceres was fine until just before the two entered the hallway.
But Diarin went in to check once more, saying that she was very careful.
“Mr. Ceres?”
"Yes."
As soon as Diarin opened the door, the answer came back.
If things are really bad, things will fly at her, and if he can barely hold it in, he will growl, and if it is not good but he can hold it in, he will not respond.
The fact that the answer came back meant that the condition was quite good.
“People are in. They’ve unpacked.”
"Yes."
Ceres was calm, not much different from usual.
Diarin approached Ceres and carefully examined his complexion and eyes.
While they're at it, let's check his heartbeat and hand temperature.
Everything was as usual.
It was perfect.
“...It’s okay.”
"Yes."
“Are you really okay?”
As Diarin continued to ask questions, Ceres closed his mouth as if thinking about it once more and looked back at his body.
"Yes."
"No, just don't answer. It might be okay now, but it might suddenly come back up later."
"...Hmm..."
Ceres was meticulous about checking his physical condition.
It was possible to evaluate objectively until it got to the point where he lost his reason.
Judging by the current situation, it didn't seem like that would happen.
“No abnormal conditions expected.”
“...Oh, really?”
Diarin let go of Ceres' hand, which she had been holding with concern.
“The person who came in today is a skin care professional. He won’t just be sitting there like a chef, but he’ll also be meeting people in person.”
"Yes."
"He'll touch you all over your body. Morning and evening. Twice or three times a day."
It can be surprising when someone suddenly touches him, but it's better if she gives him some warning.
Weren't there people who managed the 8th unit members even on the battlefield?
Unless those people all worked once and died, there must be a way for someone else to handle it.
"I'm worried, that's why. If Ceres runs wild, there'll be chaos. I'll take full responsibility for that, right?"
Diarin's worried eyes continued to look at him.
When he was in the unit, the managers were always concerned that the unit members would run wild.
Ceres knew what Diarin cared about.
“If any abnormality is detected, we will report it immediately.”
“Of course.”
"Yes."
After exchanging promises several times, Diarin finally sighed deeply.
“Then do you want to meet right now?”
They are people whom you must meet someday, and when you do, you will touch them.
Meeting up right away while you're here can save both of you a lot of wasted time.
If it doesn't work out after meeting them, he sends them back right away, but if it's okay, they stay.
Ceres nodded easily in response to Diarin's question.
“Yes, then right away...”
Diarin, who was about to ask Ceres to come to his room, hesitated.
Still, it was problematic to have a background of floral wallpaper, a rabbit-patterned comforter, and a strawberry-patterned pink rug, even though he was called a nobleman.
“...Should we move rooms?”
“I don’t like it.”
But, from Ceres's mouth, which rarely said no, the words of rejection suddenly came out.
Diarin was surprised by the strength felt in the speed.
“Uh, no. I’m not saying you should move all the time, just when you meet people.”
“...”
“You can keep sleeping here. Yeah. Strawberry pink rug.”
"...Yes."
Even though he's okay with dealing with people, he's still sensitive when it comes to sleeping.
Ceres's fluttering energy finally calmed down after Diarin told him he could sleep on the strawberry pink rug.
“Then let’s go to a bigger and fancier room.”
There was a room that Diarin had seen a few of.
He's using this room roughly now, but as the number of people increases, he'll have to use the biggest and best room as befitting a young master, so she took a picture of it in advance.
“How is it here?”
“I don’t like it.”
“...Oh, right. Why did I ask this again?”
Ceres was generous with most things surrounding him, including food and clothing.
He was closer to not being interested.
Either way, it was the same.
But the room was firm.
If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it, Ceres expressed it very clearly.
“I’m not saying you should continue living here.”
“I don’t like it.”
“...It’s not to the point where you can’t stand it, right?”
"...Yes."
Still, there was room for negotiation.
"This room is only for short-term use when meeting other people. At other times, you can eat, sleep, roll around, and do whatever you want on the strawberry pink rug."
“What about Diarin?”
It wasn't just that it didn't make a sound; it was almost like a puppy hanging on and whining.
If you throw this away, you will become a truly bad person.
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