RAMBYM - Chapter 34

34. It's the feeling that counts.

“Me? It’s my room... no.”

Diarin changed her words as she saw fit.

It was obvious what Ceres wanted.

Attaching others was part of his daily training to live as a master, but at the same time, it was also intended to reduce his obsession with Diarin.

But there's no need to tell him that right away and increase his resistance. It could be dangerous.

“I’ll be right there nearby.”

“...”

It must have been an unsatisfactory answer. Ceres's expression was sullen.

“I’ll be there whenever Ceres needs me.”

“Anytime.”

“Right. Where would I go, leaving Mr. Ceres behind?”

Only then did Ceres nod in agreement with being in this room.

“Oh my, oh my. It’s so cool. Well, shall we sit down?”

Diarin comforted Ceres and sat him down on the sofa in the room.

The sofa, which can be used for a long time, seemed like it could be used appropriately for skin care or massage.

Ceres, dressed in clean clothes, sat up straight with his back straight.

“Uh, um...”

Of course, that posture is very good for your spinal health, and in the long run, it is also an investment for your old age...

“Would you like to lean back a little? Cross your legs. Lift your chin slightly.”

Diarin instructed him to take an unhealthy posture.

Ceres did as he was told, without knowing why.

He devotedly followed Diarin's instructions, even sacrificing his own spinal health.

"Oh..."

The result was very satisfying to Diarin.

Ceres's characteristic expressionless demeanor was even disguised as the lord's arrogant languor.

As long as he kept his mouth shut, he was an outstanding young master.

"Perfect! People can come in and just sit there. Yes?"

"Yes."

Good.

Look! This is the young master I raised!

Diarin confidently lifted Skinel.

“Excuse me.”

Skinel opened the door slightly, speaking softly instead of knocking.

The door, which usually creaked loudly when Diarin opened it, opened very quietly as if someone was inside.

Skinel had also changed her clothes in the meantime.

Hair neatly tied up without a single strand of hair peeking out from under a neat white outfit.

There was nothing that could confuse Ceres' eyes and cause him to stumble.

However.

"This is Skinel. Starting today, I will be in charge of your skin care."

“...”

Instead of answering, Ceres buried his face in Diarin's lap, who was sitting next to him.

She barely managed to change his habit from sitting on the floor to sitting next to her.

But that's only when there are two of them.

If you do this in front of people you work with...

‘...Are you okay?’

He looked like the kind of person who could get away with insisting he was a spoiled young master.

In fact, Skinel wasn't even shocked to the point of thinking, 'How could I possibly see something like this?'

Diarin, who was attached to the young master she had raised, patted Ceres on the shoulder.

“Mr. Ceres.”

"...Yes."

Ceres raised his head, as if reluctant.

"Oh."

Skinel's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth.

The surprised look and voice were so gentle that they did not provoke Ceres.

"I heard your skin might have been damaged a lot from living abroad for so long. But, my goodness. How can you be so smooth? You don't take special care of it, do you?"

“...”

Diarin's speech wasn't that long either.

As a Priestess, she sometimes spoke at length when doing business, but usually only spoke what was necessary, so this was the first time Ceres had heard such a speech filled with such detail.

The voice was soft and gentle, as if it was gently brushing his ears, but the content was long and confusing.

Ceres remained silent, forgetting the principle of conversation that a question mark must be followed by an answer.

"Excuse me, can I come a little closer? I heard you're a bit uncomfortable with people. But you can think of me as more than just a person—like air? A passing breeze?"

"...Yes."

Ceres nodded as if in a trance, though he didn't know if that would work.

“Thank you. Then shall I come closer?”

Skinel approached with a smile that seemed to burst with a refreshing scent.

The sound of footsteps and movements was as light as flower petals floating in the spring breeze.

The only thing that let them know that someone was approaching was the fragrant smell coming from Skinel's body.

Still, Diarin didn't take her eyes off Ceres just in case.

"Oh my, your skin looks even better up close. I'd believe you've been taking care of it all along. Can I touch it just a little?"

Skinel has to touch it because it's a skin care product.

It was a natural progression, but Diarin was nervous.

It was a life-or-death moment to see if her child could tolerate the touch of a stranger without biting.

Thump, thump, thump!

It seemed like only Diarin's heart was beating.

Ceres, rather like a good puppy, just stared at Skinel's hand as it approached him.

Skinel's hand, having received permission, gently slid across the back of Ceres' hand.

It was a light touch that seemed like it could not threaten anyone.

“Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?”

The contact was so light that he couldn't tell if it was a touch or a brush with hia fingertips.

Even so, Skinel observed Ceres' expression and asked again and again.

"..Yes."

Ceres stared blankly at the back of his hand.

Perhaps reassured by Skinel's endless questioning and cautious behavior, Ceres became much more at ease than when he first came and sat in this room.

“Fortunately, some customers find it comfortable, while others find it uncomfortable.”

Skinel retreated as quietly as she had approached, without a sound or movement.

“Then, would you like to try the management right now?”

Ceres answered the question directed at him by looking back at Diarin.

When he was with Robben or the chef, most of the decisions were made by Dialin.

This was often the case because she had to explain everything from beginning to end before making a decision.

But it was a mistake.

The young master is Ceres, and no matter how long it took, she should have waited for Ceres to make her own choice.

Diarin didn't answer, but only smiled.

Ceres was confused.

"You don't need to think about it right now, and give me an answer. I'll be staying at the mansion just for you, Young Master. You can call me whenever you want."

Skinel, who quickly noticed Ceres' confusion, quickly added.

Thanks to this, Ceres got a place to escape.

"...Yes."

It was natural to always have to adapt to one's environment and live by adapting to what was given.

It was a strange thing for the environment to adapt to him.

Ceres felt strangely comfortable, yet rather nervous in the overly comfortable environment.

“Since you have to keep receiving it, why don’t you start receiving it now?”

“...”

“I’ll stay close by. Don’t worry.”

It is an abuse of power to decide.

But she can recommend it.

At Diarin's suggestion, Ceres nodded without thinking.

"Our young master needs psychological stability when he's with strangers. Can I stay with him?"

“Oh, of course. I’ll get it ready right away.”

Skinel readily agreed.

Before leaving the door to get ready, Skinel didn't forget to say hello.

It was a greeting to Ceres.

It wasn't terribly rude to Diarin, but it was different from the polite manners she showed to the young master she served.

It truly felt like she had stepped into the world of the nobility, into creating a young master.

"Ha."

It was not a world she could enter.

All she had to do was push Ceres in and get out herself.

However, a worry crossed Diarin's mind that the world might not be as glamorous and wonderful as she had thought.

Polite and friendly, but suffocating.

Diarin looked at Ceres.

"Are you okay?"

Ceres waited a few seconds before answering.

"...Yes."

Diarin suddenly changed the question.

"...Good?"

Ceres looked at Diarin without answering.

He had an expression on his face that said he didn't know what was good.

"People are focusing on Ceres, trying to accommodate you, nurturing you. Things like that."

The so-called life of a young master.

Normally, we would say this is a success.

But isn't this the reward for success?

“...”

“If you don’t know, it’s okay to say you don’t know.”

"I don't know."

As if waiting for those words, Ceres spoke quickly.

“I guess you’ll know as you experience it more. But.”

Diarin raised her finger to emphasize important words.

“What matters is how Mr. Ceres feels.”

“?”

Feel.

What is that again?

Diarin always said something new.

Anything about operations or actions could be learned immediately, but what Diarin spoke of was always invisible. It couldn't be expressed through movement.

Diarin has now become the best at handling Ceres.

Just by looking at his eyes, she could tell he was confused and lost.

“What you don’t like is that you have to say it right away.”

It's good to say good things, but it's more important to say no to things you don't like right away.

Ceres lived only knowing patience.

No matter how much she taught him that he didn't have to endure, it didn't really change.

This time, Ceres nodded again.

The answers were always very good.

“I’m ready, shall we move?”

While they were talking, Skinel came back and spoke to him from outside the door.

Diarin reached out her hand towards Ceres.

Ceres stood up, holding onto Diarin's small hand with both hands.

Even if you go for a walk inside the house, a leash is absolutely necessary.

Even though it looked like the dog was being dragged away, the leash was very important.

“I will guide you this way.”

Skinel guided them skillfully, as if she were a first-time visitor.

Arriving at the bathroom, Diarin opened her eyes wide.

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