35. I hated women
Is this really the bathroom she knew all along?
Although it was still large and ornate, the bathroom that Skinel had touched was instantly transformed into a salon.
The fragrant scent of incense, perfume, and flower petals rose from all directions.
“Is the Priestess coming in too?”
“Oh, I...”
As Diarin was naturally entering the bathroom with Ceres, Skinel asked her.
Come to think of it, it was a strange situation.
Even though she was a Priestess who helped with the treatment, it was a bit too rude to follow Ceres to the bathing area.
"I will make sure that nothing will come to harm to you while you are under my care. Don't worry."
Skinel smiled and sent Diarin away.
Diarin knew that the oil and lotion wouldn't harm Ceres.
The problem is that she's afraid her child will hurt Skinel...
But she can't honestly say that her child might bite if he gets wet.
While Skinel was talking, Diarin was already coming out of the bathroom.
'What should I do? Will he be okay?'
It was the first time Ceres had been alone with another person.
She had no idea what kind of unexpected event would occur.
Diarin paced outside the bathroom door, her steps filled with nervousness.
At least Ceres will sense this.
Knowing that she is right outside the door will help him calm down a little.
Then, he won't bite people indiscriminately...
What a mess!
But before the prayer could even finish, the loud sound of a bowl breaking echoed from inside the bathroom.
At the same time, Ceres's booming voice is also present.
“I don’t like it!”
She almost kicked the door open reflexively.
But the moment Diarin grabbed the doorknob, she hesitated.
'I don't like it...?'
This wasn't 'Kwaaaa' or 'Euaaaa'.
Or she didn't hear any other sounds like someone's throat being cut.
Ceres surprisingly calmly expressed his intention.
It seemed like something had been thrown just before that, but she didn't hear the sound of Skinel getting hit and falling to the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just trying to take off your clothes for you...”
Skinel's voice continued.
Fortunately, it was the voice of a living person.
Not only that, but it seemed like there was no place that was hit.
It was the same bright and gentle voice.
“I don’t like it!”
Ceres once again made his decision strongly.
"Who doesn't like having their clothes taken off? Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Would you mind taking them off and changing into this gown?"
Diarin held the handle, her heart pounding as she waited for the next words to be heard.
There was no subsequent 'I don't like it'.
Wow... My child even listened to other people’s words quietly.
She felt a sense of pride as if she had raised him all, but also a sense of bittersweet sadness as if it was already time to send him off.
But it was still a long way to go before she had to leave.
“No! No! No!”
He managed to get into the bathtub.
But after that, Skinel had no success.
Whenever she tried to do something, Ceres kept saying no.
“Ah, ahh... If you don’t like my hands, I’ll just lightly brush them with a cotton ball. How about that?”
“I don’t like it!”
As the repetition continued, Ceres' excitement gradually increased.
She thinks it's about time they started moving out.
Diarin waited in front of the bathroom, preparing her body and mind.
But that didn't happen.
"Priestess, are you there... Oh, you're right in front of the door. You don't have to wait here. Oh, that's good timing. I think I need your help, Priestess."
“Yes, I was waiting anyway...”
“Priestess, may I borrow your hand?”
Instead of saying 'please calm him down', hand?
Diarin looked at Skinel in confusion.
"Yes, it seems Young Master doesn't like human hands as much as I expected. Since he seems to like the priestess's hands, I thought it might be a good idea to borrow them and take care of them."
"... Yes?"
"I've been entrusted with the task, my young master, and I need to make him shine brightly, but he doesn't seem to like my hands. Could I ask you a favor? Oh, and since your hands are healing hands, the effect might be even better!"
This is like Diarin selling off divine power.
Washing Ceres is something she let go of since she first learned about it.
After she told him once, he seemed to wash well on his own, so she didn't worry about it anymore and just lived.
But now I have to wash it with my own hands?
Why? Why do I have to work more?
It's not just anything else; washing is really hard work.
"He'll gradually get used to it. It took him quite some time to become comfortable around you."
Diarin initially refused.
“Oh my? What if the young master gets used to it?”
Skinel was surprised by Diarin's words and asked back.
Diarin was also surprised by the surprised reaction as if it were something that could not have happened.
"Yes?"
“If you are uncomfortable, it is right to find a way to help you without causing any inconvenience.”
“Is that so...?”
"Of course. There are quite a few nobles who are picky about who they work with. They're so picky until they find someone they like. But I can't do that. I guess I'll have to find another way."
The reason why that is not possible is probably because of the high income.
You don't seem to know that your high income includes your life insurance...but it's probably better to never know about this.
Skinel, completely unaware that her life allowance had just been added, was determined not to lose this job.
"But..."
"Oh, I was just asking if you were alright, so don't worry too much about it! If you're having trouble, just skip it for today and find an assistant you like."
When Diarin seemed reluctant, Skinel quickly came up with another alternative.
But will it be found even if you do that?
First, they had to find the reason for Ceres before they could find a solution.
“Let’s rest for today and talk again tomorrow.”
Diarin sent Skinel away and went into the bathroom.
Ceres, who was sitting in the bathtub, looked back fiercely.
And as soon as he discovered that the person who came in was Diarin, the corners of his eyes lowered.
If anything, it seemed like it would even wag its tail.
It seems he was quite displeased with the way Skinel was trying to touch him.
Diarin sighed and approached Ceres.
Ceres extended his arm, which was immersed in the bathtub, to Diarin.
“Yes? No, wait.”
But Ceres's arms were fast.
Before Diarin could run away, he had already wrapped his wet arms around her waist.
“...”
She was drenched in an instant.
Ceres clung to Diarin with his dripping body.
“Wait a minute, let me put this aside... ha.”
It's late.
Even if she took off Ceres now, she couldn't get the priest's robe back because it was already soaked.
Diarin raised both hands as if surrendering.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...”
Instead of answering, Ceres tightened his grip on Diarin's waist.
Is this an expression of your intention to strangle my body to death by doing something you don't like?
Diarin thought about it for a moment, seriously.
When she was on the verge of suffocation, Diarin patted Ceres on the back.
“What did you dislike?”
"Female."
“Am I a woman too?”
“...That woman.”
“You don’t like that person? Then, should we change to someone else?”
“...”
Diarin felt hesitation in the arms that were tightening around her waist.
It's not that he dislikes Skinel. It's just that something else is uncomfortable.
Apparently, it was okay until Skinel and Ceres were alone in the bathroom.
“Do you hate it when other people touch your body?”
“I don’t like it.”
“I am another person, too.”
Ceres shrugged his shoulders like a child at a loss for an answer, then buried his face in Diarin's waistband.
It's not like the things he hates don't go away, but he still hates them...
The world of the puppy's mind was also quite complex.
“Hmm, but to become a young master, you have to dress up nicely... That’s how you become a pretty young master.”
“I don’t like it.”
This time it was quite decisive.
Yes. Becoming a pretty young master was an order, not Ceres's own will.
How do I convince this...
If you keep giving up on things you don't want to do, you'll end up giving up on everything and end up being a less socially savage dog.
The brightly shining young master in Diarin's mind disappears into the distance.
“I want to see Mr. Ceres become a pretty young master.”
“...”
She feels it. The hesitation of restless arms.
It was both cute and sad to see him worry so much about her words.
Diarin gently stroked Ceres's wet hair.
No matter how Diarin touched him, Ceres remained silent.
He is a very good dog, but he clings to her so much that he won't let go, even though she is not his owner.
Diarin's heart was also torn by the warm affection given by the creature that came into her arms.
She needs to raise him well and send him to a good home...
It was really hard to imagine when he would be able to raise him well.
The next day, Diarin entered the bathroom in a serious mood.
It was different from yesterday.
Today, Diarin was holding one of her own weapons.
Is this really the bathroom she knew all along?
Although it was still large and ornate, the bathroom that Skinel had touched was instantly transformed into a salon.
The fragrant scent of incense, perfume, and flower petals rose from all directions.
“Is the Priestess coming in too?”
“Oh, I...”
As Diarin was naturally entering the bathroom with Ceres, Skinel asked her.
Come to think of it, it was a strange situation.
Even though she was a Priestess who helped with the treatment, it was a bit too rude to follow Ceres to the bathing area.
"I will make sure that nothing will come to harm to you while you are under my care. Don't worry."
Skinel smiled and sent Diarin away.
Diarin knew that the oil and lotion wouldn't harm Ceres.
The problem is that she's afraid her child will hurt Skinel...
But she can't honestly say that her child might bite if he gets wet.
While Skinel was talking, Diarin was already coming out of the bathroom.
'What should I do? Will he be okay?'
It was the first time Ceres had been alone with another person.
She had no idea what kind of unexpected event would occur.
Diarin paced outside the bathroom door, her steps filled with nervousness.
At least Ceres will sense this.
Knowing that she is right outside the door will help him calm down a little.
Then, he won't bite people indiscriminately...
What a mess!
But before the prayer could even finish, the loud sound of a bowl breaking echoed from inside the bathroom.
At the same time, Ceres's booming voice is also present.
“I don’t like it!”
She almost kicked the door open reflexively.
But the moment Diarin grabbed the doorknob, she hesitated.
'I don't like it...?'
This wasn't 'Kwaaaa' or 'Euaaaa'.
Or she didn't hear any other sounds like someone's throat being cut.
Ceres surprisingly calmly expressed his intention.
It seemed like something had been thrown just before that, but she didn't hear the sound of Skinel getting hit and falling to the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just trying to take off your clothes for you...”
Skinel's voice continued.
Fortunately, it was the voice of a living person.
Not only that, but it seemed like there was no place that was hit.
It was the same bright and gentle voice.
“I don’t like it!”
Ceres once again made his decision strongly.
"Who doesn't like having their clothes taken off? Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Would you mind taking them off and changing into this gown?"
Diarin held the handle, her heart pounding as she waited for the next words to be heard.
There was no subsequent 'I don't like it'.
Wow... My child even listened to other people’s words quietly.
She felt a sense of pride as if she had raised him all, but also a sense of bittersweet sadness as if it was already time to send him off.
But it was still a long way to go before she had to leave.
“No! No! No!”
He managed to get into the bathtub.
But after that, Skinel had no success.
Whenever she tried to do something, Ceres kept saying no.
“Ah, ahh... If you don’t like my hands, I’ll just lightly brush them with a cotton ball. How about that?”
“I don’t like it!”
As the repetition continued, Ceres' excitement gradually increased.
She thinks it's about time they started moving out.
Diarin waited in front of the bathroom, preparing her body and mind.
If Ceres shouts one more time, she'll really go for it.
"Priestess, are you there... Oh, you're right in front of the door. You don't have to wait here. Oh, that's good timing. I think I need your help, Priestess."
“Yes, I was waiting anyway...”
“Priestess, may I borrow your hand?”
Instead of saying 'please calm him down', hand?
Diarin looked at Skinel in confusion.
"Yes, it seems Young Master doesn't like human hands as much as I expected. Since he seems to like the priestess's hands, I thought it might be a good idea to borrow them and take care of them."
"... Yes?"
"I've been entrusted with the task, my young master, and I need to make him shine brightly, but he doesn't seem to like my hands. Could I ask you a favor? Oh, and since your hands are healing hands, the effect might be even better!"
This is like Diarin selling off divine power.
Washing Ceres is something she let go of since she first learned about it.
After she told him once, he seemed to wash well on his own, so she didn't worry about it anymore and just lived.
But now I have to wash it with my own hands?
Why? Why do I have to work more?
It's not just anything else; washing is really hard work.
"He'll gradually get used to it. It took him quite some time to become comfortable around you."
Diarin initially refused.
“Oh my? What if the young master gets used to it?”
Skinel was surprised by Diarin's words and asked back.
Diarin was also surprised by the surprised reaction as if it were something that could not have happened.
"Yes?"
“If you are uncomfortable, it is right to find a way to help you without causing any inconvenience.”
“Is that so...?”
"Of course. There are quite a few nobles who are picky about who they work with. They're so picky until they find someone they like. But I can't do that. I guess I'll have to find another way."
The reason why that is not possible is probably because of the high income.
You don't seem to know that your high income includes your life insurance...but it's probably better to never know about this.
Skinel, completely unaware that her life allowance had just been added, was determined not to lose this job.
"But..."
"Oh, I was just asking if you were alright, so don't worry too much about it! If you're having trouble, just skip it for today and find an assistant you like."
When Diarin seemed reluctant, Skinel quickly came up with another alternative.
But will it be found even if you do that?
First, they had to find the reason for Ceres before they could find a solution.
“Let’s rest for today and talk again tomorrow.”
Diarin sent Skinel away and went into the bathroom.
Ceres, who was sitting in the bathtub, looked back fiercely.
And as soon as he discovered that the person who came in was Diarin, the corners of his eyes lowered.
If anything, it seemed like it would even wag its tail.
It seems he was quite displeased with the way Skinel was trying to touch him.
Diarin sighed and approached Ceres.
Ceres extended his arm, which was immersed in the bathtub, to Diarin.
“Yes? No, wait.”
But Ceres's arms were fast.
Before Diarin could run away, he had already wrapped his wet arms around her waist.
“...”
She was drenched in an instant.
Ceres clung to Diarin with his dripping body.
“Wait a minute, let me put this aside... ha.”
It's late.
Even if she took off Ceres now, she couldn't get the priest's robe back because it was already soaked.
Diarin raised both hands as if surrendering.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...”
Instead of answering, Ceres tightened his grip on Diarin's waist.
Is this an expression of your intention to strangle my body to death by doing something you don't like?
Diarin thought about it for a moment, seriously.
When she was on the verge of suffocation, Diarin patted Ceres on the back.
“What did you dislike?”
"Female."
“Am I a woman too?”
“...That woman.”
“You don’t like that person? Then, should we change to someone else?”
“...”
Diarin felt hesitation in the arms that were tightening around her waist.
It's not that he dislikes Skinel. It's just that something else is uncomfortable.
Apparently, it was okay until Skinel and Ceres were alone in the bathroom.
“Do you hate it when other people touch your body?”
“I don’t like it.”
“I am another person, too.”
Ceres shrugged his shoulders like a child at a loss for an answer, then buried his face in Diarin's waistband.
It's not like the things he hates don't go away, but he still hates them...
The world of the puppy's mind was also quite complex.
“Hmm, but to become a young master, you have to dress up nicely... That’s how you become a pretty young master.”
“I don’t like it.”
This time it was quite decisive.
Yes. Becoming a pretty young master was an order, not Ceres's own will.
How do I convince this...
If you keep giving up on things you don't want to do, you'll end up giving up on everything and end up being a less socially savage dog.
The brightly shining young master in Diarin's mind disappears into the distance.
“I want to see Mr. Ceres become a pretty young master.”
“...”
She feels it. The hesitation of restless arms.
It was both cute and sad to see him worry so much about her words.
Diarin gently stroked Ceres's wet hair.
No matter how Diarin touched him, Ceres remained silent.
He is a very good dog, but he clings to her so much that he won't let go, even though she is not his owner.
Diarin's heart was also torn by the warm affection given by the creature that came into her arms.
She needs to raise him well and send him to a good home...
It was really hard to imagine when he would be able to raise him well.
***
The next day, Diarin entered the bathroom in a serious mood.
It was different from yesterday.
Today, Diarin was holding one of her own weapons.
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