37. The master of this house is no joke.
Ceres accepted Diarin's body in a panic.
The two people's bodies swayed and tilted at the same time, clinging tightly to each other.
It was a much closer and deeper physical contact than when he usually hugged Diarin's waist or held her head.
A soft and small body, the complete opposite of one's own.
Ceres's heart thumped, rising and falling.
All of his senses were focused on Diarin's body.
The sweet scent that clung to him unpleasantly, the damp humidity, his body soaking wet, the sound of strangers, the loud beating of his heart... all of that was forgotten in an instant.
Ceres felt only one thing: Diarin, in his arms.
Diarin's physique, Diarin's body temperature, Diarin's body odor.
Even in combat, he rarely been so focused on one thing.
While facing the sword in front of him, he was wary of arrows that might fly from behind.
But how can it be possible to not see or hear anything around you?
Ceres was bewildered by his own abnormal state.
When there is a problem, he must report it.
“...Abnormal condition.”
Ceres' voice, barely able to report, became low.
Diarin was startled.
“What?! Where are you going!”
She tried to look inside, but Ceres's arm blocked her path, and she couldn't move.
Even if she twisted her body to free her arms, Diarin couldn't withstand Ceres's strength.
It felt like she was trapped inside some kind of wooden barrel, not in a human arm.
Diarin quickly gave up on things that didn't work out.
Instead, Ceres hugged her body tightly with both arms to prevent her from getting any weirder.
“Mr. Ceres? Are you okay... Are you okay?”
The two people's bodies were tightly pressed together.
Ceres closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Diarin's heartbeat, which was pounding so loudly that it felt as if her entire body had become a heart.
It was noisy, but it didn't sound noisy.
"Ha..."
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down, just as he had learned from Diarin.
Ceres' heartbeat matched Diarin's.
Both were fast and loud, but the impatience disappeared the moment their hearts began to beat simultaneously at equal intervals.
It was a safe and brisk beat, like holding hands and running.
His heart slowly sank.
“Are you okay? The floor is very slippery... Are you hurt anywhere?”
Skinel was a really clever guy.
She had a ghostly feeling when Ceres' condition began to return.
Only then did Diarin nod, her body sagging.
Ceres' arms, which had been embracing Diarin's body, had not let go even then.
It seemed like it wouldn't be easy to let go today.
Diarin patted his broad back and muttered to herself.
Ugh.
“This is a nutritional supplement made with Hadalian petals.”
A few days later.
Skinel has completely adapted to Ceres.
It didn't matter whether Ceres threw off his gown or wrapped it tightly.
Even if he hung his gown in the middle and walked around, she wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
Diarin was the only one who was taken aback by Skinel's drastic change.
“It’s cold.”
Ceres rather accepted the cold, businesslike treatment.
Hw gave himself over to Skinell, not caring if she touched his body or if she took it apart and reassembled it.
'Something's strange?'
Something was happening that Diarin couldn't figure out.
Although Diarin had to be by his side to hold his hand, they both acted as if the other did not exist.
Diarin, stuck in the middle, was watching both sides closely and preparing for any danger that might arise.
But nothing happened until the management was finished.
“It’s over.”
Skinel was polite.
But the friendly voice and cheerful expression were nowhere to be found.
A cool breeze blew through her whole body.
It turned out to be a good thing since Ceres was rather comfortable with this.
But is it really a good thing...?
Diarin hoped that the puppy she raised with great care would be loved by many people.
But people treat her coldly.
She wanted to ask Skinel not to hate her dog, but why she hates her dog.
But actually, her dog found it comfortable.
This seems better from the dog's perspective.
In the end, only the person who raised the puppy felt uncomfortable.
Diarin groaned in discomfort, and time passed.
“Priestess.”
As she was about to leave the room, Skinel called out to Diarin.
"Yes?"
When Diarin stopped, Ceres also stopped.
Skinel glanced at Ceres and shook her head.
“Oh, no.”
Diarin, who instinctively realized that they had something to say alone, sent Ceres back to his room first.
Even Ceres could walk around the mansion alone.
Of course, she didn't like that at all.
“I’ll be there soon.”
"...Yes."
Diarin, who had been forcibly pushing out Skinel's back, smiled at him.
“It’s just the two of us now. Did you have something to say?”
“It’s the new official!”
Skinel was so touched by Diarin's understanding of her feelings that she burst into tears.
She was ready to hug her if she had to, but she couldn't do it rashly.
Originally, priests were good at hugging people.
It is the duty of a priest to follow the will of God and show love to people, so they do not reject anyone who hugs them.
But she couldn't just hug Diarin, so she just held her hands together.
If she hugged Diarin, she felt like she would be torn to pieces by the hands of the master of this house.
“Yes, is there something difficult?”
After a long time, Diarin changed her mode from being a dog owner to being a priest.
A compassionate heart that is willing to listen to any story, and even ready to bestow divine power and bless you with just a little financial sincerity.
Skinel was once again touched by Diarin's attitude.
"I knew you'd pay attention to my story, Priestess! Oh, instead of sitting here talking, how about lying down and listening while receiving treatment?"
"... Yes?"
Suddenly?
"Yes, since you've provided me with plenty of materials, I'll have some left over. Priestess, even if I use a little on your small body, it won't even be noticeable."
“No, that’s not the problem...”
"These materials are really expensive! I want to take care of the hard-working Priestess's health, too."
Diarin was shaken by the continued persuasion.
A priest must be honest and not interested in appearance...
But God said to show love.
Because love for yourself is also love.
Let's love.
As expected, Diarin was a natural-born priest.
She followed God's words so well.
“Then, can I ask you a favor?”
This is not a personal temptation, but following the word of God.
Diarin lay down on the bed, following Skinel's instructions.
She only seen Ceres lying down, but this is the first time she actually saw her lying down.
“Just lie down comfortably. I’ll take care of everything.”
Skinel began to caress Diarin's face in a manner that was markedly different from the one she had given to Ceres.
It was the same attitude as when she first saw it.
“This isn’t an opportunity that just comes to everyone. It’s a request that came to you because you’re the best. So you were lured in by those words and decided to do it?”
Skinel began to speak, moving her hands deftly.
Still, she liked it because the customer paid the consultation fee first.
"I understand how you feel. The treatment must have been excellent."
From money to promotion.
Nothing stirs the human heart as deeply as material things.
“I’ve served most of the noblemen and ladies. But this nobleman is truly no joke.”
"...is it so?"
This is her first time seeing the young master of this house.
She was wondering if it was not a joke at all.
The mansion was becoming increasingly crowded.
Within a few days, additional experts, as Robben had mentioned, entered the mansion.
After being introduced to each person one by one and having a period of adjustment, Ceres met them one by one and entrusted himself to them. He held Diarin's hand tightly.
Outside of that time, he never encountered those people.
"Yes! What's more infuriating than just swearing silently and blatantly showing your displeasure? This young master is exactly like that. How on earth did you manage to stick around, Priestess?"
“Ah... Our master is not very good at talking, is he?”
It might have seemed that way to someone who didn't know the circumstances.
Still, it hurt her heart to see her dog being hated so much that she found herself making excuses without realizing it.
"It's not that he don't have a sense of humor, it's that he don't treat people like people. I know this because I've worked with so many people. I'm used to them being picky or openly treating me like subordinates. And in fact, I'm actually subordinate."
That's right, there is actually such a thing as status.
The difference between nobles and commoners was as great as the difference between trees and grass.
Although there are sometimes things like vines that are confusingly classified as trees or grass, like Diarin.
"What happened was... I was thirsty one night, so I went out for a quick drink. But somehow, he must have seen me. He watched me silently, and then he said, 'Don't drink it.' No, he was being stingy with even a sip of water?!"
That seems to be a big misunderstanding...
Common sense tells her that Ceres says that because he heard the sound of someone drinking water, and it was so loud that he couldn't stand it anymore, and ran out.
Diarin couldn't find the words to defend herself.
Ceres accepted Diarin's body in a panic.
The two people's bodies swayed and tilted at the same time, clinging tightly to each other.
It was a much closer and deeper physical contact than when he usually hugged Diarin's waist or held her head.
A soft and small body, the complete opposite of one's own.
Ceres's heart thumped, rising and falling.
All of his senses were focused on Diarin's body.
The sweet scent that clung to him unpleasantly, the damp humidity, his body soaking wet, the sound of strangers, the loud beating of his heart... all of that was forgotten in an instant.
Ceres felt only one thing: Diarin, in his arms.
Diarin's physique, Diarin's body temperature, Diarin's body odor.
Even in combat, he rarely been so focused on one thing.
While facing the sword in front of him, he was wary of arrows that might fly from behind.
But how can it be possible to not see or hear anything around you?
Ceres was bewildered by his own abnormal state.
When there is a problem, he must report it.
“...Abnormal condition.”
Ceres' voice, barely able to report, became low.
Diarin was startled.
“What?! Where are you going!”
She tried to look inside, but Ceres's arm blocked her path, and she couldn't move.
Even if she twisted her body to free her arms, Diarin couldn't withstand Ceres's strength.
It felt like she was trapped inside some kind of wooden barrel, not in a human arm.
Diarin quickly gave up on things that didn't work out.
Instead, Ceres hugged her body tightly with both arms to prevent her from getting any weirder.
“Mr. Ceres? Are you okay... Are you okay?”
The two people's bodies were tightly pressed together.
Ceres closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Diarin's heartbeat, which was pounding so loudly that it felt as if her entire body had become a heart.
It was noisy, but it didn't sound noisy.
"Ha..."
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down, just as he had learned from Diarin.
Ceres' heartbeat matched Diarin's.
Both were fast and loud, but the impatience disappeared the moment their hearts began to beat simultaneously at equal intervals.
It was a safe and brisk beat, like holding hands and running.
His heart slowly sank.
“Are you okay? The floor is very slippery... Are you hurt anywhere?”
Skinel was a really clever guy.
She had a ghostly feeling when Ceres' condition began to return.
Only then did Diarin nod, her body sagging.
Ceres' arms, which had been embracing Diarin's body, had not let go even then.
It seemed like it wouldn't be easy to let go today.
Diarin patted his broad back and muttered to herself.
Ugh.
***
“This is a nutritional supplement made with Hadalian petals.”
A few days later.
Skinel has completely adapted to Ceres.
It didn't matter whether Ceres threw off his gown or wrapped it tightly.
Even if he hung his gown in the middle and walked around, she wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
Diarin was the only one who was taken aback by Skinel's drastic change.
“It’s cold.”
Ceres rather accepted the cold, businesslike treatment.
Hw gave himself over to Skinell, not caring if she touched his body or if she took it apart and reassembled it.
'Something's strange?'
Something was happening that Diarin couldn't figure out.
Although Diarin had to be by his side to hold his hand, they both acted as if the other did not exist.
Diarin, stuck in the middle, was watching both sides closely and preparing for any danger that might arise.
But nothing happened until the management was finished.
“It’s over.”
Skinel was polite.
But the friendly voice and cheerful expression were nowhere to be found.
A cool breeze blew through her whole body.
It turned out to be a good thing since Ceres was rather comfortable with this.
But is it really a good thing...?
Diarin hoped that the puppy she raised with great care would be loved by many people.
But people treat her coldly.
She wanted to ask Skinel not to hate her dog, but why she hates her dog.
But actually, her dog found it comfortable.
This seems better from the dog's perspective.
In the end, only the person who raised the puppy felt uncomfortable.
Diarin groaned in discomfort, and time passed.
“Priestess.”
As she was about to leave the room, Skinel called out to Diarin.
"Yes?"
When Diarin stopped, Ceres also stopped.
Skinel glanced at Ceres and shook her head.
“Oh, no.”
Diarin, who instinctively realized that they had something to say alone, sent Ceres back to his room first.
Even Ceres could walk around the mansion alone.
Of course, she didn't like that at all.
“I’ll be there soon.”
"...Yes."
Diarin, who had been forcibly pushing out Skinel's back, smiled at him.
“It’s just the two of us now. Did you have something to say?”
“It’s the new official!”
Skinel was so touched by Diarin's understanding of her feelings that she burst into tears.
She was ready to hug her if she had to, but she couldn't do it rashly.
Originally, priests were good at hugging people.
It is the duty of a priest to follow the will of God and show love to people, so they do not reject anyone who hugs them.
But she couldn't just hug Diarin, so she just held her hands together.
If she hugged Diarin, she felt like she would be torn to pieces by the hands of the master of this house.
“Yes, is there something difficult?”
After a long time, Diarin changed her mode from being a dog owner to being a priest.
A compassionate heart that is willing to listen to any story, and even ready to bestow divine power and bless you with just a little financial sincerity.
Skinel was once again touched by Diarin's attitude.
"I knew you'd pay attention to my story, Priestess! Oh, instead of sitting here talking, how about lying down and listening while receiving treatment?"
"... Yes?"
Suddenly?
"Yes, since you've provided me with plenty of materials, I'll have some left over. Priestess, even if I use a little on your small body, it won't even be noticeable."
“No, that’s not the problem...”
"These materials are really expensive! I want to take care of the hard-working Priestess's health, too."
Diarin was shaken by the continued persuasion.
A priest must be honest and not interested in appearance...
But God said to show love.
Because love for yourself is also love.
Let's love.
As expected, Diarin was a natural-born priest.
She followed God's words so well.
“Then, can I ask you a favor?”
This is not a personal temptation, but following the word of God.
Diarin lay down on the bed, following Skinel's instructions.
She only seen Ceres lying down, but this is the first time she actually saw her lying down.
Born into a noble family, but from a poor household, such positions as an official or attendant were beyond her wildest dreams.
Skinel began to caress Diarin's face in a manner that was markedly different from the one she had given to Ceres.
It was the same attitude as when she first saw it.
“This isn’t an opportunity that just comes to everyone. It’s a request that came to you because you’re the best. So you were lured in by those words and decided to do it?”
Skinel began to speak, moving her hands deftly.
Still, she liked it because the customer paid the consultation fee first.
"I understand how you feel. The treatment must have been excellent."
From money to promotion.
Nothing stirs the human heart as deeply as material things.
“I’ve served most of the noblemen and ladies. But this nobleman is truly no joke.”
"...is it so?"
This is her first time seeing the young master of this house.
She was wondering if it was not a joke at all.
The mansion was becoming increasingly crowded.
Within a few days, additional experts, as Robben had mentioned, entered the mansion.
After being introduced to each person one by one and having a period of adjustment, Ceres met them one by one and entrusted himself to them. He held Diarin's hand tightly.
Outside of that time, he never encountered those people.
"Yes! What's more infuriating than just swearing silently and blatantly showing your displeasure? This young master is exactly like that. How on earth did you manage to stick around, Priestess?"
“Ah... Our master is not very good at talking, is he?”
It might have seemed that way to someone who didn't know the circumstances.
Still, it hurt her heart to see her dog being hated so much that she found herself making excuses without realizing it.
"It's not that he don't have a sense of humor, it's that he don't treat people like people. I know this because I've worked with so many people. I'm used to them being picky or openly treating me like subordinates. And in fact, I'm actually subordinate."
That's right, there is actually such a thing as status.
The difference between nobles and commoners was as great as the difference between trees and grass.
Although there are sometimes things like vines that are confusingly classified as trees or grass, like Diarin.
"What happened was... I was thirsty one night, so I went out for a quick drink. But somehow, he must have seen me. He watched me silently, and then he said, 'Don't drink it.' No, he was being stingy with even a sip of water?!"
That seems to be a big misunderstanding...
Common sense tells her that Ceres says that because he heard the sound of someone drinking water, and it was so loud that he couldn't stand it anymore, and ran out.
Diarin couldn't find the words to defend herself.
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