47. It looks like flowers are blooming.
Neither of them was in the right clothes to go out and see the festival.
Diarin raided Ceres' closet first.
Meanwhile, a tailor came in and filled Ceres' wardrobe.
All the clothes he wore at home were the same.
Shirt, pants.
But the tailor was diligently making Ceres' clothes to fit every situation.
It just wasn't revealed because there was nothing to wear.
Diarin, who had just noticed the changes in Ceres' wardrobe, was amazed.
“Wow... This is so cool. You could go to the royal party right now.”
But it's not something you'd wear to a local festival.
The guilt was so overwhelming.
“I’ll wear this later when we have an improvement ceremony.”
Even the martial arts uniform that a legendary warrior would wear.
But it wasn't for a local festival.
“...Ah, they’re all so pretty.”
So that was the problem.
No matter what he wore, it was as if he was shouting, 'I am a precious young master.'
It wasn't just a matter of clothes.
Ceres's beauty, which she had worked hard to polish, added to the synergy effect.
“I want to see you dressed nicely!”
She has to choose the clothes that will be the least noticeable.
Is there another tragedy like this?
Diarin held back tears as she carefully searched through the clothes in her closet.
She promised herself that one day he would wear all of these clothes.
“It’s dark enough, so it should be okay, right?”
Diarin chose and chose, and eventually chose black top and bottom.
Ceres came out silently, changing into the clothes that Diarin had chosen for him.
“...Ah, let’s just change the shirt.”
Black hair, black eyes, black shirt, and black pants.
It looked like someone had come to a festival, mistaking it for a funeral.
Add to that a cold, expressionless face, and you might even get asked, "Are you a Grim Reaper?"
Even if you actually did something close to being a god of death, you shouldn't be misunderstood like that.
The shirt that Diarin chose again was a plain white shirt.
He still looked like a nobleman, but he looked like a nobleman who dressed casually because he wanted to naturally join in the festival like a commoner.
“Pass.”
At that point, people will probably know and pretend not to know.
Diarin, who had completed Ceres, opened her wardrobe.
Although she always wore only a priest's uniform, she did have some civilian clothes.
She kept it so that she could wear it only once in a while, such as when she was going to buy necessities or for personal errands, because it was too uncomfortable to wear the official uniform.
She hasn't worn it once since she came to the mansion.
She felt refreshed when she took out the clothes she had been putting away because she had nothing to wear.
'Well, this is about it.'
Where would a priest go to look pretty?
As long as it's not so shabby that it's ignored.
Diarin's outfit was exactly 'normal', 'ordinary'.
But standing next to Ceres, who shines on his own, she feels shabby.
She looked exactly like a maid who came out to serve the young master.
‘It’s right to live with them, but...’
Even if they are treated the same, the tutor and the maid are not in the same position.
But Diarin didn't know how to adorn herself very well.
The mansion's employees have been working hard to take care of Ceres, and thanks to that, they've occasionally touched her up with the leftovers, so she's a little shiny...
'Hey, this is enough.'
Diarin turned her head away from herself, who was smiling awkwardly in front of the mirror.
“Is this the end for Diarin?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with this.”
It was short compared to the carefully chosen and thoughtful clothing Ceres had worn. But there was nothing more to do.
“What is this?”
It was then that Ceres discovered a ribbon lying inside the wardrobe.
It was a gift from a tailor who said he had made it from leftover fabric.
However, the fancy ribbon did not match the priest's uniform, so it was put away and forgotten.
“Oh, there was this.”
Diarin hesitated while holding the ribbon, then decided to put it on her head.
Diarin looked back at Ceres, not having the confidence to check herself in the mirror.
"How is it?"
She thought she could accept Ceres's assessment, which was honest and straightforward, without any regard for the consequences.
“It’s like watching flowers bloom.”
"...Uh?"
“The flower buds are pretty, but the process of blooming is amazing, and once they bloom, they are beautiful.”
“?”
Diarin was dumbfounded.
It was she who read books to him whenever she had time, took him by the hand and took him out to the garden, showed him the world, and trained him to express himself.
But the day would come when Ceres would say these things on his own, without even being asked to.
She would have been surprised if it had just been "pretty," but what? It looks like flowers are blooming.
'Wait, are you going to tell me that...?'
When Diarin objectively evaluated her own appearance, it wasn't bad.
Like any other noble lady, she had the pride that if she spent money on dressing up well, she would not fall behind wherever she went.
But to the point where flowers bloom or something...
Honestly, to be that good, you have to be a beauty who is known to the whole world for being pretty from the moment you are born...
And now, he's giving her such praise just because she put on a ribbon.
“Thank you...”
"You're welcome."
“There’s no need to give me such excessive praise... Anyway, thank you.”
Diarin expressed her gratitude awkwardly.
“It’s not too much.”
“...”
“Didn’t I tell you to say it exactly as you feel it?”
“That’s true, but...”
“It looked like a flower to my eyes.”
Stop...
Shame was Diarin's lot.
But it was impossible to stop Ceres' expressive power from finally bursting forth.
With a sense of sacrifice, Diarin endured her shame.
“You’re going to turn the social world upside down...”
Even though he's not used to expressing himself yet, seeing that he can speak so fluently shows that he definitely has talent.
It's more heartbreaking when he casually says something that shakes someone without even realizing it.
It had a different weight from the light words spoken by someone who looked like a playboy.
That face, that expression, those eyes. And those words thrown in that voice.
Who would receive that and not be shaken?
He was destined to become a sinful man in the future.
Diarin, who had a part in the sin, could not raise her face out of guilt.
She doesn't know who it will be, but she hopes the lady doesn't suffer from heartache for too long.
Diarin meditated in silence, apologizing in advance.
“Then, shall we go?”
Even without Ceres's praise, she was excited to be wearing casual clothes and getting dressed up after a long time.
The priest's uniform gave her the pressure of having to live up to the expectations of 'this is what a priest should be like', no matter when or where she went.
Even if she's long since abandoned her sense of mission, she can't completely ignore the expectations of those around her, so she naturally becomes conscious of it.
It's become so habitual that she can't even imagine herself without being a priest.
But not now.
It wasn't Baron Braden's daughter Diarin, nor was it priest Diarin; it was just Diarin.
It was cool.
"...Ah."
As she left the mansion's front door, Diarin, who was leisurely thinking about how cool the night breeze was, suddenly stopped.
'Shouldn't I get permission from Robben?'
It was too late when she remembered it.
She's already changed her clothes and is ready to go out and play.
The worry didn't last long.
'Let's do it first!'
As long as you don't get into trouble when you go out, that's fine.
It's not like Ceres is being imprisoned because he's a criminal, but rather, strictly speaking, he's being 'protected'.
The only problem was that the protection was a bit cumbersome and could limit actions.
“Mr. Ceres, are there any guards around the mansion?”
"There is."
“A lot?”
“About thirty.”
“..There are a lot.”
Diarin sighed and crossed her arms.
She's already decided to go out and play.
Although she was usually obedient, Diarin was also stubborn.
Once she decides to do something, no one can stop her.
“Mr. Ceres, can you escape the mansion without being noticed by the guards?”
"Possible."
Diarin's eyes lit up.
“Then let’s do it!”
It was impossible to take the carriage used inside the mansion out.
Likewise, riding a horse is impossible, as you can get caught.
Diarin's plan was to first walk over the mansion's wall, then head toward the city and catch a carriage.
Today is a festival day, so if you go out a little bit to a densely populated area, it won't be difficult to catch a horse-drawn carriage.
If only they could get out of the mansion safely.
“...Is this the right way?”
"Right."
“I can’t see anything in front of me...”
“There’s nothing ahead. Just walk.”
“...How can I not see ahead in this situation...”
The two were on an adventure to escape the mansion.
Once she got out of the mansion, the rest wasn't difficult.
But it was difficult to leave the mansion.
'This damn house is truly endlessly vast.'
The entrance to the mansion and the mountains and lake between them were huge, but the rest of the place was also spacious.
“Come. Quietly.”
In the meantime, they tried to avoid the eyes of the guards going back and forth along the mansion wall, so my route took more and more turns.
However, Ceres made full use of his superhuman abilities on the battlefield.
Eventually, after going around and around, the two managed to escape the mansion by climbing over the wall.
“Wow! We got out! Good job!”
Diarin patted Ceres on the shoulder and lavished praise on him.
The guards were armed and on alert, and they entered the range of Ceres's opponents.
Diarin was overjoyed at having succeeded in breaking through without bloodshed, ignoring Ceres's insistence that "killing and breaking through is the fastest way."
Even Ceres, who had been feeling uneasy because it took so long, relaxed at the delight of Diarin's praise.
“Yes, then let’s catch a horse-drawn carriage.”
Leaving the mansion and walking a little further, they came across a residential area where people lived together.
As they were walking back and forth, they saw a carriage passing by, and sure enough, they saw a line of carriages lined up along the roadside.
Neither of them was in the right clothes to go out and see the festival.
Diarin raided Ceres' closet first.
Meanwhile, a tailor came in and filled Ceres' wardrobe.
All the clothes he wore at home were the same.
Shirt, pants.
But the tailor was diligently making Ceres' clothes to fit every situation.
It just wasn't revealed because there was nothing to wear.
Diarin, who had just noticed the changes in Ceres' wardrobe, was amazed.
“Wow... This is so cool. You could go to the royal party right now.”
But it's not something you'd wear to a local festival.
The guilt was so overwhelming.
“I’ll wear this later when we have an improvement ceremony.”
Even the martial arts uniform that a legendary warrior would wear.
But it wasn't for a local festival.
“...Ah, they’re all so pretty.”
So that was the problem.
No matter what he wore, it was as if he was shouting, 'I am a precious young master.'
It wasn't just a matter of clothes.
Ceres's beauty, which she had worked hard to polish, added to the synergy effect.
“I want to see you dressed nicely!”
She has to choose the clothes that will be the least noticeable.
Is there another tragedy like this?
Diarin held back tears as she carefully searched through the clothes in her closet.
She promised herself that one day he would wear all of these clothes.
“It’s dark enough, so it should be okay, right?”
Diarin chose and chose, and eventually chose black top and bottom.
Ceres came out silently, changing into the clothes that Diarin had chosen for him.
“...Ah, let’s just change the shirt.”
Black hair, black eyes, black shirt, and black pants.
It looked like someone had come to a festival, mistaking it for a funeral.
Add to that a cold, expressionless face, and you might even get asked, "Are you a Grim Reaper?"
Even if you actually did something close to being a god of death, you shouldn't be misunderstood like that.
The shirt that Diarin chose again was a plain white shirt.
He still looked like a nobleman, but he looked like a nobleman who dressed casually because he wanted to naturally join in the festival like a commoner.
“Pass.”
At that point, people will probably know and pretend not to know.
Diarin, who had completed Ceres, opened her wardrobe.
Although she always wore only a priest's uniform, she did have some civilian clothes.
She kept it so that she could wear it only once in a while, such as when she was going to buy necessities or for personal errands, because it was too uncomfortable to wear the official uniform.
She hasn't worn it once since she came to the mansion.
She felt refreshed when she took out the clothes she had been putting away because she had nothing to wear.
'Well, this is about it.'
Where would a priest go to look pretty?
As long as it's not so shabby that it's ignored.
Diarin's outfit was exactly 'normal', 'ordinary'.
But standing next to Ceres, who shines on his own, she feels shabby.
She looked exactly like a maid who came out to serve the young master.
‘It’s right to live with them, but...’
Even if they are treated the same, the tutor and the maid are not in the same position.
But Diarin didn't know how to adorn herself very well.
The mansion's employees have been working hard to take care of Ceres, and thanks to that, they've occasionally touched her up with the leftovers, so she's a little shiny...
'Hey, this is enough.'
Diarin turned her head away from herself, who was smiling awkwardly in front of the mirror.
“Is this the end for Diarin?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with this.”
It was short compared to the carefully chosen and thoughtful clothing Ceres had worn. But there was nothing more to do.
“What is this?”
It was then that Ceres discovered a ribbon lying inside the wardrobe.
It was a gift from a tailor who said he had made it from leftover fabric.
However, the fancy ribbon did not match the priest's uniform, so it was put away and forgotten.
“Oh, there was this.”
Diarin hesitated while holding the ribbon, then decided to put it on her head.
Diarin looked back at Ceres, not having the confidence to check herself in the mirror.
"How is it?"
She thought she could accept Ceres's assessment, which was honest and straightforward, without any regard for the consequences.
“It’s like watching flowers bloom.”
"...Uh?"
“The flower buds are pretty, but the process of blooming is amazing, and once they bloom, they are beautiful.”
“?”
Diarin was dumbfounded.
It was she who read books to him whenever she had time, took him by the hand and took him out to the garden, showed him the world, and trained him to express himself.
But the day would come when Ceres would say these things on his own, without even being asked to.
She would have been surprised if it had just been "pretty," but what? It looks like flowers are blooming.
'Wait, are you going to tell me that...?'
When Diarin objectively evaluated her own appearance, it wasn't bad.
Like any other noble lady, she had the pride that if she spent money on dressing up well, she would not fall behind wherever she went.
But to the point where flowers bloom or something...
Honestly, to be that good, you have to be a beauty who is known to the whole world for being pretty from the moment you are born...
And now, he's giving her such praise just because she put on a ribbon.
“Thank you...”
"You're welcome."
“There’s no need to give me such excessive praise... Anyway, thank you.”
Diarin expressed her gratitude awkwardly.
“It’s not too much.”
“...”
“Didn’t I tell you to say it exactly as you feel it?”
“That’s true, but...”
“It looked like a flower to my eyes.”
Stop...
Shame was Diarin's lot.
But it was impossible to stop Ceres' expressive power from finally bursting forth.
With a sense of sacrifice, Diarin endured her shame.
“You’re going to turn the social world upside down...”
Even though he's not used to expressing himself yet, seeing that he can speak so fluently shows that he definitely has talent.
It's more heartbreaking when he casually says something that shakes someone without even realizing it.
It had a different weight from the light words spoken by someone who looked like a playboy.
That face, that expression, those eyes. And those words thrown in that voice.
Who would receive that and not be shaken?
He was destined to become a sinful man in the future.
Diarin, who had a part in the sin, could not raise her face out of guilt.
She doesn't know who it will be, but she hopes the lady doesn't suffer from heartache for too long.
Diarin meditated in silence, apologizing in advance.
“Then, shall we go?”
Even without Ceres's praise, she was excited to be wearing casual clothes and getting dressed up after a long time.
The priest's uniform gave her the pressure of having to live up to the expectations of 'this is what a priest should be like', no matter when or where she went.
Even if she's long since abandoned her sense of mission, she can't completely ignore the expectations of those around her, so she naturally becomes conscious of it.
It's become so habitual that she can't even imagine herself without being a priest.
But not now.
It wasn't Baron Braden's daughter Diarin, nor was it priest Diarin; it was just Diarin.
It was cool.
"...Ah."
As she left the mansion's front door, Diarin, who was leisurely thinking about how cool the night breeze was, suddenly stopped.
'Shouldn't I get permission from Robben?'
It was too late when she remembered it.
She's already changed her clothes and is ready to go out and play.
The worry didn't last long.
'Let's do it first!'
As long as you don't get into trouble when you go out, that's fine.
It's not like Ceres is being imprisoned because he's a criminal, but rather, strictly speaking, he's being 'protected'.
The only problem was that the protection was a bit cumbersome and could limit actions.
“Mr. Ceres, are there any guards around the mansion?”
"There is."
“A lot?”
“About thirty.”
“..There are a lot.”
Diarin sighed and crossed her arms.
She's already decided to go out and play.
Although she was usually obedient, Diarin was also stubborn.
Once she decides to do something, no one can stop her.
“Mr. Ceres, can you escape the mansion without being noticed by the guards?”
"Possible."
Diarin's eyes lit up.
“Then let’s do it!”
It was impossible to take the carriage used inside the mansion out.
Likewise, riding a horse is impossible, as you can get caught.
Diarin's plan was to first walk over the mansion's wall, then head toward the city and catch a carriage.
Today is a festival day, so if you go out a little bit to a densely populated area, it won't be difficult to catch a horse-drawn carriage.
If only they could get out of the mansion safely.
“...Is this the right way?”
"Right."
“I can’t see anything in front of me...”
“There’s nothing ahead. Just walk.”
“...How can I not see ahead in this situation...”
The two were on an adventure to escape the mansion.
Once she got out of the mansion, the rest wasn't difficult.
But it was difficult to leave the mansion.
'This damn house is truly endlessly vast.'
The entrance to the mansion and the mountains and lake between them were huge, but the rest of the place was also spacious.
“Come. Quietly.”
In the meantime, they tried to avoid the eyes of the guards going back and forth along the mansion wall, so my route took more and more turns.
However, Ceres made full use of his superhuman abilities on the battlefield.
Eventually, after going around and around, the two managed to escape the mansion by climbing over the wall.
“Wow! We got out! Good job!”
Diarin patted Ceres on the shoulder and lavished praise on him.
The guards were armed and on alert, and they entered the range of Ceres's opponents.
Diarin was overjoyed at having succeeded in breaking through without bloodshed, ignoring Ceres's insistence that "killing and breaking through is the fastest way."
Even Ceres, who had been feeling uneasy because it took so long, relaxed at the delight of Diarin's praise.
“Yes, then let’s catch a horse-drawn carriage.”
Leaving the mansion and walking a little further, they came across a residential area where people lived together.
As they were walking back and forth, they saw a carriage passing by, and sure enough, they saw a line of carriages lined up along the roadside.
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