55. This works
...Yes, money.
It's the first money you've ever earned, so you'll be proud.
She would usually say that Ceres did a good job, but this wasn't it.
This was the only thing that didn't work.
"No, no! Especially to a woman! Money earned by selling laughter!"
He never sold laughter, but he sold dance.
According to Diarin's strict standards, the young master was not allowed to take money by pleasing others.
“Give it back!”
But the women had already disappeared into the crowd.
All that was left was the money Ceres had earned.
For some reason, Diarin's voice grew a little louder at the word 'woman.'
“Is a man’s money enough?”
"...What?"
Ceres reached the conclusion that gender was the issue.
But it was no different for men.
Ceres quickly spotted a man passing by, holding money in his hand.
“That money.”
“Oh, my gosh! What the! This is a surprise!”
The man hesitated in surprise at Ceres's sudden appearance before him.
The man's physique was not bad, but he was small compared to Ceres.
But since he was the same man, he didn't run away in surprise, but nodded.
“Wh, what is it!”
“If you dance, will you give it to me?”
"... Yes?"
The man, who was preparing to fight, answered Ceres' question in a dumbfounded voice.
A new dance has begun.
Ceres calmly and quickly took the man's hand and wrapped it around his waist.
Diarin, who was running towards them in surprise, stopped in her tracks in shock, afraid that it would turn into a fight.
How stunned would a man feel when he is forced to dance with a man he has never seen before, wrapped around his waist?
But Ceres paid no attention and continued to walk with the same energetic steps as before.
The man nearly fell over every three steps as he danced in front of the strange man.
Each time, Ceres quickly embraced the man's body and helped him regain his balance. He was incredibly skilled.
“Ah, no, this is...”
Even though he was the same guy, he was cool.
Why does my face turn red every time I hug that wide chest?
I didn't hate it... I didn't...
After the dance ended and Ceres stopped walking, he left without any regrets.
And this time, he confidently extended his hand.
"Money."
“Ah... yes...”
I never said I would give you money.
But I think I have to give it to you.
There's nothing I can't give you at this level.
Diarin, who came to her senses late and ran over, grabbed the hand of the man who was holding out money as if possessed.
“Oh, no! No, sir! It’s okay! We were just joking!”
“Huh? Huh?”
At the word 'joke', the man's bewildered face brightened as if he understood.
“Don’t be so upset! Haha! Ha!”
“Oh, no, thanks to you, it was fun.”
“That would be fortunate if that were the case...”
"You had fun, so I owe you some money. Here. Have a good time!"
“Oh, no, sir!”
Diarin tried to dissuade him, but the man had already put the money in Ceres' hand.
And then he disappeared briskly.
No...
This works...
Diarin lost touch with reality as she watched Ceres dance for men as well as women and receive money.
Perhaps there was something called common sense in the world that we were unaware of.
Is it right for me to teach Ceres, who lives in a world I don't even know?
Ceres suddenly reached out his hand to Diarin, who was feeling remorseful.
"Money."
"...No..."
Diarin pushed Ceres' hand away.
How do you get this?
But Ceres did not understand Diarin's rejection.
“I’ve got the money. Can you quit being a priest?”
“No, I can’t. I still can’t.”
Ceres stared blankly at the money that Diarin refused to accept and asked.
It's money, so why not?
Money is a substance for exchange.
The other party was satisfied and exchanged money.
He thought that would be okay, but Diarin was very upset.
“Getting paid for something like that... is like Mr. Ceres risking his life for a single meal on the battlefield.”
“?”
The current situation is a mutually agreed-upon deal that satisfies both parties.
She could have just passed it off as a small, cute incident that could happen when you get caught up in the festive atmosphere.
At first, she was just surprised when she saw Ceres dancing with another woman and said, 'Eww!'
Even when he was dancing with a man, she was in a daze and thought, 'What am I looking at?'
But the more she thought about it, the colder her mind became.
What if Ceres, who is naive to the ways of the world, enters the social world like this?
Would the nobles, knowing that he was a member of the 8th division without any support, just sit back and do nothing?
They could have played with Ceres, who was handsome, fit, and even clumsy, like a toy.
"It was just a dance now. But there might be people who would offer more money and ask Ceres to do more things."
“I can do it.”
“You can’t do it!”
In the end, Diarin ended up screaming.
What should we do with this cute puppy who doesn't know the ways of this world?
If someone offered him food, he would follow them and give them his body, mind, bones, and flesh, so she's so anxious she could die.
"Mr. Ceres, even if someone offers you candy, you must never follow them. Do you understand?"
"I get it."
Even though she heard the definitive answer, Diarin's anxiety still did not go away.
“...Meat is not allowed.”
"Yes."
And after thinking about it a little more.
“...Money, ...You think about it a lot and consider the conditions.”
"Yes."
“No, no. Don’t follow them, no matter how much they pay you.”
Diarin was swayed by the promotion and bonus, but Ceres shouldn't live like that.
As befitting a noble gentleman, so proudly!
“I wish Mr. Ceres hadn’t sold himself.”
“I don’t sell it.”
“...If you receive money, anything you do is selling.”
Ceres, who would have just accepted it as usual, made a complicated expression.
“Then how do you get the money?”
"So, money isn't about the 'body itself,' but about selling things like the 'skills,' 'knowledge,' and 'abilities' that Ceres possesses."
Dancing may be a skill in some ways, but what people enjoyed was Ceres's appearance.
So it wasn't much different from selling Ceres himself.
It was a subtle part that even Diarin herself had difficulty explaining.
Still, Ceres wandered around with a puzzled expression.
Economic education is also necessary...
Although Ceres would never make money with his body again, he still needed to understand the basic concepts of how the world's economic structure worked and what could and could not be sold.
Otherwise, he could have thrown out a bloody sentence like, "How much would it cost to kill you?" at a high-society party.
“So, this money was originally not supposed to be received?”
“...That’s right. If someone else had made that suggestion first, I would have been angry.”
This time, Ceres spoke first, so it could have ended as a laughing matter.
If the situation were the opposite, things would be different.
Let's say someone came up to Ceres and said, 'How much will it cost you to kiss me?'
At that time, Diarin would have been the first to come forward and fight.
"I get it."
Ceres nodded thoughtfully.
Diarin's voice was that serious.
“Then should I throw this money away?”
It's money that came into his hands in a bad situation, which even Diarin had to seriously teach him.
So it seemed right to just throw it away.
“...No, wait.”
Diarin grabbed Ceres' arm as he was about to spill the money on the floor.
“Money is money.”
Even if the circumstances are unpleasant, the value of money does not disappear.
Money is not something you throw away.
“I told you to spend the money you feel bad about. Let’s spend it.”
"...? I get it."
Ceres, who had been nagging Diarin about the process of earning money, ultimately did not understand the process of cherishing that money.
But if Diarin says to use it, then we should use it.
“Now that we have some real money, let’s buy whatever Ceres wants.”
There were still many stores to visit.
If you look around more, you'll probably find something that Ceres likes.
"This."
“...Are you serious?”
But what Ceres chose was undoubtedly Diarin's item.
This time it was a hairpin.
"Welcome! You have good taste. Are you going to give this to the person next to you?"
“I’m going to do it to Diarin’s head.”
“Your hair is beautiful, and it matches your hair color perfectly. I think it would look really pretty if you did it! You should give it a try.”
“Oh, no, wait a minute...”
Diarin turned around, dragging Ceres with her.
"Mr. Ceres, don't keep choosing only mine. Choose your own. What you want."
“I want that.”
“You’re going to give it to me, right?”
Ceres hesitated.
“I won’t give it to you.”
“...Huh? You’re not going to give it to me? ...No, wait. You can’t even lend it to me.”
“I’m not lending it to you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m putting mine on Diarin’s head.”
“...That’s what they mean by lending it.”
No matter how she tried to change the subject, the meaning was the same in the end.
Where a newborn baby who has barely learned to talk is making a pun to a grown adult.
Diarin cut off Ceres's joke with a laugh.
But Diarin overlooked it.
Ceres wasn't just playing with words; he had a bigger meaning in mind.
...Yes, money.
It's the first money you've ever earned, so you'll be proud.
She would usually say that Ceres did a good job, but this wasn't it.
This was the only thing that didn't work.
"No, no! Especially to a woman! Money earned by selling laughter!"
He never sold laughter, but he sold dance.
According to Diarin's strict standards, the young master was not allowed to take money by pleasing others.
“Give it back!”
But the women had already disappeared into the crowd.
All that was left was the money Ceres had earned.
For some reason, Diarin's voice grew a little louder at the word 'woman.'
“Is a man’s money enough?”
"...What?"
Ceres reached the conclusion that gender was the issue.
But it was no different for men.
Ceres quickly spotted a man passing by, holding money in his hand.
“That money.”
“Oh, my gosh! What the! This is a surprise!”
The man hesitated in surprise at Ceres's sudden appearance before him.
The man's physique was not bad, but he was small compared to Ceres.
But since he was the same man, he didn't run away in surprise, but nodded.
“Wh, what is it!”
“If you dance, will you give it to me?”
"... Yes?"
The man, who was preparing to fight, answered Ceres' question in a dumbfounded voice.
A new dance has begun.
Ceres calmly and quickly took the man's hand and wrapped it around his waist.
Diarin, who was running towards them in surprise, stopped in her tracks in shock, afraid that it would turn into a fight.
How stunned would a man feel when he is forced to dance with a man he has never seen before, wrapped around his waist?
But Ceres paid no attention and continued to walk with the same energetic steps as before.
The man nearly fell over every three steps as he danced in front of the strange man.
Each time, Ceres quickly embraced the man's body and helped him regain his balance. He was incredibly skilled.
“Ah, no, this is...”
Even though he was the same guy, he was cool.
Why does my face turn red every time I hug that wide chest?
I didn't hate it... I didn't...
After the dance ended and Ceres stopped walking, he left without any regrets.
And this time, he confidently extended his hand.
"Money."
“Ah... yes...”
I never said I would give you money.
But I think I have to give it to you.
There's nothing I can't give you at this level.
Diarin, who came to her senses late and ran over, grabbed the hand of the man who was holding out money as if possessed.
“Oh, no! No, sir! It’s okay! We were just joking!”
“Huh? Huh?”
At the word 'joke', the man's bewildered face brightened as if he understood.
“Don’t be so upset! Haha! Ha!”
“Oh, no, thanks to you, it was fun.”
“That would be fortunate if that were the case...”
"You had fun, so I owe you some money. Here. Have a good time!"
“Oh, no, sir!”
Diarin tried to dissuade him, but the man had already put the money in Ceres' hand.
And then he disappeared briskly.
No...
This works...
Diarin lost touch with reality as she watched Ceres dance for men as well as women and receive money.
Perhaps there was something called common sense in the world that we were unaware of.
Is it right for me to teach Ceres, who lives in a world I don't even know?
Ceres suddenly reached out his hand to Diarin, who was feeling remorseful.
"Money."
"...No..."
Diarin pushed Ceres' hand away.
How do you get this?
But Ceres did not understand Diarin's rejection.
“I’ve got the money. Can you quit being a priest?”
“No, I can’t. I still can’t.”
Ceres stared blankly at the money that Diarin refused to accept and asked.
It's money, so why not?
Money is a substance for exchange.
The other party was satisfied and exchanged money.
He thought that would be okay, but Diarin was very upset.
“Getting paid for something like that... is like Mr. Ceres risking his life for a single meal on the battlefield.”
“?”
The current situation is a mutually agreed-upon deal that satisfies both parties.
She could have just passed it off as a small, cute incident that could happen when you get caught up in the festive atmosphere.
At first, she was just surprised when she saw Ceres dancing with another woman and said, 'Eww!'
Even when he was dancing with a man, she was in a daze and thought, 'What am I looking at?'
But the more she thought about it, the colder her mind became.
What if Ceres, who is naive to the ways of the world, enters the social world like this?
Would the nobles, knowing that he was a member of the 8th division without any support, just sit back and do nothing?
They could have played with Ceres, who was handsome, fit, and even clumsy, like a toy.
"It was just a dance now. But there might be people who would offer more money and ask Ceres to do more things."
“I can do it.”
“You can’t do it!”
In the end, Diarin ended up screaming.
What should we do with this cute puppy who doesn't know the ways of this world?
If someone offered him food, he would follow them and give them his body, mind, bones, and flesh, so she's so anxious she could die.
"Mr. Ceres, even if someone offers you candy, you must never follow them. Do you understand?"
"I get it."
Even though she heard the definitive answer, Diarin's anxiety still did not go away.
“...Meat is not allowed.”
"Yes."
And after thinking about it a little more.
“...Money, ...You think about it a lot and consider the conditions.”
"Yes."
“No, no. Don’t follow them, no matter how much they pay you.”
Diarin was swayed by the promotion and bonus, but Ceres shouldn't live like that.
As befitting a noble gentleman, so proudly!
Money can't sway me, I scoff!
“I don’t sell it.”
“...If you receive money, anything you do is selling.”
Ceres, who would have just accepted it as usual, made a complicated expression.
“Then how do you get the money?”
"So, money isn't about the 'body itself,' but about selling things like the 'skills,' 'knowledge,' and 'abilities' that Ceres possesses."
Dancing may be a skill in some ways, but what people enjoyed was Ceres's appearance.
So it wasn't much different from selling Ceres himself.
It was a subtle part that even Diarin herself had difficulty explaining.
Still, Ceres wandered around with a puzzled expression.
Economic education is also necessary...
Although Ceres would never make money with his body again, he still needed to understand the basic concepts of how the world's economic structure worked and what could and could not be sold.
Otherwise, he could have thrown out a bloody sentence like, "How much would it cost to kill you?" at a high-society party.
“So, this money was originally not supposed to be received?”
“...That’s right. If someone else had made that suggestion first, I would have been angry.”
This time, Ceres spoke first, so it could have ended as a laughing matter.
If the situation were the opposite, things would be different.
Let's say someone came up to Ceres and said, 'How much will it cost you to kiss me?'
At that time, Diarin would have been the first to come forward and fight.
"I get it."
Ceres nodded thoughtfully.
Diarin's voice was that serious.
“Then should I throw this money away?”
It's money that came into his hands in a bad situation, which even Diarin had to seriously teach him.
So it seemed right to just throw it away.
“...No, wait.”
Diarin grabbed Ceres' arm as he was about to spill the money on the floor.
“Money is money.”
Even if the circumstances are unpleasant, the value of money does not disappear.
Money is not something you throw away.
We should definitely use it!
"...? I get it."
Ceres, who had been nagging Diarin about the process of earning money, ultimately did not understand the process of cherishing that money.
But if Diarin says to use it, then we should use it.
“Now that we have some real money, let’s buy whatever Ceres wants.”
There were still many stores to visit.
If you look around more, you'll probably find something that Ceres likes.
"This."
“...Are you serious?”
But what Ceres chose was undoubtedly Diarin's item.
This time it was a hairpin.
"Welcome! You have good taste. Are you going to give this to the person next to you?"
“I’m going to do it to Diarin’s head.”
“Your hair is beautiful, and it matches your hair color perfectly. I think it would look really pretty if you did it! You should give it a try.”
“Oh, no, wait a minute...”
Diarin turned around, dragging Ceres with her.
"Mr. Ceres, don't keep choosing only mine. Choose your own. What you want."
“I want that.”
“You’re going to give it to me, right?”
Ceres hesitated.
“I won’t give it to you.”
“...Huh? You’re not going to give it to me? ...No, wait. You can’t even lend it to me.”
“I’m not lending it to you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m putting mine on Diarin’s head.”
“...That’s what they mean by lending it.”
No matter how she tried to change the subject, the meaning was the same in the end.
Where a newborn baby who has barely learned to talk is making a pun to a grown adult.
Diarin cut off Ceres's joke with a laugh.
But Diarin overlooked it.
Ceres wasn't just playing with words; he had a bigger meaning in mind.
"I wish for Diarin to be adorned with my things on her head."
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