50. You don't know about money?
"...Uh?"
The stall owner greeted the customers with a bright smile.
This is clearly someone he's seeing for the first time.
There were no stalls on the battlefield either. It must have been unfamiliar.
But Ceres approached and stood in front of them, carrying Diarin on his back as if nothing had happened.
He didn't respond to the stall owner's greeting, but he didn't growl either.
'Huh? You're doing great, my puppy!'
Diarin was amazed at Ceres' calm demeanor and kept looking at his profile while carrying her.
Ceres felt the gaze and turned around.
“!”
Their breaths touched each other.
It was too close.
Ceres's arm, which was supporting Diarin's leg, twitched in surprise.
Of course, Diarin was also very surprised.
“Oh my, oh my. Are you on a festival date?”
"No!"
Diarin desperately denied the stall owner's fuss.
But the stall owner didn't listen at all.
“Oh my, how did such handsome and pretty people meet? You look so sweet together, it’s so nice to see you.”
“Oh, no...”
"You're shy! Oh, you're not dating yet, but you're planning on starting today, right? Don't be so quick to judge things like that. Life is short, and wasting it on things like that will only shorten the good times!"
The stall owner was awesome.
They didn't even answer properly, but he poured out a lot of words in a short time.
“...Please give it to me quickly.”
Diarin gave up on making excuses and chose to leave quickly.
Ceres also seemed to agree with Diarin's thoughts, as he quickly walked away as soon as Diarin received the food.
“...Is he the most talkative and fastest person you’ve ever met?”
“...That’s right.”
"...So do I."
It was a mind-blowing experience.
If that's the case for Diarin, what about Ceres?
Fortunately, even though he looked like he was going to lose his soul, he didn't look like he was going to go crazy.
“Come down for a moment. Let’s eat and go.”
Diarin got down from Ceres's back.
"Here."
Diarin handed one to Ceres.
Ceres accepted it without thinking, as it was offered by Diarin.
What they were selling at the stall was a mixture of fruit, chocolate, and bread, topped with syrup.
"This is called a latshu, and it's completely different from the food you'd eat at the mansion. It's incredibly sweet. I don't usually eat it, but on special occasions like this, when the stall is open, I eat it once in a while. ...Ordinary people do."
When she was young, whenever she saw a stall set up, she really wanted to eat it.
Now, she can buy as much as she wants with her own money without anyone buying it for her.
And she wanted to try feeding it to Ceres.
It's not expensive or luxurious, but it's the 'specialness' that Diarin knows.
“It’s not a world you necessarily need to know about, but wouldn’t it be better to have at least one more experience?”
The world Ceres had experienced so far was too limited.
All his memories of life were battlefields.
Although he was experiencing various things at the mansion, it was obviously not enough.
“I admit it. Experience is important in combat, too.”
...Look at this.
A young master should have a flower garden in his head; what good is a battlefield?
As an 8th Division soldier, this is probably the kind of conversation people expect from him, but this is no different than going from a mad dog on the battlefield to a circus dog.
Ceres planned to leave her in the alley and quickly run out to buy it.
But instead, he strode purposefully toward the stall, carrying Diarin on his back.
“Welcome! Would you like a latche?”
The stall owner greeted the customers with a bright smile.
This is clearly someone he's seeing for the first time.
There were no stalls on the battlefield either. It must have been unfamiliar.
But Ceres approached and stood in front of them, carrying Diarin on his back as if nothing had happened.
He didn't respond to the stall owner's greeting, but he didn't growl either.
'Huh? You're doing great, my puppy!'
Diarin was amazed at Ceres' calm demeanor and kept looking at his profile while carrying her.
Ceres felt the gaze and turned around.
“!”
Whoosh.
It was too close.
Ceres's arm, which was supporting Diarin's leg, twitched in surprise.
Of course, Diarin was also very surprised.
“Oh my, oh my. Are you on a festival date?”
"No!"
Diarin desperately denied the stall owner's fuss.
But the stall owner didn't listen at all.
“Oh my, how did such handsome and pretty people meet? You look so sweet together, it’s so nice to see you.”
“Oh, no...”
"You're shy! Oh, you're not dating yet, but you're planning on starting today, right? Don't be so quick to judge things like that. Life is short, and wasting it on things like that will only shorten the good times!"
The stall owner was awesome.
They didn't even answer properly, but he poured out a lot of words in a short time.
“...Please give it to me quickly.”
Diarin gave up on making excuses and chose to leave quickly.
Ceres also seemed to agree with Diarin's thoughts, as he quickly walked away as soon as Diarin received the food.
“...Is he the most talkative and fastest person you’ve ever met?”
“...That’s right.”
"...So do I."
It was a mind-blowing experience.
If that's the case for Diarin, what about Ceres?
Fortunately, even though he looked like he was going to lose his soul, he didn't look like he was going to go crazy.
“Come down for a moment. Let’s eat and go.”
Diarin got down from Ceres's back.
Both hands were full of food, so he had to lower her carefully.
Diarin handed one to Ceres.
Ceres accepted it without thinking, as it was offered by Diarin.
What they were selling at the stall was a mixture of fruit, chocolate, and bread, topped with syrup.
"This is called a latshu, and it's completely different from the food you'd eat at the mansion. It's incredibly sweet. I don't usually eat it, but on special occasions like this, when the stall is open, I eat it once in a while. ...Ordinary people do."
When she was young, whenever she saw a stall set up, she really wanted to eat it.
Now, she can buy as much as she wants with her own money without anyone buying it for her.
And she wanted to try feeding it to Ceres.
It's not expensive or luxurious, but it's the 'specialness' that Diarin knows.
“It’s not a world you necessarily need to know about, but wouldn’t it be better to have at least one more experience?”
The world Ceres had experienced so far was too limited.
All his memories of life were battlefields.
Although he was experiencing various things at the mansion, it was obviously not enough.
“I admit it. Experience is important in combat, too.”
...Look at this.
A young master should have a flower garden in his head; what good is a battlefield?
As an 8th Division soldier, this is probably the kind of conversation people expect from him, but this is no different than going from a mad dog on the battlefield to a circus dog.
'You shouldn't end up like that!'
Diarin can't stand seeing someone she worked so hard to create be treated like a dog by other people.
“Here, try it.”
"Yes."
Since it's street food, there's no way it would contain poison aimed at both of them.
Rather, they can eat it with more confidence than the food inside the mansion.
Ceres took a big bite, and then his expression became complicated.
It was too damn sweet to be described as just sweet.
“Is it sweet?”
"...Yes."
“It’s not like it’s super delicious or anything, is it?”
“?”
Ceres tilted his head at the question.
It was bitterly sweet, but the sweetness was good for him.
The only sweetness he ever tasted was the juice from tree roots or the honey he felt when he ate flowers.
Sweet is good, concentrated sweetness is better.
“That’s the way it’s supposed to taste. But it smells so sweet and delicious that it’s hard to pass up just looking at it.”
“?”
Ceres swallowed the rest of what he had, not understanding what Diarin was saying.
Diarin was sick of that sight.
It was a point where he was starting to pass on his own things as well.
“You can stop eating.”
“I can eat it.”
“Once you take a bite, you’ve eaten it all.”
"Why?"
“...Why...”
She just said that because everyone else does it, but it's hard to find a reason for it.
“Originally, the kids would nag and buy this because of the smell, but the mothers wouldn’t buy it for them because they would throw it away after one bite...”
So she just tried to indulge herself in some adult luxuries...
“Mom, buy me that!”
“Are you going to take another bite and throw it away? It’s just too sweet.”
"Oh, Mother. That's what makes a festival so special. Even the leftovers are memories. And wouldn't it be nice to have sweet memories?"
She heard the voices of people passing by.
Eventually, the child ended up with a ratchet in his hand.
Diarin looked at the sight with a smile.
“Do you like it that much?”
"Yes!"
The child will definitely leave behind something.
Even though she had spent all her money on a show, the mother smiled and walked while holding her child's hand.
The child's face was filled with a happiness that was beyond anything one could feel from sweetness.
“If you’re done eating, then go...”
As soon as she put in the sweet, her body, which had been weakened by divine power, came to its senses to some extent.
Diarin opened her mouth to say she was about to return to the mansion, but froze when she saw Ceres' empty hand.
“...? Where did it go?”
"Stomach."
“...Whose stomach?”
“My stomach.”
Ceres looked at Diarin as if asking something strange.
As if to prove his point, there were sugar crumbs stuck to the corner of Ceres' mouth.
“Did you eat all of that? All of that?”
"Yes."
Oh my goodness, some people eat all the latkes on the spot.
What's more, Ceres was even looking at what Diarin was holding in her hand.
“...Want to eat?”
"Yes."
“Yeah, if it tastes good, you should eat it... No, over there.”
Instead of accepting what Diarin offered, Ceres took her hand and brought it to his mouth.
It's not that she never fed anyone before, but this is a street where people come and go.
Diarin looked around in confusion.
But people didn't pay much attention to the men and women who fed them on the street.
Meanwhile, Ceres ate all the rats that Diarin had left behind.
“...You eat well.”
...Haha.
Well, didn't you eat the poisonous substances disguised as food you made yourself?
Since Ceres was eating well, Diarin's motivation rose for no reason.
The reason she decided to go out today was to give Ceres a variety of experiences in the world.
His own greed was just a side effect. A side effect...
“Mr. Ceres, would you like to try that too?”
"Yes."
Diarin also learned that the carriage was the problem, but unfamiliar places and people were okay.
Ceres also took everything that Diarin recommended.
“Please give me three.”
“Yes, thank you!”
This time, she accepted the meat skewers.
One from her own mouth, two from Ceres' mouth.
Ceres still ate well.
That much money was spent.
But she didn't feel any regret about the weight of the empty purse.
'I felt so bad when I gave it to my mom.'
There was also money that was worth spending.
The money she been wasting on herself felt worthless when she thought it was going into Ceres's mouth. She found herself wanting to spend more.
“Five more!”
Diarin chose the path of extravagance.
There's no way the priest will starve to death anyway.
If you want to live in luxury out of selfish desires, you don't have to worry about starving to death.
“Mr. Ceres, is there anything else you want to eat?”
“What is this?”
However, Ceres was more curious about what Diarin offered than what she ate.
“This? Money?”
Diarin showed off the money that had disappeared from her pocket.
Because today is the day I decided to squander it!
It didn't matter if her pockets were completely empty.
But Ceres was curious about money.
"...Yes?"
Suddenly, a question mark appeared in Diarin's head.
You don't know money?
...Uhh?
...You might not have known.
Of course, money circulates on the front lines as well.
Even in a war zone, merchants flock there.
No, actually, because it's a precarious place where life and death are at stake, money is spent more easily. (Diarin also bought a comb on a day when she was out of her mind after seeing a lot of blood.)
The 8th Unit was a special force.
That is, it meant that everything they eat, sleep, and wear was controlled centrally.
Moreover, the members of the 8th unit are beings created through special training.
Moreover, if he had gone through a procedure to erase his memories, he might have lived without even knowing what money was.
But if you are a 'young master', you can't part with money.
Diarin clenched her fists as she thought of the bastard she didn't even want to call her brother.
That punk also lives a life of luxury, calling himself a nobleman.
What could our dog possibly be worse than that guy?
He's a kid who doesn't know much about the ways of the world, has a limited vocabulary, is oblivious, runs wild, and could kill someone if he gets in the way, and has a high level of anxiety, so he can't live without a priest!
Money can be taught.
Teaching about money is the easiest thing in the world.
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Well, didn't you eat the poisonous substances disguised as food you made yourself?
Since Ceres was eating well, Diarin's motivation rose for no reason.
The reason she decided to go out today was to give Ceres a variety of experiences in the world.
His own greed was just a side effect. A side effect...
“Mr. Ceres, would you like to try that too?”
"Yes."
Diarin also learned that the carriage was the problem, but unfamiliar places and people were okay.
Ceres also took everything that Diarin recommended.
“Please give me three.”
“Yes, thank you!”
This time, she accepted the meat skewers.
One from her own mouth, two from Ceres' mouth.
Ceres still ate well.
That much money was spent.
But she didn't feel any regret about the weight of the empty purse.
'I felt so bad when I gave it to my mom.'
There was also money that was worth spending.
Diarin learned about it for the first time.
“Five more!”
Diarin chose the path of extravagance.
There's no way the priest will starve to death anyway.
If you want to live in luxury out of selfish desires, you don't have to worry about starving to death.
“Mr. Ceres, is there anything else you want to eat?”
“What is this?”
However, Ceres was more curious about what Diarin offered than what she ate.
“This? Money?”
Diarin showed off the money that had disappeared from her pocket.
Because today is the day I decided to squander it!
It didn't matter if her pockets were completely empty.
But Ceres was curious about money.
"...Yes?"
Suddenly, a question mark appeared in Diarin's head.
You don't know money?
...Uhh?
...You might not have known.
Of course, money circulates on the front lines as well.
Even in a war zone, merchants flock there.
No, actually, because it's a precarious place where life and death are at stake, money is spent more easily. (Diarin also bought a comb on a day when she was out of her mind after seeing a lot of blood.)
The 8th Unit was a special force.
That is, it meant that everything they eat, sleep, and wear was controlled centrally.
Moreover, the members of the 8th unit are beings created through special training.
Moreover, if he had gone through a procedure to erase his memories, he might have lived without even knowing what money was.
But if you are a 'young master', you can't part with money.
‘Just seeing you makes me feel like this!’
That punk also lives a life of luxury, calling himself a nobleman.
What could our dog possibly be worse than that guy?
He's a kid who doesn't know much about the ways of the world, has a limited vocabulary, is oblivious, runs wild, and could kill someone if he gets in the way, and has a high level of anxiety, so he can't live without a priest!
Money can be taught.
Teaching about money is the easiest thing in the world.
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