51. Relationships that must be let go first
Money is essential to maintaining the authority and dignity of the nobility.
Without money, there is no authority.
So, didn't she use the money she earned to save her brother's pride?
Thanks to him, she learned about the 'essential' curriculum that she had been overlooking.
“This is money.”
Diarin placed the remaining money in Ceres' hand.
The money that had flowed out of her pockets piled up in Ceres's palm.
Gold, silver, copper.
Each of them was a shining piece of money.
Ceres looked at the money as if possessed.
“This is... money...”
“Hey, you can buy anything with this.”
Diarin felt proud that Ceres was possessed by the money she had given him, but at the same time, she felt a little strange.
If you're someone who just likes money, you'll probably just smile when you see money.
But Ceres' eyes were obsessed with money.
A look that seems like anything can be done with money.
“Anything...?”
“Uh... not all of them, but most of them...?”
In order to teach Ceres, who had no sense of economics, she had to be careful with every word she said.
Diarin belatedly tried to pick up the words she had accidentally let slip.
“Then Diarin too...?”
...It seems already too late.
Ceres' eyes were turned.
Diarin witnessed the attachment a newly weaned puppy showed to its mother.
“No, I'm not even your mother...”
Money is essential to maintaining the authority and dignity of the nobility.
Without money, there is no authority.
So, didn't she use the money she earned to save her brother's pride?
Thanks to him, she learned about the 'essential' curriculum that she had been overlooking.
“This is money.”
Diarin placed the remaining money in Ceres' hand.
The money that had flowed out of her pockets piled up in Ceres's palm.
Gold, silver, copper.
Each of them was a shining piece of money.
Ceres looked at the money as if possessed.
“This is... money...”
“Hey, you can buy anything with this.”
Diarin felt proud that Ceres was possessed by the money she had given him, but at the same time, she felt a little strange.
If you're someone who just likes money, you'll probably just smile when you see money.
But Ceres' eyes were obsessed with money.
A look that seems like anything can be done with money.
“Anything...?”
“Uh... not all of them, but most of them...?”
In order to teach Ceres, who had no sense of economics, she had to be careful with every word she said.
Diarin belatedly tried to pick up the words she had accidentally let slip.
“Then Diarin too...?”
...It seems already too late.
Ceres' eyes were turned.
Diarin witnessed the attachment a newly weaned puppy showed to its mother.
“No, I'm not even your mother...”
“Do most of them include Diarin?”
“No, people aren’t allowed in.”
"Why?"
To explain why it didn't go in, the world was full of slave traders.
It was a big mistake to miss the moment to answer.
“Can’t I buy Diarin?”
“...No. I won’t sell it. You can’t buy it.”
Diarin drew the line firmly.
Don't talk nonsense about buying and selling people!
I don't even know where it was sold.
...But why, when I hear that kind of story, do the corners of my mouth dance?
“Then wouldn't more money than this work?”
“No. Money can't buy it.”
“Then what can buy it?”
“...Yes?”
Diarin answered a question she had never thought about in her life with a question.
Really?
She never even considered selling herself.
If she were to be exact, she was a body sold to the temple for a cause.
Let's reduce the number of mouths and the amount of money spent on raising a girl.
It would be nice to have a priest for the family.
Although money did not come and go, there was some financial gain coming from unseen places.
Then isn't it the same as being sold?
“What else can you buy besides money?”
Diarin was speechless at Ceres' innocent question.
It was even more difficult to answer because it was a serious question from someone who had poured his life into the 8th Division and was, in a way, a person who had been scammed.
There are things in this world that money can't buy, but if you think about it, they are actually sold... Buying something requires going through various processes.
'How do you explain this?'
Money can buy most things, but there are some things you absolutely can't buy.
Every time she had to explain an invisible phenomenon, she felt the lack of her own language skills, and now it's come again.
“People... well... you can buy people who do work for you with money, right? Of course, only if they’re willing to sell it. The people working at the mansion are also doing it for money.”
"Yes."
“But you can’t buy that person yourself.”
Ceres frowned, his mind seemingly in turmoil.
“What if I ask you to keep working?”
“You can ask for a favor, but that depends on the person asking, right?”
“Won’t you listen, Diarin?”
"...Uh..."
Diarin already knows that Ceres is obsessed with her, and it is wearing her out.
But this is the first time he asked her to sign a contract in such a serious way.
“Well... I am a bit of an exception, my life is dedicated to God, so the will of the temple is more important than my own...”
Even as she spoke, Diarin felt something strange.
It's her life, so is it true that s hecan't do anything about it of her own will?
But everyone lived like that.
So she didn't even have time to feel anything strange.
“Then should I ask God?”
"...uh...?"
But Ceres' question just now was incredibly strange.
Diarin looked back at Ceres blankly.
He was infinitely serious.
“Can I ask God for Diarin?”
“...Probably...Ah, it won’t work?”
...Maybe.
...No!
The conversation was so unreasonable that even Diarin's common sense almost fell away.
It was almost like a story about a child trying to conquer the world.
The more seriously you treat it, the more entangled and complicated it becomes.
“But Mr. Ceres, do you have that much money?”
“...Ah. No money.”
Ceres confessed honestly.
It was just the first time he had seen something called money.
“...Huh? But you don’t have money? ...Wait a minute.”
Is it true that he spent his entire life on the battlefield and never earned a single penny?
Even Diarin, who dedicated her life to God, personally received a small allowance.
“Let’s ask Robben about this later.”
It's only natural that they didn't give him a single penny, since they kidnapped this child, erased his memories, and turned him into a mad dog.
But after that, they're going to make him a master and even help him debut in high society, but they're not going to give him money?
That didn't make sense.
It was also strange that the young master had no money to spend.
“Use this for now.”
Diarin handed the purse to Ceres.
He also has to learn how to spend money.
If he doesn't know how to use the money even if he receives it later, it won't be of much use.
Or he could just waste it on the wrong place and ruin it right away.
“Even if you can’t buy people, you can buy everything sold on this street.”
Diarin pointed to the gradually increasing number of stalls.
In addition to food, various merchants began to settle in.
"Welcome!"
Ceres carefully examined each item.
As with food, most of the items were things Ceres had never seen before.
“What is this?”
“This is a scarf that you wrap around your neck.”
Ceres didn't understand even when Diarin explained it to him in words.
What must he have seen and lived to understand, even if she speaks roughly?
Today's outing was really important.
What Ceres absolutely needed was experience.
Diarin showed off the scarf tied around her neck.
“Yes, like this.”
Ceres nodded only after seeing Diarin's appearance.
“It’s like a petal landing on a flower bud.”
“...”
The voice was indifferent, but the content of the words was not indifferent.
Did the latch his ate earlier melt in his mouth?
Ceres's words, which sometimes seemed indifferent but showed incredible expressiveness, left Diarin speechless as if she had just taken a bite of honey.
“Oh my goodness. How could you say something like that!”
Instead of the speechless Diarin, the merchant responded.
“No, wait a minute.”
The deal was done without even a moment for Diarin to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, Ceres' first purchase was complete.
“...No, what if you buy mine?”
Diarin was at a loss as to what to do with the scarf that had accidentally fallen into her hands.
“Spend money.”
"It's not like you have unlimited money! You should have just chosen what you wanted most within the money you had and bought it!"
He still has some money left, but if he keeps going like this, he'll run out in no time.
This guy, this guy. He was going to be in big trouble.
Social etiquette is important, but economic education comes first. Diarin changed the order.
But even with Diarin's sanctification, Ceres remained steadfast.
“I wanted to buy it.”
“It’s mine.”
“I like watching what Diarin is doing.”
"...Uh?"
"...Uh..."
Today, she's speechless several times.
Ceres stared at Diarin and asked innocently.
“Is that not possible?”
“It’s not that it’s impossible, but...”
Darin was deeply troubled by the fact that Ceres had not spent money on herself.
And it was hard to just ignore the fact that the person he wanted to see was her.
This is a relationship where they have to separate someday and live their own lives, but if they give too much initial affection, it will be difficult for Ceres.
It was clear to Diarin herself that the latter would be more difficult as she received the affection.
Has anyone ever been as self-obsessed as Ceres?
'There wasn't any.'
A being that exists anywhere, but is also absent.
No one had ever shown such a strong obsession with Diarin.
How could that not be sweet?
It was an interest and obsession that she couldn't help but instinctively take on.
'I have to let go first.'
Ceres was like a child.
As he meets and experiences more people in the future, he will forget about people like Diarin and think, 'Oh, there was someone like that.'
At that time, rather than getting hurt and in pain, the way to protect yourself was to not give your heart at all.
“Yes, this time let’s look for Ceres’s too.”
Diarin turned towards the other stall.
Ceres followed along obediently, but didn't show the same enthusiasm as when he chose Diarin's.
“Oh, hurry up.”
Diarin hurried Ceres's hesitant steps and pulled him closer.
She's never seen Ceres move so heavily.
This fucking puppy.
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It was even more difficult to answer because it was a serious question from someone who had poured his life into the 8th Division and was, in a way, a person who had been scammed.
There are things in this world that money can't buy, but if you think about it, they are actually sold... Buying something requires going through various processes.
'How do you explain this?'
Money can buy most things, but there are some things you absolutely can't buy.
Every time she had to explain an invisible phenomenon, she felt the lack of her own language skills, and now it's come again.
“People... well... you can buy people who do work for you with money, right? Of course, only if they’re willing to sell it. The people working at the mansion are also doing it for money.”
"Yes."
“But you can’t buy that person yourself.”
Ceres frowned, his mind seemingly in turmoil.
“What if I ask you to keep working?”
“You can ask for a favor, but that depends on the person asking, right?”
“Won’t you listen, Diarin?”
"...Uh..."
Diarin already knows that Ceres is obsessed with her, and it is wearing her out.
But this is the first time he asked her to sign a contract in such a serious way.
“Well... I am a bit of an exception, my life is dedicated to God, so the will of the temple is more important than my own...”
Even as she spoke, Diarin felt something strange.
It's her life, so is it true that s hecan't do anything about it of her own will?
But everyone lived like that.
So she didn't even have time to feel anything strange.
“Then should I ask God?”
"...uh...?"
But Ceres' question just now was incredibly strange.
Diarin looked back at Ceres blankly.
He was infinitely serious.
“Can I ask God for Diarin?”
“...Probably...Ah, it won’t work?”
...Maybe.
...No!
The conversation was so unreasonable that even Diarin's common sense almost fell away.
It was almost like a story about a child trying to conquer the world.
The more seriously you treat it, the more entangled and complicated it becomes.
“But Mr. Ceres, do you have that much money?”
“...Ah. No money.”
Ceres confessed honestly.
It was just the first time he had seen something called money.
Of course, there was no way he had any money on him.
Is it true that he spent his entire life on the battlefield and never earned a single penny?
Even Diarin, who dedicated her life to God, personally received a small allowance.
“Let’s ask Robben about this later.”
It's only natural that they didn't give him a single penny, since they kidnapped this child, erased his memories, and turned him into a mad dog.
But after that, they're going to make him a master and even help him debut in high society, but they're not going to give him money?
That didn't make sense.
It was also strange that the young master had no money to spend.
“Use this for now.”
Diarin handed the purse to Ceres.
He also has to learn how to spend money.
If he doesn't know how to use the money even if he receives it later, it won't be of much use.
Or he could just waste it on the wrong place and ruin it right away.
“Even if you can’t buy people, you can buy everything sold on this street.”
Diarin pointed to the gradually increasing number of stalls.
In addition to food, various merchants began to settle in.
"Welcome!"
Ceres carefully examined each item.
As with food, most of the items were things Ceres had never seen before.
“What is this?”
“This is a scarf that you wrap around your neck.”
Ceres didn't understand even when Diarin explained it to him in words.
What must he have seen and lived to understand, even if she speaks roughly?
Today's outing was really important.
What Ceres absolutely needed was experience.
Diarin showed off the scarf tied around her neck.
“Yes, like this.”
Ceres nodded only after seeing Diarin's appearance.
“It’s like a petal landing on a flower bud.”
“...”
The voice was indifferent, but the content of the words was not indifferent.
Did the latch his ate earlier melt in his mouth?
Ceres's words, which sometimes seemed indifferent but showed incredible expressiveness, left Diarin speechless as if she had just taken a bite of honey.
“Oh my goodness. How could you say something like that!”
Instead of the speechless Diarin, the merchant responded.
"If it's that pretty, you really should buy one!"
“Don't buy it.”
The deal was done without even a moment for Diarin to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, Ceres' first purchase was complete.
“...No, what if you buy mine?”
Diarin was at a loss as to what to do with the scarf that had accidentally fallen into her hands.
“Spend money.”
"It's not like you have unlimited money! You should have just chosen what you wanted most within the money you had and bought it!"
He still has some money left, but if he keeps going like this, he'll run out in no time.
This guy, this guy. He was going to be in big trouble.
Social etiquette is important, but economic education comes first. Diarin changed the order.
But even with Diarin's sanctification, Ceres remained steadfast.
“I wanted to buy it.”
“It’s mine.”
“I like watching what Diarin is doing.”
"...Uh?"
“I bought it because I wanted to keep watching it.”
Today, she's speechless several times.
Ceres stared at Diarin and asked innocently.
“Is that not possible?”
“It’s not that it’s impossible, but...”
Darin was deeply troubled by the fact that Ceres had not spent money on herself.
And it was hard to just ignore the fact that the person he wanted to see was her.
This is a relationship where they have to separate someday and live their own lives, but if they give too much initial affection, it will be difficult for Ceres.
It was clear to Diarin herself that the latter would be more difficult as she received the affection.
Has anyone ever been as self-obsessed as Ceres?
'There wasn't any.'
A being that exists anywhere, but is also absent.
No one had ever shown such a strong obsession with Diarin.
How could that not be sweet?
It was an interest and obsession that she couldn't help but instinctively take on.
'I have to let go first.'
Ceres was like a child.
As he meets and experiences more people in the future, he will forget about people like Diarin and think, 'Oh, there was someone like that.'
At that time, rather than getting hurt and in pain, the way to protect yourself was to not give your heart at all.
“Yes, this time let’s look for Ceres’s too.”
Diarin turned towards the other stall.
Ceres followed along obediently, but didn't show the same enthusiasm as when he chose Diarin's.
“Oh, hurry up.”
Diarin hurried Ceres's hesitant steps and pulled him closer.
She's never seen Ceres move so heavily.
This fucking puppy.
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