54. Originally crazy
Diarin quickly found and picked up the part that Ceres had missed.
"Just because I'm a priest doesn't mean you can stay with me forever. Priests have their own jobs to do. They're so busy that we might never see each other again in our lifetimes."
“...”
You didn't think of that, did you?
Ceres's eyes became fierce as if he were angry.
Right now, yes, yes, she can comfort him, but it's better to feel a little embarrassed now for later.
The longer you prepare for a breakup, the easier it is to break up.
“Then don’t be a priest, Diarin.”
“...I knew you’d say that.”
“Wouldn’t that be okay?”
Ahe can cut down on her sleep because her puppy whines and whines, but she can't skip work.
The same was true of the flock Ceres used.
It's cute, but Diarin quitting her priesthood and staying by Ceres' side for the rest of her life? That didn't make sense.
“How can I make a living if I don’t become a priest?”
The issue of making a living was important.
Ceres also became serious about that problem.
He also learned something about money today.
Ceres had never worried about what to eat, wear, or sleep.
Every moment was a life-or-death struggle, and what he put in his mouth, what he wore, or where he slept didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was being alive.
But he found out through today's events.
Money is essential for living.
In places other than the front lines, you need money to survive.
And you have to have money to like Diarin.
The last part required Diarin's own consent, but Ceres was instinctively certain that she would not be able to deny it.
“I’ll try to get some money.”
“Hahaha. Yeah, I guess you can get it. But do you know how to get it?”
Diarin was getting angry for no reason.
How important is money in life?
Now, he doesn't know because he's living comfortably, eating food, and having a place to sleep.
Later on, there will be fierce negotiations with Robben over how much he will receive.
“If I get it, will you accept it?”
"Well, I'll think about it. I'll think about it once you get it."
Of course, it wouldn't work even if he got it, but she was curious about what Ceres would do.
“I'll find a way to save it.”
Diarin quickly found and picked up the part that Ceres had missed.
"Just because I'm a priest doesn't mean you can stay with me forever. Priests have their own jobs to do. They're so busy that we might never see each other again in our lifetimes."
“...”
You didn't think of that, did you?
Ceres's eyes became fierce as if he were angry.
Right now, yes, yes, she can comfort him, but it's better to feel a little embarrassed now for later.
The longer you prepare for a breakup, the easier it is to break up.
“Then don’t be a priest, Diarin.”
“...I knew you’d say that.”
“Wouldn’t that be okay?”
Ahe can cut down on her sleep because her puppy whines and whines, but she can't skip work.
The same was true of the flock Ceres used.
It's cute, but Diarin quitting her priesthood and staying by Ceres' side for the rest of her life? That didn't make sense.
“How can I make a living if I don’t become a priest?”
The issue of making a living was important.
Ceres also became serious about that problem.
He also learned something about money today.
Ceres had never worried about what to eat, wear, or sleep.
Every moment was a life-or-death struggle, and what he put in his mouth, what he wore, or where he slept didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was being alive.
But he found out through today's events.
Money is essential for living.
In places other than the front lines, you need money to survive.
And you have to have money to like Diarin.
The last part required Diarin's own consent, but Ceres was instinctively certain that she would not be able to deny it.
“I’ll try to get some money.”
“Hahaha. Yeah, I guess you can get it. But do you know how to get it?”
Diarin was getting angry for no reason.
How important is money in life?
Now, he doesn't know because he's living comfortably, eating food, and having a place to sleep.
Later on, there will be fierce negotiations with Robben over how much he will receive.
“If I get it, will you accept it?”
"Well, I'll think about it. I'll think about it once you get it."
Of course, it wouldn't work even if he got it, but she was curious about what Ceres would do.
“I'll find a way to save it.”
The mission fell into his hands.
Ceres' eyes shone sharply.
When he first got dropped into the 8th Division, he had no idea how to survive.
Survival wasn't easy.
Survival begins with enduring training.
The comrades who were dragged out during training were dead.
'Kill him.'
Or he would kill them directly with his own hands.
Eating, sleeping, everything was survival.
If you couldn't find food with your own hands and tell what was edible, you would die.
Countless people couldn't sleep due to tension and fell to their deaths.
Being able to sleep anywhere was also a result of training.
The battle that followed.
It was truly the border between life and death.
Ceres survived there, too.
Even in a place where ordinary people could never survive.
Although he only moved according to orders, he was aware that he had survived.
Therefore.
'I can save money too!'
If you want to save, you can save.
Until now, he just did it, and it worked out.
Ceres looked around the street with simple calculations.
'Where is the money?'
Money was everywhere.
In people's pockets, in their hands.
Ceres' eyes were fixed on the two women.
“Oh my, it’s really pretty. I made a good purchase!”
She was holding the money she had received as change from the merchant.
It's money.
Ceres went straight ahead without any hesitation.
“Where did I put my wallet?”
“Just carry it around. You’re going to use it anyway.”
“Is that so? Oh, over there... huh?”
The women who were walking along, chattering away, suddenly burst into laughter at the appearance of a huge man blocking their path.
“Hee hee hee! Who, who are you?”
No matter how many people there are, you can't help but be afraid when a huge man blocks your way.
Add to that the murderous aura that emanated from Ceres' entire body, and he looked like a grim reaper who had suddenly appeared in the middle of the festival street.
The Grim Reaper opened his mouth, emitting a black aura.
“That money.”
“Huh? Is this it?”
“How can I have it?”
“...?”
Give me the money, give me the money, no?
How can I have it?
The women looked at each other.
Are you stupid?
'Is this a new type of controversy?'
It was such an unexpected question.
The women looked closely at Ceres.
Then she noticed Diarin looking at them from afar.
She was on the verge of rolling her eyes before she could say she was looking.
It was already too late to stop, but she was curious about what to do. These were all mixed thoughts in her eyes.
'Ah?'
The women read the mood right away.
This is like...
'Are you the young master?'
The moment he appeared, she was frozen by his large size and cold expression, and couldn't see anything else.
But when she took it apart carefully, it was shiny from head to toe.
This was proof that he had received the best management that ordinary people would never even dream of.
Even clothes that looked plain were so delicate that, upon closer inspection, the threads of the fabric were invisible.
Not everyone can wear clothes like this.
Even if you have money, it's not something you can buy.
The only person who wore clothes made of fabrics that could only be obtained by having connections, but who deliberately chose to wear simple clothes so as not to show off his wealth, was a noble young man.
'So... are you making a sweet bet!'
A noble young man came out to see the festival with a simple woman.
Would you come out with any precious woman?
But judging by the woman's expression, which seemed to be going crazy, it was clear that the young master had acted rashly.
It's probably something like this.
‘If you want it, I’ll do anything for you! Come to me!’
‘Everything the young master possesses belongs to the family! Yet he himself hasn’t earned a single penny!’
Thus, it was a begging that wasn't begging.
...And so, the women wove an epic tale based solely on Ceres' face.
“I can’t just give it to you!”
“Hohoho!”
She couldn't miss out on such a wonderful opportunity.
The women's eyes sparkled.
“If you want this money, um... what should I do?”
“Hmmmm.”
In reality, it wasn't easy to try to get him to do something because he was a young master.
The money the woman was holding in her hand was not much.
But it was money that could be used to buy a small trinket or a few snacks.
Money is money, so you can't just give it away for free.
“Can you give me a kiss on the cheek?”
“Oh my, kid!”
The owner of the money suggested playfully.
The friend next to her pretended to stop her by hitting her arm, but she also laughed out loud.
On a street sparkling with festival spirit, receiving a kiss from such a handsome young master was a memory she would cherish for a long time.
"Kiss?"
Ceres tilted his head at the unfamiliar word.
“...Are you having trouble?”
The woman glanced at Diarin behind him and asked.
If he's dating someone, is this still too much to ask?
It was absolutely not an impolite or unreasonable order.
“What is a kiss?”
“Oh my! Wow, you’re going to pass like this.”
“...”
"Oh, really, what should I do! It's better to do that in front of your lover. Um, of course."
The women completely misunderstood.
But Ceres didn't even know it was a misunderstanding.
Diarin, who was listening from afar, just wanted to disappear from this place.
What difference would it make if she cleared up a misunderstanding that wasn't even true?
It's better to endure it than to get serious and create a strange atmosphere that will ruin other people's feelings.
“Oh, then...”
Just then, a street musician started to dance.
People cheered and joined hands.
Isn't dancing part of the daily lives of the nobles?
Whether married or in a relationship, everyone dances with each other.
“Can you please dance just one song?”
"Possible."
That wasn't a difficult request.
Ceres took the woman's hand and began to walk, just as he had done with Diarin.
“Mom! Whoa!”
The woman's eyes sparkled with excitement.
After dancing once, his feet got used to it and moved as lightly and nimbly as anyone else.
The woman danced along, swept away by the graceful movements.
"Money."
After a short dance, Ceres was quick to let go and demand payment.
It was a firm attitude that left no room for hesitation.
The woman saw his gaze focused solely on Diarin while he was dancing.
It was a really cute obsession.
“Oh, yes. Here you are. You danced so well, I’ll give you more.”
Hwr heart has broadened after seeing such a cute sight.
The woman took out more money from her wallet and added it to his hand.
Ceres stared blankly at the money in his hand, then turned to Diarin.
And Diarin... was so pale that she couldn’t even think.
'I... I... I... taught the young master how to rip off...'
It was not clear whether he had been ripped off or begged.
The problem was that there was no distinction.
The young master was someone who could not be ripped off or begged.
“I, I, I, crazy.... Ah, it was originally crazy.”
“It’s money.”
Ceres proudly handed the money he was holding in his hand to Diarin.
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