49. Don't pick up anyone
“Mr. Ceres, Mr. Ceres...”
At one point, Ceres found himself kneeling on the floor, hugging Diarin's waist.
Diarin hugged Ceres's head and comforted him.
Ceres focused on Diarin's hand running through his hair.
At some point, the noise that had been ringing in his ears began to subside.
The breath that had been getting heavier gradually subsided.
"Oh my..."
“Shhh... It’s okay, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of. This isn’t a battlefield.”
Diarin's voice was heard clearly.
Only then did Ceres blink and focus.
His breathing gradually subsided.
It was no longer inside the carriage.
The fragments of memories that had been ringing in his head crumbled.
Ceres soon forgot what he had been thinking about.
All that was visible was Diarin.
"...Ah..."
“...Are you awake?”
Diarin looked at Ceres with a smile.
At that wind, the tears that had been gathering in Darin's eyes rolled down.
The eyes reflecting the street lights looked like stars.
Ceres' eyes were taken away.
Diarin looked into Ceres' eyes.
The wind blew and blew Diarin's hair.
The feel of hair brushing his cheek pulled Ceres back to reality.
“...”
Diarin shut her mouth and met Ceres' gaze, which was staring at her intently.
The tears that had been forming rolled down, but the glistening eyes did not easily disappear.
“Are you feeling better now?”
Diarin let go of Ceres's cheek that she was holding.
A wind blew where Diarin's hand had fallen.
Ceres furrowed his brows, not liking the cool night breeze.
“No? You still don’t like it?”
Diarin reacted sensitively to Ceres's change of expression.
The hand stroking his head and the divine power were reinvigorated.
Ceres closed his eyes and leaned back against the warm air that enveloped him.
“...Diarin.”
“Hey, I’m here.”
If he calls, she will answer.
The corners of Ceres' mouth slackened.
It was cozy.
Ceres, who couldn't even stand the softness of the bed against his back, was now wandering in search of warmth.
Ceres, who had regained complete stability, raised his body from where he had collapsed on the floor.
“Are you okay now?”
"Yes."
“Oh, thank goodness...”
Diarin tried to take her hands off Ceres' body.
But before that, Ceres took her hand and placed it back on his head.
"Why?"
"More."
“...?”
There's nothing strange about it, so why?
Diarin looked at Ceres with a suspicious expression.
But Ceres insisted with his eyes, without wavering.
She even felt like he was threatening her that if she didn't do more, things would get weird right away.
“Oh, right.”
Diarin finally couldn't help it and just ran her hand through his hair a few times.
The tears also disappeared.
Her hands were rough because she was feeling bad.
A wrinkle formed on the bridge of Ceres' nose.
No, this is not satisfactory.
Diarin chuckled in vain at the look in his eyes that demanded a more sincere caress.
This puppy is making demands now?
And yet, her hands moved diligently.
“This too.”
Ceres pointed to his cheek.
Even while he was out of his mind, the feeling of Diarin caressing him absentmindedly remained.
The source of the warmth that drove away the fear was that hand.
“...I can’t just do that carelessly!”
“Can’t you just make sure you don’t do it carelessly?”
“No, I mean, it’s not like I can just do it whenever you want...!”
She did it because it was an emergency just now.
But Ceres was stubborn.
“If now is not the time, then it is okay.”
“...What the hell are you talking about...”
Oh, so it's a puppy, so it can bark too.
Diarin realized something before she could speak.
But she couldn't listen to all of that.
“Seeing you say that, I guess you’re okay now.”
Diarin forced her eyes and pulled the hand that was on his head away.
Ceres protested with his eyes once again, but it was of no avail.
“Let’s go back.”
Going to see the festival was too ambitious.
No matter how accustomed Ceres was to people, the variables of moving locations should have been taken into consideration more.
It was safe for everyone to go back quickly when things got better.
“Are you coming now? Please hurry.”
The coachman saw the two returning and urged them on.
“I’m sorry. I have to go back.”
"Oh, I see something's wrong. But if I go back to the opposite side of the festival from here, I'll be wasting my time..."
It was advantageous for the coachman to pick up people who were leaving the festival early.
“I’ll give you an extra round-trip fare.”
It wasn't the time to save money.
It was the greatest luxury in Diarin's life, except for the gift she gave to her mother.
But there is no need for money right now, and there is no need to save it.
Diarin called out loudly.
“Oh my, if you go that far...”
The coachman bowed and agreed.
Diarin, standing in front of the carriage door, looked back at Ceres.
There was no sign of Ceres following.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...I don’t like it.”
"Yes?"
Ceres was taking a step back.
“...I don’t like it.”
Even though he doesn't remember exactly, the emotions left behind by the remnants of the memory hold him back.
Just looking at the carriage made him feel sick.
“Carriage? You don’t like carriages?”
Ceres nodded.
“I’ve been riding in a carriage until now... Ah.”
Basically, all transportation is by horse or carriage.
Of course, there is no one who has never ridden a carriage at least once in their life.
Diarin, who had been speaking with common sense, belatedly realized Ceres' special situation.
On the front lines, you move either on foot or on horseback.
Because carriages are used to transport cargo, they are rarely used by people.
All Ceres could remember of his life was on the battlefield, so he would never have ridden in a carriage.
'You probably didn't know because they drugged you and knocked you out on the way to the mansion.'
It's quite a distance to the mansion, but not too far to walk.
After seeing Ceres trembling in fear once, Diarin had no intention of trying to persuade him again.
“Sorry. I’ll get off here.”
Diarin finally paid the full amount and sent the carriage away.
Since she had sent enough money to get to the festival grounds anyway, she didn't argue about the coachman waiting.
“Mr. Ceres, Mr. Ceres...”
At one point, Ceres found himself kneeling on the floor, hugging Diarin's waist.
Diarin hugged Ceres's head and comforted him.
Ceres focused on Diarin's hand running through his hair.
At some point, the noise that had been ringing in his ears began to subside.
The breath that had been getting heavier gradually subsided.
"Oh my..."
“Shhh... It’s okay, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of. This isn’t a battlefield.”
Diarin's voice was heard clearly.
Only then did Ceres blink and focus.
His breathing gradually subsided.
It was no longer inside the carriage.
The fragments of memories that had been ringing in his head crumbled.
Ceres soon forgot what he had been thinking about.
All that was visible was Diarin.
"...Ah..."
“...Are you awake?”
Diarin looked at Ceres with a smile.
At that wind, the tears that had been gathering in Darin's eyes rolled down.
The eyes reflecting the street lights looked like stars.
Ceres' eyes were taken away.
Diarin looked into Ceres' eyes.
The wind blew and blew Diarin's hair.
The feel of hair brushing his cheek pulled Ceres back to reality.
“...”
Diarin shut her mouth and met Ceres' gaze, which was staring at her intently.
The tears that had been forming rolled down, but the glistening eyes did not easily disappear.
“Are you feeling better now?”
Diarin let go of Ceres's cheek that she was holding.
A wind blew where Diarin's hand had fallen.
Ceres furrowed his brows, not liking the cool night breeze.
“No? You still don’t like it?”
Diarin reacted sensitively to Ceres's change of expression.
The hand stroking his head and the divine power were reinvigorated.
Ceres closed his eyes and leaned back against the warm air that enveloped him.
“...Diarin.”
“Hey, I’m here.”
If he calls, she will answer.
The corners of Ceres' mouth slackened.
It was cozy.
Ceres, who couldn't even stand the softness of the bed against his back, was now wandering in search of warmth.
Ceres, who had regained complete stability, raised his body from where he had collapsed on the floor.
“Are you okay now?”
"Yes."
“Oh, thank goodness...”
Diarin tried to take her hands off Ceres' body.
But before that, Ceres took her hand and placed it back on his head.
"Why?"
"More."
“...?”
There's nothing strange about it, so why?
Diarin looked at Ceres with a suspicious expression.
But Ceres insisted with his eyes, without wavering.
She even felt like he was threatening her that if she didn't do more, things would get weird right away.
“Oh, right.”
Diarin finally couldn't help it and just ran her hand through his hair a few times.
The tears also disappeared.
Her hands were rough because she was feeling bad.
A wrinkle formed on the bridge of Ceres' nose.
No, this is not satisfactory.
Diarin chuckled in vain at the look in his eyes that demanded a more sincere caress.
This puppy is making demands now?
And yet, her hands moved diligently.
“This too.”
Ceres pointed to his cheek.
Even while he was out of his mind, the feeling of Diarin caressing him absentmindedly remained.
The source of the warmth that drove away the fear was that hand.
“...I can’t just do that carelessly!”
“Can’t you just make sure you don’t do it carelessly?”
“No, I mean, it’s not like I can just do it whenever you want...!”
She did it because it was an emergency just now.
But Ceres was stubborn.
“If now is not the time, then it is okay.”
“...What the hell are you talking about...”
Oh, so it's a puppy, so it can bark too.
Diarin realized something before she could speak.
But she couldn't listen to all of that.
“Seeing you say that, I guess you’re okay now.”
Diarin forced her eyes and pulled the hand that was on his head away.
Ceres protested with his eyes once again, but it was of no avail.
“Let’s go back.”
Going to see the festival was too ambitious.
No matter how accustomed Ceres was to people, the variables of moving locations should have been taken into consideration more.
It was safe for everyone to go back quickly when things got better.
“Are you coming now? Please hurry.”
The coachman saw the two returning and urged them on.
“I’m sorry. I have to go back.”
"Oh, I see something's wrong. But if I go back to the opposite side of the festival from here, I'll be wasting my time..."
It was advantageous for the coachman to pick up people who were leaving the festival early.
“I’ll give you an extra round-trip fare.”
It wasn't the time to save money.
It was the greatest luxury in Diarin's life, except for the gift she gave to her mother.
But there is no need for money right now, and there is no need to save it.
Diarin called out loudly.
“Oh my, if you go that far...”
The coachman bowed and agreed.
Diarin, standing in front of the carriage door, looked back at Ceres.
There was no sign of Ceres following.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...I don’t like it.”
"Yes?"
Ceres was taking a step back.
“...I don’t like it.”
Even though he doesn't remember exactly, the emotions left behind by the remnants of the memory hold him back.
Just looking at the carriage made him feel sick.
“Carriage? You don’t like carriages?”
Ceres nodded.
“I’ve been riding in a carriage until now... Ah.”
Basically, all transportation is by horse or carriage.
Of course, there is no one who has never ridden a carriage at least once in their life.
Diarin, who had been speaking with common sense, belatedly realized Ceres' special situation.
On the front lines, you move either on foot or on horseback.
Because carriages are used to transport cargo, they are rarely used by people.
All Ceres could remember of his life was on the battlefield, so he would never have ridden in a carriage.
'You probably didn't know because they drugged you and knocked you out on the way to the mansion.'
It's quite a distance to the mansion, but not too far to walk.
After seeing Ceres trembling in fear once, Diarin had no intention of trying to persuade him again.
“Sorry. I’ll get off here.”
Diarin finally paid the full amount and sent the carriage away.
Since she had sent enough money to get to the festival grounds anyway, she didn't argue about the coachman waiting.
“I guess I’ll have to walk a long way.”
Diarin straightened her back and looked out toward the distant mansion.
But there was a problem.
“...Ugh.”
“...Diarin?”
It seems that Diarin had used too much of her divine power to calm Ceres down.
The moment she took a step, the ground shook and rose up.
Diarin, who was staggering, managed to regain her balance by grabbing Ceres's body.
"Oh, I feel dizzy. I think I need to eat something to be able to walk. Just a moment."
The sugar rush made her feel breathless.
In an instant, Ceres and Diarin switched positions.
Ceres tilted his head as he looked down at Diarin, who was barely catching her breath.
“Are you unable to walk?”
“Ugh, I feel dizzy...”
“Then I can carry you.”
“...Yes?”
Ceres showed through actions rather than words.
Diarin's feet floated.
“Oh my god!”
Diarin, who was burdened like a load on Ceres's broad shoulders, let out a loud noise as her stomach was pressed against it.
She almost blurted out 'gulp', but she held back.
As if that wasn't enough, Ceres immediately started to attack.
“Now, wait a minute. No, that’s not it!”
"...No?"
“Please protect my dignity as a human being!”
“?”
He's never received it, so how would he know how to keep it?
First, Diarin succeeded in pulling out Ceres' hair and lowering her back to the floor.
“At least listen to me like a human being.”
So, the methods Ceres tried were to make her sit on one arm like a child, hold her like a Princess, and lift her by the back of the neck.
All of these were positions that made it impossible to maintain Diarin's dignity.
“You might as well carry me...”
In the end, Diarin proposed a negotiation plan.
Ceres hesitated to place a person on his back, but the person was Diarin.
The thought didn't last long.
“Oh, good.”
Ceres's back was more comfortable than a carriage.
Wide, thick, and warm.
It didn't rattle when he moved.
“Mr. Ceres, you are good at carrying people.”
She wants to praise him at least one more time.
But Diarin changed her mind a second later.
“...No, but you can’t just go somewhere and carry anyone around.”
The young master doesn't carry people on his back.
Because today is a really special day.
“Only in really, really special, special cases. No. From now on, don’t ever carry anyone.”
"I get it."
It would have happened even without Diarin's strong request.
The mere thought of carrying someone other than Diarin made Ceres feel bad.
“Oh, wait a minute.”
The carriage they rode in earlier used a side street one block from the main road where the festival was held.
The main road, one block inside from that road, was visible between the alleys.
The central road was brightly lit with stalls popping up one by one.
This place was a bit far from the main road where the festival was held, but because so many people were gathered, it seemed like stalls had been set up even here.
There weren't many people.
There were only a few stalls here and there.
As time goes by and more people come in, it will get crowded, but for now, you can look around leisurely.
“Let’s eat one of those before we go.”
Diarin pointed to a stall that was giving off an unusual smell.
The stomach was in a state of emergency.
If she didn't fill it up quickly, she might pass out from exhaustion while being carried.
Of course, she never did that because of divine power.
Of course, she never did that because of divine power.
“Mr. Ceres is just standing here... Huh?”
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