# 10
“Wow, this place is really spacious!”
"Yes! Who lives here?"
Suddenly, loud voices came from outside the window.
They appear to be the people sent by Robin to transport new food supplies.
They were supposed to have been warned to stay calm, but it seems they took advantage of the lack of surveillance to relax.
But for Sirius' keen sense of hearing, it wasn't enough that the silence was limited to just inside the house.
Even the birds flying in the sky had to become completely silent and stop flapping their wings in order to barely survive!
Sirius suddenly jerked as if he was about to bolt.
“Ha!”
When Dearyn stood up in surprise, Sirius had already placed his foot on the windowsill.
He was ready to jump in at any moment and snatch their necks with his bare hands.
"Ah! No!"
Dearyn rushed towards him without thinking.
She didn't have time to think about how dangerous it was to attack someone from behind.
Civilians! They are just innocent civilians!
Even if Robin somehow took over the matter, the consequences might affect Dearren as well.
So, she wrapped her arms around Sirius' waist and held him tightly.
“No, no, no!”
If Sirius had been someone who could be stopped just by saying "no," he wouldn't have gotten to the windowsill in the first place.
Despite Dearyn's desperate pleas, Sirius did not stop.
He was about to jump even as she was clinging to him.
Now, not only were these people killed, but her life was also threatened by falling from such a height.
She didn't have time to pull the whistle out of her sleeve.
But the people below wouldn't stop talking.
“Man, I didn't know honey like this existed!”
“All we have to do is deliver once a week, and still, we get a full week’s pay!”
Shut up! Shut up! Please, just shut up!
“Why don't we go get a drink on the way back?”
“Great idea!”
Uncle! That drink may be the last thing you drink in your life!
As Dearyn clung to Sirius, she was internally screaming.
Yelling now will only lead to massacre.
If I screamed for them to flee, it would be tantamount to condemning everyone to death.
Sirius could have killed her first and then gone after them later.
So, what is the best option?
The more serious the situation, the faster the mind works.
"Just one punch. I'll take just one punch."
I won't die from one punch, right?
I have to draw his attention to me first to prevent him from killing, then I take the blow, and when I fall, I take out the whistle and blow it.
Once I decided to do this, I set to work immediately.
“Ahhh!”
“……!”
It was a scream loud enough to stop anyone on the spot.
“What…what was that?”
“Was that a screaming sound?”
Even the people below noticed that something was wrong and started whispering among themselves.
As for Sirius, he froze in place, and looked at Dearyn with eyes hard with anger.
Deyarin was watching him carefully, trying to determine the right moment to blow the whistle.
“……?”
But suddenly she felt something strange under her palm.
As she clung to him, she didn't realize that she had lifted her hand slightly from his waist and reached the level of his heart.
His heart was beating like crazy.
Is this Ceres' heartbeat?
His face was as cold as ice, but his heart was beating so hard it almost exploded.
It was a turbulent pulse, full of fear.
Because whoever has sensitive senses must always be anxious and afraid.
Suddenly, Deyarin realized something she had been oblivious to all this time.
"…… decent."
She had enough time to take out the whistle and blow on it.
But for some reason, Sirius didn't pounce on her immediately.
Instead of using the whistle, Deyarin chose to talk to him.
Even if his actions were inhuman, even if he possessed abilities beyond an ordinary human, Sirius was still a human.
Even if it is just a stray dog, we should not blame it for barking because it is afraid.
“…….”
Sirius remained standing there, motionless.
Dayarin felt that her heartbeat had also begun to become erratic, as if it was in tune with his tense heartbeat.
“It's okay, they're just people who came to deliver some supplies.”
The thought of the whistle disappeared completely.
If the only reason for all this was fear, she could calm it down.
She can reassure him and make him feel safe.
This was the correct solution.
This was what she should have done from the beginning.
Because it's not a dog, it's a human.
Even if he wasn't a gentleman, he was still a human being and should be treated as such.
Deyarin began to slowly place her hand on his chest, using calm and deliberate movements so as not to startle him.
Then she whispered quietly:
“Shh…….”
The sound of the violent heartbeat, which sounded as if it would pierce her palm, was beginning to calm down a little.
This was evidence that he was beginning to accept consolation.
“Let's move away from the window, okay?”
It was dangerous to stay by the window like that.
Cautiously, Dearyn led Sirius to the center of the room.
Sirius stiffened for a moment, but eventually followed her calmly.
Dearyn gave a nervous, barely noticeable smile.
Yes, he's a rabid dog, but he's not a bad dog.
There is no bad dog in this world.
“Okay, let's try sitting down first.”
After successfully putting the “mad dog” to bed, Deyarin decided to move forward to the next stage.
Until now, he had only listened to her with words.
If it continues like this, that will be great.
Hope began to appear in this relationship.
“…….”
But Sirius was not someone who could only be dealt with with words.
Dearyn gently tugged on his arm.
She sat on the bed first, then pulled him with her, and only then did he sit down.
“Huh…….”
The immediate threat of him jumping out the window and ripping people apart had faded.
I sighed in relief.
But even as he sat on the bed, Sirius couldn't take his eyes off the window.
It is true that her screams stopped the conversation of the people outside, but no one knew when another sound would come out.
It's not enough to just sit him down.
She had to make him relax more to make it safe.
"Try to lie down a little. Even if it's uncomfortable, just try it."
She gently pushed his shoulder with her words.
He should have been able to resist it easily, but his body slid back smoothly.
“This worked?”
Getting him onto the bed was already an accomplishment, but getting him to lie down was a great victory.
I'm starting to understand how to deal with him.
Gently moving his body with the words.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, his sharp eyes seemed to become less intense.
Even if he said the bed was uncomfortable, the soft texture of the mattress made him calm down.
Deyarin slowly approached and carefully patted his chest, then began to whisper in a soft voice.
“This place is not a battlefield. There is no need to be so defensive.”
At the same time, she began to infuse a bit of soothing holy power into him, slowly and carefully.
Because even holy power can become a source of motivation.
It is, after all, a “power,” and it is unpredictable how he will respond to it.
"Doesn't the bed feel good after lying in it? Soft and warm things are not uncomfortable, but comforting. For your body... and for your feelings too. Personally, I feel quite comfortable when I lie in bed. Usually, this is the natural feeling."
Added some random words.
This was to distract him and prevent him from focusing on anything else.
In a calm, chant-like voice, Deyarin continued her speech.
“This should become normal for you now. Because that is how it is for any normal person.”
For the first time, Sirius reacted.
He moved his head slightly, a sign that he heard her.
He was silent the whole time, but responded when I used a “You should do it” tone.
“This should be corrected too…….”
If the goal is just to get him used to a normal life, maybe some discipline is okay.
But what the church and Robin wanted was not just a disciplined person, but a “noble young master.”
In fact, Dayaren didn’t even know what it meant for someone to be a “Young Master.”
Poor nobles were not much different from commoners, and she herself was not truly a noble girl.
All the young gentlemen I knew were corrupt, cowardly, selfish, and conceited.
This couldn't be the kind of thing Robin wanted.
Perhaps they mean the type that girls dream of before they enter high society—that kind, gentlemanly gentleman?
But it is clear that the young master does not only move when he receives orders.
She had a very long way to go with Sirius.
“Let's try closing your eyes and getting some rest. Let's learn to sleep in bed first, and we'll go from there.”
Dearyn continued to emit the soothing holy power until Sirius fell into sleep.
But it wasn't easy.
Her sacred power was so powerful, that she normally couldn't feel it when she used it.
But this time, she could clearly sense that she was making a great effort.
This meant that Sirius was very agitated and very jerky.
She started thinking, “Should I just use the whistle to knock him unconscious?”
But finally, his heartbeat began to calm down.
“Did he sleep?”
Dearyn avoided making the fatal mistake of asking him out loud.
Even if she had calmed him down with her holy power, he had not completely lost consciousness.
Even ordinary soldiers on the battlefield sleep able to hear any sound around them.
His steady breathing, his slow heartbeat, his chest rising and falling softly.
This was more than enough to be sure.
Dearyn let out a long exhale.
The day had barely begun, but she felt an intense desire to finish work and go rest.
She wanted to go back to her room and lie down, but she couldn't leave Sirius alone.
Who knows what he might do if he suddenly woke up?
If she leaves the bed, he may wake up as soon as he feels her presence gone.
So, she sat next to him on the floor, leaning on him slightly.
Then, the corner of Sirius's eye twitched slightly.
“!”
Deyarin stiffened, holding her breath.
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