# 107
In Deyarin's head, a sharp buzzing rang out.
I…
What…
And why…
For what exactly...
I did that whole charade in front of the High Priest, exerted all my divine strength, and was tired as if I was dying?!
The first thing Sirius should have said when he regained his memory was: “Thank you for what you have done, here is a lot of money as a reward.”
Then he leaves in style!
Being the First Prince didn't change anything in Dayaren's heart. On the contrary, it makes it less changeable.
The crazy dog, if we have to, we can adopt him and live with him in a quiet countryside. As for the prince, there is no room for that.
Diarin's situation was like someone living in a small hut, and suddenly a horse of the finest breed appeared before him and said: “Raise me!”
“Your Majesty, please hold on to your senses.”
Deyarin drew a line.
I had been complacent before when he was a crazy dog and crossed the line, and then it happened.
But now, he is a prince. There is no room for any complacency. None of this can be allowed.
“I don't like the way you talk.”
Sirius expressed his strong rejection of Deyarin's official statement.
But Diarine was firm:
“What is the problem with using titles when addressing His Highness?”
“It makes me feel so far away from me.”
For a phrase like this to come out of this child’s mouth, “You make me feel distant,” was amazing.
Influential...but not at the time.
The word “yet” is not foreign to those in their teens. This confirms that Sirius' memory has completely returned.
But if his memory had returned, why didn't his sanity return?!
“Everyone will talk to you that way.”
“But if you do it... I feel uncomfortable.”
“You'll get used to it.”
"I don't want."
That damned “I don’t want to”… is still the same.
Deyarin thought that with her memory restored, everything would change. Memory affects personality a lot, doesn't it?
But... it seems that the only thing that has changed is that Sirius has become more fluent in speaking, but his madness... is still the same.
“Come closer to me.”
“I’ll…I’ll come closer later myself.”
Diaren couldn't move away from the room door.
She wasn't used to Prince Sirius yet, and getting close to him scared her.
It seemed that the gap between them, both in distance and in speech, was beginning to bother Sirius.
His gaze became harsher.
“Stop talking like that. This is a royal order.”
Sirius took out the final pressure card: a royal order.
Diaren froze involuntarily.
Royal orders are not something to be taken lightly.
To use his imperial lineage to domineer like this? As “Young Master”, it is expected of him.
But from the side of Diarin? It was not acceptable.
But, she had a ready response.
“I am a priestess in the service of the ruler. I put the ruler’s orders first, including that I honor and serve everyone.”
The temple has power separate from the imperial family.
This meant that they could reject imperial orders to some extent.
“But this palace is royal. In it, the authority of the Emperor is greater than that of the ruler.”
Sirius didn't back down.
With these words... Deyarin had nothing left to say.
She lost in an argument... to Sirius!
She felt amazed at herself.
Did she, Diaren, lose in a debate? And with whom? With this same crazy person?!
Sirius did not miss the moment, but rather advanced further:
“If you continue to put distance between us… I will stop you from doing this.”
“What do you mean… Your Majesty?”
“I will lock you up...and make me the only one you see and the only one you talk to.”
“…”
Dayarin felt like she was going to faint.
She leaned her back against the door and gasped, stunned.
While Sirius stared at her as if placing a curse on her:
“I will not let you leave the palace forever. You will only look at me... and you will only talk to me... and I will be the only one who loves you.”
The more he spoke, the more terrible the situation became.
Deyarin placed her hand on the back of her neck, which was beginning to hurt from tension.
At first, she was shocked... then angry... then her blood pressure increased.
She had even forgotten that she was in front of the prince and should be careful with her words.
“Where...the hell...did you learn to say...things like that?!”
Sirius was staring angrily with his sharp eyes.
“Because you reject my feelings! Because you don’t understand my heart!”
“Humans have the right to reject other people’s feelings! Didn’t I tell you before how people show their admiration?!”
Dearyn shouted, and Sirius shook with embarrassment.
He lost his temper because Dearyn looked like she was about to leave him, and he was completely confused.
“I was confused after recovering my memory...and then you made my heart beat like this, that's why I acted like this...”
What a nice excuse.
But… she couldn't completely ignore that excuse either.
He is someone who has just regained his memory and just woke up. Deyarin's sudden change in behavior was not easy for him.
Now, they needed more time to get used to each other again.
“…I apologize if I made Your Majesty feel uneasy all of a sudden.”
“The way you talk.”
“…No, at least this…”
Sirius had an expression on his face that looked like withered ears if he had ears.
Despite his large body while sitting on the edge of the bed, his features were pitiful, as if he was begging for someone to approach and comfort him.
“As you know, I have no one in this palace whom I can comfort…”
“But… there was this old woman who said she was your nanny.”
“I wasn't close to her.”
“…”
It hadn't occurred to her.
She thought that the governess would definitely be someone the prince trusted.
But since that was the case...she was probably one of several nannies with whom he did not have a special relationship.
But she seemed almost crazy with grief because she had not protected him properly...so how could there be nothing between them?
“Then why don’t you try to approach her now? At least she is on Your Majesty’s side.”
"I don't want."
“If you don't want to... then I have no choice....”
She had just said that people have the right to reject other people's feelings, so she couldn't say to him, "Why don't you want to?" Or “Do not refuse.”
“There is no one in the palace to whom I can reveal my heart except Dayaren. I only love Dayaren. If Dayaren disappears, I may die. So, you have to bear the responsibility for it.”
Sirius was using logic to trap Dearen.
“…Ha, a responsibility.”
Even someone who picks up a dog from the street has to take responsibility for it. This is the rule of life.
Dearyn looked at Sirius.
But…no matter how she looked at him, he seemed to her like he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
With that handsome face, strong body, and high lineage...what is he missing?
This was pampering, nothing more.
'Wait… didn't he live pampered under the Empress's wing until he reached his teenage years?'
From the age of ten, she was working and helping at home. The pampering stage ended a long time ago.
“I have taken care of you and endured everything so far. I calmed your madness, restored your memory, and brought you to the palace. Isn’t that enough? According to the rules, my task of preparing you is over. It is time for me to return to the temple.”
Deyarin said it with obvious cruelty.
“You will leave me in this palace where I have no ally?”
Sirius looked at her with a shocked expression, his eyes full of betrayal.
Dayarin wanted to meet his gaze and say it clearly, but she couldn't. When she sees that face, her logic collapses. She feels that her mouth will automatically shout: "Nonsense! I'll stay with you!"
“No, I won’t leave right away. I’ll only stay until the ceremony. After that, I won’t have any reason to stay by your side.”
Whether Sirius announces his identity as a prince or hides it, everything will end after that day.
If the Second Prince fell, then with it, and if he didn't fall, there would be no reason to target them, as the eighth unit would no longer be used.
That day was to be the last. Everything was decided from the beginning.
Sirius knew it all too well.
But instead of accepting it, he got out of bed.
Perhaps because he had been thinking all night, his body swayed slightly.
"Yes!"
Deyarin rushed to him without thinking and hugged him.
Ceres didn't fall completely.
He knelt on one knee on the ground to balance himself a little and breathe.
“Are you okay?…I mean, are you okay, Your Majesty?”
A slang word came out of her before she corrected herself.
Sirius raised his head from where he was crouched on the ground. Deyarin began examining his face and features quickly and anxiously.
“There is no heat...”
“...Darren.”
Sirius suddenly extended his hand and embraced her waist.
Dearyn could not bear his weight, so she fell backwards, and Sirius, falling with her, never let go of her waist.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
“…I feel pain.”
“What? You feel pain?!”
Deyarin hurriedly sat down and looked at his body.
Didn't see any injury.
“If you're in pain, you shouldn't be acting like this! Let me see again...”
“I suffer when you are not by my side, Diarren.”
“…”
Even though the day has barely begun, Deyarin feels like she has lost everything.
I was defeated in arguments, I was defeated physically, and I even fell victim to deception.
That little dog that had become too strong… could no longer be controlled.
Dearyn relaxed her body and collapsed to the ground.
“...Your Majesty, you should not do this to me...”
But despite her words, her hand subconsciously reached into Sirius' hair.
Sirius purred like a cat, tucking his face into her stomach and rubbing happily against it.
“Dyaren. Stay with me like this for life.”
“I already told you it was impossible.”
“The way you talk…”
“Slaughter me if you want.”
She doesn't care anymore. She said it as if her stomach had been split open.
Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and stared straight into Dearen's face.
“Don't you see that I might die tomorrow? Don't you see how miserable I am?”
“Just don't die, then.”
“But if you stay away from me... I might actually die.”
“Enough nonsense, Your Majesty.”
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