# 109
"Oh, oh! He's out!"
The members of the morning meeting group who were about to knock on the door raised their hands and smiled happily.
No, this is not the time to rejoice like this!
“Oh my God, seeing such a warm reception means you are completely healed...”
“Don't bite!”
It's a bite!
Deyarin's desperate cry broke off the greetings of those present.
“Bite…?”
Before people could understand the situation from beginning to end, Dearyn grabbed Sirius by the waist and dragged him away.
Sirius followed safely.
But he did not forget to growl menacingly at people.
He wanted to show this to Deyarin, and he was very annoyed that they had barged in on them talking about an important topic.
If Diaren had not intervened, he might have actually bitten one of them.
"Wait a minute there! He's still in pain!"
“If he's out biting people, that means he's not really in pain...”
Boom!
Dearyn closed the door without even listening to the end.
My child might really bite, but people don't believe it.
Panting, Dearyn ran from her room to the door of the house, then pulled Sirius into a far corner.
“Calm down, haha, calm down.”
Diaren should have calmed down, but she was the one who was nervous...
But Sirius nodded, pretending to be calm.
Deyarin did not notice his calm gaze as she touched his chest with her hand.
“Calm down, Huck, you shouldn't bite people... No, you shouldn't.”
“When you say that, I feel like I want to back out.”
"No, it's not allowed! Don't bite!"
“Since Deyarin says not to bite, I will try to endure.”
“Ah…”
Dearyn staggered, placing her hand on Sirius' chest.
In a few moments, I went between heaven and hell. Her energy was completely drained.
Even after regaining the prince's memories, she couldn't ignore it.
'correct. His sensitive senses that he experienced with his memory recovery are not completely normal yet.'
She thought everything was back to normal once her memory returned.
“So Deyarin must always stay by my side.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
“You shouldn't say that in front of people.”
“Oh, right.”
I forgot that too.
Until she finds a safe way to reveal his identity as the First Prince, Sirius will have to remain “Mad Sirius” for a while.
Therefore, Diyarin must remain his “close friend” Diyarin.
“…Okay. Just until he reveals his identity.”
“Even when no one is there.”
This imperial palace is no place to relax.
You can say to him “prince” when you are alone, but this word may come out unintentionally in front of others, which should be prevented.
So, it would have been better for Ceres to simply be treated as Ceres for now.
"…Understood."
Dearyn raised her head resolutely.
Sirius looked at her silently.
Although that calm look was still strange, he still responded to a single word or action from Diarin like a well-trained dog.
'Yes, he's still our puppy...'
Even a puppy needs time to prepare. Suddenly breaking off a relationship before the body and mind are ready means abandoning it.
Deyarin ignited the flame of responsibility in her heart again.
“…You should give me a nice extra allowance for this later, right?”
“I will decide based on your performance.”
“What, what?”
If Kyrindias (now Ceres) had been like our old puppy, he would have said: “I will do everything Dearen wants!”
“I have changed...”
Deyarin felt a sudden shock and was shaken.
Even if I had to let him go, as long as he was in my arms I wanted him to be my puppy that no one knew but me, this was that inevitable greed.
“I haven’t changed. Deyarin is the one who has changed.”
Sirius also showed a feeling of betrayal that was not easy.
Deyarin had nothing more to say. She was the one who had changed her tone since Sirius regained his memories. If she pointed this out, she would have nothing to say even if she had a tongue.
“Ah...are you okay?”
He asked the people waiting outside the door instead of Deyarin, who couldn't answer.
She thought the matter was over and they left, but they persisted as expected. She thought about sending them away under the pretext that Sirius was very ill.
As she turned toward the door, someone added another word from outside.
“The Third Prince has also arrived...”
This morning?
Dearyn and Sirius exchanged glances.
—
“I heard there's a big problem.”
Charlotte looked at Sirius with eyes full of worry.
Sirius was staring at the horizon.
Dearyn lowered her gaze sheepishly.
It was really a big problem. Sirius regained his memories, restored the prince's memory, and restored his hair and eye color to what it was.
If this were a story, it would be a major event worthy of a final chapter.
But what Charlotte means by “the big problem” is probably not exactly this. Compared to Sirius regaining his memory, it didn't seem like much to her to respond appropriately.
“I heard that after your visit to the temple, you got lost, and they found you exhausted in the First Prince’s Palace, vomiting blood. How did that happen?”
“Ah… Maybe because I remembered old things after a long time, the pressure suddenly increased.”
She was thankful for their concern, but the best she could do was cut them off.
Deyarin smiled and spoke lightly.
“I slept well and after I woke up I felt better.”
"Really? It really looks like that."
Now Sirius looked healthier than ever. Charlotte believed what she saw and dropped her raised shoulders in astonishment.
“Maybe I was too nervous because the party was coming up.”
If they came in the morning with this concern, it meant that she was already deeply worried.
“I'm doing my best.”
“Ah, I don't doubt your efforts. Not a day goes by that we don't hear from you. I think everything will be fine at the party.”
Charlotte smiled and encouraged them.
Dearyn looked at Sirius beside her without realizing it.
Now the Third Prince could become an opponent as well. But it was the Third Prince who saved Sirius, a former member of Unit Eight.
In these complicated relationships, Diarin did not know how to act.
“Are you going to treat him well, Sirius?”
No matter how much the two talked, if Sirius didn't handle things well, it would all be in vain.
Sirius did not answer Charlotte's question, but continued to play finger games with Sevian.
It was a very simple game, where each person linked their palms to each other's hand and placed their fingers on top of each other's fingers, and the winner was the one who succeeded in placing his finger first.
“Sirius lost!”
“I didn't lose.”
Although Sirius looked like he lost, he quickly turned the tables. Sevian, who was cheering, laughed and laughed as if he were victorious, puffing out his cheeks.
“Ooooh, oooooh...”
But despite this, it was not easy for anyone to defeat Sirius.
Deyarin watched the two of them playing with a strange feeling.
They are now allies to defeat the Second Prince together, but in the long run, they will be rivals fighting for the throne.
Sirius knows this very well, but he deals with Sevian as usual.
“Ah! I lost… hehe…”
In the end, the game ended with Sevian's defeat.
Sevian approached Sirius, hugged him, and began to roll onto his knees.
"Play again, Sirius! Or carry me on your back."
“Later.”
“Why? Now!”
Sevian acted like a spoiled child, not like a prince.
Was Sirius like this when he was young, Dearyn wondered? A sudden thought occurred to her: perhaps from the moment he was born he had been so strict as to say 'I was born' formally, a strange but pleasant thought.
Despite Sevian's pleas, Sirius did not move.
“Enough, Sevian.”
“Ahh…”
Charlotte eventually intervened.
But as soon as she spoke, Sevian calmed down. He returned to his seat, sitting quietly, but clearly looking very angry.
Unfortunately, there was no one here to console Sevian.
Charlotte spoke again to Sirius.
“Seems like Sevian was happy to see you after a long time.”
“He doesn't look like a prince.”
“Ha!”
Diaren almost suffocated from the severity of the shock.
Sirius had the right to say that, but now that he was only a member of Unit Eight, he couldn't say it openly. Dayarin does not know why he said it suddenly.
But what was even more surprising was Charlotte's reaction.
Is there a father who laughs at his son's criticism? Especially if the son is a prince competing for the throne.
But Charlotte laughed.
"truly?"
Very strange reaction.
Even Deyarin lost her hard-pressed smile.
'It's like the air is weighing down my chest...'
When the air becomes so heavy, breathing becomes labored.
Dearyn delicately folded her hands together, carefully observing the situation, ready at any moment to defend Sirius with the words, “My child is still sick!” To prevent any problem.
“Are you attacking the Second Prince because you want to become the Crown Prince?”
"Yes."
Charlotte simply answered Sirius' question.
This was a reason known to everyone, no need to ask about it.
But now, Sirius is not that crazy dog, he is Prince Sirius.
He certainly has calculations when he brings up the topic.
In this violent political battle, Deyarin could do nothing.
She cannot pat him on the back and call him a 'mad dog', nor can she obey and say, 'Yes, my lord.'
Her attitude was like that of a shrimp being destroyed during a whale struggle.
“Sevian doesn't seem interested in the throne.”
“Ah…”
Charlotte continued, hesitating, but Sirius added with the sharp look of an animal hunting its prey.
“And you don't seem interested in Sevian becoming the throne.”
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