# 115
Dearyn blinked her eyes, not understanding the sudden meaning of Sirius' words.
Back to the temple?
“...Are you saying I should leave?”
Sirius shook his head.
So fast?
Dearyn almost looked at Sirius' back, thinking that someone was threatening him with a knife.
But there was no one threatening Sirius from behind, no look of intimidation in his eyes.
His eyes were focused on her without hesitation, and they were sincere.
“What is this sudden talk?”
“The party is coming.”
Only two days remain until the ceremony, but she has not yet understood the connection between the ceremony and her return to the temple.
"so what?"
“If you show up at the party, you won't be able to withdraw.”
“Does this mean now I can withdraw?”
“The second side of the Second Prince does not know your features yet.”
Deyarin raised her eyebrows.
That alone was not a sufficient explanation.
“Do you still get angry if I'm gone?”
“I don't like you to be so tired.”
Dearyn's stubborn voice was clear even to Sirius.
“I was always exhausted.”
The periods in which she felt comfortable with Sirius were very few, and he seemed to forget that she was the cause of her unhappiness.
“But I've never been so tired to sleep as I am now.”
“I have never taken on such a big responsibility before, and the results are not guaranteed, so I feel heavy thinking...”
Deyarin could not finish her words as she explained the cause of insomnia and anxiety.
Was she trying to explain to Sirius why she didn't want to leave? If he had offered to leave now, she would have celebrated and packed her bags.
But even with that thought, she didn't feel like leaving.
“The Third Prince will pay compensation for you. It has nothing to do with the results of the work.”
“That's…understood.”
It was not a matter of compensation.
The return to the temple was agreed upon even by the temple itself. In addition to the compensation that the Third Prince would offer, she was promised a high position in the temple in exchange for assuming serious responsibilities. This does not depend on the success or failure of the mission.
In other words, Dyaren could return to the temple now without problems.
“Okay…but, was it really that easy for them to let you go like that?”
Deyarin could not organize her thoughts, and was in a state of confusion, running her hand through her scattered hair.
Sirius was watching her quietly, waiting for her to regain her balance.
This was strange, as usually he was the one who was nervous and she was the one who calmed him down.
But now, she was the one who felt anxious and disturbed.
“It's not easy.”
Sirius said in a calm voice.
But he can still let her go, which means it's not impossible.
I felt pain like a kick in the heart.
“Do you want me to leave, Sirius?”
"no."
The response came immediately, without hesitation.
Dearyn took a deep breath and raised her head confidently.
“Okay, that's enough.”
“…Are you not going to leave?”
"not yet."
“Why?”
Deyarin wasn't ready to leave yet.
If Dyaren had become a very meaningful person who brought Sirius back to life, then Sirius had also entered deeply into Dyaren's life.
‘A person I would like to exchange greetings with until the time we die’ — the depth of the relationship was deeper than I expected.
Now, if she wants to stay away from him, she must prepare her heart for it because their lives have become so intertwined.
She always thought she was ready to leave, but the truth was that she wasn't at all, his feelings were scattered everywhere.
“Even if I leave him, my heart will still be just as troubled.”
“I have to act right.”
“Seeing him with my own eyes and helping him alongside him is something different.”
“I'm worried Deyarin will get hurt.”
Sirius said this in a bitter tone.
"…Yes."
This was the reason.
Dearyn had once gotten into trouble over Sirius and nearly died, but that's now a thing of the past, and they both fit in safely inside the Imperial Palace. That's why Dayaren had even forgotten about that incident.
“I'm strong, you see.”
“But...”
“Does that mean my going will reassure you, Sirius?”
Sirius's eyes hesitated to look at Dearen, as if his heart was confused.
Dearyn smiled and took a step closer to Sirius. At least after Sirius was sure that her departure was not an escape or an inconvenience, her chest that had been suppressed was relieved.
She thought her little dog had grown, but he had actually grown a lot. He came to see him as a man, and it became embarrassing to say that he had not grown. She even thought that he had grown up well because he thought of others first.
“Sirius, you're nothing yet.”
He is not a prince, nor was he recognized as a member of the Eighth Division, nor was he given an official title. In the worst of circumstances, if he was unjustifiably expelled and lay in the street, why would he try to send me away like that?
“So, I’ll take responsibility until it becomes ‘something’.”
Before Dearyn could take another step closer, Sirius quickly advanced towards her.
He hugged her tightly with his solid arms.
“!”
It wasn't like his usual habit of hanging on her waist or resting his head on her shoulder.
His large hands were pulling her waist and her head towards him.
He was not clinging to her, but protecting her, which made Dearyn's heart beat hard again.
“I will take responsibility for your life, Dearyn.”
“……”
Dearyn buried her face into Sirius's chest and was unable to respond.
She was afraid that her heart would burst out of her mouth if she opened her mouth.
Lately, her heart has been in such a state of chaos.
—
“Hak, hak...!”
Diaren covered her mouth with both hands, then raised them, sat, stood, and jumped back and forth. She couldn't calm her tension.
The day of the party has arrived.
Since the morning, everyone had been busy with preparations, and when the start time of the ceremony approached, the movement died down.
But this made Deyarin even more nervous.
“Dearyn, are you okay?”
Even Sirius was worried by the sound of her heartbeat.
Sirius knows almost every heartbeat, but now Dearyn's heart is beating so violently that it could kill her.
“No, I think I'm not okay.”
Deyarin admitted her condition frankly.
She felt like she might actually die.
On the battlefield, it was a matter of life or death, so she left it to fate. But dying at the party, where she could avoid it with effort, was a different matter.
So she had to be strong and stay focused, but she was finding it difficult to breathe because of the pressure.
"You are beautiful."
Sirius said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“You will be the most beautiful at the party.”
“Why do you suddenly say that?”
“I heard that women worry more about being pretty before appearing at the party.”
Dearyn laughed out loud.
“Do you think now I'm just worried about whether I'm pretty or not?”
"no."
“So what do you mean?”
“Just…”
Sirius looked at Dearyn's face deeply. His eyes followed her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, her lips, all the way to her chin and collarbones.
She felt as if a hot hand was gently passing over her body.
Her intermittent breaths escaped her lips without her realizing it.
“I said that because you are beautiful.”
“…”
“You are really beautiful, Diarren. Your eyes shine like lights.”
Whenever she remembered this, Sirius would come to mind.
Sirius's words were unusually embarrassing.
“…With everything you spent on your appearance, you must be beautiful.”
His looks and words made her blush.
She looked down and whispered.
Thanks to Ceres' insistence, Diarin was adorned with gold and silver jewellery. She seemed to be walking like a shining light.
Thanks to Sirius' praise, her tension eased a lot. Just before, she had been so nervous that the world seemed to be shaking, and now things were clear to her.
“Sirius, you really look like a prince.”
Dearyn said as she looked at Sirius's appearance.
His tight tuxedo shone like the skin of a predatory beast. The men's accessories were not as diverse or bright as the women's accessories, but they were carefully selected by a skilled craftsman, and Sirius was creative in choosing them.
With his gaze that looked out over the entire world, he looked like a prince from at least some kingdom.
She suddenly thought how much he wished to see Sirius with his natural color of hair and eyes. When will Ceres live free by nature?
“I am a prince.”
"I know. You're a prince, and everyone should know by now."
“They shouldn't.”
Deyarin laughed and did not respond.
Perhaps because Sirius was born with everything, he is not greedy. Even after he regained his memory, he didn't get angry or try to turn things around. He did not seem much interested in regaining the title of prince.
But Dayarin was ambitious. She wanted to have more, to give Sirius everything into his own hands.
“It's time. Let's go.”
I heard a maid's voice from outside the door announcing that it was time to head to the party.
Dearyn took Sirius's hand and stood up.
It's time.
Let Ceres, first prince of Kyrindias Racleon, kneel and return to his place.
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