# 23
The inside of the box was very monotonous.
It was much more monotonous, simple, shabby, and poor than he had expected, so Deyarren could only breathe a sigh of relief.
“……Is that really all there is?”
Some new looking clothes and a few pairs of shoes.
end.
I looked around to see if there was anything lying on the floor, or even looked through the gaps in the box, but there was nothing. That was it, really.
“What about your personal belongings?”
"unavailable."
Deyarin's eyes were shaking violently.
Anyway, how could there be such a thing?
Dearyn also belonged to a temple that had severe restrictions on personal possessions, but she at least carried a bag of personal belongings with her.
You can buy it new or you can easily get it anywhere, but aren't there some things you're used to?
Things like combs, mirrors, shoehorns, and pens.
A piece that comes to mind whenever I look at it, whether it contains memories of receiving it as a gift from someone or the feeling I had when I received it.
“Has it been stolen?”
Deyarin asked cautiously.
"no."
Sirius answered casually.
"Still. There must be some thing I always used. A knife or something."
“All supplies are the same.”
“Not customized?”
“Write anything.”
“And……how could that be?”
Even lower-ranking soldiers could fit at least one sword into their hands.
In some cases, this was done with one's own money, and since he was in the military, most awards were given in the form of weapons, making them easier to obtain.
But the troops pushed to the front line are full of supplies.
“Any weapon should provide the best combat performance.”
"…… Yes."
Only then did Dearyn realize the further explanation from Sirius.
Losing or breaking a weapon often happens during combat.
It seemed that the 8th Division was prepared for such a situation and trained regardless of what they carried.
Well, it's a skill that cuts an assassin apart even with bare hands.
Even if you put a stone in his hand instead of a sword, it would become a deadly weapon.
But apart from that, it was surprising that there wasn't a single thing I could relate to.
At the very least, it is humans who give meaning to the rocks they kick as they pass or the logs they sit on.
Dearyn took out new, harsh clothes that had no memories at all.
“Huh…?”
I thought it was a gift, but it was a very nice piece of clothing.
The feel of my fingertips was very soft and smooth.
This appears to have been an item intended for “men”, not soldiers.
“Let's try this.”
Dearyn immediately lifted the clothes.
It was proper clothing, not the worn, hole-ridden shirt Sirius had been wearing so far.
How will I transform if I wear this? I was looking forward to it.
Sirius nodded and immediately unbuttoned his robe.
"Person! Front! Clothes!"
Deyarin shouted urgently.
The dress had already flowed down her body and fell at her feet.
Sirius looked down in confusion when he saw the dress that had fallen to the floor.
“If you want to wear it...”
You have to take it off to change.
However, there was also an order to always dress in public.
There were conflicting orders.
Sirius became confused.
“……I was wrong.”
“?”
The order and precedence of orders was also important.
Although she had not intended to issue orders to Sirius in the first place, it might have been complicated for someone who listened and acted directly.
“Put it on quickly.”
Dearyn turned to stop Sirius, who was trying to pick up the dress again.
All you have to do is not look at it yourself.
Well, even if you look at it that way sometimes, once you get used to Sirius' naked body, that's it.
It's a good body for the eyes anyway.
I think other people will like it too.
I see that he is comfortable and the people are nice too. It's good because we love each other.
Yes, aren't all gentlemen polite?
It's polite to be there to avoid hurting anyone.
It didn't look like Sirius's naked body would hurt anyone. Wouldn't it be great if we could create profit and light for the world?
“Anyway, put it on quickly.”
Dearyn turned around, stretched her arms behind her, and stretched out her clothes.
Sirius was heard quietly taking the clothes and placing them on his body.
I don't know why this sound seems so breathtaking, as if it's passing through my heart.
'O ruler who fills the sky and crosses the earth, your name is present everywhere and remains in every moment, making this world beautiful...'
Dearyn muttered a prayer to herself and tried to put Sirius's naked body out of her mind.
He is a priest who only looks to the ruler.
He was the one who lived away from men and dating and things like that.
Of course, people did everything in secret, and then when they wanted to get married, they returned to secular life.
However, this is a choice that only those who have a way to make a living after returning to the world can make.
It was not easy for a secular priest to adapt to the secular world.
When they were priests, they were revered and revered as saints from the moment they were born, but the moment they took off their priestly vestments, they were treated as corrupt impurities.
Finding a job was much more difficult than for ordinary people, and it was common for them to be pointed out or bullied in public.
The only people who would risk and kill the priest were those full of courage and love, or the sons of noble families.
Dearyn was not a child of a noble family, so she had no reason to hit a priest.
Therefore, I treated men like stones.
Since it was not an interesting topic in the first place, it was not seen as a special topic.
But despite this, Sirius's body made Dearyn's heart beat hard.
'Exploitation complete.'
“Are you all dressed?”
Dearyn turned around awkwardly, as if she had been caught thinking something bad about Sirius' words.
And I was surprised.
“Wow, who are you?”
“……?I’m Sirius.”
“……Say this when complimented on how you have changed a lot.”
"Yes."
Sirius realized her answer and corrected.
"You're welcome."
"I did well."
Teaching was rewarding.
Dearyn walked over to Sirius and straightened out his dirty clothes.
You pulled up the collar of his shirt and buttoned it straight.
When I finished the costume and looked at it from a distance, there were no separate pieces.
“……The social world has been in an uproar. You are going to turn the party upside down.”
Not all nobles are handsome.
No matter how much it is decorated, it cannot match the good appearance of the original.
Ceres' flamboyant appearance is sure to turn the social world upside down.
I've got greedy.
What if we created a prince who would overthrow the social world?
This was the first time in my life that I felt such a strong desire to work.
“Try to walk.”
At Dearyn's words, Sirius trotted across the living room.
The result of a perfectly balanced body and controlled movements was amazing.
A combination of graceful and flexible body movements like an animal and elegant clothes like a master.
Even if Dayaren was ignorant of the social world, she knew enough to know that this was enough to shake a person's heart.
“You look like a real master.”
What is a master? I would believe it if they said it was the prince who was hiding it.
It seemed that decorated Sirius had no need for morals or anything else as long as he wasn't a brute.
After all, people wouldn't expect smooth manners from the members of the Eighth Division.
It is clear that if you stand still, you will be at the heart of the community.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that if I had grown up well and hadn't been drafted into the army when I was young, I would really enjoy a similar life now.
I think I felt this way more because it was right after I saw the Third Prince.
“Wow, how did you end up in Unit 8 with such a proud face?”
If he was this good looking, I think he would have looked as cute as Sevian when he was little.
It is said that all the members of the Eighth Division were conscripted when they were young, so why did they send Sirius, who was so kind, into the army?
Why wasn't there an adult to stop them?
“I have no memory.”
“When you were very young?”
“I have no memories before I joined the army.”
Dearyn tilted her head to the side.
I felt something strange.
“How old were you?”
"I don't know."
“……Then what about your name?”
"I don't know."
It seems to be a matter of Sirius not having the right level of knowledge at the moment.
No age, no name.
However, Ceres was a name that seemed to have something to offer.
“Was it Sirius from the beginning?”
"Yes."
If so, it means that there was at least someone who mentioned Sirius' name.
But I don't remember that.
“Did the army erase your memories?”
“No, he wasn't there from the beginning.”
M.M.: I mean, there are no memories from the beginning
“Is it true that all members of Unit Eight are like this?”
“No. Some people have memories.”
The army did not erase everyone's memories.
So why Sirius' memories?
It was ambiguous to say that it had not been there from the beginning.
I couldn't tell if it was erased by the army, there was an accident, or someone else erased it before I came to the army.
“Wait a second.”
Dearyn looked at Sirius's head again.
If it's a memory issue, you might get it.
Up until now, I had only focused on recovery and stability, so I didn't even think about touching on that.
Dearyn closed her eyes and focused as best she could.
‘……? I think there's something….'
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