# 33
We, Sirius, were doing well, so we didn't think we'd fail, but Robin was also prone to uttering harsh words while sitting across from us sipping tea.
"Mr. Sirius, eat. Let's eat."
Dayaren, who suddenly had a lump in her throat and swallowed the tea, concentrated on eating as if she had not heard it.
As expected, Sirius saw Dearyn's hand move and opened his mouth.
“……You are good at eating sweets.”
Robin never touched the candy.
Instead, he was amazed to watch Sirius chew anything Deyarin put in his mouth with his mouth open.
“Yes, I heard you ate well……? Isn’t that the case in other houses?”
“Everyone said they didn’t like bread because it didn’t suit their tastes.”
“Well….why can’t I eat this delicious food?”
Dayaren felt really sorry.
When I raised him, I really felt like I wanted to feed him a little treat and let him see the good things.
Even though I had no choice but to start because it was work, that's how people feel.
“If you're a gentleman, you'll probably go to tea parties, so wouldn't it be nice to have something like this?”
"Of course this is better than not being able to eat. The ability to sense and express taste well is also an important virtue in the social world."
“…… Expression, are you?”
Dearyn looked at Sirius, feeling as if there was a thorn in her throat.
Deyarin's social experience is only one extreme.
I had no other experience with tea parties, balls, or other social gatherings.
I didn't know I should do something like this because I hadn't experienced it myself.
“Yes, that's right. Since the social world is so crowded, even the most useless rules are written in secret. It is common to attach great aesthetic expression to even the smallest details.”
Even if you can only feel the taste sensitively, you can express it... Would this work?
"You can do it if you do it. Yes. Yes. It will happen."
Now, I've learned hard that I shouldn't say I can't do it or I won't do it.
Dayarin, who regained her sense of discipline after returning from the front, implanted in her head the positive idea that everything would be okay.
* * *
Robin filled out the staff as he said and sent them off.
Hair care, skin care, tailor, masseuse, etc.
It was a “Master” world that not even Darren knew about.
“Skin care and massage are performed by different people…….”
“Yes, that's right. Because the areas of expertise are different. I heard that they are still looking for a nail technician. Until then, the skin therapist will take care of you temporarily.”
Skinnell, the skin therapist who came to greet me, smiled and explained.
This person is said to be one of the best in every field, just like the chef.
Not only skin care, but also hair care, tailor and masseuse.
I heard that there are two different people who take care of the hair and who shape it.
To what extent is labor divided?
“I see……there are no separate experts for fingernails and pedicures.”
“It has to be shaped so that it only takes one person to do it.”
“Aha....what about taking care of the skin on your face and body?”
“Oh, we can do it separately, but in order to control the number of people, I decided to do it all at once.”
Are they really separated?!
I never thought it would be so different.
“Then do you do it separately for the left and right sides?”
“This can happen to people who use a sword or use their body a lot.”
“……!”
It's so new it's scary.
I emotionally understood why Sirius was worried about unfamiliar things.
Deyarin was not familiar, but Skinnel was an expert who had worked with people for a long time.
I'm used to such unusual reactions.
“I heard that the master I will be serving is sensitive to sound. We will take special care not to make any noise in the future.”
Unlike the cook, she was quick to notice and respond quickly, perhaps because it was a job that involved dealing directly with people.
Dearine was quick to figure everything out without me having to tell me anything.
“I heard that the priestess was in charge of the master’s general management. From now on, we will share the work, so I hope you will have more trouble.”
She even worries about the priestess, something no one has ever worried about before.
Dearyn was astounded by the attention and concern she had never received before.
Skinnel replied with a professional smile, despite Dearyn's anger.
“Yes thank you.”
“Please take care of me, Priestess.”
“……Keep the ruler with you.”
I don't know how long it's been since I've been dealing with people as a priest.
He rarely met the chef face to face.
The chef spent almost all of her time confined to the kitchen or her room.
Sometimes, when Dayarine wanted food, the only thing we did was go and talk to her.
“Then, may I meet and greet you from now on?”
“Yes, sure. First, let me go and ask if it’s okay.”
Sirius' condition had been checked since the people arrived in the morning.
Sirius was fine even before the two entered the doorway.
However, out of caution, Dayaren went to check again.
“Mr. Sirius?”
“Huh.”
The answer came as soon as I opened the door.
If it's really bad, things will fly, if you can barely hold him down, he'll whine, and if it's not good but bearable, there'll be no response.
The answer that came back means that the condition was very good.
“People came in. I unpacked.”
“Huh.”
Sirius was quiet. It wasn't much different than usual.
However, Dearyn moved closer and carefully examined Sirius's skin and eyes.
While checking the heartbeat and temperature of the hands.
Everything was as usual.
It was completely normal.
"…… decent."
“Huh.”
“Are you really okay?”
As Dearyn asked again and again, Sirius closed his mouth and looked at his physical condition as if he was thinking about it again.
“Huh.”
“No, just don't answer. It might be okay now, but it might suddenly flare up later.”
“……Hmm…….”
Sirius was meticulous in examining his physical condition.
It was possible to evaluate something objectively to the point of abandoning reason.
Given the current situation, it doesn't look like that will happen.
“No abnormalities are expected.”
“……oh yeah?”
Dearyn let go of Sirius's hand that she had been holding impatiently.
“The person who came today is a skin therapist, and not only will you be stuck like a chef and work, but she will also get to meet him in person.”
“Huh.”
“You will touch my body here and there. Morning and evening. Two or three times a day.”
You may be surprised if someone suddenly touches your body, but it would be best to give them advance notice.
Weren't there people managing the members of the Eighth Division on the battlefield?
If these people didn't all work and die, surely there would be a method that would be acceptable for someone else to try.
'It's because I'm worried. Mr. Sirius, if you go crazy, it'll be chaos. Do I take full responsibility for this?'
Dayarine couldn't stop worrying.
When I was in the unit, the officials were always worried about unit members running away.
Sirius knew very well what Dearren cared about.
“If any anomaly is detected, we will report it immediately.”
"definitely."
“Huh.”
After exchanging vows several times, Dearyn sighed heavily.
“Then do you want to meet her now?”
These are the people you are bound to meet one day, and when you meet them, you will be touched by them.
Allowing people to meet instantly while they're here can save you both wasting time.
“If you meet her and it doesn't work out, send her right away, and if she's okay with you, she'll stay with you.”
Sirius nodded easily to Dearyn's question.
“Okay, right away...”
Dearyn, who was about to ask Sirius to come to her room, stopped.
However, there was a problem with using floral wallpaper, a bunny-patterned blanket, and a strawberry-patterned pink rug as the backdrop, even though the name was blessed.
“……Should we try moving the room?”
"I hate."
However, words of rejection suddenly came out of Sirius's mouth, who was usually unable to say no.
Dayarin was surprised by the stubbornness she felt in her speed.
“Oh no, I'm not saying you should move all the time, just when you meet people.”
“…….”
“You can keep sleeping here. Huh. Strawberry pink rug.”
“……Huh.”
Even though I'm not good at interacting with people, I'm still sensitive when it comes to sleep.
Sirius only calmed down after he heard that Dearyn said he could sleep on the strawberry pink carpet.
“Then let's go to a larger, more luxurious room.”
There was a room where Deyarin looked at some things.
Right now, I'm only using this room roughly, but if the number of people increases, like the master, I'll have to use the biggest and best room, so I took a picture of it beforehand.
“How about here?”
"I hate."
“……Right. Why did you ask that again?”
Sirius was generous with most things around him, including food and clothing.
It was more like not caring.
Enough with this, enough with that.
But the room was adamant.
If you don't like it, you won't like it, you made that very clear.
“I'm not saying you should keep living here.”
"I hate."
“……It’s not something you can’t handle, right?”
“……Huh.”
However, there is still room for negotiation.
“I only use this room briefly when I'm meeting other people. Other times, I eat, sleep, roll around and do whatever I want on the strawberry pink carpet.”
“What about Dyaren?”
It didn't make a sound, but it was almost like a puppy clinging to me with a 'ki' sound.
If you throw this away, you'll become a really bad person.
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