# 41
However, the only person who seemed crazy was Deyarin.
“Aha, I know what that feels like. This oil looks similar, doesn’t it?”
The masseuse listened to Sirius's expression seriously without smiling, then brought out another oil, applied it to him, and asked.
……Hey, do you agree with this expression? truly? sincerely?
However, the masseuse was busy dealing with Sirius and was unable to hear Dearyn's heartbreaking scream.
I felt particularly lonely today.
Sirius calmly watched the new oil the masseuse brought and then nodded.
“Similar but different. This is the feeling you get when water drops fall on the ends of your hair after it is half dry.”
"That's right. It feels a little dry when you apply it, but it leaves a lot of moisture in the end. As expected, you were feeling all of it. So which one do you like best?"
Despite Dayarin's order, the consultation took place in earnest.
Sirius, who had learned how to express himself, expressed his opinions without hesitation.
“I don't like this.”
"Oh, you don't like that. What's not to like about that?"
“The smell is mixed with a fishy smell that comes from the iron soaked in the blood.”
“That's right. It may feel that way because it contains a lot of iron. Then exclude these kinds of things as much as possible…….”
Although the metaphors were mind-boggling, the expressions were very precise.
Dearyn, who was holding her head in a half-stern expression, blinked and raised her head.
The masseuse seriously listened to Sirius's words and adjusted various things according to what he said.
It is important that the intention is expressed accurately, regardless of the expression used.
“What about this?”
"I hate."
“Yes, I understand. This is weaker than before.”
“Hate. More.”
“Yes, then there are things like that…….”
There were no kind words or beautiful expressions, but the masseuse I heard didn't mind at all.
'What.'
Deyarin discovered something wrong with her view of the Master.
Why do you need to be good at using flowery language?
Of course, most young people in the social world probably hide their toxicity behind their candy-coated words.
But whether he's hiding a poisoned needle or a poisoned arrow, Sirius is a man as strong as a steel armor.
Should I care?
If you don't want to spend your whole life hanging out in the social world and just going to parties and having fun, shouldn't you just be a cheap brat?
“It's not as if there aren't such young gentlemen.”
In fact, most young professors are cheap.
The “ideal world” of young gentlemen that many women dream of is just a friendly, well-mannered world.
‘……Was it my greed?’
Dayaren was shocked.
I wanted to raise my dog well so that he would be loved and live well wherever he went.
Well, it was a dog that lived like a military dog.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't become the naturally charming little dog I was.
'Show……. With a smile full of teeth, like a flower garden blooming behind your back, would you like to dance, beautiful lady like a flower? There is no master who does that....'
Deyarin accepted the truth bitterly.
True guidance would be to acknowledge our children's limitations and guide them in the direction that best suits their abilities.
Personally, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Deyarin's taste was for handsome, suave, flashy men.
* * *
Ceres, which started to be very popular among people, is changing day by day.
To add a little exaggeration, if you close your eyes for a moment and open them, a bright spot has actually been added.
If you close your eyes for a day, you won't even be able to recognize it when you open them.
“These are custom-made scissors. Would you like to check them out?”
The hairdresser triumphantly brought out a pair of scissors in front of Sirius.
Meanwhile, I was putting off work because I couldn't get a knife or scissors out in front of Sirius.
Although I was able to take care of my hair, I couldn't cut it, so today she finally came to tidy up Sirius' hair, which was growing into a mess.
Sirius examined the scissors carefully.
“Huh.”
Although it contains a blade, it looks unrecognizable from the outside.
At the very least, it seemed like it would be faster to hurt someone by throwing them than to hurt them with the blade.
They managed to create all this.
If you are in trouble, you will find the answer one way or another.
"Thank you! Then I'll go straight to straightening my hair."
The hairdresser was happy with the acceptance he finally received and straightened Sirius' hair.
Dyaren also watched with expectant eyes.
Now all you have to do is cut your hair and everything will be fine.
He still looked like a great master, but how much more perfect could he become?
The hairdresser's expectations exceeded Deyarin's expectations.
“It's finally today!”
Sirius was a young master whose character could not be denied, even if he had a dirty personality.
The master had a scruffy appearance as well as his personality.
He looked like a wild dog wandering in a field somewhere, not a master (surprisingly, this is the correct answer. Human senses are surprisingly precise).
She wondered why he lived this way with that face, but after realizing that it was because of his dirty personality, she gained a sense of purpose.
I'm going to somehow tame this hair with my hands.
Today was the day to finally see the results.
“Why are you doing that?”
But the hairdresser held Sirius by the hair and looked at him for several minutes.
I asked Dayarin what the problem was.
"Should I cut this off too or not? I'm so worried."
“……What’s different?”
“It's different! Very different! Now see? If you don't cut it, the area around your eyes will be a little covered and your eyes will look wet, but if you cut it, your eyes will be exposed like this and the pupils will be highlighted, right? It becomes a sharp look. What a difference this little thing makes!”
Dearyn looked serious.
"I don't know."
“…….”
“How can you not recognize this!”
The hairdresser beat her chest in frustration at not being understood.
“Then……if possible, look carefully…….”
There were only two options: wet or sharp, but Deyarin asked for a third option just in case.
The hairdresser froze at her new order.
“Okay……I’ll just give it a try.”
The hairdresser was boasting that anyone in the world could become anything if they had the magic of hair.
However, there are still human limitations.
Isn't it the level of divine power that makes Ceres look so good?....
However, I didn't let my professional pride stop me from giving up.
“But since you're sleek and without a beard, I think it won't be a problem to maintain a clean appearance... just.”
The hairdresser applied foundation the entire time while working.
“……Of course. You don’t have a beard?”
Dearyn herself is not a man, so she couldn't pay attention yet.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Sirius shave his beard since he came to this palace.
I taught him how to wash his face and brush his teeth, and he is in good condition, but I did not teach him how to shave his beard.
Anyone who cannot bathe properly before being taught cannot risk their life to shave their beard.
Sirius's chin had been smooth from the beginning until now, without a trace of hair.
“Do you have the constitution not to grow a beard?”
I've never heard of someone with that kind of constitution, but that's all I can think of.
I'm sure he's not young enough to not grow a beard.
“Didn't you have an operation to prevent beard growth?”
“Is there such a procedure?”
Being a priest is a job that is far from concerned with appearance.
According to rumors, there are all kinds of cosmetic surgeries, such as skin whitening, lip reddening, etc., but I have not tried them or actually seen them.
“Yes, there is. Some people do it because they find shaving uncomfortable, others do it because they don’t want to leave a bluish spot on their skin.”
"correct……."
Dearyn nodded in astonishment.
“Didn't he dye his hair too?”
"hair?"
"Yes, it's hard for him to produce hair so naturally black that it absorbs light like that. So, from the first time I saw him, I thought he had this procedure done."
Sirius has been like this ever since I first met him.
This wasn't something she could answer, but naturally D'Earren looked at Sirius.
“As for the beard, this was done in batches for cleanliness, and as for the hair, I don’t know.”
"Yes? The beard...? Where...?"
Sirius answered the question very frankly.
"Eat the beard! In large quantities! You say it's done!"
It was not revealed to the people in this palace that Sirius was a member of the Eighth Division.
If this becomes known, these people's lives could be in danger.
Diarine quickly intervened and took care of the situation.
Although I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be done this way, the manager said “oh, yeah” and continued working.
There must be something deeper going on.
There is nothing good about interfering in the deep private lives of nobles.
"Anyway, I heard it's hard to change hair color after the treatment is done. It costs a lot of money, and you don't know if it will work or not... especially the dark color."
“That’s… fine.”
Maybe because it was her specialty, the hairdresser told me things I didn't even ask.
Dearyn got a hint from those words.
It was poetry.
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