# 50
Sirius was planning to leave Darren in the alley and then quickly go buy what he needed.
But Sirius, carrying Dearyn on his back, walked confidently towards the booth.
"You're welcome! Would you like to have one Racho?"
"……What?"
The stall owner welcomed the customer, smiling clearly.
It was someone he had never seen before.
The booth was not present on the battlefield. It's clearly an unfamiliar place.
However, Sirius approached without showing any worry, carrying Dearyn, and stood before him.
He did not respond to the stall owner's greeting, but he did not show any complaint either.
'Hmm? 'Good, it's our dog!'
Dearyn was surprised by Sirius's calm demeanor, and continued to look at his face from the side as he walked.
When Sirius felt the stares, he turned around.
“!”
suddenly.
Their breaths were very close to each other.
It was so close that Sirius' arm, supporting Dearyn's leg, trembled slightly from the impact.
Of course, Dayaren was deeply surprised as well.
"Oh, oh, oh. Are you on a date during the festival?"
"no!"
Deyarin desperately refused in the face of the stall owner's enthusiasm.
However, the stall owner did not take the matter seriously.
“Oh my goodness, how did these two beautiful people meet each other! They fit together so well, it's so nice to see them together.”
“Ah, not……”
“You're shy! Oh, even though you're not officially together yet, you're thinking about starting a relationship from today, right? Don't hesitate about such things. Time is short, and if you waste your time hesitating, the good time won't last long.”
The stall owner was amazing. Although he did not receive a clear answer, he poured out a huge amount of talk in a short time.
“……Please, give me the food quickly.”
Diyarin decided to abandon the excuses and choose to leave quickly. Sirius seemed to agree with Dearyn's thinking, and he quickened his steps as soon as Dearyn received the food.
“……Among the people I have met so far, he is the most talkative and the quickest, isn’t he?”
"……Yes."
"……Me too."
It was an experience that almost made her lose her mind. If Dearyn felt that way, what about Sirius? Fortunately, Sirius looked like he was about to lose his mind, but he didn't look like he was going to explode.
“Wait a minute, let me get down. Let’s go eat.”
Dearyn got off Sirius's back, and she had to get down carefully because she was carrying a large amount of food in her hands.
"Help yourself."
Dearyn held out one of the treats to Sirius. Sirius received the food two doors away without thinking.
What was sold at the stall was a mixture of fruits, chocolate and bread, with syrup poured over it.
“This is called racho, and it is completely different from the food you ate in the palace. It is very sweet. Normally you don’t eat it, but on special days like this, when the stall is held, we eat it all at once… Ordinary people.”
When she was little, she craved this food whenever she saw a stall being set up. Now, she can buy it with her own money without having anyone buy it for her. She would also like to try feeding Sirius out of it.
“Maybe it is not necessary for a master to know everything about the world, but it is always better to have additional experience, right?”
The world that Ceres had experienced so far was very limited. All his memories were of battlefields. Even the experiences he obtained in the palace were by no means sufficient.
“I agree. Experience is important even in battle.”
...look at this. The master was supposed to have flowers on his mind instead of battlefields. Although these are the conversations people expect from being a member of Unit 8, it's not that different from going from a crazy battle dog to a circus dog.
'It shouldn't end like this!'
She couldn't bear to see herself, who had worked so hard to make a person, treated like a dog by others.
“Okay, try it.”
"Yes."
Since the food is from the kiosk, there is no risk of toxins directed at two people. In fact, it was safer to eat than food in the palace.
Sirius took a large bite, his face showing complex emotions. The food was sweet beyond the word “sweet.”
“Is it sweet?”
"……Yes."
“It doesn't taste exceptionally delicious or anything, does it?”
“?”
Sirius wondered about that question and tilted his head. Although it was overly sweet, sweetness was a good thing for him. His only experience with sweetness was the juice that seeped from tree roots or the honey he tasted from flowers.
“It's usually eaten with this taste. But since it smells so sweet, it's hard to get past it even if the taste seems simple, you know?”
“?”
Sirius didn't understand what Dearyn was saying and continued eating the rest with a quick swallow.
This sight bored Deyarin. She was thinking about leaving the rest of her food.
“You can stop eating now.”
“I can keep eating.”
“If you take one bite, that's enough.”
“Why?”
“……why, you mean…….”
There was no particular reason other than that this is what everyone does. Finding a specific reason for this was difficult.
“Usually, kids beg to buy this food because of its smell, and when they buy it, they just take one bite and throw it away, so mothers don't buy it.”
So, it was just an attempt to taste the luxury of adulthood…
“Mom, buy me that!”
“You're just going to take one bite and then throw it away, right? This food is just sweet.”
"Oh, mom. At festivals, that's part of the fun. Even if you leave some, it adds to the memories. Wouldn't you rather leave a sweet memory instead?"
Deyarin heard the voices of people passing by. Finally, the child held Racho in his hand.
Dearyn smiled as she watched the scene.
“Did you like that?”
"Yes!"
The child is sure to leave some food. Despite spending money in vain, the mother was smiling as she held the child's hand and walked with him. The child's face reflected happiness beyond the sweetness he felt.
“If you've stopped eating, let's go...”
As he ate the sweet, Sirius's once weak spiritual powers gradually began to return to him. When Dearyn opened her mouth to suggest returning to the palace, she suddenly noticed that Sirius' hand was empty and froze in place.
“……?Where did he go?”
“In my stomach.”
“…your stomach?”
“I ate it.”
Sirius looked at Dearyn as if wondering the question. There were crumbs of sugar stuck to the corner of his mouth, as evidence of his words.
“You ate all of it? All of it?”
"Yes."
Whew, it looks like someone is eating Racho whole at his place. The matter did not stop there, but Sirius was also looking at what was in Deyarin's hand.
“…Do you want to take some?”
"Yes."
“Yes, if it's delicious, you should eat it… No, wait.”
Instead of taking the food Dearyn offered, Sirius took her hand and raised it directly to his mouth. Granted, it wasn't something he was unusual for, but it was in a public place where people were passing by.
Deyarin felt confused and started looking around. However, the people on the street didn't seem to care much about who was feeding the other. Meanwhile, Sirius ate all the Rachu that Dearyn had left.
“……You seem to be enjoying the food.”
...Haha. Anyway, he ate everything, including the toxic substances that looked like food she had made herself.
As Sirius enjoyed the food, Dearyn's excitement increased for no reason. She had decided to go out today to provide Sirius with various experiences of the world. Her personal desires were just a side matter…
“Sirius, would you like to try this too?”
"Yes."
Dearyn knew that Sirius didn't mind unfamiliar places or people, but rather the challenge was the carriage. Sirius accepted everything Deyarin offered him.
“I want three, please.”
“Yes, thank you!”
This time, Deyarin received the meat skewers. One she ate herself, and two she gave to Sirius. Sirius was still enjoying the food, which increased the spending, but the weight of the empty wallet made her feel no remorse.
'When I was giving money to my mother, I felt resentful,'
Dyaren thought.
'But there is money I don't feel sorry for spending.'
Diaren discovered something new about herself; Money that had seemed so precious to her became unimportant when it came to bringing pleasure to Sirius. I felt a natural urge to spend more.
“Five more!”
Deyarin boldly chose the path of extravagance. In any case, there would be no worry about the priestess going hungry. If there is a desire for luxury through personal ambitions, that is another thing, but there is no fear of hunger.
“Sirius, do you want something else to eat?”
"What is this?"
But Sirius was more curious about what Dearren was offering than the food itself.
"This? Money?"
Diaren lifted the money that had disappeared from her pocket, and showed how much of it was left.
Today, Diarine decided to spend freely! It wouldn't have been a problem if her pockets were completely empty. However, Sirius seemed to be curious about the money.
"……What?"
Suddenly, a question mark appeared in Deyarin's mind. Doesn't Sirius know about money?
...it's strange.
In fact, even on battlefields, money changes hands. Despite the atmosphere of war, merchants gather, perhaps because the places separating life from death make people spend money more easily. (Even Dearyn herself bought a comb in dismay after seeing so much blood.)
The eighth unit was a special unit. This means that everything related to food, sleep and clothing is controlled centrally. In addition, the members of Unit Eight were people who had undergone special training. Perhaps if they undergo memory scanning procedures, they may not even know what money is.
However, money cannot be ignored for the “Master.”
'Even my brother!'
Dyaren thought about that scum who refused to even call him her brother, and she clenched her fists tightly. Even that scumbag, despite being a fool, lives a lavish life, flaunting the title of nobility.
‘What is our dog missing from that person?
Yes, he doesn't know much about worldly matters, has a small vocabulary, lacks social intelligence, and can lose control and get people hurt if not watched. He is also so worried that he cannot live without a priest. But, it can be taught about money. Teaching people about money is one of the easiest things in the world.'
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