# 79
Deyarin silently held her breath. The words that came out of Sirius' mouth were much stronger than she expected.
“Hair color...death...”
“…”
Sirius kept saying the same thing over and over again. Hair color, death. It meant that returning the original hair color would lead to death.
'Death?'
This was not a passing threat or an exaggerated statement, but rather a statement of a real fear of death.
Sirius's voice was laced with a deep fear of death. He had endured on battlefields where death and killing were a part of life. The death that everyone feared was, paradoxically, his simplest fear. But now, Sirius fears death.
'Memories?'
In Diaren's mind, threads began to connect. Before Sirius joined the Eighth Division, his memories were blocked, and that too was through magic. Magic can interfere with other magic even if not intentionally. Ceres is trapped in two types of magic.
Memories and poetry. It was clear that there was a relationship between them. Sirius had felt an instinctive terror whenever his memories were brought up, and now his reaction was similar, if only a little more severe. This confirmed that Ceres' hair was closely linked to his memories.
“Aww…!”
However, this was not the time to dig for the truth. Sirius was in great pain. Deyarin quickly rushed to embrace him and calm him down.
“Stop, stop. It's okay.”
“Oh…”
"You don't need to do that. It's okay. I'm sorry."
“Oh…ha…”
Sirius was panting as he buried his face into Dearyn's chest.
It was then that Deyarin realized firsthand how difficult and painful it was for Sirius to recover memories.
Yes, what's the point of rushing into it? Let's go slowly.
The most important thing now was for Sirius not to suffer.
Dearyn patted his back and let out a deep breath, calming the atmosphere between them.
“Oh…, breathe out. Oh…”
“He, he... oh...”
Sirius followed Dearyn's breathing and little by little he began to calm down.
His back, which had been shaking violently, was gradually returning to its normal state.
Dearyn took a quick glance at Sirius.
His pale face was gradually returning to normal.
How hard it was for him.
Deyarin felt very sad as she repeatedly stroked his hair and back.
“I'm not going to change our baby's hair color. Is everything else okay?”
"……Yes……."
Sirius answered with difficulty.
Black hair is also beautiful. Black hair color will not cause any problems in high society.
What is the importance of hair color? Sirius has an undeniably handsome face.
“Okay, now shall we go take a shower and make it shiny and pretty?”
“Dyaren...”
“Come on, let's go first.”
Dearyn hurried towards the bathroom, stopping Sirius from continuing to complain.
Although hesitant, Sirius followed Dearren as she led him.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, we decided to leave the hair color as is for a while.”
“Okay, I get it.”
It was expected that this would require a lengthy explanation.
But it was no longer just a simple response.
'Oh, right. 'I am also noble.'
Then Diaren realized her situation.
She has been a priestess for so long that humility and apology have become a habit.
Because she was a priestess, people cared for her and supported her, but in return, she often had to pretend to be less than others.
Especially when you didn't behave the way people expected, there had to be a reason for that.
But the nobles were different.
If they wanted something they did it, if they didn't they didn't.
They had the right to act as they pleased, based on their mood.
Like when she wakes up at 2 a.m. to ask the cook to make a cake, but then decides she's too tired to eat it and goes back to sleep.
'I have to be more aware.'
It wasn't just about raising Sirius as a master.
Now, since Dayaren would be living together in the Imperial Palace, she had to act like a noble enough girl so that people wouldn't notice.
“Okay, Sirius, take good care of yourself.”
“Dyaren!”
Sirius grabbed Dearyn's arm in frustration.
“Oh? Yes?”
“I don't want to be alone.”
“Ah…”
Dearyn rolled her eyes.
At the palace, Dearyn used to be by Sirius' side so he could get used to being taken care of.
But this is not the castle, but the palace.
The caregivers were not just glued to the room.
Inside the castle, there was no place for news to leak out, so they didn't have to worry about glances or rumors, and they could stay with Sirius freely.
But right now, there were eyes and ears everywhere.
She was in a strange situation, “a friend came to the palace to offer condolences after parting and share a room.”
There were ways to justify this, such as claiming that they grew up together as brother and sister.
“But sharing a bathroom together is not acceptable.”
There was no room for an apology here.
Who in this world showers with a friend of the opposite sex?
No, even same-sex friends find it weird.
Dearyn tried to push away Sirius's hand that was holding her tightly.
“I'll wait outside.”
"no."
But Sirius held Darren's hand tightly and did not let go.
He used more force than usual, so Dearyn couldn't escape.
Sirius didn't care about the looks around him at all.
The embarrassment was only causing trouble for Deyarin.
If this continues, the maids will get their relationship wrong, which will make Sirius' image of success in society, and their beautiful romance, all evaporate.
“Why is he doing this?... Have his feelings of separation become more intense?”
Deyarin said with an embarrassed smile, intending to be audible to the people around them.
“He's now in a crazy state because of his breakup hurt, so he's clinging to me.”
She hoped the maids would think like that.
“Don't go. Diarren, stay with me.”
"Hello."
In the end, Deyarin flatly refused.
She was used to fulfilling his desires all the time.
You should have taught him how to handle rejection when the other doesn't want anything.
Although it was late, now was the right time.
When Dearyn pointedly refused, Sirius seemed shocked and opened his eyes wide.
“…Do you hate it?”
“Yes. I don’t like you staying with me even in the bathroom.”
“You hate that……?”
Sirius looked so shocked that he started stuttering.
Is it surprising that you say “no”?
When she thought about it, she realized that Dearyn had never rejected Sirius before.
The word “no” was usually associated with him.
Diarine was saying “don’t” and “don’t go.”
“Dyaren, do you hate staying with me?”
Sirius asked unsteadily, as if he was going to lose his balance from the shock.
It touched my heart more than it caused anger.
Until I began to have reasonable doubts about whether he had learned how to deal with Dearren.
When he's angry, there's some genuine concern and sympathy in his looks, but when it comes to feeling compassion, it's more sincere and caring.
He seems to know what he's doing, but that's no excuse; Because feeling pity is one thing, and adhering to his opinion is another.
It's not like he's asking me to swim across the sea.
All he was required to do was get into the warm water, and there was no danger of drowning if Deyarin wasn't with him.
Now he knows he can be alone with strangers too.
Darren smiled and shook her head.
“Yes. I don’t want to.”
“……”
It was as if he was buried under piles of stones, solemnly silent.
The sound of drops of bathroom steam falling like rain, flowing hesitantly.
Everyone was hiding under their breath, silent.
Even the sound of clothes moving was not audible.
Dearyn was waiting impatiently to know how Sirius would act, her heart beating with tension.
“Then I won't do that either.”
“I will prevent dirty Sirius from approaching.”
This was easy to answer.
Sirius frowned, his brows furrowed as he stared at Dearyn.
But the one person who knew that this dog didn't bite him like it bit others didn't care about his pretend fangs.
'once again? What will you say next?'
Deyarin gestured with her head as if telling him to come.
“My home is also dirty.”
…Why do I feel like this being has become a literal dirty existence just because he used the same word?
Dayaren felt annoyed for a moment and almost responded to him.
“Dearen is also dirty. Dearen should wash.”
This was Sirius's confused logic.
If Dearen was dirty, it meant she had to take a bath with him, like this.
However, Deyarin was not going to let herself slip easily.
“I'll get taken care of after Sirius gets taken care of.”
In this place, Diarin was also the daughter of Nabil.
It didn't make sense for Sirius to get groomed while she ignored herself and casually beautified her appearance.
Charlotte pledged to provide all possible support to Darian.
It's not just about wearing a great dress.
True uniqueness comes from the tips of the fingers, the soles of the feet, and the hair.
Dearyn was planning to get taken care of after Sirius got her first.
“Let's take care together.”
“Don't talk unreasonable things.”
Dearyn laughed in amazement.
“You have the body of a young adult with three legs, even if you are a dog in your heart, we can’t shower together.”
In the world, there is something called morality and etiquette.
I thought I had taught him everything, but it seemed there was still a lot to teach him.
However, it was nice that the dog could think of a new way like this.
Sirius did not give up trying, despite Diarin's refusal, and turned to the waiting audience.
"Not possible?"
“Yes, it can.”
“?!”
What? maybe?
The smile faded from Deyarin's face.
Why?
Even the person who answered her looked at her with a face devoid of a smile.
“If you want, we should do it.”
“……Oh……”
It wasn't a great thing, even if it was a great thing, we should do it if you want it. This was the way it was done.
Dearyn felt shocked again.
Why don't you know anything about the life of nobles?
Coincidences aside, Sirius, living by nature, seemed more noble than she.
'A life where the world adapts to you!'
This was the life of the nobility.
Hema: Those who did not understand in the end, the audience said it is possible, and Sirius said, “Come on, Deyaren can’t talk.”
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