# 42
Up until now, Dearyn had been doing this and that, trying to solve the spell on Sirius' memories one way or another.
As a result of studying anatomy, I found that touching the head is dangerous no matter where or how it is touched.
If you do it wrong, he may not be able to use his body, his memories may become more distorted, and in the worst cases, you may become a disabled person.
I couldn't turn someone who was living a normal life into ruin just to restore their memories.
Instead, she touched a part of the head that wasn't too dangerous to touch… She was just pouring divine power into his scalp.
"But your scalp is really strong. Normally, if you touch your hair color, your scalp will be damaged, but there are five hairs growing from each pore. It's also very thick."
Deyarin felt lonely for no reason.
“With this level, you will never have to worry about hair loss for the rest of your life.”
Another function of divine power was discovered in this way.
If one day I can't do my job as a priestess or have to starve, I'll have to use that then.
It is a divine power that prevents hair loss.
If this ability became known while belonging to the temple, Darren would be absorbed by divine power alive and her life would be short-lived.
“Well, now I understand what it means for the head to receive the face, instead of the face to receive the hair.”
When Sirius stopped growling, the hairdresser began to use her trademark eloquence to his heart's content.
Sirius got loud sometimes and his impression became harsh, but he didn't care.
Perhaps because the other person was completely relaxed, Sirius was also upset, but he did not throw a mirror or hit the person with a chair.
“Ah, I've been asked to discuss matters regarding the schedule with the priestess, but is it possible for me to have some time off next week?”
The general administration of the palace was the responsibility of Deyarin.
It was so because Robin couldn't manage the palace by going every day.
Since everyone was good at doing their own things, Deyarin usually had nothing to worry about.
“Are you on vacation?”
“Yes, next week will be the festival commemorating the birth of His Highness the Second Prince. I want to see the festival for one day...”
“Does he have a birthday celebration?”
Racleon has been at war all this time.
Although battles only occurred on the front lines, the war's impact on the economy and society as a whole was widespread.
Someone's sons and daughters were dying on the front lines, but there was no mood to have a festival, play or eat.
So, except for a few traditional seasonal festivals, there were almost no major festivals.
But the prince's birthday?
This was a bit strange.
Neither the National Foundation Day nor the Emperor's Birthday, nor the “Prince's” Birthday Festival have ever been held before.
“Yes. It is said that the war is over and that there are festivals all week. I heard that the Imperial Family is giving us free food and even organizing a parade.”
“Aha…”
It's a festival.
Deyarin had never seen a festival before.
Seeing the festival is something that parents may need to pay attention to and take their children to see.
When I was young, I grew up not knowing what a holiday was, and after going to temple, I just went to work.
Festivals where many people gathered were an ideal opportunity to advertise shrines.
They decorate the priests luxuriously, bestow upon them some divine power, or scatter food in the name of the ruler.
As a result, Dayarin did not have the opportunity to enjoy the festival like ordinary people.
“Let's try to adjust the schedule.”
"Thank you!"
Is this good?
The hairdresser's reaction, who was eager to go out and have fun, was unusual.
Diaren did not feel any excitement from the word about the festival.
* * *
"Then I'll see you in five days. Everyone, have a good time and rest well."
After consulting with Robin, we decided to take a vacation for the entire palace.
People needed rest, and Sirius needed rest.
Even though I'm used to people, it doesn't mean I don't really care.
Even if it's not Ceres, everyone gets tired when they notice people's attention.
Dearyn was also a bit tired of living in a palace where she had to constantly improve herself as a priestess.
But there was a place she hated more than the palace.
It was also a face-to-face meeting with the High Priest.
Diaren gathered the letter, threw it on the floor, and lay down on the bed.
After staying with Sirius, his behavior became more aggressive.
This cannot be done in the temple.
It was a place where even the smallest visible mistake was pointed out like a knife.
“I'm fine, so why are you asking me to see you?...”
Dearyn rolled over on the bed and groaned.
However, it has already been decided to go to the temple.
I was in a situation where I had to go.
"Sirius, you'll be fine alone, right?"
The palace seemed to have been completely emptied of people, and there was nothing to protect Sirius from things that might disturb him.
However, I felt uneasy about going out alone, not with the fainted Sirius, but with the sober Sirius alone.
"no."
“……What if I say it’s not me? I should think about seeing if you’re okay.”
“Why?”
"I hate."
You can hate him just because you hate him.
Is there really a reason not to like him?
Sirius' recklessness had good reason, too.
Sirius raised his head in Dearen's lament.
“I also feel more comfortable being with Mr. Sirius.”
“No. There are things people must do even if they don’t want to do them. Sirius, you did what Unit Eight asked of you to survive. You are currently training as a master.”
Sirius was the one who lived as he was told, whether he liked it or not.
In my entire life, I have rarely done or chosen something because I liked it.
Only recently have I finally realized what I like and don't like, and have learned to make requests based on my picky tastes.
But in the end, it was just a small option within a narrow range.
Sirius was not given a choice about the direction of his life.
“Training is good now.”
"Okay? I'm happy. But I have to go to the temple to be with Master Sirius."
“…….”
Even if you don't like it, there are things you have to put up with for good.
Sirius said no more.
"Okay, I'll be back. Is Mr. Sirius taking care of himself?"
The more you crush it, the harder it is to get it off.
After making her decision, Dearyn jumped up from her seat.
I had also discussed my trip to the temple with Robin in advance.
It's a short trip that only takes half the afternoon, but it means leaving Sirius alone.
“It may be safe to knock them out or sedate them.”
“But that's a bit……wouldn't it be better to just have a leash?”
“There will be limits to material things.”
“But on the other hand, if there is a threat to Mr. Sirius, who will stop him?”
‘Ah.’
They both had a lot of fears.
Stop Sirius and stop other people who hurt Sirius.
Both were problems.
Even after the latest assassination attempt, attempts, large and small, continued.
In most cases, they were caught by Sirius at the entrance without any effort.
However, he did not stop.
It is said that it is clear that there is a force targeting Ceres, but Robin also said that it is difficult to track them precisely.
It was also difficult to leave Sirius alone in such a state.
So this is how I finally came up with it.
“Attachment space.”
Sirius felt safe with Dearyn, so she decided to give him her bedroom instead.
“You can lie down.”
Dearyn placed Sirius on her bed and covered him with a blanket up to his chin.
As I patted his blanketed chest, Sirius rolled his eyes and I looked at Dearyn.
The hands holding the blanket tightly were menacing, with swollen joints and tendons, but their movements were extremely pathetic, like those of a child about to be abandoned.
“I will definitely come back. If possible, just lie here quietly, and even if a murderer comes, the guards outside will deal with him, so just stay……if possible.”
Sirius nodded uneasily.
Dearyn also thought that it would not be easy, but at the moment she had no choice but to trust Sirius.
"Don't go out. Stay here?"
Even when Diaren closed the door, she applied several times.
Even before he closed the door for the last time, Sirius didn't take his eyes off Dearen.
Dearyn's unwavering gaze was interrupted by the door, and she felt uncomfortable, as if something was disturbed.
'Oh....'
I had no idea that getting out all at once would be this difficult.
It was difficult to be separated from Sirius, but it was also difficult for Dearyn herself to be separated from Sirius.
It's a big deal.
I think I've already become attached.
When we were together, I thought it was boring, but when I tried to leave, I couldn't leave easily.
“But when you send it, you have to send it accurately.”
From the beginning, Sirius and Dearaen's lives were contradictory.
Cerys, an orphan, and Diarin, the daughter of a nobleman.
Ceres lived as a warrior, and Dearaine lived as a priestess.
Ceres, who will live as a noble lord, and Dearyn, who will continue to live as a slave to the ruler.
There was no connection between the two lives.
Affection should not be attached to a fleeting relationship.
Deyarin put a pause in her mind and turned around.
The cycle felt heavy, as if there was a hole in my chest.
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