# 48
When the driver saw the two people coming, he greeted them happily and started talking first.
“Hello! Are you going to Festival Street?”
"Yes!"
“Go ahead and ride! If you leave now, you will arrive exactly at the time of the Second Prince’s procession!”
The horse carriage appeared to be actively seeking out leisure customers.
“Does the procession take place at night?”
“Yes, today will be at night.”
"wow!"
Deyarin clapped her hands and jumped with joy. Not being part of the ceremonies as a priestess, she didn't need to hide her excitement.
“Let's go up quickly, quickly.”
Dearyn was so excited that she quickly pulled Sirius up and onto the carriage. Sirius didn't have time to think about what was going on. Everything happened quickly, and he had no chance to hesitate or be apprehensive about getting into an unfamiliar carriage. As soon as the driver closed the carriage door, it seemed as if everything was over.
“Okay, we'll go now.”
The driver's voice was faint.
The sound of the whipping of the whip and the neighing of the horses, and the sound of the carriage wheels starting to turn slowly with a slight creak. Dearyn was humming a musical note, then suddenly turned to check on Sirius.
This was the first moment he left the palace. Although Sirius was reassuring himself that he would be fine, no one knew what the situation would actually be like.
"Sirius, how are you? Are you okay?"
Sirius nodded calmly. Fortunately, there wasn't much difference from when he was inside the palace with Dearen by his side.
The strange city view flowed from the carriage window.
The carriage was accelerating and making its way quickly.
The sounds were repeated: Duff Duff... Duff Duff!
The sound of the horses' energetic hooves, the sound of the carriage wheels turning, and the sound of the old carriage wood creaking.
The sounds weren't terribly annoying, but to Sirius, they were unusually intrusive in his ear.
“...Sirius?”
Dearyn's voice suddenly entered Sirius's consciousness, who was immersed in those voices.
Sirius took a deep breath, as if he had run a short distance, and began to sweat. His breathing was quickening.
"Sirius, wait a minute. Look at me."
Dearyn felt alarmed by the unnatural atmosphere, and grabbed both of Sirius' cheeks to make him look at her. But Sirius' eyes continued to stare out of the carriage.
The sounds were repeated: daf daf daf... daf daf daf.
Thick smoke.
The sound of laughter disturbs the ears.
“Huh...”
The sounds were repeated: daf daf daf... daf daf daf. It was harsh and loud, as if beating the heart.
The heat of Dearyn's hand on his cheek was the only feeling connecting Sirius to reality.
"Sirius? You don't seem to be feeling well."
“…Huh.”
Sirius bowed his head and began breathing heavily. He held Darren's hand tightly to keep it close to him.
Why is this happening?
Sirius had learned to control his sensitive senses to a great extent. He could now ignore annoying sounds if he heard them, or tolerate them if they were annoying. He was confident about his body's changes.
'But, why?'
His body was shaking unbearably. The car's vibrations were penetrating deep into his body, as if they were planted in every cell.
"Sirius? Try to stay conscious."
Sirius held D'Arren's voice and her hand, trying with difficulty to hold on. He shouldn't have passed out here; He had to endure.
Sirius's trembling was also noticeable to Dearyn. Deyarin's face froze in worry.
“Huh, huh...”
Sirius was panting and sucking in air through his mouth. He was trying to hold back something bubbling up inside him, making his back tremble. The situation was not good.
“Stop the cart for a moment!”
Diarin shouted to the driver. The driver didn't know why, but he stopped the car immediately.
"What's wrong? Are you not used to the cart? Do you feel dizzy?"
“Hah… huh…!”
Sirius couldn't reply. He was panting hard, and was unable to close his mouth, making saliva drip out of it.
Dearyn wondered if stopping might help him calm down, but Sirius' condition was getting worse. It seems that the problem is not in the movement of the cart itself. Maybe he was feeling uncomfortable with the carriage in general.
“Let's get down.”
Dearyn opened the carriage door and pulled Sirius out.
Sirius was panting heavily, blowing air out of his mouth, and followed Dearren wherever she led him. Although they entered the city center, they were far from the main street where the celebrations were being held.
Dearyn took Sirius to a nearby alley. The alley was dark, narrow, and quiet. The sounds of celebration were getting closer, but they were still as distant as the sounds of nocturnal insects.
“Breathe deeply... Everything's okay, everything's okay.”
The alley was as dark as night. Dearyn supposed that this dark, cramped place might be more comfortable after the sudden commotion that had befallen Sirius in the carriage.
“Huh, huh…!”
But Ceres' instability has not subsided. Rather, his condition worsened. Dearyn was starting to feel worried, too. They were outside the palace now, a few steps away from the street where the celebrations were being held.
If it gets any worse, it could cause a serious mess, which could lead to serious damage.
'Did I make a mistake?'
Things have become more comfortable lately. Perhaps Deyarin had let her guard down after feeling some relief recently.
If any problem occurs, the responsibility will be quite clear on them. It is not just a matter of responsibility; But it would be a disaster.
Enormous harm could be caused to people other than Ceres, and things could reach the level of massacres.
"Sirius, you need to regain consciousness. Sirius!"
“Huh, huh…!”
Dearyn began to surround Sirius with her body as she usually did, pumping her sacred powers into his body. However, Ceres' condition did not improve at all.
“It's different than it usually is.”
'Is he afraid?'
“…Everything is fine.”
Dearyn moved firmly towards Sirius, pressing his body harder.
“Huh...”
'Why, what's the reason...'
Now was not the time to look for reasons. Dearyn increased the flow of her sacred powers as she calmed Sirius.
“Uh...no...ah...”
“Sirius...”
It was desperate because every attempt at relief was unsuccessful.
“Oh, no, no...”
Dearyn pulled up Sirius' collapsed body and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Sirius was unable to stand properly, and fell to the ground.
Sirius couldn't even hear Dearyn's voice. His empty eyes reflected nothing.
Sirius's empty eyes, which looked like those of a dead person, were only filled with pain. Dayarin felt deep fear.
The fear was not of losing control, but of the depth of the exposed wounds. The open skin was showing red flesh, very painful. He looked like he would collapse and never be able to get back up.
M.M.: A metaphor for his internal wounds
“…Sirius, no. Regain consciousness.”
Dearyn spoke in a shaky voice, hoping that her words would reach Sirius. She did not stop stroking his face, neck and shoulders, massaging him and praying for him.
Dearyn sincerely hoped that Sirius would escape this fear that had taken hold of his entire body. She wanted nothing more than that at this moment.
“Sirius.”
Deyarin called him eagerly. It didn't require divine powers. At this moment, it was enough for Sirius to realize that she was there by his side.
“Huh...!”
Sirius groaned in Dearyn's arms, searching the depths of his memory for anything familiar. The sound of the cart shaking was repeated: Duff, Duff... Duff, Duff.
The shaking of the carriage was still felt.
In foggy memories, Sirius was desperately being pushed by the cart. His eyes were covered, and all he could hear was sounds.
“How should I deal with you, handsome noble?”
A rough voice was scratching the throat.
A harsh, annoying laugh, like the sound of phlegm.
Severe pain as if the bones in his body were disintegrating.
He was hit so hard that he couldn't even make a moan.
Even casual touches made him panic with terrible violence.
The cart shook repeatedly: thump, thump...
“No, no...”
There was something that had to be done. There was a place to get to. He couldn't continue like this.
However, Sirius could do nothing but continue to shake.
“Give him the medicine, quickly.”
The bridle that was blocking his mouth was removed so he could take the medicine. The medicine bottle was pushed into his open mouth, which was trying to scream.
A foul odor quickly spread over his entire body, filling his head until it became like smoke.
“Rest well, nobleman. A new life will begin afterward.”
The sound of faint laughter.
The power was separated from his body, and he was unable to move a single finger.
Even with his eyes covered, the darkness returned to envelop him.
“Ah…”
“Hello, nobleman. What is your name?”
A name that will soon have no value after memory is erased.
They were just questions for fun.
“C…s…?”
“What? C? C what? Did you hear?”
“Si what? The name is so long that I can’t remember it. It seems really noble.”
But he was not given a chance to repeat the name twice.
Darkness came, a moment when Sirius' life was completely transformed.
“Huh, huh!”
The carriage's vibrations still echoed in his head.
tambourine tambourine…
The sound that brought back the memory was the first experience of violence in Sirius' life. It was a very short memory, like a fleeting glimpse.
M.M.: And here we confirmed that Sirius is noble
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