# 53
The second prince's birthday parade was reminiscent of an army parade.
The Royal Family's Christmas parade is usually lavish, with flowers, dancers and clowns at the front.
However, the second prince's birthday parade started from the beginning with solemn music.
The cavalry divisions advanced first.
“Wow! It seems that the Second Prince is participating in the procession as well!”
“The army that stormed Sorbin Castle first was the Second Prince’s army, wasn’t it?”
“So, technically speaking, it was the Second Prince’s army that ended the war, right?”
“It is said that the Eighth Unit had a major role, but… in the end, the one who put the last point was the Second Prince’s Army… So, weren’t they the ones who ended the war?”
“So, what did Unit Eight do?”
Dayarin listened intently to the conversations of the people that came to her from time to time.
Words relating to Sirius particularly caught her attention.
'What did Unit Eight do? You have defeated all enemies.'
Although it was a crazy unit, its accomplishments were huge.
But obviously, the brilliant appearance of the Second Prince's Army made people naturally inclined to appreciate that army's achievements.
Dearyn was puffing her lips disapprovingly.
Although the Second Prince's army was not completely ineffective, he felt that the achievements of the Eighth Unit had been hijacked.
“Waaaa!”
“Long live His Highness the Second Prince!”
As the procession passed, money and bread were thrown.
With this display, it seemed as if the Second Prince was the only one who went to war, which excited people.
“Wow! Your Highness!”
The cavalry teams passed, and then the second prince appeared on a chariot drawn by twelve horses.
The moment when Dayaren saw the Second Prince's face was short, but even in that short moment, the eyes were focused intensely, making the prince's face stick in the memory.
'What?'
The Second Prince had some resemblance to the Third Prince Sevian, although their mother was different.
It seemed that the royal blood was very strong.
But it wasn't just that.
'Have you seen this before?'
He had a familiar impression.
Deyarin tried to remember the details as she stared.
If she had even met him on the battlefield, she would certainly have remembered him.
How can we forget hair that reflects the colors of the rainbow under the lights of a night fire?
But no memories came to her mind.
“Long live His Highness the Second Prince!”
People's chants continued even after the procession ended.
There was huge popularity for the Second Prince, so much so that the title seemed insignificant in comparison.
The Emperor had not yet appointed the Crown Prince.
Perhaps the Second Prince was aware of this, so he was seeking to attract attention with this major event.
'What is the third prince doing?'
Suddenly, Dayarin had the idea of Third Prince Sevyan.
If the Second Prince was appointed Crown Prince, Sivian's position would become extremely unstable.
Perhaps, since Dearyn had spoken with the Third Prince once, the matter might seem more intimate to her.
Just a few months ago, he was living in a distant world where he didn't care who became the Crown Prince.
'Oh, no. I shouldn't be busy with this matter.'
I'd better not get involved in the royal family's conflicts, as there might be unwanted consequences.
Deyaren's goal in life is to live a quiet and boring life.
In the end, everyone has their own life.
'What does Sirius want to be in his life?'
Suddenly, Dearyn becomes curious about Sirius's life, not defined by anyone, but desired by him.
“How do you want to live in the future, Sirius?”
“As ‘Doronim’ (noble title).”
M.M.: I meant him as a noble person, as he is now learning
“…No, I mean.”
Sirius' response came quickly, as if he had memorized it by heart.
This was an example of the success and failure of rote education.
“You must become a noble!” Djarin used to repeat every day, to which Sirius responded like a parrot, “Yes, I will become a noble.”
“Every noble has their own life, so what noble life would you like to live?”
“?”
“…True, it may be too early for such questions.”
It was similar to asking a young child, just starting to learn to walk, to submit a detailed plan for his future life with a detailed budget.
Just a short while ago, our little dog wasn't even able to differentiate between his likes and dislikes.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?”
I simplified the question to fit my current level of thinking.
Then Sirius started to think a little.
"anything."
“…….”
Did you know that the answer “anything” is the most embarrassing answer in the world?
No, you probably don't know that.
However, it is most difficult and annoying when the person who chooses with you is the one who answers “anything.”
What do we eat? - anything.
Where are we going? ―Any place.
What do we do? - anything.
This is a simple complaint: “I don't know what I like either, but try to guess and pick something I might like.”
'Oh, could Sirius act like this?'
Since he was still a young child and would be joining the nobility in the future, it seemed to be an acceptable matter.
No problem satisfying this grumbling.
Suddenly, Dayaren's heart became more generous.
“It looks like the apple tree in the garden will bear fruit soon. Shall we pick apples from it?”
"Yes."
...Was it too easy?
"Since you read plates so well, it seems you'll be able to read books too. How about reading a book while eating the apples we pick from under the apple tree?"
"Good."
...is this too?
I always asked him to read books, but he didn't care, so I'm trying again.
"How about making apple pies with people and eating them with them? It would be fun to do that together."
"……Good."
Although he wasn't entirely enthusiastic, he agreed. Is there a reason to accept something he doesn't want?
“…So, Sirius, have fun playing with the others. I’m going out for a while.”
"no."
...Oh, I understand now.
No matter what we do, having “dyaren” makes it completely acceptable.
Sirius, who was catching Dearen's every word, enthusiastically agreed to what was offered to him.
This shouldn't have happened...
It is better to rely on the “Ruler” rather than the “Priest”, as it will be more convenient.
The spirituality of a warrior who fought on the battlefield and became a worshiper of the ruler after the fight, how majestic.
But attachment to the “priest”?
'He's just stupid!'
Although in reality he was already limited in abilities.
I should have filled Sirius's deficiency with something other than "Dyarin."
Now, he can easily mingle among people and speak well. He's even good at dancing!
Under normal circumstances, he should now have been allowed to become a “doronim” (a title of nobility).
...If only we could address his obsession with Darren.
'Is this the final hurdle?'
Freedom from two homes for this child.
Even if Deyarin becomes romantically attached to him, just thinking about it makes her feel sad.
However, it is necessary for Sirius to get rid of Dyaren so that his future life will be brighter.
Dayarin made a firm decision.
“I can't stay with Sirius forever.”
“Are you going to abandon me?”
“Oh, no, I don't mean that...”
I felt like I had become a very bad person.
As well as the sad expression he has on his face. Some people would have thought I took a little dog, then left it in the street after just one night.
'I didn't leave you, I didn't even catch you.'
I only had to provide temporary care.
However, a young dog may feel the same way.
Deyarin sighed in front of the wall of repeated explanations.
Well, where should I start?
Slowly and step by step.
“So, Sirius, do you want to live with me forever this way?”
"Yes."
"We can't do that. Sirius, you should become a noble and live a wonderful life."
“Even if I become a noble, I will live with Dyaren.”
slowly…
...But it takes some psychological comfort to achieve this.
Dayaren was not naturally patient, but after entering the palace, her patience was running out even more quickly.
“…Who said I would live with you?”
Why do others decide my fate in a random way?
Even knowing it was just a whimper, the words came out harshly.
I will live my life the way I want.
Whether it is pressure or not, I can no longer tolerate others imposing my life path.
“…Aren’t you going to live?”
Dearyn watched Sirius's eyes, who were deeply confused.
He seemed very shocked.
…However, since the person in question was Sirius, who was a member of Unit Eight, it seemed like a serious threat.
Of course, Sirius was asking an innocent question like “You're not going to live with me, are you?” But in reality, it seemed as if he was asking, “Do you refuse to live with me? Do you dare to refuse now?”
“No, I can't live.”
Deyarin's enthusiasm did not last long.
There is a big difference between “no” and “I can’t.”
I hope Sirius realizes that.
“So, does Dayaren want to continue living with me but she can’t?”
."Oh! You've gotten smarter!"
What a wonderful baby! He can recognize it all!
Dayarin was disproportionately surprised by the situation.
However, the fact that the conversation reached this level of dialogue was worthy of appreciation.
“Exactly. I am a priestess. Although I am now abroad, a priest must live in the temple.”
“Then, I will live in the temple as well.”
“...No, Sirius, you are not a priest, so you cannot live there.”
“Then I will become a priest.”
Such stubborn behavior was predictable.
"How can you become a priest? Not anyone can become a priest."
“If you want, you can become a priest.”
“You can become if you want...”
Dearyn stopped snickering.
Is this really possible?
No, if the conditions were considered, it was actually possible.
It may be possible and even easy.
If Ceres, who was a member of the Eighth Unit and knew the cruelty of war, wanted to embrace the war wounds of the ruler, the temple might open its own branch under the name “Ceres Temple.”
Since he will soon become a noble, he will also become a noble and receive many financial rewards.
He may overtake Deyaren for promotion before he knows it.
The forecast was a little scary.
But there was one thing Sirius was overlooking.
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