# 54
Dearyn quickly discovered the part that Sirius had missed and took it in her hand.
“Becoming a priest does not mean that you will always be with me. Priests have their own affairs and live separately. You may be so busy that we may not see each other for the rest of our lives.”
“…….”
You didn't expect that, did you?
Sirius's eyes looked angry, as if they were exploding.
I can calm you down now, but it's better for your face to be a little sharp now for the future.
Breaking up becomes easier the longer you prepare for it.
“Then don't become a priestess, Dyaren.”
“……I knew this was coming, that saying.”
“So, isn't that what should be done?”
You can cut back on your sleep a little because the puppy seems cute, but you can't avoid going to work.
The same applies to the position taken by Ceres.
Although he seems nice, is it plausible that Dearyn would have stayed by Sirius' side all her life, giving up being a priestess? This doesn't make sense.
“If you don’t become a priest, how will you live?”
The question of living is an important one.
Sirius is getting serious about this issue.
Today, learn something about money.
Sirius had never thought about issues like food, clothing, and sleep until now.
Every moment was about life and death, so what went into his mouth, what he wore, or where he slept didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was survival.
But through today's events, I realize that money is essential to life.
In places that are not on the front line, it is not possible to live without money.
Also, money is what makes Deyaren happy.
This point required Djarin's own approval, but Sirius had a strong intuition that she would not deny it.
“I'll try to get the money.”
“Ahahaha. Well, you might be able to get it, but do you know how to get it?”
Deyarin was angry for no reason.
How important money is to life.
Now that things are fine and you have food and shelter, you may not realize how important money is.
But in the future, she will have to negotiate hard with Robin about how much money she will receive.
“If I get the money, will you give up being a priestess?”
“Okay, I'll think about it. If I get the money, I'll think about it.”
It's unlikely to happen, but I'm curious to see how Sirius will handle it.
“I'll get it.”
The task is in hand.
Sirius's eyes sparkled sharply.
When he first fell into the Eighth Division, it was frustrating to even figure out how to survive.
Survival was not something that was given easily.
The actual beginning of survival was endurance through training.
Those who were withdrawn from training were considered dead.
'Kill them.'
Or sometimes they were killed directly by their colleagues.
It was all about survival: eating, sleeping and everything else.
He had to get his food by hand, and if he could not distinguish between what could be eaten and what could not, he was doomed to death.
There were many people who died in their sleep due to stress.
That he could sleep anywhere was a result of his training.
Then came the real fight.
There, the line between survival and death was very real.
Sirius managed to survive even there, in a place where ordinary people could not survive.
Even though he was only moving on orders, he felt conscious of his success in survival.
Therefore,
'I can get money too!'
If he wants to get it, he can.
Because so far, he has done and achieved what he wanted.
Sirius looked around with simple calculations.
“Where's the money?”
Money was everywhere.
In people's pockets, and in their hands.
Sirius's eyes turned to the two women.
“Oh, how beautiful you are. You bought something wonderful!”
They were carrying money they had received as change from a merchant.
It's money.
Sirius offered without hesitation.
“Where did I put my wallet?”
“Just carry it with you. Eventually you'll use it all.”
“Is that so? Oh, right there next to…”
Suddenly, the smiles of the women who were talking and laughing as they walked disappeared, when a huge man appeared blocking the path in front of them.
“Ah! M, who are you?”
No matter how many people there were, they couldn't help but feel afraid of a big man blocking the way.
In addition, the gloomy atmosphere that was emanating from Ceres added to the scene, making it look like the ruler of death had suddenly appeared in the middle of the busy road.
The God of Death, who was surrounded by an aura of black energy, spoke in a deep voice.
“That money.”
"What? This, this?"
“How can I get it?”
“……?”
Not “give me the money”, or “give me the money now”?
Rather, “How can I get it?”
The women looked at each other.
“Is he crazy?”
“Is this a new problem?”
The question was completely unexpected.
The women examined Ceres carefully, then discovered Dearyn, who was watching from afar.
Looking at her was almost like he was about to turn around.
Their looks were a mixture of astonishment and curiosity.
“Huh?”
The women immediately understood the situation.
It was like...
“Is he your master?!”
At first, he was paralyzed by his large frame and serious features, and they did not notice anything else.
But when they looked carefully, they realized that he was radiant from head to toe.
This was a sign that he received the best care that a normal person could not have.
Even the clothes that seemed simple, upon closer inspection, were of such the highest quality that not a single thread of them was visible.
Not everyone can wear such clothes.
Even if you have money, you can't afford such clothes.
To obtain these fabrics, you had to have the necessary connections, and it was clear that the person who deliberately chose these simple clothes to show his modesty was a noble of the aristocracy.
“So...is he in the middle of betting on a woman?”
Suppose a nobleman went out to a festival with a simple woman.
He is unlikely to go out with any normal woman.
But since the woman's facial expression suggested that she was on the verge of madness, the nobleman must have acted unexpectedly.
It might be like this:
"If you want something, I'll do it for you! Come to me!"
“Everything the noble owns belongs to the family! And he himself has not earned a single penny!”
“You say I haven't gained anything? I'll prove it to you!”
So he tried to get money indirectly.
...And yet, women built an entire epic solely based on Ceres' face.
Whether it was true or not, the handsome noble was asking for money.
“We can't give it to you easily!”
"Hahahahaha!"
We couldn't pass up this fun, perfect opportunity.
The women's eyes sparkled brightly.
“If you want this money, then… well, try to do something!”
“Mmm...”
While thinking about what he could ask of the noble, it was not easy.
The money the woman was carrying wasn't a lot, but it was enough to buy a small piece of jewelry or some snacks.
Money is money, and it cannot be given for free.
“Can you kiss me on the cheek once?”
“Oh, you little girl!”
The woman with the money was jokingly suggesting this.
Her companion next to her hit her shoulder as if to stop her, but they laughed together.
On the shining street during the festival, the experience of receiving a kiss from a handsome gentleman was a precious memory worth keeping.
"kiss?"
Sirius tilted his head toward the unfamiliar word.
“…Will it be embarrassing?”
The woman asked, looking quickly at Dearren behind him.
If he has someone he's dating, this may be inappropriate.
However, a kiss on the cheek or the back of the hand was considered a common custom among the nobility.
It was not an inappropriate or difficult request.
“What is a kiss?”
"Oh! Wow, don't you know that?"
“…….”
“Oh, really, what do we do! You’d better do it in front of your girlfriend. Yes, of course.”
Women completely misunderstand.
However, Sirius did not realize that he had understood wrongly.
As for Deyarin, who was listening from afar, she wished she could disappear from this place.
In fact, it doesn't matter if it's true or not; What difference would it make if I cleared up a misunderstanding?
It is better to endure the situation than to create a strange atmosphere that spoils the mood of others.
“Okay, then...”
At that moment, the street musician started playing a dance.
People were cheering and holding hands.
Isn't dancing part of the nobles' daily lives?
Whether a person was married or in a relationship, dancing with anyone was normal.
“Can you dance one dance with me?”
“It is possible.”
This was not a difficult request.
Sirius took the woman's hand, and began to dance as he had done with Dearyn.
"Ah! Wow!"
The woman was excited, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Even though she had only danced once, her steps became light and quick as if she was used to them.
The woman danced smoothly, as if she was swept along with Ceres' movements.
"the money."
When the short dance was over, Sirius immediately asked for payment.
His request was firm and without hesitation.
The woman noticed that his gaze was only directed towards Dearren even while dancing.
It was a very attractive interest.
"Oh, yes. Here's the money, and I'll give you more because you danced so well."
Since the scene was pleasant, the woman became more generous.
She took more money out of her wallet and added it.
Sirius looked at the money in his hand thoughtfully and then turned to Dearen.
As for Deyarin, she was pale and unable to even think due to the shock.
‘I…I…taught the noble how to collect money…’
It was not clear whether Sirius collected the money by force or other means, but the inability to tell was the bigger problem.
It was not acceptable for a noble to collect money in this way.
‘M, m, m, crazy… Ah, he was crazy already.’
“Money.”
Sirius ostentatiously raised the money in his hand and offered it to Deyarin.
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