# 55
...Yes, it's money.
This is the first time he has earned money since he was born, so he might feel proud.
I want to tell him he did a good job on most things, but that's not the case.
This cannot be accepted.
“No, no way! Especially from a woman! Money made from selling smileys!”
The smiles didn't sell, but the dancing did.
According to Dyarin's strict standards, a noble should not take money to entertain others.
“Give it back!”
But the women had already disappeared into the crowd.
Only the money Sirius had collected was left behind, for no apparent reason, but the word “woman” made Dearyn’s voice rise slightly.
“Would the money be acceptable if it was from men?”
"…What?"
Ceres' conclusion is that it is a matter of sex.
But it makes no difference whether he is a man or not.
Sirius soon found one of the men passing by carrying money.
“That money.”
"Oh, what the hell! What? You surprised me!"
The man was surprised when Sirius suddenly appeared in front of him.
Although his physique was not bad, it seemed small compared to Sirius.
However, since he was also a man, he did not run away in fear but rather tightened his body.
“M, what do you want?”
“If I dance, will you give me money?”
"…What?"
The man, who was ready to fight if necessary, answered in a startled voice to Sirius' question.
A new piece of music has begun for dancing.
Sirius coldly and quickly grabbed the man's hand, wrapping his arm around his waist.
Deyarin's steps, which had been quickening for fear that the matter would turn into a quarrel, stopped in astonishment.
It was not easy to imagine how a man who had never seen a strange man wrap his arm around his waist and dance would feel.
However, Sirius did not care, and continued to dance with energetic steps as before.
The man, dancing with an unfamiliar woman, almost fell every three steps. Each time, Sirius quickly intervened to restore his balance with great skill.
“Oh, no, this...”
Even as a man, Sirius was adorable. Whenever he hugged him to his broad chest, it was incomprehensible why his face was turning red.
It wasn't uncomfortable...
When the dance piece was over and Sirius stopped, he separated his body from the man without hesitation.
Once again, he extended his hand confidently.
"the money."
“Ah... yes...”
He had never been asked for money before, but he felt it necessary to pay it.
There was no reason not to pay now.
While the man was offering the money as if he was in a magical state, Deyarin, who arrived late, stopped his hand as he held it tightly.
"Oh, no, no! No, sir! It's all right! We were just kidding!"
"Ah? Ah ah?"
When the man heard the word “joking,” he seemed to understand the situation and smiled clearly.
"Don't be so upset! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!"
“Oh, no, I enjoyed it thanks.”
“If so, that's good...”
“Since you had fun, you should pay. Here you go. Have a nice time!”
“Oh, no, sir!”
Dearyn tried to stop him, but the man had already delivered the money into Sirius' hands.
Then he walked away gently.
But…
This happens…
Deyarin was surprised to see Sirius getting money after dancing with women and men.
Maybe in this world there are rules and standards unknown to her.
Is it right for Sirius to teach about a world unknown to him?
While Dearyn was feeling remorseful, Sirius suddenly extended his hand towards her.
"the money."
“...No, it's not like that...”
Dearyn pushed Sirius' hand away.
How could she accept that?
But Sirius did not understand Dyarin's refusal.
"I've got the money. Can you now quit your job as a priestess?"
"No, it can't. It still can't."
Sirius asked as he stared at the money that Dearyn wouldn't accept, wondering why.
Money is an article of exchange.
The person has given the money and is satisfied with the exchange.
So, he thought things were fine, but Dayaren was terrified.
“Money earned this way...is like risking your life to get a meal on the battlefield.”
“?”
The situation at hand was a mutually satisfied exchange, a nice little event that could be ignored as part of the festival atmosphere.
At first, Dearyn was just surprised to find Sirius dancing with another woman, so she exclaimed, “Ah!” Surprised.
Then, when he danced with a man, she was in a daze, wondering, “What do I see now?”
However, the more she thought about it, the colder her mind became.
What if Ceres, who knows nothing about the world, entered the social community in this way?
Will the nobles, knowing he has no protection, let Sirius roam free?
They could be using Ceres, who has no support, is handsome, has an excellent body, and is also naive, as a puppet to manipulate.
"For now it's just dancing. But there might be someone who will ask you, Sirius, to do more things for more money."
“I can do this.”
“You shouldn't do that!”
In the end, Dearyn screamed angrily.
How do we deal with this beautiful dog who knows nothing about the world?
I'm worried because he seems to follow anyone who offers him food, giving away everything from his body, mind, bones and flesh.
“Sirius, even if someone offers you candy, you shouldn’t go after him, do you understand?”
“I understand.”
Although he gave his assurance, Dayaren's anxiety did not dissipate.
“…even meat is not allowed.”
"Yes."
Then, after further thought:
“...Money...You should think a lot and check the terms before you take anything.”
"Yes."
“No, no. Even if they offer you a large sum, don’t go.”
Even though she was impressed by the promotions and bonuses, Sirius shouldn't live this way.
As a noble, he must be a noble!
He should be able to make fun of money and not be affected by it!
"I! I want you not to sell yourself, Sirius."
“I will not sell myself.”
“…If you do anything for money, it means you are selling yourself.”
Normally, Sirius would have taken it simply, but his expression became complicated.
“So, how do you get the money?”
“Money should come from selling the ‘skills’, ‘knowledge’ or ‘abilities’ you possess, not from selling the ‘body itself’.”
Dancing may be a skill, but people enjoyed your appearance, so it's not that different from selling yourself.
Deyarin herself found it difficult to explain this precise point.
Sirius kept staring with an unclear expression.
“Maybe you need an economic education...”
Although he will have no more opportunities to make money using his body, he must understand how the economic structure of the world works, what can be sold and what cannot.
If he doesn't know this, he may ask troubling questions like, "How much does it cost to die?" At community parties.
“So, were you supposed to not take that money?”
“…Yes. If someone else had made that suggestion to you, you should have been angry.”
This time, it would have just been a funny incident if Sirius had been the one to start the conversation, and it might have ended with a smile. But if the situation were reversed, the situation would be different.
Imagine someone approaching Sirius and asking him ‘How much do you pay me to kiss you?’ In that case, Dearyn would have been the first to step in and fight for it.
"Understood."
Sirius nodded seriously. Deyarin's voice carried great seriousness.
“So, do we get rid of this money?”
The money came in such an unsuitable circumstance that Diarin gave serious instructions about it. So, it seems like getting rid of it would be the right choice.
“No, wait a minute.”
Dearyn grabbed Sirius's arm when he was about to throw the money on the ground.
“Money is money.”
Although the way he obtained it may be suspicious, the value of the money itself does not disappear. Money should not be thrown on the ground. Must use it!
“I told you to use the suspicious money quickly. Let's use it.”
"……? Understood."
Sirius didn't quite understand how important the process of getting rid of money that Dearyn was insisting on was, but in the end, he hadn't fully understood how money should be handled properly.
But since Deyarin says it must be used, it must be used.
“Now that you have your own money, let’s buy something you want.”
There are still many stores to explore. Maybe Sirius would find something he liked if he wandered around more.
"this."
"……Are you serious?"
However, what Sirius had chosen without exception were Deyarin's items.
This time it was a hair clip.
"You're welcome! You have great taste. Would you like to give it as a gift to the person next to you?"
“I'll put it in Dearyn's hair.”
“Your hair is beautiful, and with your current color it looks like it would fit perfectly. You can try it first if you like.”
“Oh, no, wait a minute…”
Dearyn pulled Sirius away and asked him:
"Sirius, don't always pick things for me. Pick something for yourself. Something you'd like to have."
“I want that.”
“You'll give it to me, won't you?”
Sirius hesitated for a moment:
“I won't give it.”
“……What? You won’t give it?……Wait, even the loan doesn’t work.”
“Not for loan.”
“So what?”
“I'll put it on Dearyn's head.”
“……This is a loan.”
Even if you try to play around with words, the meaning in the end is the same. How does a new, inexperienced person talk to an adult?
Dayarin mocked him as if to say that his statements were nothing more than nonsense. But she didn't realize that Sirius wasn't mincing words but was expressing a deeper desire.
“I want to have two homes decorated with something that is mine.”
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