# 76
When Deyarin returned to her room, she found herself sitting on the sofa and having a tea session that was like an interrogation session.
Dearyn realized again that her spine could be so straight.
She was twice as nervous as she had been when she had entered to face the High Priest.
Especially since this was right after her mistake was discovered before their eyes.
The path to the room was like the path to the gate of hell.
Charlotte raised her teacup and spoke slowly.
“At least you seem to be adjusting faster than I expected, which comforts me.”
“I apologize, I will correct that...what?”
Reflexively, Dearyn immediately raised her head as she apologized.
Charlotte was smiling.
"Yes?"
"Sorry?"
Diarin could not at all understand why Charlotte was smiling.
Are you smiling to show her something good before you kill her?
Or is she already dead? Is this the angel of death?
Seeing Dearyn's confused expression, Charlotte laughed out loud.
“You did a good job, why do you look so frozen?”
"…Sorry?"
"It's amazing that you're adapting faster than I expected. I've heard that you're able to live with others in one palace, but it's amazing that you've become so comfortable despite such close proximity. You've been through a lot, haven't you, Priestess of Deyarin?"
“I sincerely apologize...”
This wasn't just a prelude to insult, it was actually genuine praise.
As Charlotte said, you did a good job.
You turned Cheris, who was like a mad dog, at least into a human “madman.”
You have changed his species, a sacred feat that cannot be achieved by human power before the ruler descends.
Dearyn's frozen shoulders slowly began to relax.
“…It was really hard.”
"I know that."
Robin must have informed them of all the details.
However, there were definitely aspects missing compared to what she could say in person.
Such things should be said directly.
Humility?
Things like this happen when you win an award at an awards ceremony!
But now, it was a good time to better explain anything I did.
“I did my best, by every means possible, as a priest, as a woman, and even by abandoning my dignity as a human being.”
“That's true, I think.”
“And besides, you were about to lose your life… right?”
"Of course. Is your wound okay?"
“Ah! Ah…! The wound… Suddenly I felt it!”
Deyarin cringed, clutching her shoulder and staggering.
Even though she had taken a large amount of painkillers, she was not feeling any actual pain.
There was a feeling of discomfort with every movement, but it was not painful, but suddenly there came a feeling or sensation of intense pain.
“Oh my God! Relax and lie down.”
“No, I can't... I want to see Sirius...”
Sirius entered the room holding his head in his arms as he had been in the corridor.
Hema: means the house of his head
When the eyes moved away from them a little, Sirius wrapped his arm around her neck, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.
He entered the room in this manner, and sat across from Charlotte as he reclined on the sofa, driven by the desire to bury his face in Dearyn's stomach.
And so began his interview with Charlotte.
“There are still some unstable matters, so I have to provide him with support every now and then.”
“Uh...do you always have to stay this close?”
“No, when things get better he can sit away. But the palace is usually crowded and noisy, and it's an unfamiliar place.”
“I understand… If there is anything you need, please feel free to let me know.”
Deyarin waited for this.
Now, she no longer hesitated, but acted as a priestess should act.
“Maybe because I almost died once, I no longer care about keeping up appearances.”
“Okay, then I will ask you to quickly arrange the dining priority and assign the maids, because it is tiring and annoying to ask the maids to do different things every time, so it would be a good idea to prepare the room with essentials and supplies.”
“Um… is this the largest room? The larger the space, the better Sirius can rest.”
“I'll check it out.”
Charlotte seemed to be smiling and nodding without any sign of discomfort despite the requests pouring in from Deyarin.
Dearyn paused for a moment when she responded so smoothly.
But the rule is that you have to keep pressing until the other party refuses, not for you to give in first.
“Also, as I said before, I think it's appropriate for me to be friends with Sirius. So I need some appropriate clothes and jewelry...”
“Oh, actually, I wanted to talk about that.”
Uh, was that crossing the line?
Diaren stopped talking and closed her mouth.
Charlotte looked serious and made the mistake of furrowing her eyebrows as she began to speak.
“It has been a short time since you came to the palace, so you may be busy so far… but you have to pay attention to your appearance in the future.”
Charlotte's gaze went to Sirius' messy hair.
It wasn't just messy hair, it was messy and greasy hair.
After being left unattended for several days, his once radiant appearance now looked as if he had been lost for three years, like a stray dog.
“But...it was beautiful in the palace...”
“Oh, like this then. Then you can get his beauty back soon, right?”
“If there was support, it would be completely possible!”
“Then there is no problem.”
Dyaren was grateful for this clear and direct response.
Money was always the problem, but Charlotte made things look easy.
Her status as the emperor's wife was truly remarkable.
“Yes, I'll make it so cool that passersby won't even be able to open their eyes!”
“I hope so. …Oh, since you are my friend, I should call you the Priestess of Deyarin, oh, in that case I should now call you Deyarin.”
“Ah, yes. You can call me freely.”
“Well, since Dayaren is a friend, I will support you enough to look no less than that.”
“Thank you very much! But...”
What I had given her was indeed something great.
But there was an important point that needed clarification.
“…Is it a rental?”
“It's a gift.”
"Thank you very much!"
Dyaren felt deeply grateful once again for this great blessing.
Just one dress that can be worn in the palace is enough to buy an entire carriage.
With the addition of all kinds of jewelry and accessories…
There was no talk of any royal family falling apart over dresses and jewellery, or of a party-loving family ending up bankrupt.
'Finally!'
Lights of hope began to creep into Deyarin's life.
Deyarin strongly believed in the existence of the ruler.
Recently, her faith that had faded has gradually begun to return.
“Dyaren.”
As the adults' conversations were coming to an end, the Third Prince called out to Dearyn cautiously as he sat next to her eating candy.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Ah, okay.”
Sybian hesitated as if he was about to ask for something great.
“Yes, go ahead and say what you have to say, Your Highness.”
I've had enough of Charlotte, she agreed.
Deyarin's spirit of service was burning.
“I want… to greet Sirius.”
"Ah, I forgot to greet Your Highness in this chaos. Sirius?"
Sirius remained silent even though he heard everything.
Couldn't he be a little more helpful in moments like this?
Dearyn tried to smile as she gently shook Sirius' shoulder.
“Sirius, you should salute.”
Sirius remained on Dearyn's knees, but shifted his eyes to focus directly on her face.
Dearyn looked at Sirius, and tried in every possible way to signal him using her eyes, waving her chin, or even gesturing with her hands.
But he turned around angrily and started facing the other side.
Although he was still using Dearren's knees as a pillow, he was now in a position that allowed Sybian and Charlotte to see his face.
“Sirius!”
Perhaps because he felt happy about it, Sybian suddenly stood up, smiling without reprimanding his behavior.
Even if he was a prince, he was very kind.
Deyarin smiles contentedly without realizing that she is looking at him with a grateful expression.
However, Sirius maintained a lifeless look as if it were the eyes of an inanimate object.
“I am the third prince, my name is Sibyan, and I am eight years old.”
Deyarin was a little surprised when she first heard Omar Sibian.
It seemed bigger than that. He was big and mature in height, so I thought he was older, but he was still a little kid.
“At this age, he is already suffering from all the assassination attempts, and he seems to have become so indifferent that he is not even surprised when blood splatters in front of his eyes... What is life about.”
Even a prince who seems to have grown up surrounded by all the love in the world doesn't seem to be living a completely happy life.
"Sirius? Greetings."
I now decided to give up trying to get him to sit.
But Sirius knew how to greet, but he didn't do it.
He hasn't had any chance to do that yet.
The people who saw each other daily in the palace did not care whether the prince would greet or not.
And so, the matter was repeated without Sirius returning the greeting.
'...Wait a minute.'
There was a point that Deyarin had overlooked until now.
She was completely busy making the “prince” look good.
I thought what was most important was for him to be polite and self-confident like a prince, even if he seemed arrogant and impolite.
He could act this way with other nobles he met in society.
In the end, everyone was servants under the emperor.
Although there were differences in rank between families, disorderly conduct could not be considered an official matter.
'But the royal family disagrees!'
Why didn't you expect to meet royalty when you entered high society circles?
Deyarin had never before entered the royal family's social circles, so it was only natural that she didn't know.
It was like someone who grew up in a summer country not being able to imagine snow.
“Sirius, how to greet members of the royal family...”
Dearyn quickly opened her mouth to teach Sirius the proper method, but it was too late.
Meanwhile, Sybian approached bravely and waved his little hand towards Sirius, saying:
“Hello?”
But Sirius did not move his head towards Sybian, but only opened his mouth in response to the greeting.
"… Yes."
Deyarin wanted to faint from embarrassment.
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