# 95
The eye sees the same thing in everyone.
If he looks handsome in my eyes, he will look handsome in the eyes of others too.
The beautiful and handsome dog in Deyarin's eyes was like that in the eyes of others as well.
But who would have thought that he would stick to her in such a stubborn and sticky way?
“This is a message that has reached Mr. Sirius.”
Deyarin looked at the pile of letters that the maid carried on a tray, and her look seemed to say:
“This is unbelievable.”
The information circulating in the Imperial Palace about the two did not go beyond the name and face.
Who said it would be difficult to join the nobles' gatherings?
They had heard that nobles were arrogant, but it turned out that they were not as much as they thought.
With a light touch of her finger on the pile of letters, Deyarin said coldly:
“They are letters addressed to you, Sirius.”
“Why am I getting messages?”
“You can find out why if you open it. Try it.”
Dearyn had no right to touch the letters before Sirius opened them.
The letters were decorated with flowers, ribbons, and even drawings, and enclosed in beautiful colorful envelopes.
Deyarin wondered what the words might contain.
"I don't want."
"…What?"
“It smells unpleasant.”
…The letters were scented with various types of perfumes, which made them smell really strong and unpleasant.
Deyarin understood his distaste for it, but shouldn't he at least read its content?
“Aren't you curious about what was written in it?”
“I'm not curious.”
"Um...so what do we do with these letters? Should I throw them away?"
Sirius nodded without hesitation.
"…truly?"
He nodded again firmly.
Seeing how serious he was, Dearyn began to hesitate.
Despite everything, the authors of the letters put their effort into it...
Perhaps they may encounter these people later during social events...
“Isn't it?”
The letters were definitely an extension of the admiring glances Sirius had received before.
So, it's probably best to ignore it completely.
“No, no, this is not a suitable way. These people will not be complete strangers in the future.”
The noble community was small, and hiding from it was not a permanent solution.
“Sirius, we have to think of a ‘good way to say no’.”
The more famous Ceres' face became, the more people became interested in him.
When he officially obtains his title and nobility, this interest will not diminish, but will increase even more.
At that time, he wouldn't be able to repel people like he did with Aryan, with a harsh manner, or simply ignore them.
“Good way to say no?”
“When someone is clearly rejected with the word ‘no,’ they feel hurt. The same thing happens with being ignored.”
“Harm...”
“Just as we cannot wave a sword carelessly even if we annoy someone, we should not use words recklessly either.”
Thanks to this example, Sirius immediately understood and nodded.
If he had been on the battlefield, his response would have been simply “I wave the sword,” but now the situation was different.
“But, Diaren, you told me ‘no’ before…”
“…”
Sirius, who could neither bear nor forget, would not let her get away so easily.
Dayarin felt as if she was being held back by her past.
“That...I was...sorry...”
In the end, she found herself apologizing.
But at that time, you were just a dog!
If you had been able to think in this logical and rational way, I would not have told you, “Stop nonsense.”
“As I said before, we should approach others with caution, without making them feel pressured, and gradually build friendliness. But I was surprised, that’s why I acted that way.”
At least she had an excuse.
If Sirius, in his current elegant nobleman form, had presented her with a rose and confessed his feelings graciously, she would have rejected him in a more gentle manner.
The result would have rejected him anyway, but at least it would not have caused him such a shock that he would have become intoxicated to the point of intoxication.
"Understood."
Although he held on to it for a long time, he readily accepted the apology.
Dearyn felt relieved.
“Thank you for accepting my apology.”
“If you are grateful, love me...”
“Okay, let's think of a good way to say no first!”
“Dyaren, this is ignoring.”
Dearyn clenched her hands tightly and took a deep breath.
“Right, that's why I said 'let's think'.”
“…?”
Sirius rethought her words.
Usually, Diaren would tell him, “I will teach you.” But this time, she said, “Let’s think together.”
“Aren't you going to teach me?”
“No. I’m not good at aristocratic conversation myself. I don’t know how to say no firmly without hurting the other person. That’s why we have to ‘think’ together.”
Those who were born nobles were accustomed to following the rules of aristocratic speech from a young age, so they didn't need to worry about that.
It is true that there are teachers who specialize in conversational arts, but they are usually only hired for children from families who are strict in their education.
If Sirius decided now to look for a teacher in this field, he would be seen as someone “uneducated” or “belonging to a worthless family.”
“There is no right, definitive answer to words, so it will be easier to speak naturally after we think about it for ourselves.”
"Understood."
Dearyn started to deal with the most pressing matter: dealing with the girls who tried to physically touch Sirius.
“Well, imagine I'm a girl who's interested in you, and I'm touching your arm like this.”
She touched his arm lightly.
“How can you tell her not to do that?”
Sirius looked at Dearyn, who was touching his arm, and began to think deeply.
“If Dayaren is the one doing it, so be it.”
“...No, I understand that. But, let’s assume someone else does.”
Sirius took a long time to think, but he couldn't find a suitable answer.
“I can't imagine anyone else while I look at you.”
“…Ah…”
Dearyn lowered her head slightly.
Her big mistake was that she had not yet realized how attached Sirius was to her.
Sirius followed her like he was a little bird that had been fed to be loyal only to her.
Maybe it was because Deyarin had been the only person who had shown kindness to him since he regained consciousness.
'...Right, memory.'
She was too busy with life to focus on breaking the spell that was on Sirius' head.
Since he had adjusted well to reality, and she probably thought that regaining his memories was not an urgent matter, she did not consciously care about it.
Ceres' age is not precisely determined. But before he lost his memory, he was at least a teenager.
'At this age, he had learned what he had to learn.'
When a person exceeds the age of twenty, he is able to be an essential part of high society. But for the noble families, they could have plenty of opportunities to learn it before.
With that knowledge, a person over the age of twenty could speak fluently as if he were an expert in high society.
If Sirius had regained his memory, this confusion they had been discussing together would not have happened.
He certainly had learned how to elegantly reject things he didn't like.
“Sirius, have you been feeling any pain in your head or difficulty breathing lately?”
"no."
When he entered the Imperial Palace, he seemed to have lost consciousness due to something connected to his memory.
But this was only one event. Nothing similar had happened since then, and it seemed even more stable now than it had been in the palace.
“So… how about we try to retrieve some of Sirius’ memories?”
“Memories?”
"Yes. You don't remember your childhood."
Sirius remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
Even without his memories, he didn't feel any discomfort or worry.
In the end, only two homes were enough for him.
“Maybe there are parents who are eagerly looking for you.”
Even if there was no one, there was definitely someone in his life who was important, and his memory of him would be important.
If the person in his memories was still alive and looking for Sirius, that would be a good thing.
In the end, if he could find his roots, he would feel less anxious. This will also reduce his excessive attachment to Darren.
Ceres will live a more stable life, and Dearyn will be able to send Ceres off in safety.
It was good for both of them.
“Of course, since this is a potentially dangerous spell, Sirius can decide the matter himself.”
The final decision was up to Sirius.
Sirius felt confused when he was handed the choice.
He was able to make most decisions regarding his daily life. Choosing clothes or perfume, or even deciding what to eat. Simple choices appeared before him.
But deciding on his entire life was another matter.
The choice Deyarin handed him was about his future.
Will he live his life as it is, without knowing anything, or will he reopen his memories, even though he does not know what he will discover?
"… I don't know."
He wasn't able to decide which options were better.
For now, he was content with his life as it was.
But if he regained his memory, maybe it would be better, and that's what Dayaren was hoping for.
“Think about it comfortably.”
Deyarin did not pressure him. She really meant that she would respect his choice no matter the outcome.
But Sirius sensed the sensitivity of the situation.
‘Dyaren wants me to regain my memory.’
There was no need to worry too much about a decision the outcome of which he did not know.
At least if he chose what Deyaren wanted, he would be satisfied with himself regardless of the results.
“I will do it.”
"truly?"
Dearyn thought Sirius might refuse, so his unexpected response of approval made her face light up.
“Can we start now?”
“…?No, not now.”
He wanted to start right away, but the spell wasn't in Dearen's hand yet.
However, there was now an easier way to obtain the talisman than before.
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