Chapter 78
He was having lewd thoughts in his head, but on the outside, he was pretending to be serious.
The discrepancy was somewhat amusing.
The fact that this woman, who was nothing special at first, was making him like this.
“Diet, you mean.”
“Hmm?”
“Um, really… is it okay with me?”
Then, Siren uttered a rather annoying sound.
“I’ve heard about Diet since I came here.”
“What about it?”
“A special master-servant relationship. A relationship where you might even give your life for each other… where you are so precious to each other. Beyond just loving, a relationship where you dissect each other piece by piece and lick each one.”
“Whoever said that spoke the truth.”
That’s why you shouldn’t just form a Diet with anyone.
A master had to have a sense of responsibility towards their Diet partner, and it was only right to manage their life, death, and even health.
In a land like the South, where food is scarce, everything that goes into the Diet partner’s mouth, a safe place to sleep, a comfortable life, all of that is the master’s responsibility.
Love?
In fact, love isn’t necessary.
If care itself is love, then you could call it that kind of love.
“I was just… curious. Then, in a Diet relationship, what does the master… gain…?”
“The satisfaction of owning someone. Every drop of blood flowing through your body is mine.”
“That’s, but… even so, it’s different from owning a slave… isn’t it?”
“Of course. I don’t care about slaves.”
Siren, who wasn’t from the South, seemed to have a hard time understanding the concept of Diet.
In fact, Yasamin was the same.
When this concept first came out, he also didn’t understand why people did such a thing.
But now, he felt like he knew.
It’s just that they’re lovely.
One person is so precious and lovely that you want to protect and care for them.
“Don’t have useless thoughts and just act cute. Don’t cry, don’t crawl into a corner. Shine proudly.”
“Do you like seeing me like that?”
“I feel proud. The process of me finding you, taking you in, feeding you, dressing you, and taking care of you. So that you shine brightly in everyone’s eyes.”
Siren still tilted her head.
Her self-esteem was low, she barely knew anything, and she was just trying to do something, but she was lacking.
What’s so enjoyable about picking up and raising someone like this?
She didn’t know, but there was no reason for Yasamin to lie.
“It’s you. I don’t need anyone else. I’m not interested. Got it?”
“…Yes, I understand.”
He affirmed it, and there was no need to argue further.
Still, her heart felt lighter, so she thought it was good that she asked.
“Since the Diet ceremony is presided over by a priest, we will meet for the first time then.”
Who exactly is this person that everyone is warning her about?
There was still so much she didn’t know about this place.
But she had no choice but to gradually adapt and learn.
‘This very thought is proof that I’ve changed quite a bit.’
The self-deprecation she used to do habitually had also decreased considerably.
I can’t do it, I won’t be able to.
That’s what she used to think, but now it’s, let’s try, let’s endure.
Just having a place to be makes a person change so much.
‘Then I’ve never had a home until now. I finally have a home.’
A place where it’s okay to live. A place to return to. My anchor. My place to lean on. My home.
The person who gave her that.
Siren stared at Yasamin.
His well-defined eyebrows and angular jaw, his beautifully upright nose and sharp eyes. She focused as if to imprint every part of him into her eyes, not forgetting a single thing.
She just wanted to do that.
As if today would last forever.
Because today is only today.
“You’re looking at me so passionately.”
“I like looking at you.”
“Look all you want. It’s not like you’ll wear me out.”
Yasamin turned his head and made a handsome expression.
Siren smiled softly and reached out to touch him. She knew that he would let her be, so generous was he.
“I’m not jealous, I’m just asking.”
“What is it?”
“How many Diet partners have you had? In your thousand years of life.”
She didn’t hope to be the first. There was no way. She didn’t want to be the last either. There was no way she could be that important of an existence.
But… still, she hoped she wouldn’t be remembered as an insignificant moment.
She hoped this fleeting moment, a part of his immortality, would be a pleasant memory.
Because he was the one who gave her something precious that she couldn’t exchange for anything.
‘I hope my existence brought you some joy.’
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