# 27
“Wow, it's me. Rice on the same table with that crazy dog... Thank you for that food.”
Halt was more cooperative than D'Arrin feared.
We were tied tightly and received some gentle strokes, but surprisingly we communicated much better than Ceres.
“Hey, this is delicious. Priestess, are you sure this guy did it?”
“Huh……Do you know what’s delicious?”
Dearyn naturally stopped talking, and naturally Halt called her “Sister Priestess.”
She was a great sociable person.
Unit 8 could have been like this. Dearyn's eyes almost popped out of surprise at every moment.
"Oh, of course you would know if you had a tongue. Why wouldn't I?"
“Do you know Mr. Sirius?”
"…… I know."
The response was a bit late. I'm not sure.
Dearyn tilted her head.
Usually, if you know, you know, and if you don't know, you don't know. Sirius had a clear answer.
Only when he was really tired did he respond a little slower.
I know something is delicious, but why is it so frustrating that I'm so slow to respond to things I don't know?
From what Deyarin saw, Sirius had a strong sense of taste, but a weak sense of “enjoyment” of taste.
Although I was able to guess its exact contents and taste, I couldn't enjoy it because it was delicious.
But Halt enjoyed it.
“Mr. Halt, can't you hear my heart or the birds passing by?”
"can you hear me?"
“……By the way, are you okay?”
Stop eating and think for a moment, perhaps because it is an unexpected question.
“I never thought about whether it was good.”
“You can think of it.”
Dayaren was touched.
There is such a thing as thinking. I see
“No, this priestess is also treated like a dog. He is a dog, though.”
"sorry."
Dearyn quickly apologized.
Even though it looks like a real dog, it is definitely rude to call someone a dog.
It was a war zone, and if he had been the president he would have said: You bastards, but now we will live peacefully and socially as civilized people.
Pause raised his eyebrows as if he were a little surprised by Dearyn's apology.
“Sister, you are a wonderful person.”
“I'm kind of cool.”
“…….”
“Do I really have to show a straight face like this?”
“No, it's very cool...”
He closes his eyes and slurs his words.
Just by looking at things like this, you can clearly feel that they have social skills.
"You are definitely very different from Mr. Sirius. I heard that they received the same training and received different procedures and even magic."
“But the background is different. Ah, but I'm a little different from other dogs.”
"What?"
"I came in a little older. I was caught midway, but I got back on my feet anyway. So, they knew a little more about the world than the other dogs and had to go through less procedures."
It was a surprising statement.
It was an opportunity to get clues about the many procedures and magic involved in Ceres.
Even if you ask Robin, he says he doesn't know exactly what's wrong.
Because it was an unofficial act and was never recorded, only the person who received it or the person who made it knew about it.
Even Rubin, a former Army staff member, said he didn't know.
At the front, there was only a manager in charge of the Eighth Division, and since he was a member of the Imperial Army, even Robin couldn't touch him.
It was said that there was no point in paying too much attention to the annoying 8th Division anyway, so they rarely approached it during the war.
There were many things to worry about for the staff other than the Eighth Squad.
There was a separate person managing the dogs, so there was no reason to personally check and pay attention to whether the crazy dogs were eating well or sleeping well.
The role of the Chief of Staff is to deploy the necessary combat power in the appropriate place when needed. It was a plan to win.
This was something I learned while listening to him complain excitedly that he had no idea he would be drafted like this after the war.
While he was complaining, Robin might come across important information that he didn't even think was information, so he would listen intently, but it wasn't of much use.
However, the information came from Halt, who entered unexpectedly.
“Do you know what the procedure is?”
Dearyn's excited voice rose.
No matter how deeply I tried to dig into it, it didn't work.
If you get an idea of the type of action, it will be much easier to find an approach.
“Those who have had this procedure will know this.”
“……No matter what it is used for.”
“Oh, well, first, make your senses more sensitive.”
Halt looked up at the ceiling and thought through his thoughts.
At first, I was skeptical and tried to avoid it, but later my thoughts changed to the idea that it was a good thing so that I could endure it in this hellish battlefield.
Whether it was an action, a spell, or a medicine, I took whatever was given to me without even thinking about it.
So Halt didn't have much to figure out precisely.
“Ah, I didn't get it because I held myself together pretty well, but they catch people who have become assholes and erase their memories?”
“……memory……?”
Sirius' lost childhood memories.
I had a vague guess that you had undergone surgery, but this was the moment it became clear.
“Oh, there are some people who almost die while fighting and then never fight again. The fact that they entered the battlefield means that they had already spent enough money raising them. It would have been a shame for the bosses to get rid of them.”
“How do you erase memories?”
"I don't know that either. Because I didn't receive it."
"Yes……."
Is it a medicine, procedure, or magic?
Once you know that, it will be a little easier to approach it.
It was unfortunate, but just knowing the whole story was a great harvest.
Once a practitioner's intentions become visible, they become easier to track.
“Do you remember what it looked like when you received it?”
"How did you find him? Well, you're just an idiot. I've forgotten how to speak and how to live. However, if you throw them on the battlefield, they say they have good fighting instincts."
And so he became a mad dog.
They pick up children who are breaking down because they cannot handle the stress of battle, erase their memories, leaving only their sensitive instincts, and train them.
As expected, the more I heard, the more I realized that it was not something a human could do.
Dearyn forced her frowning brows to straighten.
While the people involved in the incident were talking about it as if it was no big deal, it would have been rude of me to be more excited.
The right to empathize with another person's life is only granted when the person concerned gives permission to do so.
“So you won't just get it once, you'll get it over and over again?”
When she asked deliberately lightly, Halt also smiled and answered.
"If you do that over and over again, you'll become a complete fool. Then you'll go crazy on the battlefield and get lost. But, anyway, I can't handle it falling apart, so I'll fall behind one day, so I fall behind later."
Even though we were colleagues, I didn't feel any sense of camaraderie.
Dearyn looked at Sirius.
Sirius also had no warmth in his eyes when he looked at Halt.
“But if we spend a lot of time together, there will be affection.”
Stop snoring.
“They are the ones who will kill me when I give them the order. Why?”
Sirius also continued his agreed silence.
It will be difficult to stay sane in a situation where there are enemies everywhere and you never know when you might die.
Halt had a personality that made it easy to understand why he stuck around even after only seeing him briefly.
But what about Ceres?
“Master Sirius, I assume you haven’t erased your memory in the meantime?”
“Huh.”
"Then, once he arrived, they erased his memories and sent him to train? Or did you train and erase your memories?"
"Oh, I know. I was brought in with my memory already erased."
Stop interfering.
“This bastard has been very handsome since he was little. I remembered it because I was amazed at how he brought this handsome bastard here.”
"…… Yes."
It was a very rude expression, but it was agreed upon.
Sirius was handsome.
After decorating it, I thought it was really beautiful.
Even if you compare him to the prince, he doesn't seem inferior at all. Deyarin was not the only one who felt like a prince from a certain country.
“I thought this child would die soon because he came as a newborn and knew nothing, but he survived until the end?”
Dearyn read an ominous shadow on Halt's smiling face.
A feeling of hair standing on end.
Unless I was being sensitive for no reason, that was hostility.
Dearyn secretly reached out to Sirius and took her arm.
Sirius looked at Dearyn's hand.
Although he seemed indifferent, he remained motionless as per Deyaren's instructions. However, Ceres, like Ceres, has gained sharp momentum.
"to stop."
Deyarin intervened before the atmosphere became bloodier.
"And they said there was no fighting in the unit. Why are you trying to fight?"
“I don’t know, just looking at that bastard makes me want to fight. Damn…….Why were you brought to this house?”
“Master Sirius remained still.”
“There are some bastards who just want to fight.”
Are there any villains like that? …?
Dearyn laughed maliciously, ha-ha-ha
“Could the priest be responsible?”
“The way that bastard looked at me I started a fight! Every time I see you, my eyes, nose, and mouth are fighting, how can I hold back? Oh, damn it!”
"calm!"
"Fuck, fuck! Shit!"
Suddenly, the stop exploded.
Sirius jumped up and pushed Dearyn onto her back.
Stopping was even more stimulating with that sight.
The table flew.
Deyaren watched absent-mindedly as all kinds of dishes flew through the air.
What is this?
The house was blown up due to dog fighting.
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