# 44
The priest in charge of the Magic Hall received a message from the High Priest and began to open the tower's locks.
“Just check the spell book, and if you need any ingredients, please contact me. You shouldn’t touch anything carelessly.”
"Yes."
“You should only take a look at the spell book, and you should never tear it up or take it out secretly.”
"Yes."
“If you need to copy, please tell us as well. After getting permission, we will copy it.”
"Yes."
The priest's rules were strict.
Dearyn didn't have much desire for magic.
This was because there was no need to be greedy for magic because it was hiding the divine power she had anyway.
The priest who ran the liquor store inspected the pile of hanging keys, one by one, and opened the lock.
The liquor store was a mountain of iron bars.
After passing through one iron bar, there was an iron gate, and after passing through an iron gate, there was another iron bar.
Each door had five locks.
It was a time for patience.
'Oh, sort of. I will organize it well.'
Even with time passing like this, Sirius would still be alone in the palace.
My child may feel hungry or bored.
I need to go and take care of him quickly, but he's so slow and making me feel sick.
“The priest, there, next to him.”
"Yes, sure. You have good eyes."
Dearyn looked at the fingers of the priest who was checking the keys one by one, and out of frustration, she found the key first and reported it to him.
Finally, all the locks were opened.
Clap.
The final iron door opened and Dearyn opened her mouth as she saw the interior of the Talisman Hall that was soon revealed.
“……ha.”
“Then, please take a look and come out.”
Diarin was so stunned by the scene before her eyes that she didn't even see the priest leave.
Is this the end?
Although he pretended that it was very expensive, it seemed as if there were less than a hundred spell books filling the magic hall.
Dearyn's shoulders slumped in despair at the huge amount of spell books that barely filled two rows of shelves.
On the other side of the magic hall, there was a drawer containing the ingredients needed for magic.
Even if you looked at it, it would probably be half empty.
I don't think there will be any amount for sale.
Deyarin put his worldly thoughts aside and searched for the target spell book.
“Um……Memories, memories…….”
However, the magic book related to memory was not found.
“Is there or not?...?”
It wouldn't be easy to cast a spell to touch memories.
A spell that can destroy a person's life. It's a dangerous spell that makes you wonder if this thing really exists.
It was a level of magic that could only be found in a temple with the Seven Sons of the Ruler, so it couldn't be found here.
“I'll have to request that through Robin later.”
“And uh...”
Dearyn took a quick look around the inside of the Magic Hall.
Is there no such thing as doing in life and in life?
“Hoo, a spell to remove old scars.”
Beauty makes money anytime, anywhere.
Dearyn looked at the spell book.
It was not a spell that required complex formulas or ingredients.
This level can be replaced with his divine power.
“Oh, that's good.”
While Dearyn was looking through the objects, a spell called “Dyeing Technique” caught her attention.
It just so happened that Sirius' hair had been given a dark color treatment, and it was fine.
If surgery is merely the arithmetic of addition and subtraction, then magic is the application of mathematics.
Even things that cannot be solved with surgery can be solved with magic.
Dearyn diligently placed the spell in her eyes.
* * *
My pockets were full of money, and my heart was warm with the spells filling my head.
“Well, after all, people should have some free time.”
After everything is filled, people have more free time.
I also felt less anxious about having to return to Ceres immediately.
"I'm sure our dog is doing well too. It's a dog that someone raised."
The sky was bluer today and the weather was beautiful.
A gentle breeze blew, making me feel excited.
“It's perfect weather for a festival.”
As I was leaving the temple, I saw the priests busy preparing for the feast.
“Should we just take a look around?”
Dayarin asked the driver to turn around and head towards the square where the festival was being held.
The driver immediately turned his horse's head.
“……Oh.”
The carriage that was traveling on an unfamiliar road suddenly passed a familiar street.
Deyarin was startled and surprised by the familiar sight.
This was the road on which her family, Baron Brydon, was located.
A little further down this road was Baron Brydon.
If you sit like this, the driver will not notice and will pass by you.
Dearyn clasped her hands in her lap.
Money jingled from my pocket.
This existence was as heavy and burdensome for Deyarin as a full stomach.
“……Wait a minute, can you stop in front of me and then come back?”
“Yes, I understand.”
The coachman gently stopped the carriage in front of Baron Brydon.
Dearyn got out of the carriage and looked at Baron Brydon, whom she had not seen for a long time.
It was small, shabby, and old.
In the temple, where everyone wore the same priestly garb and ate the same food, there was an atmosphere of poverty that one could never have felt so painfully.
Deyarin, who hesitated, grabbed her ankles and walked in abject poverty.
“Mom, I'm here.”
"Oh! Dearyn, are you here?!"
Baroness Brydon was startled by the sudden appearance of her daughter and put down the sewing material she was carrying.
Deyarin barely smiled weakly in her mother's arms, who ran to her and hugged her happily.
"Yes, mom. It's been a long time."
“Yes, our priestess. How are you?”
“Oh, it's always the same.”
“But there's no need to go to the front anymore, right?”
“Huh. Because the war is over.”
“Okay…….health and safety come first.”
Sure, these are beautiful and grateful words, but the feeling of remorse probably has nothing to do with Dyaren's mood.
Although they didn't say it, the allowance that Deyarin always received after returning from the front lines was a great help to the family.
By adding something else to it, I hoped to get some credit.
“If your brother were as capable and strong as you, I would send him to the battlefield or somewhere else and ask him to make merit… I can’t even sit anywhere because I’m afraid someone will think I’m noble.”
Mom, I didn't start sitting anywhere and falling asleep as soon as I laid my head on it.
Dearyn barely suppressed the words that rose to the top of her throat and swallowed them.
In Racleon, the title of baron is hereditary only for up to five generations.
My great-grandfather went to war and was the first to discover the poison released into the well. Thanks to him, the lives of many soldiers were saved, and he was awarded the Baroness in recognition of his contribution. He was lucky.
It was a family that had no ability and originally had nothing.
Therefore, even if I obtained a title, there was no way to grow or maintain it.
While I was barely maintaining my title, the final turn for the hereditary title came.
Naturally, her older brother, Julietan, was not as capable or resourceful as his father, Baron Brydon, or his grandfather, Baron Brydon.
Meanwhile, Dearyn became a priestess and went to war.
If only one family member makes a contribution, the credit becomes the property of the family.
Family expectations can only grow.
“Even after the war is over, there are still a lot of things to contribute to. There has to be some way.”
“Then that's great… Aren't nobles actually nobles if they don't do anything? What should I do?”
So my father and brother have done nothing but say “ahem” and be rude their whole lives.
My mother was a baroness, but it was no different from a maid's job just because she was from a commoner background.
Although Diarin was the daughter of a baron, she worked as a maid like her mother.
I'm still working now.
My mother always forgot that she and I were also nobles.
“Mom, I had a hard time working this time. I got more money.”
Deyarin shook off her gloomy thoughts and took out her pocket.
I set aside a little for myself.
Even though she knew that this was her money anyway, and that it would all go to her brother, the moment she handed the bag to her mother, the heavier the weight, the prouder she felt.
“Oh my God, what kind of money is this?”
"I heard it was hard work. I think I'll have to work harder in the future.... This is the money I earned from grinding my bones, mom."
"Yes, I had a hard time. I never thought about it, but I'm so happy."
To see my mother's smile.
Even my mother laughed heartily the moment I handed her the money.
Dearyn smiled at her mother.
However, having a family that cared about you was an undeniable feeling of security.
Even though it was a lot to take, it was better than having no one to give it to her.
“This time, your brother joined a poetry reading group and was upset because he was the only one using a quill pen instead of a glass pen. The glass pen was more expensive than I thought. Is it possible that a nobleman couldn’t buy a pen because he didn’t have money? I was wondering what to do...”
Dearyn's smile crumbled.
Hema: Oh, my pride, Diyarin 😭
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