# 77
This was undoubtedly a clear mistake on her part.
Trying to teach an ignorant puppy through spanking alone will only increase his feelings of rebellion.
For the puppy, the punishment was just an unjustified injustice.
“Sirius, you must greet the royal family…”
"Wow! Sirius answered me! See, mom?"
“Yes, I saw.”
“?”
Dearyn was on the verge of fainting and falling backwards, but she held on to her consciousness.
She seemed to be the only one thinking about the crimes of insulting the royal family, the cells, the torture devices, all that stuff.
Even if Sirius used a casual style of speech, Sybian was happy with that, and Shalott didn't seem worried.
'Can this happen?'
It was hard to believe that they were both members of the royal family, as their mannerisms were completely indifferent.
When the Second Prince appeared on the battlefield, he required all the poor to lie on the ground and not raise their heads.
But now, it seems that the little prince is happy that he received a response, no matter whether it was casual or formal.
The difference was so great that they did not look like members of the same royal family compared to the Second Prince.
However, Dayarin could not overcome this situation easily.
“I'm sorry... I haven't been able to teach Sirius how to speak politely yet...”
Shalott shook her head gently with a slight smile at Dearyn's hesitant apology.
“Last time, we greeted each other from afar with our heads. But now, we can talk up close, don’t you think these are big changes?”
“No, but I can’t use informal speech with the prince...”
“If the prince is comfortable, so be it.”
“Uh, uh, right…?”
If the prince is comfortable, then faking discomfort is also a problem.
Because that would mean ignoring the prince's will.
However, Dayaren was feeling really uncomfortable, so she took a step back.
"Sirius, your hand is big! Can I measure it?"
Sirius extended his hand without speaking.
Sybian sheepishly placed his small hand next to Sirius's, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw that Sirius's palm was twice the size of his own.
“Sirius, how strong are you in Unit Eight?”
"The best."
“Wow, you're the best!”
Sybian was extremely happy, while Deyarin was feeling dizzy with everything she was hearing.
This was not a conversation between a prince and a minister, but rather a conversation between an uncle and a nephew.
It was great for Sirius to be this close to the royal family, but… for Djaren, it was a world too far away, and there was no sense of reality.
Are things supposed to be this way?
Is what I'm seeing really true?
Dearyn looked at Shalott with eyes pleading for help.
“……?”
Shalott was also looking at Sirius and Sybian.
However, her gaze was completely different from the one Deyarin had seen before.
Dayarin was startled by this strange sensation.
Until now, Shalott's eyes were bright and full of joy and simplicity.
But at that moment, it was illogical for Shalott to express such looks in an environment like the one she was in.
She entered the palace after giving birth to the third prince from a relationship with the Emperor, who could be her father's age.
Although she gave birth to the prince, her status as the emperor's wife was not guaranteed in any way.
While she was dealing with this situation, the second prince, Finliria, would not allow Shalott or Sirius to live.
However, her eyes were shining as if the world was an infinitely bright and pure place, but now they were carrying an unbearable heaviness.
I felt a hidden darkness hidden alongside the feelings of love.
'Of course, his mother can't always be smiling carefree.'
Shalott and Spian could not be just ordinary mother and son.
It was this huge child who determined Shalott's fate from the moment of his birth.
Even now, Shalott cannot be the Emperor's wife unless Sybian is in her life until her last breath.
What would it be like for a mother to have given birth to a boss who holds her life in his hands?
But on the other hand, if Sybian became the Crown Prince and then the next Emperor, that would truly be unimaginable luck.
Life is either all or nothing.
How terrifying and stressful that can be.
As Deyaren watched quietly, she remembered the Second Crown Prince.
Meanwhile, Sirius, unable to resist Sevyan's pampering, had begun playing in a place a little further away from the sofa.
"Kiris! Carry me!"
Kyris seemed to consider moving his body part of the training, as he easily fulfilled Sevian's requests.
Sybian was laughing as he was lifted up by Sirius's shining hand.
Although Sirius was expressionless, he didn't look like he was going to react badly.
Dearyn took a deep breath, then turned her gaze to Charlotte.
“Since that day, have there been any other assassination attempts? I was worried about you.”
"……Yes."
Shalott seemed to notice immediately Dearen's words, and she raised her head.
After taking a sip of tea as if she needed a nudge, she quickly returned to her usual bright state.
“Things are always the same. Attempts always happen, and we protect ourselves well, so there is no need to worry.”
“But, isn’t that worrying? I didn’t know that things had gotten to the point of binding you as priests. What’s more, Lady Marian, the Vice-Governor, runs the temples in the palace.”
There is also a temple inside the palace.
Although he was not large, his power was enormous because he was located within the palace.
The influence of a single female lieutenant governor was enough to destabilize the entire religious establishment.
Therefore, Deyaren was currently hiding that she was a priestess.
When Charlotte realized what Diarin meant, she nodded and said, “Oh.”
“Not every temple is related to the Second Prince. In fact, it is more of an individual decision by Vice Governor Marian.”
"Yes…."
Deyarin took a deep breath, feeling relieved.
Although Vice Governor Marian's influence was enormous, it was not to the point that all the temples in the country were under her control, for which she was grateful. If that were the case, she would have felt real despair.
She might be able to live quietly if she was in the Second Prince's sight, but if she was under the temple's gaze, life could end in an instant.
“How can someone who worships a god engage in such matters?”
Now she was sure she could keep her life.
Only now did feelings of justice begin to falter.
Those feelings of justice were a cowardly child who only showed his courage when he felt safe.
“Hmm...”
Hearing Diaren's words, Charlotte closed her eyes tightly.
“She has her own kind of justice.”
“…..?”
Charlotte made a sudden statement, as if defending that woman.
It was in a completely unexpected direction.
Charlotte, who was at the point opposite the Second Prince, was not the person who could understand him.
“No one starts out in life thinking they are evil. Everyone acts on unavoidable means to protect what they see as justice, and as a result, they often find themselves becoming evil without even realizing it...”
Charlotte seemed to be talking to herself, then suddenly woke up and smiled back at Darren.
“So I think she has her own point of view.”
“...I don't think I could ever think that way about my enemies...”
Deyarin admitted honestly.
At these words, Charlotte laughed out loud.
“That's what makes your speech really great. Only good people can say that.”
It was a little difficult to accept this comment from Charlotte, who looked like an angel fallen from heaven.
“Am I good…?”
“Definitely much better than me.”
“Oh my God...”
Charlotte doesn't hesitate to put herself down while praising Dearren.
Dayaren felt a little choked up by these words.
In certain ways, Charlotte was someone who broke into the “peaceful” (?) empire family in an unexpected way.
Hema: They put a question mark because no one knows the truth yet
She was not an official emperor's wife, but she had clearly settled in the imperial palace, and now she was threatening the Second Prince while seeking the position of Crown Prince.
However, it was not easy to consider her kind.
However, if Dyarin is considered good…
'Am I good?'
She suddenly began to wonder what “kindness” was all about.
'But, is kindness a good thing?'
The term “kindness” meant “susceptibility to injustice from others,” “not perceiving deception,” and “stupidity.”
Diarin had lived her whole life with her family that oppressed her, and she was actually trying as much as possible to not be good.
“There seem to be people who are born with inner goodness, not just outward goodness. In my opinion, Priestess Deyarin is one of those people.”
“Ah... yes... thank you...”
At least, after this compliment, she responded conservatively, although she felt a little flustered.
Deyarin no longer preferred to talk about her personality, so she quickly moved on to talk about another topic.
“Ah, but what happened about the explosion?”
“Almost resolved. Robin is getting very tired. Investigation into the accident, and cover-up of the explosion.”
“Coverage...what?”
“Explosion incidents inside the palace are not a normal occurrence. They seek to justify the matter as if the explosion occurred due to the demolition of the palace for renovation purposes.”
“Ah…”
In this way, it seems that the people who sacrificed in the accident will also be forgotten.
Dearren and Ceres must step forward to be remembered, but for those who have passed away, their story ends here.
Even the names were not recorded, and even their very existence was not remembered.
Deyarin did not know who the other members of Unit Eight were, nor who the priest who had sacrificed his life was.
This project was completely secret, even within the temple, as no one knew who had been summoned.
Priests are often summoned one day with the words “Come here,” and when they suddenly disappear, it does not surprise anyone.
It was not announced where they were sent or what mission they were assigned.
So, it is likely that the priests who sacrificed, along with the palace, will disappear forever.
Deyarin was close to disappearing as well.
She didn't know when that might happen in the future.
Even if she wanted to remember the people who had disappeared, there was no one she knew to remember.
“Ah, there is one person.”
Dayarin suddenly remembered someone associated with this project.
“Do you know Halt?”
He was just a loud, crazy dog that she wished would come back quickly when they were together, but now, after everything that had happened, she was back in her memory.
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