# 8
Robin, who saw the fire settling, spoke cautiously.
“But it's too small for breakfast.”
“I caught Sirius throwing the candlestick in the morning... because that's who.”
“Ah, I think I caught it. There are so many leftovers, why?”
Robin looked at the food still piling up in the kitchen.
Dearyn shrugged, ignoring the poisons in the form of food.
“The meal prepared yesterday contained poison.”
"Well. You should be surprised. Do you have any pain anywhere?"
“Yes, fortunately Sirius ate first… huh?”
Robin said: “Are you sure?” I didn't even ask. The argument was that something like this could certainly happen.
It was a strange situation.
“You act like you know this?”
"Yes, this happens all the time. Oh, do it."
"Yes."
Why does one side burn but the other side doesn't cook at all? It was a mysterious thing.
Even as I was saving the bird from being turned into charcoal, Robin's words remained in the back of my mind.
“Ingesting poison is common?”
“It's not something you eat like rice, but it's one of the most common assassination attempts.”
“Common…….”
I felt dizzy before my eyes.
Diarine was speechless.
This place was more dangerous than a battlefield.
It was an arduous task, with the risk of being bitten by a mad dog at any moment, and the risk of having to eat poison like rice.
His anger towards the high priest who had brought him here boiled over once again.
"Are you well?"
“……It may not be okay...”
Dearyn calmed her dizzy head and repeated a mantra that brought her peace of mind.
Risk pay, risk pay...
Promotion, promotion…….
“But if I die, it will all be over!”
The temptation of promotions and hazard pay is great, but shouldn't you take them when you're living?
Dearyn looked at Robin with the most pitiful expression on his face.
“Just in case, just in case…… Either I’m poisoned or… …Well, if something like that happens, I might not be able to complete my mission… What happens in that case?”
I really want to do my best to the end, but I asked with an expression that said, What if I really don't have any choice?
Robin replied with an expression that made him feel so sad that he was about to die.
“I sincerely hope nothing like this happens. Why the secret is secret… you will know.”
“…….”
I didn't want to know, but I already knew because of the cold tone in his voice.
Would it be easy to monitor if Dyaren lives her life keeping secrets, or would it be easier to kill an ordinary priest who had no presence or influence?
Dearyn felt a cold wind blowing on her back.
“After thinking about it, I think it's okay.”
“Well, that's a good thing.”
The two people smiled as they looked at each other, unable to be more affectionate.
It was truly a tearful social life.
"Then I'll go feed Sirius in the morning. You can be more sensitive on an empty stomach."
“I will accompany you.”
Naturally, Robin follows suit.
Sirius, who goes on a rampage as the ultimate in sensitivity, and Robin, who can kill and bury himself with a smile.
Pressure came from both sides.
Dearyn walked away feeling crushed.
When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and quietly opened the door.
You'll know who's coming by hearing the footsteps anyway. When you smell food, you'll know it's rice.
"Good morning."
There was no response to the morning greeting, but the chair did not fly or anything.
There is only a blank stare.
Dearyn looked away from her heart, which was beating with tension, and smiled calmly.
It was the ultimate office worker status.
“I have to eat breakfast. Thanks to the bird I caught this morning, I was able to eat breakfast.”
Dayarin praised the achievement as she looked at the empty window where one side of the glass had exploded.
Sirius just stared with a meaningless expression.
“Meal……let’s get it done.”
Diaren was so upset that she put her dishes on the floor.
There was no appetite at all in his swollen eyes. He looked like someone who found everything in the world annoying and annoying and wanted to get rid of it.
Once you eat it, won't that intense energy subside?
“Eat first.”
As Robin ordered.
Sirius calmly followed orders.
Just like yesterday, he sat down on the floor and started putting the bird in his mouth.
“Eat……is it worth it?”
Because of yesterday's record, Dayaren couldn't trust herself.
Sirius nodded and took the bird's meat into his mouth.
If you see that he does not spit after eating, this means that at least he did not create poison.
Dearyn quietly picked up one of her legs and put it in her mouth.
“I'll have a meal too... tsk.”
As soon as Diaren put a piece in her mouth, she immediately spat it out because of the unexpected smell.
“Did you take poison?”
Robin asked in surprise.
“This is not what is meant...”
It was worse than poison.
The poisoned food was at least delicious to eat.
It wasn't even toxic, but I felt like I was dying after eating it.
How on earth did you make this flavor with only birds and spices?
Is it possible that he was not actually a person but rather a ruler of taste?
Other than that, I didn't understand how they could create such an awful taste creatively.
"yeah…."
Dearyn tried to take another bite but eventually put her hand down.
There was no way I could get that down my throat.
Meanwhile, Sirius was eating well.
Is it possible that your senses are acute enough to detect poison with a single glance, but have such a dull sense of taste?
“Is it poison?”
Robin asked Sirius this time.
Sirius shook his head and put another piece in his mouth.
If you look closely, you can see that the bone is being chewed and swallowed without being spit out.
I should be thankful when I eat something delicious, but why do I feel so complicated? …
Deyarin even taught me how to eat mindfully.
“Eat and spit out the bones.”
“...”
Sirius stopped eating and looked at Dearyn.
He gave Sirius a look whose meaning was unknown.
I remembered the murderous look in Sirius's eyes that I had found while sleeping last night.
It's scary when you look at me like that.
“……No, if you want to eat it, just eat it...”
Dearyn, who felt the tingling sensation, immediately withdrew her mind.
Sirius resumed eating after a short pause.
It was like a bird chewing, but it gurgled in its mouth and spit out only the bones with no meat attached to them.
I see you're listening.
Dearyn looked at the piled-up bones and felt half-astonished and half-happy.
“The food the chef cooked yesterday was poisonous?”
Then Robin, who was observing the scene, asked a question.
Sirius nodded without stopping eating.
“What kind?”
“Chiranshu and Angdasan.”
“Hmm.”
Robin nodded softly, as if he was expecting this time.
Deyarin became curious at this sight.
“Do you even know the type?”
“Ah, the members of Unit Eight undergo poison recognition training and resistance training. He knows how to recognize most poisons.”
“They do all kinds of training.”
Suddenly, she remembered Sirius's strange side, hearing people breathing in a distant room.
“Is it possible that your sensitivity to sound is a result of your training?”
"I would add training to my qualifications. This is the result of selecting children with certain structural qualities and bringing them in for training."
Even with Robin's explanation, Deyarin didn't understand it right away.
There are limits to what can be developed through training.
Isn't Ceres' sensitivity beyond the characteristics of the human race?
“What kind of training do you do to do this?”
“I don’t know the details either, but… according to what I heard, he also did training, various procedures, and magic.”
"I beg your pardon? Magic?"
Diarine couldn't believe her ears.
Unseen powers such as magic were completely under the authority of the temple. Everything else is illegal.
Moreover, with the exception of battle priests, only divine power had to be used to save people.
Did you use it to turn children into weapons?
“Is the temple involved?”
I couldn't believe that the temple could use magic to turn children into weapons.
Even if the temple had not been involved, there would have been a problem.
This means that other than temples there are groups that openly use magic.
This is also for the soldiers trained by the country.
If such a group does exist, it should be dealt with at the temple level.
Robin confronted Darren.
“Are you curious?”
Dearyn's eyes wavered.
Ooops.
"no."
Dearyn shook her head as best she could.
“Not at all. I will never be curious, and I will never be curious again.”
Even if you know this, it will not help you in life.
Well, if this becomes known later, the temple will take care of it.
Even if you move forward and try to make things big, you'll still end up splitting up.
Deyarin meticulously abandoned her curiosity and sense of duty.
Moreover, the more you know, the more dangerous your life becomes.
However, people had to live only by doing what they were told.
“Anyway, because of your natural talent, training, and illegal activities, you have more sensitive nerves and reaction speed than the average person?”
This part was necessary information for treatment.
I'm going to die any minute, but I have to try to fix it until I can.
Dayaren suddenly remembered something she had ignored.
“But maybe the kid you brought wasn't as talented or couldn't keep up with the training?”
“But there are no losers in Unit Eight. No defeat.”
Robin smiled meaningfully.
If you fail, you die.
Diaren got goosebumps and her mouth became dry.
It is not that there were no people who remained behind and returned, but if they remained behind or were defeated, they would inevitably die and no one would be left behind.
If he fails, he may end up in the same situation.
“I can definitely do a good job!”
“I believe it.”
Dayarin made a firm decision.
Even if it doesn't work out, you'll have to do it well.
Robin nodded sharply, as if
Trust him.
“There may be repeated attempts like this in the future. But if you handle it well like this time, you will be fine.”
“Yes……yes?”
I passed by such a wonderful story as if it had never happened.
Dearyn came to her senses belatedly and looked at Robin.
"…… mostly?"
I feel like I heard something I shouldn't have heard….
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