# 9
Robin smiled very kindly.
“It may be less because it is no longer a battlefield, but since it already happened once, it is impossible for it not to happen again.”
“It's not a battlefield, so why...”
It's not something that only happens once.
It's hard to live your life chained to a rabid dog, but how could it be so refreshing to be asked to survive while being subjected to an assassination attempt from the outside?
“Some people may not be happy with the war hero look.”
"Yes……."
Deyarin moaned.
Politics happens wherever people gather.
Humans will do anything to avoid having their interests taken away.
“Yes, so it will be important for you to appear as a wonderful gentleman in society.”
“Wonderful……Little Master…….”
Dearyn looked at the crazy dog who was accumulating new bones like a mountain.
Suddenly the world felt impermanent.
A logical goal will give you the motivation to take on the challenge.
That person who is good at killing people and is more sensitive than a dog.
Little teacher.
This is a great guy too.
Everyone in the world said: Wow! The 8th Division member was an amazing person! A young master so brilliant that people are praising him as a “war hero!”
…… Ha ha ha.
“……Is this possible?”
“What if he asks the person who has to do it from now on?”
Robin smiled and asked again, but the bones buried in his words hit Dearen like a whip.
If it doesn't work, you have to do it. What are you talking about?
It was something I'd heard a lot somewhere.
I had certainly returned from the battlefield, but it was a battlefield again.
* * *
“Oh, I'm crazy.”
This morning, I lived on a little roasted bird, some grass, and some fruit.
The meal was as bad as it had been when they were surrounded and completely isolated at the front.
Robin asked Dearyn to eat for a while.
The reason was that it was difficult to ensure complete security as the food was passing through the hands of many people.
Because of this poisoning attempt, the people involved were completely divided.
Sirius' identity was also kept completely secret.
Even if I met someone, the fact that I was meeting a member of the Eighth Division would have to remain a secret.
“It's been easy up to this point.”
All you have to do is keep your mouth shut.
But putting it in your mouth was a different matter.
Robin said he will only send the ingredients separately, so please take care with your cooking.
Pretending not to hear the poison created by Dearyn's hand.
"My mouth? Isn't my mouth a mouth too?"
Diarine was sad.
Sirius ate well everything he was served.
Although it wasn't enough, I didn't complain.
Since Sirius was eating so well, he couldn't protest to Robin.
Sirius had to snap and say, “Does it make sense to starve?” And make a loud noise.
It was just a shame that he couldn't eat.
All I get in return is: “Oh my God, cheer up.”
Today again, Deyarin shook her head as she looked at the miserable results she had created with her own hands.
This level of cooking skill was an insult to the ingredients.
“This is worse than being surrounded and eaten by rats...”
At that time, I was under siege with the cook.
Surprisingly, even mice were completely edible if you were good at cooking them.
I was able to hold on because I had hope that the Salvation Army would arrive soon.
I was even more desperate because this could take months or years.
Having to eat this kind of food not just for a few days, but for years….
There was absolutely no expectation that Deyarin's cooking skills would improve over the years.
"…… Yes?"
Suddenly, Dearyn raised her head as an idea occurred to her.
Why did I think this would take years?
The safest way to escape from this dreary and crowded situation.
All I had to do was turn that crazy dog into a good master.
For other priests, it may take several years.
But isn't he a super powerful Magic King, a Great Priest, recognized by God and granted special divine powers!
“Okay, that's it!”
It was said that Ceres was actually soaked in all kinds of cures and magic.
Now that you know the reason, it will be much faster to solve.
Deyarin did not hesitate and got up from the seat.
* * *
“The priestess has arrived.”
Dearyn stuck her head in the door first.
Since nothing flies, it may be a pass to enter.
However, Sirius didn't really care whether people entered or not as long as they didn't make a sound.
Sometimes, when something bothers you a lot, do you express your opinion clearly by throwing something? Didn't it bother you? There was no need to be vague.
These were the traits of the crazy dog that Dearyn had discovered over the past few days.
And so far, Sirius was doing his job regardless of whether Dearyn came or not.
“…….”
Deyarin was speechless at the scene that was unfolding before her eyes.
Sirius was standing in the middle of the room.
But my feet were pointing toward the ceiling.
In other words, he was standing on his head.
It wasn't just a handstand. The handstand was extraordinary.
Sirius was standing on his head with one thumb.
As Dearyn blinked, her thumb changed to her index finger.
Then again, the index finger becomes the middle finger, and the middle finger becomes the ring finger.
After watching it move to her little finger and then back to her thumb, Dearyn shook her head because she had no sense of reality.
After Sirius returned to his thumb, he began doing push-ups in that state.
Why is the world upside down there?
Dayarin was astonished by a phenomenon that she could not understand even after looking at it again.
After that, Sirius moved his center of gravity from his thumb to his little finger about ten times before he could stand on the ground like a normal person.
“…processed……I came here to...”
Does this body really need treatment?
I felt skeptical about the word therapy.
“Huh.”
Sirius sat quietly and greeted Dearyn.
Sirius seemed more stable than before, perhaps because no one had come to visit him over the past few days and Dearren had not snored during the night.
I took a break simply because the tendency to bite and tear everything to shreds had subsided.
“I will come closer.”
“Huh.”
Dearyn turned on her heel and crawled closer.
Ceres made no effort, unlike someone who had just won a battle with gravity.
My breathing became heavy and I couldn't even sigh.
However, the scars that appeared to have appeared not long ago have become red and prominent.
“I think it would be best to lie down and get treated.”
After one word from Dearyn, Sirius immediately lay down on the ground.
For reference, the condition of the room was the same as when it was torn to pieces.
Torn furniture was strewn across the floor.
Sirius didn't care and lay on his back.
“……Isn’t it better to lie on the bed?”
"no."
"No? Uncomfortable? The bed?"
“Huh.”
M.M.: Hey, hah, malt al-batal means yes. ಠ,_｣ಠ
“Why?”
“…….”
Sirius didn't answer why.
It seems uncomfortable.
“Are you sleeping on the floor then?”
“Huh.”
I didn't know because I didn't see him sleeping until I knocked him unconscious.
The bed in Sirius's room looked just as large and good as the bed in Dearyn's room.
Unless the bed has spikes instead of a rug, why would it be so uncomfortable on the floor?
I couldn't understand the English sentence, but what can I do if I feel uncomfortable?
“Yes, then let's get started.”
Dearyn was a sage saint who chose life support over curiosity.
There was no need to get on my nerves by asking.
Deyarin also kept the whistle up her sleeve so that it could be easily removed in preparation for any unexpected situation.
“If there is anything uncomfortable, please tell me.”
Sirius nodded briefly.
His attitude was that he didn't care what others did to him if he let it.
He looked at his body as if it was not his own.
This situation made Dayaren feel uncomfortable.
He looked like a human, but I felt like I was standing in front of something that wasn't really human.
I still haven't figured out what made this person like that.
But you will find out soon.
Dearyn began to gather divine power and focus on Ceres' body.
“Hmm…….”
However, there was no significant result today either.
No matter how I looked at every corner of my body, there was no clear place.
There were traces of healing old wounds and faint traces of magic.
This was him.
The supposed reason why Ceres was as sensitive as a mad dog could not be found.
“Can you remember the actions you have taken so far?”
Instead of answering, Sirius looked at Dearyn with blank eyes.
He is someone who trains regardless of whether the wounds on his body have exploded or not.
I couldn't remember what action I had taken.
“You can't do that.”
Dearyn decided not to be so greedy.
This is how I put the ruler's words into practice.
A life of abandonment.
Deyarin easily gives up her expectations for Sirius.
“Let me put my hand on your back. Please sit down.”
All warriors have sensitive backs.
Since you never know what kind of surprise attack might come from behind, it's bound to happen this way.
If you make a mistake, your head could explode.
Sirius moved silently as Dearyn had instructed.
Even when Deyarin carefully massaged his back and examined his wounds, he did not move a single muscle.
Usually the soldiers tolerated this, but they showed signs of resentment.
Sirius had the attitude of not recognizing his body as his own.
It seemed as if the difficult life he lived was visible.
Although I did not live up to my own human rights as much as I cared for the human rights of others, I felt bitter.
If possible, I hope you can become a true master and live well.
This road was also the road to Al-Sa'a
Birth and liberation.
The path we had to take was the same anyway.
“If you work hard, something will work out.”
There was nothing else I could do but work hard.
Instead of running away and deceiving the imperial family, the army, and the temple, there was a greater chance of success if you sacrificed your life and worked hard to become a master.
It was then.
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