1. A real mad dog
“Whoa! Calm down!”
Today also started with a scream.
Diarin was drenched in sweat, struggling to subdue the mad bastard who was shoving her roughly with his whole body.
“Whoa! Calm down!”
Today also started with a scream.
Diarin was drenched in sweat, struggling to subdue the mad bastard who was shoving her roughly with his whole body.
Of course, a person who possesses all three traits—‘crazy,’ 'bastard,‘ and 'son of a bitch’—couldn't be reasoned with.
It's hard to have just one of the three, but he has all three.
Just think about it, how true it is.
But Diarin wasn't doing this for a day or two.
The mad dog's fury has become so familiar that it's worn out.
Diarin skillfully patted the back of the mad bastard who was growling and infused it with divine power.
There aren't many priests who would be able to stand under a large, panting man like this.
Even though she was a priestess, she was still a woman. But Diarin moved her hand calmly.
This is something that can be done because it is a career position.
“Shhh... It’s okay... This isn’t a battlefield...”
In this situation, it is not possible for just anyone to be able to sing a calming lullaby.
As expected, I am a special priest chosen by God.
That's how she convinced herself of her ridiculous workload.
It was a kind of desperate attempt not to run away.
The bastard son of a bitch buried his face in Diarin's shoulder for a long while, gasping for breath in ragged heaves, until finally he slumped limp with a heavy sigh.
The word 'crazy' was given because it was really crazy and ran wild.
This crazy bastard was constantly going berserk.
And the priest who was assigned the role of calming it down was none other than Diarin.
“Please step aside now.”
Diarin tapped his thick torso to let others know he was alive.
He was still alive, but if he held on a little longer, he would soon die.
"Ah..."
The 'not crazy' guy who had come to his senses, 'now' got up.
Diarin glanced at the clock in the distance and congratulated him absentmindedly.
“Congratulations. You calmed down ten seconds faster than last time.”
The man who wasn't crazy now sat there blankly without answering.
She didn't even expect a thank you.
Diarin sat up with a sigh.
As expected of a crazy, rambunctious bastard, the room quickly became a hot mess.
She's sick of seeing this mess now.
It was obvious that if someone else came in to clean up, he would go crazy again.
Diarin began to pick up things as usual.
But just as she picked one up, she felt someone tug on her clothes' hem, so she straightened her back and turned around again.
Although not crazy, the eyes of an abandoned puppy were looking up at Diarin.
“What?”
“...”
This bastard doesn't know how to say what he wants to say.
Move, look, or something.
But would Diarin understand? That wasn't it.
Diarin could only understand if spoken in human language.
“Say it out loud.”
“Next to you...”
“What’s next to you?”
“Stay next to me.”
She really wants to throw it away and say she doesn't like it...
...If they continue like this, they will have to start all over again.
The look is pitiful, but in reality, it is no different from a threat.
“Ugh.”
Diarin sighed deeply and sat down on the floor.
Even though he asked her to stay by his side, he didn't even come close enough to hug her.
Diarin, who had been staring blankly at the dog that had come within a hand's length of her, sighed deeply once again.
Turning that crazy bastard's son into a respectable young gentleman and debuting him in high society seemed like a long way off.
How did my fate turn out like this...
Diarin's recollection began as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
***
“May God bless you.”
The chief priest greeted Diarin with a kind smile.
He always had a kind smile on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were always disastrous.
Diarin greeted him with a forced smile.
“What happened to me...”
It was a huge deal for Diarin, a common priest, to have a one-on-one meeting with the chief priest.
In Laklion, the temple was a huge complex.
In addition to the central temple where the highest priests, called the 'Seven Children of God', are located, temples are built in each region.
There is a chief priest in charge of each temple, and there is a high priest in charge of each temple in each region.
In this strict class system, Diarin, a common priest, was nothing.
To put it simply, she was a jerk who had to be teased.
“Priestest Diarin, it has been quite some time since we began to spread the divine will to the world together, hasn’t it?”
"Yes..."
I'm anxious.
Why are you pretending to be friendly?
“There were challenges, but the Priestess Diarin showed great growth and overcame them.”
“Yes...”
It was a warning that he would be assigning her shitty tasks from now on.
Diarin's anxiety grew even more.
"God's will is as bright as the sun, but the world is inevitably shadowed. Isn't it our role as priests to seek out even the most shadowy corners and illuminate the entire world?"
“So, what should I do?”
It's not something that happened in a day or two, and Diarin is now sick of it.
At first, she hated it, she was scared, she cried, she rebelled. She even rolled on the floor. But she's long since realized that the results are always worse than being quiet.
If you're going to be picky, you have to be picky.
She would appreciate it if he could explain properly where and how to do it.
Since she doesn't have a proper backing, she takes on difficult tasks and can't get promoted.
In order to gain connections with the temple, noble families would send at least one child to become a priest, but they were promoted without even a single grain of divine power.
Having lived through it for a long time, Diarin became a Priest who was worn down by the world.
“It’s about helping people suffering from the aftereffects of war adapt to society.”
Laklion fought a long war with Sorven.
Diarin was also drafted to that battlefield twice.
The battlefield needs more than just warriors. It also needs priests and doctors.
And the priest is a battlefield talent who can simultaneously demonstrate psychological stability and medical skills, doing the work of two people at once.
What that means is that she almost died doing the work of two people.
Diarin stared at the chief priest.
“I’ve been to the battlefield twice, and this time I’m receiving treatment for the aftereffects of war.”
It sounds like a difficult task at first glance.
Only those who have been there know how devastated a person becomes after even one visit to a battlefield.
“They are the ones who need God’s care more than anyone else.”
“I think I should be the one to receive that care.”
Financial treatment, promotion treatment, etc.
In principle, priests cannot earn money personally. The temple's revenue is public money.
No matter how much Diarin worked, nothing fell into her hands.
Growing up in a temple, she took it for granted. She was content just to live without starving or being cold.
But after going to the battlefield and almost dying several times, she changed her mind.
“Wouldn’t it be better to give a sip of water to someone who is dying of thirst?”
“And what if I die?”
“You will find eternal peace in the arms of God.”
“...”
The last time she was moved by those words was seven years ago.
Ah, God is saving me, I must work hard!
When she was young and naive, she thought that way and worked really hard, putting her heart and soul into it.
Now she knows what it means.
It meant that if you give up, it's over.
“Then what if it’s so hard until you’re about to die?”
Diarin demanded a more realistic and specific compensation.
The eyes of the two people met without moving an inch apart.
The chief priest isn't sitting there for nothing.
She thought he knew how to distinguish between threats and negotiations.
"I have witnessed the outstanding abilities of Priestess Diarin, who has spread the divine will far and wide. Regrettably, the central government has not recognized your abilities and sincerity."
Diarin raised her eyebrows slightly.
The bite has come.
“If you can successfully complete this task, the central government, as well as the seven children of God, will surely acknowledge the abilities of Priestess Diarin.”
That means, 'I will promote you.'
The desired answer was lost.
Only then did Diarin humbly accept her duty.
“Wherever God wills, the reason for the existence of a priest is to be there.”
“I thought you would say that, Diarin.”
The two people who had come to a mutual understanding smiled sincerely again.
“So, when and who can I help?”
"The sooner the better. Just one person will be in charge."
Again, a feeling of anxiety crept up on her.
One person?
Wait, something isn't what she expected.
This wasn't the hospital work for veterans.
The fewer the subjects, the higher the truth level.
“These are the heroes of this war, the soldiers of the 8th Division.”
“...”
Why does anxiety never go astray?
Diarin let out a hollow laugh.
“Haha, ha. Those crazy bastards on the battlefield?”
“Please take care of just one bastard, not ‘those bastards’.”
Even the chief priest did not deny that he was an asshole.
The 8th Division of the Laklion Army.
The so-called crazy bastards of the battlefield.
They were a small group of special forces who brought victory to Laklion, who was on the defensive.
Because it is a top secret of the military, nothing is known about where they were recruited or how they were trained.
The existence of the 8th Division was unknown to the outside world, so only those on the front lines knew of its existence.
Diarin saw him a few times in passing on the battlefield. Covered in blood, his eyes sparkling.
They even rushed at us without even recognizing our own allies.
So the nickname stuck: Mad Bastard of the Battlefield.
Diarin groaned and covered her face.
Even if he were just a god, not a priest following the will of God, she didn't have the confidence to handle those crazy bastards.
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