2. The dog that became a hero
Diarin saw with her own eyes just how crazy those crazy bastards were.
But it is also true that the war ended quickly and victoriously thanks to those crazy bastards.
A national hero deserved to be treated as such.
Appropriate rewards and compensation are expected to be given; however, a problem arises here again.
The bastards of the 8th Division are so crazy that they can't even be released into society.
So the task of training those crazy bastards and making them debut as high society lords fell to the temple.
The temple has one more budget to receive, so it's a good idea.
Diarin, the priestess who actually had to work, cried.
“Hi, sir...”
Diarin cried as she left the temple.
But she couldn't even cry inside the carriage.
“I would like to once again thank the priest who took charge of this task.”
There was one more person in the moving carriage besides Diarin.
Robben Tariq.
A staff officer of the Laklion Army and the third son of Count Tariq.
To put it simply, he had outstanding personal abilities, but after the war ended, he had nothing to do in the family, so he became responsible for the 8th Division's aftermath.
“I just followed God’s will.”
Diarin swallowed her tears and answered formally.
Robben nodded with a look of understanding.
“Even if it was God’s will, it wouldn’t have been an easy decision for you personally.”
Instead of answering, Diarin just smiled.
This was like being scammed by the temple.
Now that she knows the subject of this top-secret investigation, she'll have to be locked up until the job is done. In short, it meant she'd be sent to prison.
Do you want to go to jail or risk your life working?
Both were crappy choices.
‘If only I had a good family, would I have lived like this?’
It's unfair, but she can't say anything because she wasn't born that way.
Although all priests are equal before God, they were only equal before God and not so much in the temple.
Even among the priests, there were few cases where divine power was manifested like that of Diarin.
If you came from a good family, you would have been able to rise through the ranks and only get promoted, but the reality is that your strength is being sucked away here and there.
“I have no one else to rely on but you, sir. Please take good care of me.”
“I’ll try to do it up to that point.”
Which is faster: dying from hardship or being beaten to death by an excited warrior?
While Diarin was having these fantasies, the carriage raced for quite some time from the temple located in the center of the city to the outskirts.
The mansion was built in a remote area near the capital.
It was a wise choice of location, as you never know what might happen if you let it loose in the middle of the city.
Because it was in the suburbs, the site was spacious.
Even after passing the main gate, you had to cross the forest and the lake to see the white-roofed mansion.
‘Even if someone dies, no one will be able to see...’
It must have been built for that purpose.
Having lived her life seeing both the good and the bad of the world, Diarin could clearly read the dark intentions of those who looked at her.
There are many temples and many priests.
The world doesn't care if a priest without any support or authority, like Diarin, disappears or dies in an accident on duty.
'I figure out how to survive.'
She hopes he is a dog that can understand human speech to some extent.
Diarin gathered the shreds of her faith that had been blown away by the storm and prayed to God.
Of course, she didn't have any great expectations that God would listen.
“This is the minimum safety measure, but...”
Just before reaching the entrance to the mansion, Robben cautiously extended his hand.
Diarin accepted it since it was given to her.
“Whistle?”
It was a whistle that could be worn like a necklace.
It looked like wood or metal. It looked like it had been specially treated.
"The existence of this object, like the 8th Division, is a top secret. It must never be seen by anyone else, and its existence must never be known."
What is it?
Diarin looked at the object in her palm here and there.
It was just a whistle.
After looking at it for a while, she started to get a strange feeling. She thought she'd be able to understand it clearly if she tried blowing on it.
When Diarin put the whistle to her mouth, Robben quickly stopped her.
“Use only when necessary.”
“When?”
“This whistle was developed to calm our dogs when they get too excited.”
Diarin looked down at the whistle again.
She had a feeling something was going on, so it was a special treatment 'like that'.
Because they were deliberately managed separately from other units and there was no need to visit the priest due to injuries, the members of the 8th Division did not see much, even though they were on the same battlefield.
She only saw them pass by a few times after the battle ended.
The 8th Division members were closer to beasts than people.
A menacing gaze that only looks forward, a threatening gesture that seems as if it will rush in and tear everything apart at any moment.
The 8th Division was wondering how to control such people, and this was the answer.
The members of the 8th Division were not only nicknamed dogs, but were actually treated like dogs.
Now that they're heroes, it'll be difficult for this to become known to the outside world.
You must make those who do not know the circumstances of the battlefield believe that their heroes were heroes from the moment they were born.
Diarin smiled bitterly.
She's already taken a big step into the conspiracy.
“I recommend using it appropriately, but...”
“I will take care of it. Until I make you a master.”
“Please take good care of me.”
Although her suffering was the hardest in the world, the more the identity of the 8th Division was revealed, the more heartbreaking it became.
Still, she thinks it's okay to think that he suffered in advance when he was young, because he will become a good young man and live well in the future.
It was rather enviable, since there was no guarantee that even if he suffered when he was young, he would live well when he was old.
Robben continued his explanation.
"The people in charge of meals, cleaning, and laundry will work on a commuting basis. Cleaning and laundry will be done once a week, and meals will be delivered every other morning. You'll rarely see them face-to-face."
It was complete isolation.
“There will be guards at the entrance to the mansion at all times, so if anything happens, call the guards.”
“What if something happens and they can help?”
“...A whistle would be more helpful.”
The guards at the main gate are either coming in to clean up the corpses or lying down with the corpses together.
In this mansion, Diarin had to somehow manage on her own.
“I’m happy to help you with anything you need, so if you need anything, please speak to the security guard at the front gate or leave a note for someone coming to work, and they’ll pass it on to me.”
Meanwhile, the carriage stopped in front of the mansion's entrance.
Robben opened the carriage door himself and sent Diarin out with a strong smile.
“Then, I really ask for your help.”
It was a really begging voice.
Diarin took a deep breath in front of the entrance, carrying a small suitcase.
The carriage had already left a long time ago.
There is no way back.
'Let's go in!'
Even if you waste time here, you won't automatically become a master.
Diarin clenched her fists, gave herself a final shout, and opened the front door.
I thought of the dog that would run at me as soon as I opened the door.
“...?”
It was quiet inside the mansion.
'Is there even a person there?'
The mansion was spacious and quiet.
There was no sound except for the clack-clack sound of Diarin's footsteps with each step she took.
'Hasn't it arrived yet...?'
That could have been the case. It could have been a problem because it was moving and it was glowing again.
'Then should we look for a room first?'
The mansion had two floors.
There were long corridors extending on both sides of the central hall on the first floor, and the same was true for the stairs on the second floor.
The hallway had doors on both sides, making it difficult to even look at each door.
Diarin opened the nearest door first.
It was a reception room.
It was fully furnished, even with furniture like a table and a sofa. Perhaps reflecting the previous owner's taste, the wallpaper covering the ceiling and walls was extravagant.
She took a look around and moved on to the next room.
The mansion looked grand and splendid from the outside, but it was even more magnificent inside.
"Gasp..."
Diarin gaped and looked around the mansion.
This is the first time in her life she have seen such a large and splendid room.
The room Diarin used in the temple was a tiny space the size of a coffin, so small that it was embarrassing to even call it a room.
A narrow bed that would have to be at attention to keep your arms out. The floor was barely wide enough for one person to walk around, and the only thing in the room was a drawer the size of two palms next to the bed.
There was even a joke saying that the priests were going to sleep together, saying, "They're going to sleep in a coffin," so what's the point of saying anything?
But every room in this mansion was large and beautiful.
Some rooms were painted pink from the door and had pink flowers painted all over them, while others were filled with a refreshing mint color.
There was a heavy room filled with antique oak furniture, and there was also an elegant purple room.
Compared to the coffin, it was all a palace.
She hadn't expected such luxury. She had only expected hardship, but the working environment was surprisingly good.
Excited, Diarin completely forgot about the person she was about to meet and flung open the last remaining white door.
"...Gasp."
Diarin's face, which had been smiling brightly with excitement, suddenly froze.
A completely white room came into view.
The ceiling is white, the floor is white, and the furniture is white.
But they were all torn to pieces and broken, rolling around on the floor.
A view of a room where everything is shattered.
And a man was crouching in the corner of the room.
He was a crazy dog.
Diarin saw with her own eyes just how crazy those crazy bastards were.
But it is also true that the war ended quickly and victoriously thanks to those crazy bastards.
A national hero deserved to be treated as such.
Appropriate rewards and compensation are expected to be given; however, a problem arises here again.
The bastards of the 8th Division are so crazy that they can't even be released into society.
So the task of training those crazy bastards and making them debut as high society lords fell to the temple.
The temple has one more budget to receive, so it's a good idea.
Diarin, the priestess who actually had to work, cried.
“Hi, sir...”
Diarin cried as she left the temple.
But she couldn't even cry inside the carriage.
“I would like to once again thank the priest who took charge of this task.”
There was one more person in the moving carriage besides Diarin.
Robben Tariq.
A staff officer of the Laklion Army and the third son of Count Tariq.
To put it simply, he had outstanding personal abilities, but after the war ended, he had nothing to do in the family, so he became responsible for the 8th Division's aftermath.
“I just followed God’s will.”
Diarin swallowed her tears and answered formally.
Robben nodded with a look of understanding.
“Even if it was God’s will, it wouldn’t have been an easy decision for you personally.”
Instead of answering, Diarin just smiled.
This was like being scammed by the temple.
Now that she knows the subject of this top-secret investigation, she'll have to be locked up until the job is done. In short, it meant she'd be sent to prison.
Do you want to go to jail or risk your life working?
Both were crappy choices.
‘If only I had a good family, would I have lived like this?’
It's unfair, but she can't say anything because she wasn't born that way.
Although all priests are equal before God, they were only equal before God and not so much in the temple.
Even among the priests, there were few cases where divine power was manifested like that of Diarin.
If you came from a good family, you would have been able to rise through the ranks and only get promoted, but the reality is that your strength is being sucked away here and there.
“I have no one else to rely on but you, sir. Please take good care of me.”
“I’ll try to do it up to that point.”
Which is faster: dying from hardship or being beaten to death by an excited warrior?
While Diarin was having these fantasies, the carriage raced for quite some time from the temple located in the center of the city to the outskirts.
The mansion was built in a remote area near the capital.
It was a wise choice of location, as you never know what might happen if you let it loose in the middle of the city.
Because it was in the suburbs, the site was spacious.
Even after passing the main gate, you had to cross the forest and the lake to see the white-roofed mansion.
‘Even if someone dies, no one will be able to see...’
It must have been built for that purpose.
Having lived her life seeing both the good and the bad of the world, Diarin could clearly read the dark intentions of those who looked at her.
There are many temples and many priests.
The world doesn't care if a priest without any support or authority, like Diarin, disappears or dies in an accident on duty.
'I figure out how to survive.'
From now on, she'll be living alone with that madman's bastard in that mansion.
Diarin gathered the shreds of her faith that had been blown away by the storm and prayed to God.
Of course, she didn't have any great expectations that God would listen.
“This is the minimum safety measure, but...”
Just before reaching the entrance to the mansion, Robben cautiously extended his hand.
Diarin accepted it since it was given to her.
“Whistle?”
It was a whistle that could be worn like a necklace.
It looked like wood or metal. It looked like it had been specially treated.
"The existence of this object, like the 8th Division, is a top secret. It must never be seen by anyone else, and its existence must never be known."
What is it?
Diarin looked at the object in her palm here and there.
It was just a whistle.
After looking at it for a while, she started to get a strange feeling. She thought she'd be able to understand it clearly if she tried blowing on it.
When Diarin put the whistle to her mouth, Robben quickly stopped her.
“Use only when necessary.”
“When?”
“This whistle was developed to calm our dogs when they get too excited.”
Diarin looked down at the whistle again.
She had a feeling something was going on, so it was a special treatment 'like that'.
Because they were deliberately managed separately from other units and there was no need to visit the priest due to injuries, the members of the 8th Division did not see much, even though they were on the same battlefield.
She only saw them pass by a few times after the battle ended.
The 8th Division members were closer to beasts than people.
A menacing gaze that only looks forward, a threatening gesture that seems as if it will rush in and tear everything apart at any moment.
The 8th Division was wondering how to control such people, and this was the answer.
The members of the 8th Division were not only nicknamed dogs, but were actually treated like dogs.
Now that they're heroes, it'll be difficult for this to become known to the outside world.
You must make those who do not know the circumstances of the battlefield believe that their heroes were heroes from the moment they were born.
Diarin smiled bitterly.
She's already taken a big step into the conspiracy.
“I recommend using it appropriately, but...”
“I will take care of it. Until I make you a master.”
“Please take good care of me.”
Although her suffering was the hardest in the world, the more the identity of the 8th Division was revealed, the more heartbreaking it became.
Still, she thinks it's okay to think that he suffered in advance when he was young, because he will become a good young man and live well in the future.
It was rather enviable, since there was no guarantee that even if he suffered when he was young, he would live well when he was old.
Robben continued his explanation.
"The people in charge of meals, cleaning, and laundry will work on a commuting basis. Cleaning and laundry will be done once a week, and meals will be delivered every other morning. You'll rarely see them face-to-face."
It was complete isolation.
“There will be guards at the entrance to the mansion at all times, so if anything happens, call the guards.”
“What if something happens and they can help?”
“...A whistle would be more helpful.”
The guards at the main gate are either coming in to clean up the corpses or lying down with the corpses together.
In this mansion, Diarin had to somehow manage on her own.
“I’m happy to help you with anything you need, so if you need anything, please speak to the security guard at the front gate or leave a note for someone coming to work, and they’ll pass it on to me.”
Meanwhile, the carriage stopped in front of the mansion's entrance.
Robben opened the carriage door himself and sent Diarin out with a strong smile.
“Then, I really ask for your help.”
It was a really begging voice.
***
Diarin took a deep breath in front of the entrance, carrying a small suitcase.
The carriage had already left a long time ago.
There is no way back.
'Let's go in!'
Even if you waste time here, you won't automatically become a master.
Diarin clenched her fists, gave herself a final shout, and opened the front door.
I thought of the dog that would run at me as soon as I opened the door.
“...?”
It was quiet inside the mansion.
'Is there even a person there?'
The mansion was spacious and quiet.
There was no sound except for the clack-clack sound of Diarin's footsteps with each step she took.
'Hasn't it arrived yet...?'
That could have been the case. It could have been a problem because it was moving and it was glowing again.
'Then should we look for a room first?'
The mansion had two floors.
There were long corridors extending on both sides of the central hall on the first floor, and the same was true for the stairs on the second floor.
The hallway had doors on both sides, making it difficult to even look at each door.
Diarin opened the nearest door first.
It was a reception room.
It was fully furnished, even with furniture like a table and a sofa. Perhaps reflecting the previous owner's taste, the wallpaper covering the ceiling and walls was extravagant.
She took a look around and moved on to the next room.
The mansion looked grand and splendid from the outside, but it was even more magnificent inside.
"Gasp..."
Diarin gaped and looked around the mansion.
This is the first time in her life she have seen such a large and splendid room.
The room Diarin used in the temple was a tiny space the size of a coffin, so small that it was embarrassing to even call it a room.
A narrow bed that would have to be at attention to keep your arms out. The floor was barely wide enough for one person to walk around, and the only thing in the room was a drawer the size of two palms next to the bed.
There was even a joke saying that the priests were going to sleep together, saying, "They're going to sleep in a coffin," so what's the point of saying anything?
But every room in this mansion was large and beautiful.
Some rooms were painted pink from the door and had pink flowers painted all over them, while others were filled with a refreshing mint color.
There was a heavy room filled with antique oak furniture, and there was also an elegant purple room.
Compared to the coffin, it was all a palace.
She hadn't expected such luxury. She had only expected hardship, but the working environment was surprisingly good.
Excited, Diarin completely forgot about the person she was about to meet and flung open the last remaining white door.
"...Gasp."
Diarin's face, which had been smiling brightly with excitement, suddenly froze.
A completely white room came into view.
The ceiling is white, the floor is white, and the furniture is white.
But they were all torn to pieces and broken, rolling around on the floor.
A view of a room where everything is shattered.
And a man was crouching in the corner of the room.
He was a crazy dog.
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