RAMBYM - Chapter 4

4. Look up at the sky and curse


The man's sharp gaze was like a cat ready to slash at any moment.

Diarin flinched and withdrew her hand from the wound that was pouring divine power into it.

“I was treating you.”

The man looked back and forth between Diarin's face and his own half-naked body.

His gaze lingered a little longer on the top, which was clearly not his own.

“...It’s true.”

Diarin expressed her grievances.

The man was speechless.

The initiative had already flown away to the other world.

Diarin hesitated for a moment and then just took both hands off.

“Shall I go?”

“....”

Judging from the fact that he doesn't attack, it doesn't seem like he dislikes it...

Just in case, Diarin asked again.

“Shall we continue?”

The man shut his mouth tightly again and closed his eyes.

The feeling of divine power seeping into his body is quite good. It's warm and languid...

It will also help calm his sensitive feelings.

Yeah, she wouldn't mind that at all.

Diarin regained some of her confidence.

All this time, she hid her original power to avoid being sucked up by the temple.

But she instinctively knew that her divine power was no joke.

Even Diarin herself didn't know the limits of her divine power. She simply assumed she was a genius, blessed by the gods.

Having received the man's permission, Diarin poured out her divine power more actively.

This contrasted with the careful treatment she had given him, for fear of waking him up.

The man looked up at Diarin, his shoulders trembling as if startled by the feeling.

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

Then, relax your body.

It didn't seem like he would suddenly attack now.

“My name is Diarin?”

The man opened his eyes slightly.

'Shut up' didn't come back.

“Is it a little less noisy now?”

“...”

But it seems okay since he doesn't use evil.

“Can you bear it?”

"Yes."

Oh my, and answer too.

“Was it unbearable earlier?”

"Yes."

They say he's a good dog who will endure anything he has to endure.

It was time to find out how much this puppy could endure.

"What's your name?"

Before we can figure out your dog's patience level, we need to know his name.

Because of the tumultuous first meeting, there was no time for a proper introduction.

"Ceres."

“Ceres. That’s beautiful. Who named it?”

"I don't know."

“...I see, you don’t know.”

It was so difficult to hold a normal conversation.

How on earth can we make a person like this into a young master and have him debut in high society?

Diarin looked up at the sky and cursed.

The excuse is that it's to help with socialization, but isn't it that they deliberately sent her to a place where no one is around to rot away and die, supporting this crazy guy her whole life?

'No, it won't be that bad.'

Considering the popularity of the 8th Division, he doesn't think so.

It was the 8th Division that effectively ended the war.

As the war ended and the soldiers returned home, rumors about the 8th Division spread throughout the world.

It is difficult for people to know accurate news from within the military unless they are on the front lines.

You only heard rumors like, "They sent troops from a certain territory, His Highness the Second Prince personally took up the sword," and the rest is mostly just your imagination.

But the words of the soldiers who were actually on the front lines had a different weight.

Moreover, attention cannot help but be focused on the strength that has been shown.

Thanks to this, public curiosity was instantly drawn to the 8th Division. Public opinion exploded, demanding that the war heroes be properly rewarded.

'Oh, but this is too much.'

In the temple, if they received money, they would have readily accepted the work and said, "Oh, thank you. We'll do it."

She didn't know that the condition of the 8th Division members would be like this.

The priest does the work, and the temple takes the money.

'I'm the only one who's going to get split up again.'

Shit.

Diarin couldn't cry, so she laughed.

Ceres stared at Diarin's smile as if he was seeing something strange.

“I’m glad to see you, I’m glad to see you.”

“?”

“...It’s just something everyone says when they first meet.”

"Yes."

Yeah, what on earth does that mean?

Are you saying you understand, are you saying you are happy, or are you just saying it?

Still, she should be grateful that her even responded.

“But, is it always like this?”

“?”

She felt that she couldn't hear a concrete answer from the blank look in his eyes as he returned.

A little more friendly, at eye level.

“What does our Ceres do regularly?”

"Training."

Oh, thankfully, it worked.

“And what else?”

"Sleep."

"Also?"

“Eat.”

“What about when you're not doing that?”

Ceres had no further answer.

It was said that life was just three things: training, sleep, and eating.

It wasn't much different from Diarin's own life, which consisted of nothing but prayer, work, sleep, eating, and chatting.

She felt sympathy for people who had lived in similar circumstances.

“When you train, don’t you get excited like before?”

"...Yes."

This dog is a breed that needs to be taken for walks.

Another thing she learned was this.

While they were talking, they finished treating the bleeding wounds.

But there were more wounds left, old wounds that had accumulated during the war.

She thought she might as well do it while she's at it, so she reached out to another wound.

It was the first time she had used so much divine power at once, so even Diarin wasn't sure about her own condition.

But the body was honest.

Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle.

Her stomach quickly ordered to fill up its tank.

“...Ugh.”

Ceres's pupils dilated sharply.

He's been able to hold back on the occasional chatter so far, but it seems he can't stand the growling sound.

Diarin immediately let go of her hand and stood up.

“I will make sure to eat.”

Ceres sat up as soon as Diarin got up.

Thanks to that, Diarin could also see the back.

There were scratches on the back as well, but it was in better condition than the front.

But she thought it would take quite some time to heal all the hidden wounds.

It wasn't something that could be finished in one day.

It'll take some time. Quite a bit.

“Yes, I’ll go down and eat some food to get rid of the stomach growling.”

Because the growling sound is annoying, and you don't want to kill it.

As she was getting up from her seat, Diarin felt Ceres' gaze blankly looking up at her.

Come to think of it, it was also her job to prepare Ceres' meals.

“...Oh, are you hungry?”

“...”

The blank eyes that return again.

It didn't look like he was hungry enough to eat her right away.

But wouldn't it be safer to prepare and feed them in advance?

“But if I bring you food, do you want to eat together?”

"Yes."

Fortunately, Ceres did not refuse the food offered.

Diarin quickly got up from her seat.

It was quite mentally draining to be stuck next to someone who might jump on you at any moment.

As she left the room on wobbly legs, she looked back and saw Ceres still sitting there, looking at Diarin.

“...Go sit on the bed.”

Even if it was the 8th Division, it would be fine to sit on a bed of thorns, but it seemed a bit sad, so she interfered.

Surprisingly, Ceres got up from her seat in response to Diarin's words.

Strangely enough, he was a crazy dog ​​that listened well.

***

Diarin went down to the kitchen, which she had glanced at earlier.

On the counter, there were dishes lined up that looked like they had been prepared by a chef.

Some time had passed, so the food was no longer warm.

It seemed like he had brought some food while he was dropping off Ceres.

'Oh, this is grand.'

These were some of the most wonderful dishes she's ever seen.

The meat dishes were adorned with elaborate decorations worthy of a banquet, the bread melted in your mouth, and even the desserts sparkled like jewels, all perfectly prepared.

'They made sure I had a good meal because I were working hard.'

The food provided at the temple was enough to keep one from dying.

The welfare of being able to eat well and sleep comfortably is precious.

The extreme job that she thought she had to run away from is starting to get a little better.

Diarin left the kitchen with food for two people.

The amount was enough, so even if each person ate five servings, it would probably last a week.

“The meal has arrived.”

Diarin knocked and waited for a long time before opening the door.

There was no sound coming from inside.

She didn't know what would happen if she just opened it.

Diarin put the tray on the floor, picked up the whistle, and knocked on the door again.

“Shall I open the door?”

"...Yes."

The answer came back faintly.

Diarin let out a small sigh of relief and opened the door.

Squeak.

“Ugh.”

At exactly this moment, a sharp sound came from the door that had never been heard before.

Diarin looked at Ceres, holding her breath.

The room was as quiet as when she left. Apparently, he hadn't had a seizure in the meantime. It was worth it to move as quietly as possible.

“Shall I go in...?”

"...Yes."

Still, just in case, she checked once and went into the room.

Ceres was still sitting on the bed just as Diarin had left.

It seemed like he wasn't moving at all, but his eyes were slightly blurry.

“If you’re sleepy, do you want to eat later?”

“...?”

Even though it was a simple question, Ceres just stared at Diarin as if he didn't understand.

'Ah.'

You're not good at making your own choices.

If you say, "Do you want to do it right now?", they will always say "yes", but it is difficult to say, "Do you want to do it?"

Oh my, the road ahead was so long.

Before making a master, we must first make a person.

“Yes, let’s eat first.”

It will happen little by little.

Diarin first tried making a full beast.

All the furniture except the bed was smashed, so there was no place to put the tray.

Diarin looked around and had no choice but to spread the food on the floor.

"...Hmm."

Diarin, who had finished displaying the food, groaned at the result.

The fancy food was left on the messy floor and turned into dog food.

She need to make a master, but she can't just give him dog food like this.

But it was too risky to drag Ceres out of the room.

She had no choice but to eat dog food together today.

She felt like she was eating dog food with this wonderful food. She had mixed feelings.

“Please eat.”

Diarin recommended it while holding the utensils.

Ceres began eating as if he had been waiting for it.

“...”

Diarin's mind became dizzy as she watched Ceres stuffing food into his mouth with both hands.

She hope it's not because she served it like dog food.

This isn't usually the case, is it?

She tried to be as positive as possible, but she knew better than anyone that it wasn't true.

It's ruined.

That was a beast of a cub.

"No, this is a world where even bears ride bicycles. Even dogs can become gentlemen."

Diarin had never been more devout than at that moment.

Clinging to God seemed to be the only answer.

“Take it slow...”

It was a moment when she tried to teach calmly with the hope of a miracle.

A murderous look appeared in Ceres' eyes.

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