6. I understand why you're crazy.
Maybe even more sensitive than a dog.
Dogs can still live with humans.
She had to send him back to sleep again, but she was also worried that he would come running again because of her breathing or snoring.
“Even if I tell you to go back and sleep well... you won’t be able to sleep, right?”
There was definitely no sleep in those sparkling eyes.
Diarin hesitated for a moment, then gestured slightly toward Ceres, who was still standing blankly at the door.
Ceres just looked at Diarin's gesture as if he didn't understand it.
“Come in.”
“?”
"If you're not going to sleep right away, let's at least sit down and talk. Talking might help you relax and fall asleep."
Diarin also woke up.
Since it had already turned out this way, she thought it would be better to take some time to become closer.
When Diarin pointed to a table and chair on one side of the room, Ceres obediently sat down on the chair.
His sitting posture was as upright as a human model. I expected his spine to be so straight that even a bone specialist would exclaim in admiration.
“I’ll even make some tea... I don’t want to bother.”
A tea set was placed on one side of the room.
However, she had to go to the kitchen to boil water. It was very inconvenient.
There was water left floating while cleaning.
Diarin glanced at Ceres as she poured water into the teapot.
“Don’t be surprised.”
Nothing had happened yet. Ceres just tilted hia head.
Diarin placed the teapot in both hands and closed her eyes.
And soon, in an instant, the water boiled.
“!”
Only then did Ceres' eyes widen in surprise.
“Battle Priest?”
"No."
There are different types of priests.
A ‘just a priest’ who applied to become a priest and completed theological training.
She heard that, thanks to the advantage of at least not having to starve, the number of applicants increased as the war dragged on. Rumor has it that the number of applicants has soared to such an extent that even theological training courses are now charging fees, and the rejection rate from the exams is quite high.
Diarin was also a 'just a priest' who entered like this, but later on, her divine power manifested.
There are also cases where people are scouted as priests because they are born with divine powers, regardless of theological education.
They are called the 'true priest' and are revered by the public and cherished by the temple.
But that doesn't mean life will bloom.
If the priests simply filled the temple's belly with physical and mental labor, these priests with divine power sap the temple's belly by sucking out divine power. A little more.
There is no way that a priest who is supposed to live a simple life will ever be full.
Some priests fill their bellies by illegally accepting bribes and selecting people, but Diarin did not have such business acumen.
Finally, there are priests with special divine powers, the so-called 'battle priests'.
Divine powers are mostly manifested as healing powers. However, very rarely, some can exert powers other than healing, such as telekinesis or firepower.
Broadly speaking, they fall into the category of 'true priests', but they are usually deployed in battle and are nicknamed 'battle priests'.
Just hearing the names of telekinesis and firepower may seem incredible, but the divine powers that humans possess have limits.
Even the most powerful divine powers in history, the so-called "God's Beloved Child," were unable to raise the dead. Even the most powerful divine powers had their limitations.
Even the battle priests could, at best, fire their arrows faster than manually lighting a cannon, or shoot them with more precision than aiming and shooting a bow.
Battle priests are always sent to the front lines.
They become popular and get promoted quickly. However, the likelihood of dying quickly also increases.
Diarin didn't want to gamble her life like that, so she hid it.
“It’s a secret.”
Where would Ceres go to talk? But if you share a secret, you become close.
Diarin quickly poured the tea into a teacup and winked.
Ceres nodded with a dumbfounded expression.
“Oh, can I turn on the light?”
"...Yes."
Ceres reluctantly agreed, but with a tone of patience.
The lamp's flame was also lit with divine power. Its firepower was superior to that of a small spark, so it quickly rose and fell, creating a large flame.
"...Ugh."
Ceres reacted sharply immediately.
“Shall I turn it off?”
Diarin became tense and quickly prepared to cover the fire with her palm.
He's the kind of person who would come running at the sound of snoring, so she should have been a little more careful when turning on the light.
Diarin watched Ceres with caution.
“...”
Ceres didn't say 'yes'.
Although he was briefly alerted by the flames, it didn't seem to have become sharper, not even by sound.
Phew, Diarin breathed a sigh of relief.
“Drink it. It’ll warm your stomach and help you relax a bit.”
She told him to just stare at the teacup, and he tried to down it all at once like dinner.
“Slowly, sip by sip, savoring the fragrance.”
Diarin stopped him urgently.
The teacup is already half empty.
Ceres slowly turned the corner of his mouth, observing the situation.
Gulp.
It wasn't like he knew the taste or the aroma. He just drank slowly because Diarin told him to.
You can't get full on the first drink.
She decided to be satisfied with just taking a sip today.
Perhaps it was the warm liquid entering his stomach that made Ceres' face relax a little.
“Are you feeling better?”
"A little."
"Thank god."
It's like seeing a stray dog on the street eat a piece of bread you offered. It's a kind of satisfaction as a living being.
“Can you still hear sounds other than my breathing?”
"Yes."
“What are you talking about?”
"Three birds are waking up outside the window and moving branches. Five rats. The guard at the front gate is changing shifts."
“...You can hear all that?”
Diarin's mouth fell open.
Ceres nodded.
“How can that be?”
"Training."
“...Can that be done with training?”
"Yes."
He is a man who has lived on the battlefield almost his entire life since childhood.
There is nothing more important than killing the enemy and surviving yourself.
To survive, you would have to listen, see, and move better than others.
In combat, sensitivity is advantageous for survival, but is it really necessary to be this sensitive?
Diarin became a little disturbed.
“How can you not go crazy after hearing all that...?”
As she was saying that, a realization came to me.
“...Ah, so you’re crazy?”
She finally understood who this crazy bastard was.
It's impossible for a person to not go crazy hearing all those things over and over again.
The birds chirped cheerfully in the early morning.
"...morning..."
Diarin muttered blankly, looking out the bluish window.
She couldn't sleep a wink all night.
She gave Ceres tea, made him grow well, and gave him divine power before sending him back.
After that, Ceres never invaded again.
But from then on, Diarin's nerves began to get on edge.
She couldn't even breathe comfortably, thinking that every sound she made was reaching Ceres's ears.
'How did I breathe?!'
As she spent the whole night worrying about that and awkwardly inhaling and exhaling, the day passed.
She couldn't even breathe properly, and her head was spinning.
The sound of birds chirping, which would normally have felt refreshing, felt like a sharp, piercing needle piercing through her head.
“Ugh...”
Diarin, who was clutching her head and groaning, quickly covered her mouth.
What if Ceres, like me, couldn't sleep properly?
Even at such a sound, he can get up and run.
People who don't sleep become sensitive. It was terrifying to imagine Ceres, already sensitive, becoming even more sensitive there.
Ceres's growl sounded like an auditory hallucination.
Today could really be the last day of her life.
‘What should I do...’
She didn't dare to go up and check.
While Diarin was pondering this, her stomach growled. Yesterday's last meal was a mixture of the horrible food she created and garbage. She brought it back to her room, but she couldn't finish it, so she left most of it behind.
Her hungry stomach, which had been hungry all night, fiercely insisted on being fed something quickly.
Ceres must be out now, too.
'...ah!'
I guess I'll just have to feed it!
When you're full, your nerves are relaxed.
Judging from what he ate yesterday, it seems like he eats well no matter what she gives him, so let's feed him breakfast first.
Diarin, who had found a way, moved nimbly.
It's already become second nature to get ready quickly in the morning.
Whether in the temple or on the battlefield, speed is of the essence.
Even though she had just woken up, it was only a matter of time before she became the same as usual.
'Oh, right.'
It's urgent from the morning, so she forgets a lot of things.
Diarin, who was heading straight for the kitchen, turned around and headed toward the front door.
The guards at the main gate were delighted to see Diarin.
“Good morning! Oh my, your complexion is... You must have had a hard time all night.”
"Ha ha ha."
I did, it was hard.
The guards' imaginations ran wild at Diarin's weakly smiling reaction.
"Using divine power is no easy task, is it? It seems you're taking extra care to treat the wounds of a war hero, making it even more difficult."
"Ha ha ha..."
That's right. You don't know that the war hero is a mad dog.
Diarin barely managed to suppress the pent-up emotions welling up inside her with a laugh.
How did they end up being drafted into this dangerous task?
They may only think about defending against external enemies, but their main mission will be to stop Ceres from running wild and breaking out from within.
Although it was semi-forced, they knew it and volunteered. They were simply guarding the Grim Reaper without knowing anything.
A bittersweet sense of solidarity arose from the suffering we shared together.
“You must be tired. How did you manage to get here? Do you need anything?”
“Oh, I have something to tell Mr. Robben.”
“What should I convey to you?”
Diarin, who had opened her mouth, hesitated.
Maybe even more sensitive than a dog.
Dogs can still live with humans.
She had to send him back to sleep again, but she was also worried that he would come running again because of her breathing or snoring.
“Even if I tell you to go back and sleep well... you won’t be able to sleep, right?”
There was definitely no sleep in those sparkling eyes.
Diarin hesitated for a moment, then gestured slightly toward Ceres, who was still standing blankly at the door.
Ceres just looked at Diarin's gesture as if he didn't understand it.
“Come in.”
“?”
"If you're not going to sleep right away, let's at least sit down and talk. Talking might help you relax and fall asleep."
Diarin also woke up.
Since it had already turned out this way, she thought it would be better to take some time to become closer.
When Diarin pointed to a table and chair on one side of the room, Ceres obediently sat down on the chair.
His sitting posture was as upright as a human model. I expected his spine to be so straight that even a bone specialist would exclaim in admiration.
“I’ll even make some tea... I don’t want to bother.”
A tea set was placed on one side of the room.
However, she had to go to the kitchen to boil water. It was very inconvenient.
There was water left floating while cleaning.
Diarin glanced at Ceres as she poured water into the teapot.
“Don’t be surprised.”
Nothing had happened yet. Ceres just tilted hia head.
Diarin placed the teapot in both hands and closed her eyes.
And soon, in an instant, the water boiled.
“!”
Only then did Ceres' eyes widen in surprise.
“Battle Priest?”
"No."
There are different types of priests.
A ‘just a priest’ who applied to become a priest and completed theological training.
She heard that, thanks to the advantage of at least not having to starve, the number of applicants increased as the war dragged on. Rumor has it that the number of applicants has soared to such an extent that even theological training courses are now charging fees, and the rejection rate from the exams is quite high.
Diarin was also a 'just a priest' who entered like this, but later on, her divine power manifested.
There are also cases where people are scouted as priests because they are born with divine powers, regardless of theological education.
They are called the 'true priest' and are revered by the public and cherished by the temple.
But that doesn't mean life will bloom.
If the priests simply filled the temple's belly with physical and mental labor, these priests with divine power sap the temple's belly by sucking out divine power. A little more.
There is no way that a priest who is supposed to live a simple life will ever be full.
Some priests fill their bellies by illegally accepting bribes and selecting people, but Diarin did not have such business acumen.
Finally, there are priests with special divine powers, the so-called 'battle priests'.
Divine powers are mostly manifested as healing powers. However, very rarely, some can exert powers other than healing, such as telekinesis or firepower.
Broadly speaking, they fall into the category of 'true priests', but they are usually deployed in battle and are nicknamed 'battle priests'.
Just hearing the names of telekinesis and firepower may seem incredible, but the divine powers that humans possess have limits.
Even the most powerful divine powers in history, the so-called "God's Beloved Child," were unable to raise the dead. Even the most powerful divine powers had their limitations.
Even the battle priests could, at best, fire their arrows faster than manually lighting a cannon, or shoot them with more precision than aiming and shooting a bow.
Battle priests are always sent to the front lines.
They become popular and get promoted quickly. However, the likelihood of dying quickly also increases.
Diarin didn't want to gamble her life like that, so she hid it.
“It’s a secret.”
Where would Ceres go to talk? But if you share a secret, you become close.
Diarin quickly poured the tea into a teacup and winked.
Ceres nodded with a dumbfounded expression.
“Oh, can I turn on the light?”
"...Yes."
Ceres reluctantly agreed, but with a tone of patience.
The lamp's flame was also lit with divine power. Its firepower was superior to that of a small spark, so it quickly rose and fell, creating a large flame.
"...Ugh."
Ceres reacted sharply immediately.
“Shall I turn it off?”
Diarin became tense and quickly prepared to cover the fire with her palm.
He's the kind of person who would come running at the sound of snoring, so she should have been a little more careful when turning on the light.
Diarin watched Ceres with caution.
“...”
Ceres didn't say 'yes'.
Although he was briefly alerted by the flames, it didn't seem to have become sharper, not even by sound.
Phew, Diarin breathed a sigh of relief.
“Drink it. It’ll warm your stomach and help you relax a bit.”
She told him to just stare at the teacup, and he tried to down it all at once like dinner.
“Slowly, sip by sip, savoring the fragrance.”
Diarin stopped him urgently.
The teacup is already half empty.
Ceres slowly turned the corner of his mouth, observing the situation.
Gulp.
It wasn't like he knew the taste or the aroma. He just drank slowly because Diarin told him to.
You can't get full on the first drink.
She decided to be satisfied with just taking a sip today.
Perhaps it was the warm liquid entering his stomach that made Ceres' face relax a little.
“Are you feeling better?”
"A little."
"Thank god."
It's like seeing a stray dog on the street eat a piece of bread you offered. It's a kind of satisfaction as a living being.
“Can you still hear sounds other than my breathing?”
"Yes."
“What are you talking about?”
"Three birds are waking up outside the window and moving branches. Five rats. The guard at the front gate is changing shifts."
“...You can hear all that?”
Diarin's mouth fell open.
Ceres nodded.
“How can that be?”
"Training."
“...Can that be done with training?”
"Yes."
He is a man who has lived on the battlefield almost his entire life since childhood.
There is nothing more important than killing the enemy and surviving yourself.
To survive, you would have to listen, see, and move better than others.
In combat, sensitivity is advantageous for survival, but is it really necessary to be this sensitive?
Diarin became a little disturbed.
“How can you not go crazy after hearing all that...?”
As she was saying that, a realization came to me.
“...Ah, so you’re crazy?”
She finally understood who this crazy bastard was.
It's impossible for a person to not go crazy hearing all those things over and over again.
***
The birds chirped cheerfully in the early morning.
"...morning..."
Diarin muttered blankly, looking out the bluish window.
She couldn't sleep a wink all night.
She gave Ceres tea, made him grow well, and gave him divine power before sending him back.
After that, Ceres never invaded again.
But from then on, Diarin's nerves began to get on edge.
She couldn't even breathe comfortably, thinking that every sound she made was reaching Ceres's ears.
'How did I breathe?!'
As she spent the whole night worrying about that and awkwardly inhaling and exhaling, the day passed.
She couldn't even breathe properly, and her head was spinning.
The sound of birds chirping, which would normally have felt refreshing, felt like a sharp, piercing needle piercing through her head.
“Ugh...”
Diarin, who was clutching her head and groaning, quickly covered her mouth.
What if Ceres, like me, couldn't sleep properly?
Even at such a sound, he can get up and run.
People who don't sleep become sensitive. It was terrifying to imagine Ceres, already sensitive, becoming even more sensitive there.
Ceres's growl sounded like an auditory hallucination.
Today could really be the last day of her life.
‘What should I do...’
She didn't dare to go up and check.
While Diarin was pondering this, her stomach growled. Yesterday's last meal was a mixture of the horrible food she created and garbage. She brought it back to her room, but she couldn't finish it, so she left most of it behind.
Her hungry stomach, which had been hungry all night, fiercely insisted on being fed something quickly.
Ceres must be out now, too.
'...ah!'
I guess I'll just have to feed it!
When you're full, your nerves are relaxed.
Judging from what he ate yesterday, it seems like he eats well no matter what she gives him, so let's feed him breakfast first.
Diarin, who had found a way, moved nimbly.
It's already become second nature to get ready quickly in the morning.
Whether in the temple or on the battlefield, speed is of the essence.
Even though she had just woken up, it was only a matter of time before she became the same as usual.
'Oh, right.'
It's urgent from the morning, so she forgets a lot of things.
Diarin, who was heading straight for the kitchen, turned around and headed toward the front door.
The guards at the main gate were delighted to see Diarin.
“Good morning! Oh my, your complexion is... You must have had a hard time all night.”
"Ha ha ha."
I did, it was hard.
The guards' imaginations ran wild at Diarin's weakly smiling reaction.
"Using divine power is no easy task, is it? It seems you're taking extra care to treat the wounds of a war hero, making it even more difficult."
"Ha ha ha..."
That's right. You don't know that the war hero is a mad dog.
Diarin barely managed to suppress the pent-up emotions welling up inside her with a laugh.
How did they end up being drafted into this dangerous task?
They may only think about defending against external enemies, but their main mission will be to stop Ceres from running wild and breaking out from within.
Although it was semi-forced, they knew it and volunteered. They were simply guarding the Grim Reaper without knowing anything.
A bittersweet sense of solidarity arose from the suffering we shared together.
“You must be tired. How did you manage to get here? Do you need anything?”
“Oh, I have something to tell Mr. Robben.”
“What should I convey to you?”
Diarin, who had opened her mouth, hesitated.
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