7. I'll take you for just 20 silver.
It's not as simple as, "We're out of toilet paper."
Can I tell you that I was almost poisoned last night by these clueless guards?
The food prepared by the chef was poisoned.
There is no way to tell if the poison was added by the cook or if the guards sneaked in and added it to the dish.
Diarin clenched her fist.
It was hard to keep smiling the way she had been smiling.
“I have something urgent to tell him... so please come as soon as possible.”
“Oh, yes. I will convey that.”
The guards answered without any sign of suspicion.
Diarin, who had been very nervous, breathed a sigh of relief at the guards' obedient answers.
“Well then, thank you for your hard work. May God bless you.”
Although it was only a formal greeting, the guards' faces brightened at the greeting.
It was surprisingly difficult to meet a priest, and even more difficult to receive a blessing.
“Uh, that, I’m sorry, but could you give me a blessing... just this once?”
A blessing is not just a greeting, but it means imparting even a single piece of divine power.
Nothing in reality will change much just because you have some divine power.
Still, people considered it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience divine power.
Even on the battlefield, people would cling to the priest who was becoming a corpse after using all his strength and beg for blessings.
Diarin was now able to handle such requests very maturely.
“Yes, of course.”
“Ah! As expected, you are merciful...”
“I’ll take you for just 20 silver!”
“...Huh.”
The guards gasped.
Their expressions were like they didn't know it would be paid.
But Diarin showed an unwavering smile.
Religion is a belief.
In other words, the more you insist, the more trustworthy you are.
"God has given me the ability to serve the world. I'll use it to give it to the guard, and the guard will give me money, which will, in turn, expand my opportunities to help the world. Will you truly join in God's will?"
“Ah, ah! So that’s how it is!”
No way.
However, the level of trust held by the priest profession was enormous.
Diarin's smooth tongue, honed over a long period of time, also played a part.
Diarin drove a wedge into the guards who were over twenty.
“Yes. Please understand, it’s all according to God’s will. And...”
Even though there was no one around, Diarin approached and whispered secretly.
“It’s fate that we’ve come to know each other like this, so I’ll lower the price to 10 silver.”
Wow, that's groundbreaking.
But it wasn't like the front line was going to dry up and die right away, so she wrote it with a generous heart.
If she lives like this, maybe God will make that crazy dog come to his senses a little more.
“Well, that’s about it! Please take good care of me!”
Twenty silver is the price of an expensive meal. Ten silver is the amount you can easily buy at any store you pass by.
The price was slightly high and then suddenly went down, so the guards suddenly felt like they had made a profit and easily opened their wallets.
“May all your future endeavors be successful, and may God’s blessings be with you wherever you go.”
“Love too.”
“Oh, normally there is an extra fee for dating... but I’ll just do it.”
If you have the divine power to be especially effective in love, you can immediately ascend to the rank of one of the seven children of God.
The seven children of God were the highest rank one could attain as a priest.
A new candidate must be elected when a vacancy arises, and even if a candidate is recommended, he or she must receive unanimous approval from the remaining six members to be promoted.
The seven children of God were almost godlike.
The reason why the story of the seven children of God was included in the blessing of love was, in short, to mean that there is no such thing in the world.
“Oh!”
But isn't it better if we're both good?
After all, blessings are all about making you feel good.
Besides, Diarin actually used a little bit of divine power.
Because if you are in good condition, you can do anything well.
Your complexion may improve a little, making you look prettier to others, and your body may become more energetic, making you more attractive.
Then, your relationship might go well, or something.
'This isn't a scam.'
Diarin nodded, proud of being a priest.
“Oh! I already have a feeling something is going on!”
I'll come.
It will feel like you ate a whole box of nutritional supplements in one go.
There are no side effects. It's a truly profit-free business.
Diarin turned around and greeted him affectionately.
“Thank you! Thank you! I hope you, too, Priestess, complete your work safely!”
“...”
It's just a greeting, but why does it feel so deeply in my heart?
The journey back to the mansion to face the real-life-or-death matter was a long one.
It was physically distant.
Between the mansion and the entrance, there was a large lake, a forest, and even a small hill.
Walking that long distance was good exercise.
Even with her morning workout on an empty stomach, she's starting to feel incredibly hungry.
Ceres must be starting to get hungry by now.
'When you starve, you become more sensitive.'
Diarin was more worried that Ceres would go berserk if starved than that she was hungry.
Even though he ate everything she gave him, she didn't know how he would go crazy if he kept eating things that didn't taste good.
Diarin went into the kitchen, racking her brain over the thought of a diet she had never had to worry about in her life.
“...Yes, let’s try anything.”
At least it's better than yesterday's food waste.
But the world of cooking was far and profound.
If you want to do something, you need to know the basics.
Even the food waste she produced yesterday was accidentally 'well' produced.
'It turns out that doing anything doesn't work!'
Diarin stared blankly at the results, which could hardly be called food, with a deep respect for the expertise of others.
The bread failed at the kneading stage, becoming a bizarre thing that made you wonder what kind of creature was born there.
The only extreme results left were unrecognizable lumps of dough and burnt charcoal.
She couldn't even touch the other ingredients because she didn't know how to make a dish with them.
“Salad for breakfast, after all...?”
If you can't cook, at least lay out the ingredients.
At least for salad, you just have to pick the grass.
Diarin neatly gave up cooking.
Chaenggang!
Just then, a loud crashing sound was heard outside.
“Wh, what are you talking about?”
Diarin hurriedly ran out of the building.
The moment she stepped out of the building, there was another loud crash.
“Hic!”
The fact that 'hic' came out instead of 'kyaak' was the result of desperate patience and self-control.
Even at that moment, it occurred to her that this could be a scream announcing the end of life.
It was a terrible feeling unique to someone who had been on a battlefield.
As Diarin froze, holding her breath, a shard of glass, a candlestick, and something fluttering fell right in front of her nose.
“What, what is it?”
Looking closely, it was a bird hit by a candlestick.
Why is this here?
She looked up at the place it had fallen to with blank eyes and saw a second-floor window that was shattered, and the curtains were fluttering in the wind.
Now, there was only a window frame left, and that was where Ceres's room was.
Diarin immediately grasped the situation.
Our dog has been hunting since morning...
Diarin laughed and bowed her head humbly.
She doubts he caught it to make breakfast. His sensitive nerves probably couldn't stand the sound of a bird crying, and it killed him.
She is just so grateful that he didn't kill her because she had a runny nose.
Diarin picked up the bird, sending a few unspoken thanks toward the window.
You shouldn't feed grass to someone who is already sensitive.
When you're feeling down, don't you just send the meat in front?
Fortunately, Ceres found prey.
“You caught the bird yourself, so you won’t have any complaints, right...”
Diarin began to carefully roast the bird.
Diarin was so focused that she didn't even notice someone approaching her from behind.
“What’s going on...”
“Wow! Surprise!”
After looking back in a hurry, Robben was standing there.
She was so focused on baking that she didn't notice any movement.
“I called you several times.”
“Oh, I was so focused on cooking... that you came running?”
Sweat was running down Robben's forehead.
Still, she thought he would be very busy as he was a key figure in the military.
She thought it would take a few days to contact him, but he showed up surprisingly quickly.
“I came on horseback.”
“Not a carriage?”
“I thought it was urgent.”
“...Ah, it’s urgent.”
“Who did he kill?”
Robben seemed to be in quite a hurry.
After exchanging greetings, he started asking questions without giving her a chance to say anything else.
"Shhhh."
Robben didn't even give Diarin a chance to speak before spouting off a torrent of speculations.
And then the voice grew louder and higher.
Diarin hurriedly pressed her finger to her lips.
Ceres must also be hearing this sound.
“I haven’t fed him breakfast yet.”
"Yes?"
“He’ll be sensitive because he's on an empty stomach.”
Sensitive dogs should not be provoked.
No matter how many times you tell a dog to calm down, the dog just doesn't understand.
It's right for humans to just quietly adjust.
“Oh, yes.”
Robben understood immediately and quickly shut his mouth.
As Diarin opened her mouth to whisper about the situation, a burning smell entered her nose.
“Just a moment. Breakfast is on the way.”
Just because you're a little late doesn't mean the poison will run away on its own.
But if breakfast is late, Ceres may go crazy.
The priority now was to keep him from going crazy.
Robben also understood the importance of breakfast. Instead of pressing for an answer, he watched as Diarin rescued the tiny breakfast.
It's not as simple as, "We're out of toilet paper."
Can I tell you that I was almost poisoned last night by these clueless guards?
The food prepared by the chef was poisoned.
There is no way to tell if the poison was added by the cook or if the guards sneaked in and added it to the dish.
Diarin clenched her fist.
It was hard to keep smiling the way she had been smiling.
“I have something urgent to tell him... so please come as soon as possible.”
“Oh, yes. I will convey that.”
The guards answered without any sign of suspicion.
Diarin, who had been very nervous, breathed a sigh of relief at the guards' obedient answers.
“Well then, thank you for your hard work. May God bless you.”
Although it was only a formal greeting, the guards' faces brightened at the greeting.
It was surprisingly difficult to meet a priest, and even more difficult to receive a blessing.
“Uh, that, I’m sorry, but could you give me a blessing... just this once?”
A blessing is not just a greeting, but it means imparting even a single piece of divine power.
Nothing in reality will change much just because you have some divine power.
Still, people considered it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience divine power.
Even on the battlefield, people would cling to the priest who was becoming a corpse after using all his strength and beg for blessings.
Diarin was now able to handle such requests very maturely.
“Yes, of course.”
“Ah! As expected, you are merciful...”
“I’ll take you for just 20 silver!”
“...Huh.”
The guards gasped.
Their expressions were like they didn't know it would be paid.
But Diarin showed an unwavering smile.
Religion is a belief.
In other words, the more you insist, the more trustworthy you are.
"God has given me the ability to serve the world. I'll use it to give it to the guard, and the guard will give me money, which will, in turn, expand my opportunities to help the world. Will you truly join in God's will?"
“Ah, ah! So that’s how it is!”
No way.
However, the level of trust held by the priest profession was enormous.
Diarin's smooth tongue, honed over a long period of time, also played a part.
Diarin drove a wedge into the guards who were over twenty.
“Yes. Please understand, it’s all according to God’s will. And...”
Even though there was no one around, Diarin approached and whispered secretly.
“It’s fate that we’ve come to know each other like this, so I’ll lower the price to 10 silver.”
Wow, that's groundbreaking.
But it wasn't like the front line was going to dry up and die right away, so she wrote it with a generous heart.
If she lives like this, maybe God will make that crazy dog come to his senses a little more.
“Well, that’s about it! Please take good care of me!”
Twenty silver is the price of an expensive meal. Ten silver is the amount you can easily buy at any store you pass by.
The price was slightly high and then suddenly went down, so the guards suddenly felt like they had made a profit and easily opened their wallets.
“May all your future endeavors be successful, and may God’s blessings be with you wherever you go.”
“Love too.”
“Oh, normally there is an extra fee for dating... but I’ll just do it.”
If you have the divine power to be especially effective in love, you can immediately ascend to the rank of one of the seven children of God.
The seven children of God were the highest rank one could attain as a priest.
A new candidate must be elected when a vacancy arises, and even if a candidate is recommended, he or she must receive unanimous approval from the remaining six members to be promoted.
The seven children of God were almost godlike.
The reason why the story of the seven children of God was included in the blessing of love was, in short, to mean that there is no such thing in the world.
“Oh!”
But isn't it better if we're both good?
After all, blessings are all about making you feel good.
Besides, Diarin actually used a little bit of divine power.
Because if you are in good condition, you can do anything well.
Your complexion may improve a little, making you look prettier to others, and your body may become more energetic, making you more attractive.
Then, your relationship might go well, or something.
'This isn't a scam.'
Diarin nodded, proud of being a priest.
“Oh! I already have a feeling something is going on!”
I'll come.
It will feel like you ate a whole box of nutritional supplements in one go.
There are no side effects. It's a truly profit-free business.
Diarin turned around and greeted him affectionately.
“Thank you! Thank you! I hope you, too, Priestess, complete your work safely!”
“...”
It's just a greeting, but why does it feel so deeply in my heart?
The journey back to the mansion to face the real-life-or-death matter was a long one.
It was physically distant.
Between the mansion and the entrance, there was a large lake, a forest, and even a small hill.
Walking that long distance was good exercise.
Even with her morning workout on an empty stomach, she's starting to feel incredibly hungry.
Ceres must be starting to get hungry by now.
'When you starve, you become more sensitive.'
Diarin was more worried that Ceres would go berserk if starved than that she was hungry.
Even though he ate everything she gave him, she didn't know how he would go crazy if he kept eating things that didn't taste good.
Diarin went into the kitchen, racking her brain over the thought of a diet she had never had to worry about in her life.
“...Yes, let’s try anything.”
At least it's better than yesterday's food waste.
But the world of cooking was far and profound.
If you want to do something, you need to know the basics.
Even the food waste she produced yesterday was accidentally 'well' produced.
'It turns out that doing anything doesn't work!'
Diarin stared blankly at the results, which could hardly be called food, with a deep respect for the expertise of others.
The bread failed at the kneading stage, becoming a bizarre thing that made you wonder what kind of creature was born there.
The only extreme results left were unrecognizable lumps of dough and burnt charcoal.
She couldn't even touch the other ingredients because she didn't know how to make a dish with them.
“Salad for breakfast, after all...?”
If you can't cook, at least lay out the ingredients.
At least for salad, you just have to pick the grass.
Diarin neatly gave up cooking.
Chaenggang!
Just then, a loud crashing sound was heard outside.
“Wh, what are you talking about?”
Diarin hurriedly ran out of the building.
The moment she stepped out of the building, there was another loud crash.
“Hic!”
The fact that 'hic' came out instead of 'kyaak' was the result of desperate patience and self-control.
Even at that moment, it occurred to her that this could be a scream announcing the end of life.
It was a terrible feeling unique to someone who had been on a battlefield.
As Diarin froze, holding her breath, a shard of glass, a candlestick, and something fluttering fell right in front of her nose.
“What, what is it?”
Looking closely, it was a bird hit by a candlestick.
Why is this here?
She looked up at the place it had fallen to with blank eyes and saw a second-floor window that was shattered, and the curtains were fluttering in the wind.
Now, there was only a window frame left, and that was where Ceres's room was.
Diarin immediately grasped the situation.
Our dog has been hunting since morning...
Diarin laughed and bowed her head humbly.
She doubts he caught it to make breakfast. His sensitive nerves probably couldn't stand the sound of a bird crying, and it killed him.
She is just so grateful that he didn't kill her because she had a runny nose.
Diarin picked up the bird, sending a few unspoken thanks toward the window.
You shouldn't feed grass to someone who is already sensitive.
When you're feeling down, don't you just send the meat in front?
Fortunately, Ceres found prey.
“You caught the bird yourself, so you won’t have any complaints, right...”
Diarin began to carefully roast the bird.
Diarin was so focused that she didn't even notice someone approaching her from behind.
“What’s going on...”
“Wow! Surprise!”
After looking back in a hurry, Robben was standing there.
She was so focused on baking that she didn't notice any movement.
“I called you several times.”
“Oh, I was so focused on cooking... that you came running?”
Sweat was running down Robben's forehead.
Still, she thought he would be very busy as he was a key figure in the military.
She thought it would take a few days to contact him, but he showed up surprisingly quickly.
“I came on horseback.”
“Not a carriage?”
“I thought it was urgent.”
“...Ah, it’s urgent.”
“Who did he kill?”
Robben seemed to be in quite a hurry.
After exchanging greetings, he started asking questions without giving her a chance to say anything else.
“Or did you nearly kill him? He didn’t escape, did he?!”
Robben didn't even give Diarin a chance to speak before spouting off a torrent of speculations.
And then the voice grew louder and higher.
Diarin hurriedly pressed her finger to her lips.
Ceres must also be hearing this sound.
“I haven’t fed him breakfast yet.”
"Yes?"
“He’ll be sensitive because he's on an empty stomach.”
Sensitive dogs should not be provoked.
No matter how many times you tell a dog to calm down, the dog just doesn't understand.
It's right for humans to just quietly adjust.
“Oh, yes.”
Robben understood immediately and quickly shut his mouth.
As Diarin opened her mouth to whisper about the situation, a burning smell entered her nose.
“Just a moment. Breakfast is on the way.”
Just because you're a little late doesn't mean the poison will run away on its own.
But if breakfast is late, Ceres may go crazy.
The priority now was to keep him from going crazy.
Robben also understood the importance of breakfast. Instead of pressing for an answer, he watched as Diarin rescued the tiny breakfast.
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