8. If it doesn't work, make it work.
Robben, who saw the fire stabilizing, spoke cautiously.
“But it’s pretty small for breakfast.”
“Ceres threw a candlestick in the morning and caught it... That’s all.”
“Oh, so that’s what you caught. There’s a lot of leftover food. Why?”
Robben looked around at the food still piled high in the kitchen.
Diarin shrugged her shoulders at the poisons in the form of food.
“There was poison in the meal I prepared yesterday.”
“Oh, you must be surprised. Are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
“Yes, fortunately, Ceres ate first... huh?”
Robben didn't even ask, "Really?" It seemed as if such a thing could happen.
It was a strange attitude.
“You’re reacting as if you’re really familiar with it?”
“Yes, it happens all the time. Oh, I’ll ride.”
"Ah."
It was a mystery why one side was burning while the other was not.
Even as she was rescuing the bird from becoming charcoal, Robben's words lingered in a corner of her mind.
“Is it common to drink poison?”
“It’s not like you’re eating rice, but it’s one of the most common assassination attempts.”
"common..."
Her eyes were dizzy.
Diarin couldn't finish speaking.
This place was more dangerous than a battlefield.
It was an extreme job, with the risk of being bitten by a mad dog at any moment, and the possibility of eating poison like food.
Her anger towards the chief priest who had sent her here boiled over again.
“Are you okay?”
“...It might not be okay...”
Diarin calmed her dizzy head and repeated a spell to bring peace of mind.
Hazard pay, hazard pay...
Promotion, promotion...
'But when you die, it's all over!'
The lure of promotions and hazard pay is great, but she has to survive to get them.
Diarin looked at Robben with the most pitiful expression possible.
“Just in case... I get poisoned or something like that... I might not be able to complete my mission... What would happen if that happened?”
She asked with an expression that said, "I really want to do my best until the end, but what if I really can't help it?"
Robben replied with a look of genuine pity on his face.
"I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. You know why confidentiality is confidentiality... right?"
“...”
She doesn't want to know, but she already knows from the gloomy tone in his speech.
Would it be easier to monitor Diarin and keep her secrets her entire life, or would it be easier to kill and eliminate a single ordinary priest with no presence or influence?
Diarin felt a chilling wind sweep across her back.
“Now that I think about it, it seems okay.”
“Well, that’s fortunate.”
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if nothing could be more affectionate.
It was truly a tearful social life.
"Then I'll go feed Ceres in the morning. He can be more sensitive on an empty stomach."
“I will accompany you.”
Robben followed suit naturally.
Ceres, who is running wild as the king of sensitivity, and Robben, who can kill and bury her with a smile.
Pressure came from both sides.
Diarin walked with a feeling of being crushed.
When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and quietly opened it.
Anyway, he'll know who's here by the sound of footsteps. He'll also know it's food by the smell.
"Good morning."
There was no response to my morning greeting, but no chair flew over or anything.
There are only eyes that stare intently with blank eyes.
Diarin smiled peacefully, ignoring her heart that was pounding with tension.
It was the ultimate office worker mode.
“I need to eat breakfast. Thanks to the bird you caught this morning, I can have breakfast.”
Diarin praised the achievement, looking out the empty window with one side of the glass blown out.
Ceres just looked at her with an expression that didn't make sense.
“Let’s eat...”
Diarin felt a pang in her stomach and put the food down on the floor.
His dull eyes showed no sign of appetite. He looked like someone who was so annoyed by everything in the world that he wanted to throw it all away.
Once you eat it, won't that sharp energy subside?
“Eat first.”
Robben also gave the order.
Ceres obeyed the order obediently.
Just like yesterday, he plopped down on the floor and started stuffing the bird into his mouth.
“Is it... edible?”
Because of yesterday's record, Diarin couldn't trust herself.
Ceres nodded and brought the new meat to his mouth.
If he doesn't spit it out after eating, it means that at least it didn't make poison.
Diarin quietly picked up one of the legs and put it in her mouth.
“I’ll eat something too... huh.”
As soon as Diarin put a piece in her mouth, she spat it out immediately due to the unexpected fishy smell.
“Have you been poisoned?”
Robben asked in surprise.
“No, that’s not it...”
It was worse than poison.
Poisoned food at least tasted good when eaten.
This wasn't even poisonous, but it was so delicious she could've killed herself.
How on earth did they create such a flavor with just birds and spices?
Otherwise, she couldn't understand how she could create such a creatively horrible taste.
"Ugh..."
Diarin tried to take another bite, but eventually put her hand down.
It was just not palatable.
Meanwhile, Ceres was eating well.
How can someone with such keen senses that they can detect poison at a glance be so dull in taste?
“Is it poison?”
Robben then turned to Ceres.
Ceres shook his head and put another piece in his mouth.
If you look closely, you can see that he is not spitting out the bones, but chewing and swallowing them whole.
She should be grateful when he eats well, but why does she feel so complicated...?
Diarin even taught him how to eat carefully.
“Please spit out the bones before eating...”
“...”
Ceres stopped eating and stared at Diarin.
Ceres gave her a look that she couldn't understand.
She remembered the murderous look in Ceres' eyes that she had seen while sleeping last night.
It's scary when he looks at her like that.
“...No, if you want to eat it, just eat it...”
A stinging Diarin immediately retracted her opinion.
Ceres resumed his meal, which had been paused for a moment.
He was chewing on the bird just the same, but after chewing it in his mouth, he spat out only the bones without any flesh attached.
You do listen.
Diarin looked at the piled-up bones, her heart pounding with a mixture of wonder and relief.
“There was poison in the food the chef prepared yesterday?”
Robben, who was watching the scene, asked a question.
Ceres nodded without stopping to eat.
“What kind?”
“Chirancho and Andasan.”
"Hmm."
Robben nodded calmly, as if he had expected this again.
Diarin became curious at the sight.
“Do you even know the type?”
"Oh, the 8th Unit members receive training in poison identification and tolerance. They know how to identify most poisons."
“You’re doing all kinds of training.”
Suddenly, she remembered the strange aspect of Ceres, who could hear people breathing in a room far away.
“Is being sensitive to sound also a result of training?”
"I think we added training to their talents. We selected children who had some talent from the very beginning and trained them."
Even with Robben's explanation, Diarin didn't immediately understand.
There are limits to what can be developed through training.
Ceres's sensitivity is beyond the characteristics of the human species.
“What kind of training do you do to become like that?”
“I don’t know the details either... but from what I heard, it seems that training also included various treatments and sorcery.”
“What? Sorcery?”
Diarin doubted her ears.
Invisible powers like sorcery were entirely within the jurisdiction of the temple. Anything else was illegal.
Moreover, except for the battle priest, divine power was only to be used to save people.
You used that to turn children into weapons?
“Is the temple involved?”
It was hard to believe that the temple could have used magic to turn children into weapons.
It would have been a problem even if the temple had not been involved.
This means that groups that use sorcery in addition to temples are openly active.
That too, to soldiers trained by the country.
If such a group really existed, it was something that had to be dealt with at the temple level.
Robben faced Diarin.
“Are you curious?”
Diarin's eyes shook.
Oops.
"No."
Diarin shook her head as best she could.
“Not at all. I’m never curious, and I never will be.”
Knowing this stuff won't help you in life.
What is this? If it becomes known later, the temple will take care of it.
If you step forward and try to make things worse, you'll only end up getting kicked out.
Diarin neatly put aside her curiosity and sense of duty.
Besides, the more you know, the more your life is at risk.
In any case, people had to live by doing only what they were told.
“So, you’re saying that through natural talent, training, and even some illegal activities, you’ve developed nerves and reaction speeds that are more sensitive than the average person?”
This part was information that was necessary for treatment.
She's planning to run away whenever she feels like dying, but she'll try to fix it until she can.
Diarin suddenly remembered something she had overlooked.
“But what if the child you brought in didn’t have talent or couldn’t keep up with the training?”
"But there are no stragglers in the 8th Division. There are no defeats."
Robben smiled meaningfully.
If you fall behind, you die.
Diarin felt goosebumps, and her mouth went dry.
It's not that no one fell behind and returned, but rather that those who fell behind or were defeated unconditionally died and were not left behind.
And if she failed, she could end up in the same situation.
“I can definitely do it!”
“I believe you.”
Diarin made a firm pledge.
Even if it doesn't work out, I'll do my best.
Robben nodded his head strongly, as if he believed it.
"There may be more attempts like this in the future. But if you handle them well, like this time, you'll be fine."
“Yes... Yes?”
You just let the amazing story flow by so casually.
Diarin came to her senses a beat later and looked at Robben.
"...often?"
I think I heard something I shouldn't have...
Robben, who saw the fire stabilizing, spoke cautiously.
“But it’s pretty small for breakfast.”
“Ceres threw a candlestick in the morning and caught it... That’s all.”
“Oh, so that’s what you caught. There’s a lot of leftover food. Why?”
Robben looked around at the food still piled high in the kitchen.
Diarin shrugged her shoulders at the poisons in the form of food.
“There was poison in the meal I prepared yesterday.”
“Oh, you must be surprised. Are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
“Yes, fortunately, Ceres ate first... huh?”
Robben didn't even ask, "Really?" It seemed as if such a thing could happen.
It was a strange attitude.
“You’re reacting as if you’re really familiar with it?”
“Yes, it happens all the time. Oh, I’ll ride.”
"Ah."
It was a mystery why one side was burning while the other was not.
Even as she was rescuing the bird from becoming charcoal, Robben's words lingered in a corner of her mind.
“Is it common to drink poison?”
“It’s not like you’re eating rice, but it’s one of the most common assassination attempts.”
"common..."
Her eyes were dizzy.
Diarin couldn't finish speaking.
This place was more dangerous than a battlefield.
It was an extreme job, with the risk of being bitten by a mad dog at any moment, and the possibility of eating poison like food.
Her anger towards the chief priest who had sent her here boiled over again.
“Are you okay?”
“...It might not be okay...”
Diarin calmed her dizzy head and repeated a spell to bring peace of mind.
Hazard pay, hazard pay...
Promotion, promotion...
'But when you die, it's all over!'
The lure of promotions and hazard pay is great, but she has to survive to get them.
Diarin looked at Robben with the most pitiful expression possible.
“Just in case... I get poisoned or something like that... I might not be able to complete my mission... What would happen if that happened?”
She asked with an expression that said, "I really want to do my best until the end, but what if I really can't help it?"
Robben replied with a look of genuine pity on his face.
"I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. You know why confidentiality is confidentiality... right?"
“...”
She doesn't want to know, but she already knows from the gloomy tone in his speech.
Would it be easier to monitor Diarin and keep her secrets her entire life, or would it be easier to kill and eliminate a single ordinary priest with no presence or influence?
Diarin felt a chilling wind sweep across her back.
“Now that I think about it, it seems okay.”
“Well, that’s fortunate.”
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if nothing could be more affectionate.
It was truly a tearful social life.
"Then I'll go feed Ceres in the morning. He can be more sensitive on an empty stomach."
“I will accompany you.”
Robben followed suit naturally.
Ceres, who is running wild as the king of sensitivity, and Robben, who can kill and bury her with a smile.
Pressure came from both sides.
Diarin walked with a feeling of being crushed.
When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and quietly opened it.
Anyway, he'll know who's here by the sound of footsteps. He'll also know it's food by the smell.
"Good morning."
There was no response to my morning greeting, but no chair flew over or anything.
There are only eyes that stare intently with blank eyes.
Diarin smiled peacefully, ignoring her heart that was pounding with tension.
It was the ultimate office worker mode.
“I need to eat breakfast. Thanks to the bird you caught this morning, I can have breakfast.”
Diarin praised the achievement, looking out the empty window with one side of the glass blown out.
Ceres just looked at her with an expression that didn't make sense.
“Let’s eat...”
Diarin felt a pang in her stomach and put the food down on the floor.
His dull eyes showed no sign of appetite. He looked like someone who was so annoyed by everything in the world that he wanted to throw it all away.
Once you eat it, won't that sharp energy subside?
“Eat first.”
Robben also gave the order.
Ceres obeyed the order obediently.
Just like yesterday, he plopped down on the floor and started stuffing the bird into his mouth.
“Is it... edible?”
Because of yesterday's record, Diarin couldn't trust herself.
Ceres nodded and brought the new meat to his mouth.
If he doesn't spit it out after eating, it means that at least it didn't make poison.
Diarin quietly picked up one of the legs and put it in her mouth.
“I’ll eat something too... huh.”
As soon as Diarin put a piece in her mouth, she spat it out immediately due to the unexpected fishy smell.
“Have you been poisoned?”
Robben asked in surprise.
“No, that’s not it...”
It was worse than poison.
Poisoned food at least tasted good when eaten.
This wasn't even poisonous, but it was so delicious she could've killed herself.
How on earth did they create such a flavor with just birds and spices?
Could it be that she wasn't actually human, but the god of taste?
"Ugh..."
Diarin tried to take another bite, but eventually put her hand down.
It was just not palatable.
Meanwhile, Ceres was eating well.
How can someone with such keen senses that they can detect poison at a glance be so dull in taste?
“Is it poison?”
Robben then turned to Ceres.
Ceres shook his head and put another piece in his mouth.
If you look closely, you can see that he is not spitting out the bones, but chewing and swallowing them whole.
She should be grateful when he eats well, but why does she feel so complicated...?
Diarin even taught him how to eat carefully.
“Please spit out the bones before eating...”
“...”
Ceres stopped eating and stared at Diarin.
Ceres gave her a look that she couldn't understand.
She remembered the murderous look in Ceres' eyes that she had seen while sleeping last night.
It's scary when he looks at her like that.
“...No, if you want to eat it, just eat it...”
A stinging Diarin immediately retracted her opinion.
Ceres resumed his meal, which had been paused for a moment.
He was chewing on the bird just the same, but after chewing it in his mouth, he spat out only the bones without any flesh attached.
You do listen.
Diarin looked at the piled-up bones, her heart pounding with a mixture of wonder and relief.
“There was poison in the food the chef prepared yesterday?”
Robben, who was watching the scene, asked a question.
Ceres nodded without stopping to eat.
“What kind?”
“Chirancho and Andasan.”
"Hmm."
Robben nodded calmly, as if he had expected this again.
Diarin became curious at the sight.
“Do you even know the type?”
"Oh, the 8th Unit members receive training in poison identification and tolerance. They know how to identify most poisons."
“You’re doing all kinds of training.”
Suddenly, she remembered the strange aspect of Ceres, who could hear people breathing in a room far away.
“Is being sensitive to sound also a result of training?”
"I think we added training to their talents. We selected children who had some talent from the very beginning and trained them."
Even with Robben's explanation, Diarin didn't immediately understand.
There are limits to what can be developed through training.
Ceres's sensitivity is beyond the characteristics of the human species.
“What kind of training do you do to become like that?”
“I don’t know the details either... but from what I heard, it seems that training also included various treatments and sorcery.”
“What? Sorcery?”
Diarin doubted her ears.
Invisible powers like sorcery were entirely within the jurisdiction of the temple. Anything else was illegal.
Moreover, except for the battle priest, divine power was only to be used to save people.
You used that to turn children into weapons?
“Is the temple involved?”
It was hard to believe that the temple could have used magic to turn children into weapons.
It would have been a problem even if the temple had not been involved.
This means that groups that use sorcery in addition to temples are openly active.
That too, to soldiers trained by the country.
If such a group really existed, it was something that had to be dealt with at the temple level.
Robben faced Diarin.
“Are you curious?”
Diarin's eyes shook.
Oops.
"No."
Diarin shook her head as best she could.
“Not at all. I’m never curious, and I never will be.”
Knowing this stuff won't help you in life.
What is this? If it becomes known later, the temple will take care of it.
If you step forward and try to make things worse, you'll only end up getting kicked out.
Diarin neatly put aside her curiosity and sense of duty.
Besides, the more you know, the more your life is at risk.
In any case, people had to live by doing only what they were told.
“So, you’re saying that through natural talent, training, and even some illegal activities, you’ve developed nerves and reaction speeds that are more sensitive than the average person?”
This part was information that was necessary for treatment.
She's planning to run away whenever she feels like dying, but she'll try to fix it until she can.
Diarin suddenly remembered something she had overlooked.
“But what if the child you brought in didn’t have talent or couldn’t keep up with the training?”
"But there are no stragglers in the 8th Division. There are no defeats."
Robben smiled meaningfully.
If you fall behind, you die.
Diarin felt goosebumps, and her mouth went dry.
It's not that no one fell behind and returned, but rather that those who fell behind or were defeated unconditionally died and were not left behind.
And if she failed, she could end up in the same situation.
“I can definitely do it!”
“I believe you.”
Diarin made a firm pledge.
Even if it doesn't work out, I'll do my best.
Robben nodded his head strongly, as if he believed it.
"There may be more attempts like this in the future. But if you handle them well, like this time, you'll be fine."
“Yes... Yes?”
You just let the amazing story flow by so casually.
Diarin came to her senses a beat later and looked at Robben.
"...often?"
I think I heard something I shouldn't have...
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