28. A good dog that talks while yum yum
My dog doesn't bite people anymore... but if another dog starts a fight, it seems like it will fight to the death.
Stability and peace should be pursued, but for two people at the peak of their fighting power to engage in a confrontation would be the worst possible outcome. It could have been like returning to the battlefield.
"No."
Diarin desperately hugged Ceres's waist tightly.
If he fights back, the fight will only get bigger.
But if Ceres endures this, he will be pushing himself beyond his limits once more.
If he fights, he goes back to the beginning.
“Come at me, kid! Don’t open your eyes like that!”
Halt charged without hesitation.
Diarin buried her face in Ceres's back, internally praying that she would just avoid him.
Please!
Puck!
Someone got it right!
Diarin squeezed her eyes shut at the dull, ringing noise in her ears.
In the end, was it a failure to stop it?
"Uh?"
But what followed was not the sound of two people screaming fiercely or the heavy sound of fists being exchanged.
It was Halt's dumbfounded voice.
Nothing happened after that.
Diarin also raised her head, hesitating.
And then he found Ceres with one cheek red.
“...Mr. Ceres?”
Ceres.
That's right.
...Ceres was right?
Diarin felt dizzy.
She seen him get hurt here and there, but this was the first time she seen Ceres get hurt by someone right in front of her eyes.
The shock was greater than she thought.
"Yes."
But the Ceres that was actually hit was calm.
“That’s right.”
He even calmly admitted with his own mouth that he was right.
Rather, the hit Halt turned pale.
“You, you, why.... What, what is it?”
Halt's movements, which had been running wild with his eyes wide open, suddenly stopped.
There's no way he would be surprised every time a member of the 8th Division hits someone.
It seems that it was that unexpected that Ceres was hit.
He was amazed, as if something impossible had happened in the world.
Both Ceres and Halt, who were hit and stopped, were unexpected from Diarin's perspective.
But now that both of them were quiet, this was the opportunity.
Diarin let go of Ceres's waist and stood facing Halt.
“Mr. Halt, you should calm down for a moment.”
“What?! What the hell, you’re telling me to do this and that right now...”
“Even if it doesn’t work out, let’s try, shall we?”
Diarin held Halt's hand tightly, her smile bright and public.
He's a member of the 8th Division. If he had decided to avoid it, his fingertips wouldn't have even brushed against it.
The very fact that he was caught by Diarin was already an act of cooperation.
Although there was an accident, the ending wasn't difficult.
Diarin sighed and slowly infused divine power into Halt's hand.
“We can do it, brother.”
“Huh? Huh...?”
Halt was good at pushing physically, but Diarin was a master at pushing psychologically.
This level of skill was essential to deal with the humans who came to the temple and spread all kinds of rumors.
The priests are people who serve God, but some people flock to them in droves, asking for anything, as if they were the creators of the universe.
"I'm giving a donation! It won't work if I donate! So just help me pass the exam! If I fail, I'll come back for a refund!"
"Bring him to me. I want him. If I can't make it mine, I'll set fire to the temple."
'Please make me taller! Can't you? Oh, why can't you!'
If you treat these people mercifully and say, "Yes, yes," it will come back as an even greater disaster.
To prevent such a situation, a gentle firmness was essential.
Halt wasn't someone she couldn't communicate with completely. So she believed she could resolve this issue in the same way.
"You, the honorable and courageous one who has weathered countless waves of hardship and trial, who has survived the battlefield of death, can do it! You are someone who can control your own fighting spirit. Feel it. The peace that blossoms within you. This is the true peace that lies within you! Let us surrender to that peace!"
Originally, prayers had to be long.
That way, they can listen and lose their mind.
If you add a little bit of divine power to it, it really feels believable.
God is in faith.
Only when you believe in your own potential can others do something for you.
“...Is that so?”
“Of course!”
“...But what do you want me to do?”
Halt has already passed.
Diarin smiled and let go of her hand.
“Calm down.”
"...Yes?"
My dog doesn't bite people anymore... but if another dog starts a fight, it seems like it will fight to the death.
Stability and peace should be pursued, but for two people at the peak of their fighting power to engage in a confrontation would be the worst possible outcome. It could have been like returning to the battlefield.
"No."
Diarin desperately hugged Ceres's waist tightly.
If he fights back, the fight will only get bigger.
But if Ceres endures this, he will be pushing himself beyond his limits once more.
If he fights, he goes back to the beginning.
“Come at me, kid! Don’t open your eyes like that!”
Halt charged without hesitation.
Diarin buried her face in Ceres's back, internally praying that she would just avoid him.
Please!
Puck!
Someone got it right!
Diarin squeezed her eyes shut at the dull, ringing noise in her ears.
In the end, was it a failure to stop it?
"Uh?"
But what followed was not the sound of two people screaming fiercely or the heavy sound of fists being exchanged.
It was Halt's dumbfounded voice.
Nothing happened after that.
Diarin also raised her head, hesitating.
And then he found Ceres with one cheek red.
“...Mr. Ceres?”
Ceres.
That's right.
...Ceres was right?
Diarin felt dizzy.
She seen him get hurt here and there, but this was the first time she seen Ceres get hurt by someone right in front of her eyes.
The shock was greater than she thought.
"Yes."
But the Ceres that was actually hit was calm.
“That’s right.”
He even calmly admitted with his own mouth that he was right.
Rather, the hit Halt turned pale.
“You, you, why.... What, what is it?”
Halt's movements, which had been running wild with his eyes wide open, suddenly stopped.
There's no way he would be surprised every time a member of the 8th Division hits someone.
It seems that it was that unexpected that Ceres was hit.
He was amazed, as if something impossible had happened in the world.
Both Ceres and Halt, who were hit and stopped, were unexpected from Diarin's perspective.
But now that both of them were quiet, this was the opportunity.
Diarin let go of Ceres's waist and stood facing Halt.
“Mr. Halt, you should calm down for a moment.”
“What?! What the hell, you’re telling me to do this and that right now...”
“Even if it doesn’t work out, let’s try, shall we?”
Diarin held Halt's hand tightly, her smile bright and public.
He's a member of the 8th Division. If he had decided to avoid it, his fingertips wouldn't have even brushed against it.
The very fact that he was caught by Diarin was already an act of cooperation.
Although there was an accident, the ending wasn't difficult.
Diarin sighed and slowly infused divine power into Halt's hand.
“We can do it, brother.”
“Huh? Huh...?”
Halt was good at pushing physically, but Diarin was a master at pushing psychologically.
This level of skill was essential to deal with the humans who came to the temple and spread all kinds of rumors.
The priests are people who serve God, but some people flock to them in droves, asking for anything, as if they were the creators of the universe.
"I'm giving a donation! It won't work if I donate! So just help me pass the exam! If I fail, I'll come back for a refund!"
"Bring him to me. I want him. If I can't make it mine, I'll set fire to the temple."
'Please make me taller! Can't you? Oh, why can't you!'
If you treat these people mercifully and say, "Yes, yes," it will come back as an even greater disaster.
To prevent such a situation, a gentle firmness was essential.
Halt wasn't someone she couldn't communicate with completely. So she believed she could resolve this issue in the same way.
"You, the honorable and courageous one who has weathered countless waves of hardship and trial, who has survived the battlefield of death, can do it! You are someone who can control your own fighting spirit. Feel it. The peace that blossoms within you. This is the true peace that lies within you! Let us surrender to that peace!"
Originally, prayers had to be long.
That way, they can listen and lose their mind.
If you add a little bit of divine power to it, it really feels believable.
God is in faith.
Only when you believe in your own potential can others do something for you.
“...Is that so?”
“Of course!”
“...But what do you want me to do?”
Halt has already passed.
Diarin smiled and let go of her hand.
“Calm down.”
"...Yes?"
She was so excited that she couldn't even remember what she heard.
It looked like that on the outside, and she reconfirmed that it really was like that.
But it calmed it down.
Her self-esteem as a priest exploded.
“You calmed down.”
"...Uh?"
Only then did Halt realize his condition.
Most of the excitement and running wild among the 8th Unit members was unintentional.
They were trained that way, and they were even injected with drugs and procedures.
Nerves as sharp as needlepoint, explosive energy. With just these two things, an explosion is a breeze.
Some of the unit members were completely thoughtless, but some hated themselves for losing their minds in such excitement, like Halt.
Halt looked up, his head raised, his body strangely calm and composed.
The lava boiling inside his body cooled. The hundreds of millions of maggots crawling from his fingertips and toes to his heart disappeared.
“Sister Priest, you are brave!”
Halt was excited in another sense.
In his excitement, he hugged Diarin tightly and lifted her up.
“Ahahahaha...”
Because there are customers who are satisfied with their own condition, Diarin's job satisfaction has also increased.
Ceres also grew remarkably, but it was also nice to see him change so dramatically right before her eyes.
Ceres quickly snatched away Diarin's body as it flew through the air.
“Mr. Ceres?”
Ceres, who had confined the stolen Diarin in his arms, growled softly.
Because of that, Halt's momentum, which had just begun to brighten, changed in an instant.
This was the turning point.
Halt was okay, but Ceres was not okay.
“No, no, no. Ues. Calm down, everyone.”
Diarin hurriedly escaped from Ceres' arms and grabbed both of their hands at the same time.
Halt flinched, but did not avoid Diarin's touch.
Diarin poured out all her divine power.
“Shall we talk while eating first?”
“...”
“...”
She asked them gently, like she was talking to a puppy, but why didn't anyone answer?
Diarin clenched her fists and asked again.
"Ha."
Halt laughed in disbelief. Even a laugh is a laugh.
It looked like that on the outside, and she reconfirmed that it really was like that.
But it calmed it down.
Her self-esteem as a priest exploded.
“You calmed down.”
"...Uh?"
Only then did Halt realize his condition.
Most of the excitement and running wild among the 8th Unit members was unintentional.
They were trained that way, and they were even injected with drugs and procedures.
Nerves as sharp as needlepoint, explosive energy. With just these two things, an explosion is a breeze.
Some of the unit members were completely thoughtless, but some hated themselves for losing their minds in such excitement, like Halt.
Halt looked up, his head raised, his body strangely calm and composed.
The lava boiling inside his body cooled. The hundreds of millions of maggots crawling from his fingertips and toes to his heart disappeared.
“Sister Priest, you are brave!”
Halt was excited in another sense.
In his excitement, he hugged Diarin tightly and lifted her up.
“Ahahahaha...”
Because there are customers who are satisfied with their own condition, Diarin's job satisfaction has also increased.
Ceres also grew remarkably, but it was also nice to see him change so dramatically right before her eyes.
Ceres quickly snatched away Diarin's body as it flew through the air.
“Mr. Ceres?”
Ceres, who had confined the stolen Diarin in his arms, growled softly.
Because of that, Halt's momentum, which had just begun to brighten, changed in an instant.
This was the turning point.
Halt was okay, but Ceres was not okay.
“No, no, no. Ues. Calm down, everyone.”
Diarin hurriedly escaped from Ceres' arms and grabbed both of their hands at the same time.
Halt flinched, but did not avoid Diarin's touch.
Diarin poured out all her divine power.
“Shall we talk while eating first?”
“...”
“...”
She asked them gently, like she was talking to a puppy, but why didn't anyone answer?
Diarin clenched her fists and asked again.
“Who's the good doggie talking while munching away?”
Halt laughed in disbelief. Even a laugh is a laugh.
Yes, halfway there.
Diarin looked back at Ceres with pride. "You should say something, too."
Ceres muttered reluctantly.
"...me."
“...”
This time, Diarin was speechless.
Yed.
Our puppy, a good puppy who talks while yum yum...
After hearing the answer, she realized that she had done something unacceptable to two men as big as mountains.
“Shhh! Glance at that little shit!”
The following words were automatically omitted by the brain.
If words had physical power, they would have been words with such a powerful, destructive force that they would have killed many people already.
The problem wasn't Diarin.
Every time Halt caused such a ruckus, Ceres also became agitated.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...”
“Mr. Ce. Res?”
"...ah."
Even though Diarin was right next to him, he was too absorbed in the commotion outside the window to notice.
Ceres was someone who usually found peace when she was with Diarin.
But then it was shaken.
Diarin looked at Ceres seriously.
Meanwhile, Halt's screams were still ringing out.
“You little shit, look at me like you’re a punk!”
How on earth do you tell if a bird is looking at you with a prickly gaze or not?
Diarin had a headache.
Now that he caught that damn bird, she hopes he'll just go in quietly and take a nap.
The other side was also sensitive, so they immediately noticed Ceres' discomfort.
Here we go again.
Diarin covered her face with both hands.
At first, she thought, "Oh, this is okay, isn't it?" at Halt's joke.
It was a huge mistake.
Halt went crazy without a second thought.
Ceres had a standard that he only got excited when there was a stimulus, such as a sound or a fluttering sound.
Halt didn't even have that. He just went crazy every now and then.
She could understand people and animals, even Ceres. Their very existence could be irritating.
But why does he get so angry and excited about trees, grass, and even rocks?
“That pebble bastard is blocking my path! Are you trying to argue?”
Exactly like that.
Everything in the world is fighting and screaming at each other.
There is no standard.
It changed depending on his mood at the time.
Diarin watched closely, wondering if he was trying to scratch Ceres.
That thought was completely dismissed when she saw the clouds climbing up onto the roof and kicking the air in the shape of a finger.
Those crazy dogs weren't crazy dogs for nothing.
Halt looked sane, but in reality, he was completely insane.
"I'll calm him down first. Ceres is in the room..."
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres hugged Diarin tightly as she tried to stand up.
The weight hanging from her waist was considerable.
Diarin groaned and sat down again.
Diarin looked back at Ceres with pride. "You should say something, too."
Ceres muttered reluctantly.
"...me."
“...”
This time, Diarin was speechless.
Yed.
Our puppy, a good puppy who talks while yum yum...
After hearing the answer, she realized that she had done something unacceptable to two men as big as mountains.
***
“Shhh! Glance at that little shit!”
The following words were automatically omitted by the brain.
If words had physical power, they would have been words with such a powerful, destructive force that they would have killed many people already.
The problem wasn't Diarin.
Every time Halt caused such a ruckus, Ceres also became agitated.
“Mr. Ceres?”
“...”
“Mr. Ce. Res?”
"...ah."
Even though Diarin was right next to him, he was too absorbed in the commotion outside the window to notice.
Ceres was someone who usually found peace when she was with Diarin.
But then it was shaken.
Diarin looked at Ceres seriously.
Meanwhile, Halt's screams were still ringing out.
“You little shit, look at me like you’re a punk!”
How on earth do you tell if a bird is looking at you with a prickly gaze or not?
Diarin had a headache.
Now that he caught that damn bird, she hopes he'll just go in quietly and take a nap.
"What the hell are you staring at, you crazy bastard!"
Here we go again.
Diarin covered her face with both hands.
At first, she thought, "Oh, this is okay, isn't it?" at Halt's joke.
It was a huge mistake.
Halt went crazy without a second thought.
Ceres had a standard that he only got excited when there was a stimulus, such as a sound or a fluttering sound.
Halt didn't even have that. He just went crazy every now and then.
She could understand people and animals, even Ceres. Their very existence could be irritating.
But why does he get so angry and excited about trees, grass, and even rocks?
“That pebble bastard is blocking my path! Are you trying to argue?”
Exactly like that.
Everything in the world is fighting and screaming at each other.
There is no standard.
It changed depending on his mood at the time.
Diarin watched closely, wondering if he was trying to scratch Ceres.
That thought was completely dismissed when she saw the clouds climbing up onto the roof and kicking the air in the shape of a finger.
Those crazy dogs weren't crazy dogs for nothing.
Halt looked sane, but in reality, he was completely insane.
"I'll calm him down first. Ceres is in the room..."
“I don’t like it.”
Ceres hugged Diarin tightly as she tried to stand up.
The weight hanging from her waist was considerable.
Diarin groaned and sat down again.
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