20. You're a person.
Divine power is like body temperature.
It always stays inside the body and can be transmitted to others through contact.
Just as you can feel the body heat of another person when you touch him, you can also feel the divine power of another person.
Of course, only those with divine power know this feeling.
‘She was a person with divine powers...?’
Their eyes met.
Charlotte smiled as if she knew nothing.
"I feel reassured that a passionate and capable priest has taken on this task. I look forward to working with you in the future."
“I will do my best.”
Diarin lowered her head, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Divine power is an ability that is manifested very rarely.
The magnitude of this ability varies greatly from person to person, and it is even more mysterious because it cannot be measured.
Even in the temple, it is difficult to measure or formalize the power of the divine, which is so diverse that there is no manual for it.
But those who have it know something.
Although they had only held each other's hands once, the divine power that Diarin felt from Charlotte was considerable.
There are many people who do not realize the divine power they possess as they live.
But can one live without knowing this level of divine power...?
Even Diarin, when the divine power first manifested, immediately realized the strange phenomenon surging within her body.
However, he said that there are people who spend their entire lives praying without even knowing that they have divine powers, and only realize at the moment of death that 'this must have been divine powers.'
The Emperor's woman with divine powers.
She couldn't even tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Well then, let’s go now, Sevian.”
Before Diarin could deepen her thoughts, Charlotte said goodbye first.
“Goodbye.”
“Take a look.”
The visit of the Third Prince and his mother, whom she had thought would only pass by, shook Diarin's heart.
The mother of the 3rd Prince has divine powers and a deep interest in the rehabilitation of the 8th unit members.
It could only be a coincidence, but it felt like a foreshadowing laid by God.
Diarin watched for a long time until the carriage went over the hill and was out of sight.
“Now you have to talk to me.”
Diarin suddenly came to her senses and turned around at the sound of Robben's voice coming from behind her.
Robben returned with instructions to dispose of the meat pieces that were 'former' assassins, while Diarin saw off Sevian and Charlotte.
No one in this room was surprised that a human had once become meat.
A member of the royal family who has been subjected to endless assassination attempts, a person who has seen countless deaths on the battlefield, and even a person who has personally brought about those deaths.
A gathering of people who have experienced and lived through the extraordinary as if it were something that could happen at any time.
“Why didn’t you use the whistle?”
Robben asked coldly.
This was the coldest Robben she's ever seen.
Robben clearly saw the whistle tied to Diarin's wrist.
As a result, Diarin succeeded in calming Ceres without using a whistle, which was a good thing, as Charlotte was greatly satisfied with the result.
But he couldn't help but ask why Diarin didn't use the whistle 'on purpose'.
“If we weren’t careful, something big could have happened.”
“I know. But it didn’t work out.”
“That’s the result.”
The manager's irritation did not subside easily.
He also felt a bit resentful, thinking that if he had written it earlier, he could have avoided having to deal with the aftermath and writing a post-mortem report.
Diarin's actions today were truly dangerous.
The Prince and his mother could have almost disappeared from the world at the same time.
If things had really gotten to the worst, everyone present would have been reduced to pieces of meat and sprawled out, and Ceres, excited by blood, might have escaped the mansion and left everything in its wake in a state of devastation.
But Diarin was upright.
She looked Robben straight in the eye and answered calmly as he kept asking for the reason.
“He's a human.”
"Yes?"
“If you want to create a person, you have to treat them like a person first.”
Robben kept his mouth shut.
It has been considered natural to use a whistle because 'it is running wild' and 'it is out of control'.
But is that really a given?
Clearly, Diarin's choice was risky.
But humans don't control their excitement with a whistle.
He was entrusted with creating people, but he was caught not seeing himself as a human being.
“And, I was confident.”
“You were confident? You seemed quite flustered.”
“But I never doubted that it could be stopped.”
Diarin's eyes remained unwavering.
There was no need to compare Robben, whom he only saw briefly in passing, and Diarin, with whom he was spending her daily life, to see which assessment was more accurate.
Robben bit his lip, his mouth watering.
Does 'that person' really want the young master, or does he want the mad dog of the 8th unit who is so good at 'pretending' to be the young master?
As a performer, there was no way to know.
Diarin opened the warehouse door with a muffled sound.
But the old warehouse door creaked and groaned loudly.
She tried to keep Ceres from waking up, but she failed.
"It's me."
Even though Ceres couldn't have missed it, Diarin spoke as if confirming it.
Ceres was already seated, his eyes open. He seemed to be waiting for Diarin.
She put him to sleep by infusing him with divine power, as if he were about to faint.
She wishes he could just sleep well and for a long time.
It's hard to see Ceres sleeping, and she knows he doesn't sleep well for long.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Good condition.”
Both of them were covered in blood.
Charlotte, who was guided like that, was also not ordinary.
Diarin moved unsteadily, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of the blood stain slowly hardening.
Diarin was no ordinary priest, so she didn't scream or faint just from being covered in blood.
Rolling around in the battlefield meant physically rolling around in a field of blood and shit.
The injured were cared for equally by priests and doctors.
It was a common occurrence to pray while covering the blood gushing from the patient's body.
On the battlefield, there was not enough drinking water, so there were many cases of people sleeping on the dirt floor in that state.
So today, she was able to move around without any problems, just feeling a little uneasy.
But this was not a battlefield.
It was a mansion with warm water and a private bathtub.
“Let’s wash up first.”
Ceres nodded and followed Diarin out of the warehouse.
No matter how much divine power she infused into it, she was afraid he would wake up while she was guiding the mansion, so she deliberately put him in a warehouse far away.
On the way back, they passed the place where Ceres had killed the assassins.
She thought he might react again because he was stimulated, but Ceres passed by indifferently as if nothing had happened.
It seemed like he wasn't interested in enemies he had already dealt with.
“Mr. Ceres, wash up here.”
As the mansion was large, it had several bathrooms.
Diarin prepared a bathroom for each person to wash.
Ceres quietly stared at the bath water that Diarin had poured for him.
Soap and towels were also placed next to each other.
It had a softer scent than anything the military had used. It was soap made from hardened flowers.
Ceres held the soap for a long time and sniffed it.
He touched the towel too. It was so smooth he felt like he would slip.
Everything he experienced after leaving the front line was so soft and fragrant.
He was afraid that he would crush it with his own hands like a flower crushed by a brush.
Even the meals eaten every day at mealtime were luxurious by Ceres standards.
He doesn't know about Diarin, but Ceres has never been very hungry.
Food supplies on the front lines weren't always adequate. When supplies were cut off, soldiers simply starved.
During operations, getting a proper meal was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
So the 8th unit members were trained to survive on anything in the wild.
So, in other words, it is training to eat anything.
In this mansion, Ceres caught and ate more than ten rats.
So, he doesn't really need to eat a lot.
But Ceres stood at the kitchen counter for every meal without a word.
He ended up doing it even though he didn't have to.
Let me say it as Diarin taught me...
I did it because I liked it.
Like it, dislike it.
It was a truly magical word.
Ceres looked around the bathroom alone, mentally categorizing every nook and cranny.
Tiled walls. I hate them.
Glass floor. I hate it.
The woody scent of the log bathtub. Nice.
The sound of water droplets falling from the wall. I hate it.
In fact, he hated most sounds. He's never heard anything so pleasant.
But recently, one has emerged.
Diarin's heartbeat.
Now the sound was so far away.
Ceres quickly washed the blood and dirt off his body and left the bathroom.
With his body completely naked, water dripping from his entire body.
It was a habit in the barracks.
To make it easier for the military doctor to check the wounds on his body, he didn't put on any clothes until he was completely dry after washing.
It was so obvious that there was no concept of having to put on clothes right after washing or of having to cover one's naked body in front of others.
Ceres crossed the hallway of the mansion just like that.
It wasn't difficult to find where Diarin was washing.
The only thing that could make such a peaceful sound around here was Diarin's heart.
Even the sound of water, which had been so annoying, became audible when heard along with Diarin's heartbeat.
Ceres flung open the bathroom door.
Diarin, who had just poured water into the bathtub, froze in surprise.
“!”
Since she was in the bathtub, of course, Diarin was naked with all her clothes off.
Ceres was walking around naked after taking a bath.
Two naked people faced each other.
Divine power is like body temperature.
It always stays inside the body and can be transmitted to others through contact.
Just as you can feel the body heat of another person when you touch him, you can also feel the divine power of another person.
Of course, only those with divine power know this feeling.
‘She was a person with divine powers...?’
Their eyes met.
Charlotte smiled as if she knew nothing.
"I feel reassured that a passionate and capable priest has taken on this task. I look forward to working with you in the future."
“I will do my best.”
Diarin lowered her head, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Divine power is an ability that is manifested very rarely.
The magnitude of this ability varies greatly from person to person, and it is even more mysterious because it cannot be measured.
Even in the temple, it is difficult to measure or formalize the power of the divine, which is so diverse that there is no manual for it.
But those who have it know something.
Although they had only held each other's hands once, the divine power that Diarin felt from Charlotte was considerable.
There are many people who do not realize the divine power they possess as they live.
But can one live without knowing this level of divine power...?
Even Diarin, when the divine power first manifested, immediately realized the strange phenomenon surging within her body.
However, he said that there are people who spend their entire lives praying without even knowing that they have divine powers, and only realize at the moment of death that 'this must have been divine powers.'
The Emperor's woman with divine powers.
She couldn't even tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Well then, let’s go now, Sevian.”
Before Diarin could deepen her thoughts, Charlotte said goodbye first.
“Goodbye.”
“Take a look.”
The visit of the Third Prince and his mother, whom she had thought would only pass by, shook Diarin's heart.
The mother of the 3rd Prince has divine powers and a deep interest in the rehabilitation of the 8th unit members.
It could only be a coincidence, but it felt like a foreshadowing laid by God.
Diarin watched for a long time until the carriage went over the hill and was out of sight.
“Now you have to talk to me.”
Diarin suddenly came to her senses and turned around at the sound of Robben's voice coming from behind her.
Robben returned with instructions to dispose of the meat pieces that were 'former' assassins, while Diarin saw off Sevian and Charlotte.
No one in this room was surprised that a human had once become meat.
A member of the royal family who has been subjected to endless assassination attempts, a person who has seen countless deaths on the battlefield, and even a person who has personally brought about those deaths.
A gathering of people who have experienced and lived through the extraordinary as if it were something that could happen at any time.
“Why didn’t you use the whistle?”
Robben asked coldly.
This was the coldest Robben she's ever seen.
Robben clearly saw the whistle tied to Diarin's wrist.
As a result, Diarin succeeded in calming Ceres without using a whistle, which was a good thing, as Charlotte was greatly satisfied with the result.
But he couldn't help but ask why Diarin didn't use the whistle 'on purpose'.
“If we weren’t careful, something big could have happened.”
“I know. But it didn’t work out.”
“That’s the result.”
The manager's irritation did not subside easily.
He also felt a bit resentful, thinking that if he had written it earlier, he could have avoided having to deal with the aftermath and writing a post-mortem report.
Diarin's actions today were truly dangerous.
The Prince and his mother could have almost disappeared from the world at the same time.
If things had really gotten to the worst, everyone present would have been reduced to pieces of meat and sprawled out, and Ceres, excited by blood, might have escaped the mansion and left everything in its wake in a state of devastation.
But Diarin was upright.
She looked Robben straight in the eye and answered calmly as he kept asking for the reason.
“He's a human.”
"Yes?"
“If you want to create a person, you have to treat them like a person first.”
Robben kept his mouth shut.
It has been considered natural to use a whistle because 'it is running wild' and 'it is out of control'.
But is that really a given?
Clearly, Diarin's choice was risky.
But humans don't control their excitement with a whistle.
He was entrusted with creating people, but he was caught not seeing himself as a human being.
“And, I was confident.”
“You were confident? You seemed quite flustered.”
“But I never doubted that it could be stopped.”
Diarin's eyes remained unwavering.
There was no need to compare Robben, whom he only saw briefly in passing, and Diarin, with whom he was spending her daily life, to see which assessment was more accurate.
Robben bit his lip, his mouth watering.
Does 'that person' really want the young master, or does he want the mad dog of the 8th unit who is so good at 'pretending' to be the young master?
As a performer, there was no way to know.
***
Diarin opened the warehouse door with a muffled sound.
But the old warehouse door creaked and groaned loudly.
She tried to keep Ceres from waking up, but she failed.
"It's me."
Even though Ceres couldn't have missed it, Diarin spoke as if confirming it.
Ceres was already seated, his eyes open. He seemed to be waiting for Diarin.
She put him to sleep by infusing him with divine power, as if he were about to faint.
She wishes he could just sleep well and for a long time.
It's hard to see Ceres sleeping, and she knows he doesn't sleep well for long.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Good condition.”
Both of them were covered in blood.
Charlotte, who was guided like that, was also not ordinary.
Diarin moved unsteadily, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of the blood stain slowly hardening.
Diarin was no ordinary priest, so she didn't scream or faint just from being covered in blood.
Rolling around in the battlefield meant physically rolling around in a field of blood and shit.
The injured were cared for equally by priests and doctors.
It was a common occurrence to pray while covering the blood gushing from the patient's body.
On the battlefield, there was not enough drinking water, so there were many cases of people sleeping on the dirt floor in that state.
So today, she was able to move around without any problems, just feeling a little uneasy.
But this was not a battlefield.
It was a mansion with warm water and a private bathtub.
“Let’s wash up first.”
Ceres nodded and followed Diarin out of the warehouse.
No matter how much divine power she infused into it, she was afraid he would wake up while she was guiding the mansion, so she deliberately put him in a warehouse far away.
On the way back, they passed the place where Ceres had killed the assassins.
She thought he might react again because he was stimulated, but Ceres passed by indifferently as if nothing had happened.
It seemed like he wasn't interested in enemies he had already dealt with.
“Mr. Ceres, wash up here.”
As the mansion was large, it had several bathrooms.
Diarin prepared a bathroom for each person to wash.
Ceres quietly stared at the bath water that Diarin had poured for him.
Soap and towels were also placed next to each other.
It had a softer scent than anything the military had used. It was soap made from hardened flowers.
Ceres held the soap for a long time and sniffed it.
He touched the towel too. It was so smooth he felt like he would slip.
Everything he experienced after leaving the front line was so soft and fragrant.
He was afraid that he would crush it with his own hands like a flower crushed by a brush.
Even the meals eaten every day at mealtime were luxurious by Ceres standards.
He doesn't know about Diarin, but Ceres has never been very hungry.
Food supplies on the front lines weren't always adequate. When supplies were cut off, soldiers simply starved.
During operations, getting a proper meal was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
So the 8th unit members were trained to survive on anything in the wild.
So, in other words, it is training to eat anything.
In this mansion, Ceres caught and ate more than ten rats.
So, he doesn't really need to eat a lot.
But Ceres stood at the kitchen counter for every meal without a word.
He ended up doing it even though he didn't have to.
Let me say it as Diarin taught me...
I did it because I liked it.
Like it, dislike it.
It was a truly magical word.
Ceres looked around the bathroom alone, mentally categorizing every nook and cranny.
Tiled walls. I hate them.
Glass floor. I hate it.
The woody scent of the log bathtub. Nice.
The sound of water droplets falling from the wall. I hate it.
In fact, he hated most sounds. He's never heard anything so pleasant.
But recently, one has emerged.
Diarin's heartbeat.
Now the sound was so far away.
Ceres quickly washed the blood and dirt off his body and left the bathroom.
With his body completely naked, water dripping from his entire body.
It was a habit in the barracks.
To make it easier for the military doctor to check the wounds on his body, he didn't put on any clothes until he was completely dry after washing.
It was so obvious that there was no concept of having to put on clothes right after washing or of having to cover one's naked body in front of others.
Ceres crossed the hallway of the mansion just like that.
It wasn't difficult to find where Diarin was washing.
The only thing that could make such a peaceful sound around here was Diarin's heart.
Even the sound of water, which had been so annoying, became audible when heard along with Diarin's heartbeat.
Ceres flung open the bathroom door.
Diarin, who had just poured water into the bathtub, froze in surprise.
“!”
Since she was in the bathtub, of course, Diarin was naked with all her clothes off.
Ceres was walking around naked after taking a bath.
Two naked people faced each other.
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