29. It's been a while since I've done this
Because Ceres was clinging to her with his whole body, Diarin ended up half-lying down and was trapped underneath Ceres.
"...Oh my."
She couldn't move an inch under Ceres's weight.
Heavy.
And it's hot.
Diarin could barely breathe, listening to the pounding sound of Ceres' heart with her whole body.
Her whole body was so tight that it was hard to breathe.
"...for a moment..."
Meanwhile, Halt's glow continued.
Naturally, Ceres's heartbeat also became more intense.
Diarin gave up trying to escape from under Ceres' body and relaxed his strength.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Halt's glowing scream was very loud.
Hearing that made her feel doubtful about what she was doing.
What would be the point of stroking Ceres's back while hugging him and infusing him with divine power when Halt was just outside?
'No, I should think positively.'
Although Ceres was suffering from this constant stimulation, the number of times he went wild was decreasing.
It ended up being an unintentional desensitization exercise.
If he could get used to that enemy's childish tantrums, he might be able to easily ignore the singing and talking of people at the party.
“It’s okay, it’s okay...”
When she thought about it that way, this work didn't seem like such a hassle.
Diarin patted Ceres on the back a little more enthusiastically.
“Hoo, hoo...”
Ceres buried her face in Diarin's shoulder and rubbed his cheek against hers.
In this situation, there were two places that he always hung onto out of habit.
Hold her waist and bury his face in her lower stomach, or hug her and bury his face in her shoulder.
Actually, this position was a little embarrassing.
It doesn't matter since no one is watching anyway, but isn't this exactly the kind of pose that a couple in love would do?
Although neither of them had even the slightest feeling of such a thing, the constant encounter between the different bodies of a man and a woman could create such a feeling.
“Are you... okay?”
Outside the window, the sound of Halt finally succeeding in crushing the stones could be heard.
Ceres displayed a wide range of violence that, once he became mad, he would run to unknown lengths.
Halt focused on one target.
As soon as that target disappeared, he cooled down on his own.
Today, as usual, the sound of Halt's light footsteps, smashing stones, returned to the mansion.
Let's stop here for today, please.
"Phew..."
Diarin lowered her shoulders, which had been raised with tension.
Ceres's back, which had been shaking, was also stable.
But Ceres did not let go of Diarin's body.
Ceres was so strong and sturdy that she felt like she would die if he held her.
Sometimes, when he pressed hard, it felt like her bones would all break.
If he keeps doing that, she might suffer when she gets old...
He does that unconsciously because he is having a hard time, so she can't criticize him for that.
“Mr. Ceres?”
When Diarin called his name, his shoulders moved slightly.
If he can hear Diarin's voice well, it's okay.
Ceres rubbed his face against Diarin's shoulder and kissed her.
You're having a tantrum again.
Diarin stroked Ceres's back and brushed his hair.
Perhaps because he had suffered hardships at a young age, Ceres began to act childishly towards Diarin, the person he had begun to feel comfortable with.
He especially liked having his hair or back touched like this.
Diarin didn't refuse the feeling of petting a cat she had become friends with on the street.
“Oh my, our puppy... You should grow up quickly and become independent.”
Ceres pretended not to hear.
Diarin didn't expect an answer when she said that.
If he satisfies his sense of stability in this way, there may come a day when he will spit it out.
Until then, she thought she could just keep giving and giving.
“!”
At that moment, Ceres, who had been feeling tired and let go, suddenly raised his head.
"...? Why?"
“...Someone approached me.”
At that moment, Halt, who was coming in from outside and entering the living room, also stopped and froze.
Two people looked at the same place at the same time.
Diarin also stared blankly at Ceres, his gaze fixed on the same spot. However, Diarin saw nothing.
“What is it...? Ah!”
The moment she craned her neck a little more to look, an arrow flew towards Diarin.
Ceres rolled on the floor, holding Diarin's body.
Almost simultaneously, Halt jumped out the window.
Bang!
The arrow was embedded right next to the ground where it landed.
It was not an arrow normally used for hunting.
It was an arrow made of iron that could pierce armor, a common sight on the battlefield.
An assassin capable of using arrows like these cannot be so careless as to miss his target.
Diarin looked at it carefully.
This attack was clearly aimed at Ceres.
There were no further attacks, perhaps because Halt ran and pursued them.
“It’s dangerous.”
When Diarin tried to get up, Ceres stopped her.
“But what if Mr. Halt goes out of the mansion and causes a ruckus?”
An assassin is not like a stone.
He can either run away or fight back.
If he runs away while counterattacking, he may be able to cross the boundary of the mansion.
What if Halt gets even more excited when people outside the mansion are startled and wary?
It's different from a battlefield.
If he gets excited and indiscriminately attacks civilians, it will become a real hell.
The moment must not come when a war hero is reduced to a murderer.
“We have to catch up quickly.”
"I get it."
Upon receiving the order, Ceres quickly lifted up Diarin and carried her away.
"...huh?"
I was thinking of running and following...?
As she was thinking about that, Diarin was already a burden on Ceres's shoulders, swaying and shaking.
Ceres jumped out of the window and ran.
The speed was twice as fast as Diarin could run.
Diarin kept her mouth shut and assumed the identity of the luggage.
Whether it's my leg or yours, as long as we prevent a disaster, it's okay.
When the end result is important, sometimes the means don't matter.
“Oh, over there!”
Halt was quickly found.
Fortunately, it didn't go over the wall.
The assassin was lying on the floor.
But there was more than one assassin.
Two other assassins who had been hiding simultaneously rushed towards Halt.
“Kuaaaah!”
Halt was already on the run.
The sight of him picking a fight with a bird and a stone was relatively good.
The truly crazy Halt couldn't even approach.
Two assassins were no problem.
“Ugh...”
The screams of Halt, the sharp resonance of the assassins' weapons.
Ceres' condition began to deteriorate as the sound reminiscent of a battlefield began to spread.
It was a do-or-die situation.
“Ah!”
It might have been better to just get rid of it quickly so that the situation would end as it is.
Of course, there were no weapons on standby in the mansion.
No matter how skilled you were, it took time to deal with a heavily armed assassin with your bare hands.
Diarin became anxious.
'The longer you stay excited, the harder it will be to calm down!'
Not only was Halt a problem, but Ceres was also getting excited.
If both of them run wild like this, it's really unmanageable.
Even if she draws out all of her divine power, it may not work.
She had to stop it somehow before the worst happened.
'Ah, a whistle!'
She's been living without even thinking about the whistle lately, so she's forgotten about it.
Diarin, who was frantically opening her sleeves, suddenly remembered something.
‘...I left it in the room?’
Diarin stared blankly at the empty sleeve.
Both Ceres and Halt could be stopped by her own divine powers these days.
Since she never had to touch the whistle, she kept forgetting to carry it around because it was too much of a hassle.
Normally, nothing serious would happen.
Who would have thought that something so trivial could happen while she was letting her guard down like this?
It's not like he can just ask them right now, 'I'll go to my room and get a whistle. Fight well, and don't go too wild.'
“Ahhh! Aahhh!”
This was not an assassin's scream, but Halt's.
At that sound, Ceres' shoulders rose and fell unusually.
The standoff continued unabated, and the two mad dogs were on the verge of exploding.
Diarin's head was also on the verge of exploding.
'Let's try to prevent a catastrophe first!'
Anything would be better than letting two out-of-control mad dogs run wild and wreak havoc on society and then having to clean things up.
The assassins discovered the priest running towards them.
But Diarin, who was under the gaze of the assassins, did not move.
It was not Diarin but they who needed to be on guard and careful now.
'Oh, it's been a while since I've done this.'
Diarin took courage and put in effort.
It was hard to make up her mind, but easy to act.
Hwaruk!
A fire blazed in the eyes of the assassin who was facing Halt.
“Huh?! Oh my!”
At first, the assassin didn't even know what had happened to him.
But soon he realized that his eyes were burning.
By then, it was already too late.
“Ahhhhh!”
The assassin screamed and rolled on the floor.
Even if she can't roast a person whole, she can incapacitate them by burning their vital points.
Diarin kicked the head of the assassin, rolling on the floor.
The assassin passed out without making a sound.
"...Ha."
It's been a while since she's worked hard.
Diarin sighed, shaking her shoulders.
Yes, we've solved the problem.
Now it was time to solve those problems.
This was several times harder than burning out a person's eyeballs.
Because Ceres was clinging to her with his whole body, Diarin ended up half-lying down and was trapped underneath Ceres.
"...Oh my."
She couldn't move an inch under Ceres's weight.
Heavy.
And it's hot.
Diarin could barely breathe, listening to the pounding sound of Ceres' heart with her whole body.
Her whole body was so tight that it was hard to breathe.
"...for a moment..."
Meanwhile, Halt's glow continued.
Naturally, Ceres's heartbeat also became more intense.
Diarin gave up trying to escape from under Ceres' body and relaxed his strength.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Halt's glowing scream was very loud.
Hearing that made her feel doubtful about what she was doing.
What would be the point of stroking Ceres's back while hugging him and infusing him with divine power when Halt was just outside?
'No, I should think positively.'
Although Ceres was suffering from this constant stimulation, the number of times he went wild was decreasing.
It ended up being an unintentional desensitization exercise.
If he could get used to that enemy's childish tantrums, he might be able to easily ignore the singing and talking of people at the party.
“It’s okay, it’s okay...”
When she thought about it that way, this work didn't seem like such a hassle.
Diarin patted Ceres on the back a little more enthusiastically.
“Hoo, hoo...”
Ceres buried her face in Diarin's shoulder and rubbed his cheek against hers.
In this situation, there were two places that he always hung onto out of habit.
Hold her waist and bury his face in her lower stomach, or hug her and bury his face in her shoulder.
Actually, this position was a little embarrassing.
It doesn't matter since no one is watching anyway, but isn't this exactly the kind of pose that a couple in love would do?
Although neither of them had even the slightest feeling of such a thing, the constant encounter between the different bodies of a man and a woman could create such a feeling.
“Are you... okay?”
Outside the window, the sound of Halt finally succeeding in crushing the stones could be heard.
Ceres displayed a wide range of violence that, once he became mad, he would run to unknown lengths.
Halt focused on one target.
As soon as that target disappeared, he cooled down on his own.
Today, as usual, the sound of Halt's light footsteps, smashing stones, returned to the mansion.
Let's stop here for today, please.
"Phew..."
Diarin lowered her shoulders, which had been raised with tension.
Ceres's back, which had been shaking, was also stable.
But Ceres did not let go of Diarin's body.
Ceres was so strong and sturdy that she felt like she would die if he held her.
Sometimes, when he pressed hard, it felt like her bones would all break.
If he keeps doing that, she might suffer when she gets old...
He does that unconsciously because he is having a hard time, so she can't criticize him for that.
“Mr. Ceres?”
When Diarin called his name, his shoulders moved slightly.
If he can hear Diarin's voice well, it's okay.
Ceres rubbed his face against Diarin's shoulder and kissed her.
You're having a tantrum again.
Diarin stroked Ceres's back and brushed his hair.
Perhaps because he had suffered hardships at a young age, Ceres began to act childishly towards Diarin, the person he had begun to feel comfortable with.
He especially liked having his hair or back touched like this.
Diarin didn't refuse the feeling of petting a cat she had become friends with on the street.
“Oh my, our puppy... You should grow up quickly and become independent.”
Ceres pretended not to hear.
Diarin didn't expect an answer when she said that.
If he satisfies his sense of stability in this way, there may come a day when he will spit it out.
Until then, she thought she could just keep giving and giving.
“!”
At that moment, Ceres, who had been feeling tired and let go, suddenly raised his head.
"...? Why?"
“...Someone approached me.”
At that moment, Halt, who was coming in from outside and entering the living room, also stopped and froze.
Two people looked at the same place at the same time.
Diarin also stared blankly at Ceres, his gaze fixed on the same spot. However, Diarin saw nothing.
“What is it...? Ah!”
The moment she craned her neck a little more to look, an arrow flew towards Diarin.
Ceres rolled on the floor, holding Diarin's body.
Almost simultaneously, Halt jumped out the window.
Bang!
The arrow was embedded right next to the ground where it landed.
It was not an arrow normally used for hunting.
It was an arrow made of iron that could pierce armor, a common sight on the battlefield.
An assassin capable of using arrows like these cannot be so careless as to miss his target.
Diarin looked at it carefully.
This attack was clearly aimed at Ceres.
There were no further attacks, perhaps because Halt ran and pursued them.
“It’s dangerous.”
When Diarin tried to get up, Ceres stopped her.
“But what if Mr. Halt goes out of the mansion and causes a ruckus?”
An assassin is not like a stone.
He can either run away or fight back.
If he runs away while counterattacking, he may be able to cross the boundary of the mansion.
What if Halt gets even more excited when people outside the mansion are startled and wary?
It's different from a battlefield.
If he gets excited and indiscriminately attacks civilians, it will become a real hell.
The moment must not come when a war hero is reduced to a murderer.
“We have to catch up quickly.”
"I get it."
Upon receiving the order, Ceres quickly lifted up Diarin and carried her away.
"...huh?"
I was thinking of running and following...?
As she was thinking about that, Diarin was already a burden on Ceres's shoulders, swaying and shaking.
Ceres jumped out of the window and ran.
The speed was twice as fast as Diarin could run.
Diarin kept her mouth shut and assumed the identity of the luggage.
Whether it's my leg or yours, as long as we prevent a disaster, it's okay.
When the end result is important, sometimes the means don't matter.
“Oh, over there!”
Halt was quickly found.
Fortunately, it didn't go over the wall.
The assassin was lying on the floor.
But there was more than one assassin.
Two other assassins who had been hiding simultaneously rushed towards Halt.
“Kuaaaah!”
Halt was already on the run.
The sight of him picking a fight with a bird and a stone was relatively good.
The truly crazy Halt couldn't even approach.
Two assassins were no problem.
“Ugh...”
The screams of Halt, the sharp resonance of the assassins' weapons.
Ceres' condition began to deteriorate as the sound reminiscent of a battlefield began to spread.
It was a do-or-die situation.
“Ah!”
It might have been better to just get rid of it quickly so that the situation would end as it is.
Of course, there were no weapons on standby in the mansion.
No matter how skilled you were, it took time to deal with a heavily armed assassin with your bare hands.
Diarin became anxious.
'The longer you stay excited, the harder it will be to calm down!'
Not only was Halt a problem, but Ceres was also getting excited.
If both of them run wild like this, it's really unmanageable.
Even if she draws out all of her divine power, it may not work.
She had to stop it somehow before the worst happened.
'Ah, a whistle!'
She's been living without even thinking about the whistle lately, so she's forgotten about it.
Diarin, who was frantically opening her sleeves, suddenly remembered something.
‘...I left it in the room?’
Diarin stared blankly at the empty sleeve.
Both Ceres and Halt could be stopped by her own divine powers these days.
Since she never had to touch the whistle, she kept forgetting to carry it around because it was too much of a hassle.
Normally, nothing serious would happen.
Who would have thought that something so trivial could happen while she was letting her guard down like this?
It's not like he can just ask them right now, 'I'll go to my room and get a whistle. Fight well, and don't go too wild.'
“Ahhh! Aahhh!”
This was not an assassin's scream, but Halt's.
At that sound, Ceres' shoulders rose and fell unusually.
The standoff continued unabated, and the two mad dogs were on the verge of exploding.
Diarin's head was also on the verge of exploding.
'Let's try to prevent a catastrophe first!'
Anything would be better than letting two out-of-control mad dogs run wild and wreak havoc on society and then having to clean things up.
The assassins discovered the priest running towards them.
But Diarin, who was under the gaze of the assassins, did not move.
It was not Diarin but they who needed to be on guard and careful now.
'Oh, it's been a while since I've done this.'
Diarin took courage and put in effort.
It was hard to make up her mind, but easy to act.
Hwaruk!
A fire blazed in the eyes of the assassin who was facing Halt.
“Huh?! Oh my!”
At first, the assassin didn't even know what had happened to him.
But soon he realized that his eyes were burning.
By then, it was already too late.
“Ahhhhh!”
The assassin screamed and rolled on the floor.
Even if she can't roast a person whole, she can incapacitate them by burning their vital points.
Diarin kicked the head of the assassin, rolling on the floor.
The assassin passed out without making a sound.
"...Ha."
It's been a while since she's worked hard.
Diarin sighed, shaking her shoulders.
Yes, we've solved the problem.
Now it was time to solve those problems.
This was several times harder than burning out a person's eyeballs.
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