44. Daughter
The priest in charge of the sorcerer's office received the message from the chief priest and began unlocking the locks.
"Just check the spellbook, and if you need any materials, call me. Don't touch anything carelessly."
"Yes."
“You must only look at the spellbook with your own eyes, and you must never tear it up or take it out secretly.”
"Yes."
"If you need transcription, please let us know. After receiving permission, we will do it for you."
"Yes."
The rules of the sorcerer's office were strict.
Diarin didn't have that much of an appetite for magic.
Since she was already hiding the divine power she possessed, there was no need to be greedy for sorcery.
The priest in charge of the sorcerer's office received the message from the chief priest and began unlocking the locks.
"Just check the spellbook, and if you need any materials, call me. Don't touch anything carelessly."
"Yes."
“You must only look at the spellbook with your own eyes, and you must never tear it up or take it out secretly.”
"Yes."
"If you need transcription, please let us know. After receiving permission, we will do it for you."
"Yes."
The rules of the sorcerer's office were strict.
Diarin didn't have that much of an appetite for magic.
Since she was already hiding the divine power she possessed, there was no need to be greedy for sorcery.
The sorcerer-in-charge of the sorcerer's office searched through the hanging pile of keys one by one and opened the lock.
The sorcerer's office was a mountain of iron bars.
After passing one iron bar, there was an iron gate, and after passing the iron gate, there was another iron bar.
Each door had five locks.
It was a time of patience.
'Oh, yes. I'll organize it in order.'
Even as time passes like this, Ceres will be alone in the mansion.
Her child may be hungry or bored.
She needs to go and see it quickly, but it's so slow that it's frustrating.
“Sir, over there, next to it, that thing.”
“Oh, yes. You have good eyesight.”
Diarin stared at the fingers of the janitor who was slowly checking the keys one by one, and then, frustrated, she found the key first and told him.
All the locks were barely open.
Clank.
The last iron door opened, and Diarin's mouth fell open at the sight of the inside of the sorcerer's office.
"...Huh."
“Well then, take your time and come out.”
Diarin was so shocked by the scene before her eyes that she didn't even notice the priest leaving.
Is this the end?
They pretended to be so expensive, but the number of spellbooks filling the sorcerer's office was less than a hundred.
Diarin slumped her shoulders in frustration at the sheer volume of spellbooks that barely filled two rows of bookshelves.
On the other side of the sorcerer's office was a drawer containing the materials needed for magic.
As she can see, that one is half empty too.
She doesn't think there will be enough to sell.
Diarin put aside her blasphemous thoughts and searched for the spellbook she was aiming for.
“Hmm... memory, memory...”
However, no spellbook related to memory was visible.
“Is it in the main temple...?”
Touching memories would not be an easy spell.
A spell that can ruin a person's life. It's so dangerous that it's hard to believe such a thing exists.
It was a level of sorcery that could only be found in the Great Temple, where the Seven Children of God are located, so it could not have been here.
“I guess I’ll have to ask Robben about that later.”
Since it is a public matter, it would be processed more quickly if it went through Robben rather than Diarin requesting it directly.
“And then...”
Diarin glanced around the sorcerer's office.
Isn't there such a thing as humility in worldly affairs?
While looking for a spell book to lift the spell cast on Ceres, she might end up reading a few spells that will later turn into money... and as she read, she might even memorize them without realizing it... Well, that's how it is.
“Oh, a spell to remove old scars.”
Beauty makes money anytime, anywhere.
Diarin glanced over the spellbook.
It was not a spell that required complex methods or materials.
This much could be replaced with one's own divine power.
If you could wield divine power, you didn't need to memorize every single detail of the spell. You could use it as long as you understood the general principles.
“Oh, this is good.”
As Diarin was looking through this and that, a spell called 'dyeing technique' came into view.
It just so happens that Ceres' hair is getting a darker tint, which is a good thing.
If surgery is simply arithmetic that involves adding and subtracting, then magic is the mathematics that applies it.
Even things that cannot be solved with surgery can be solved with sorcery.
Diarin worked hard to cast the spell on her eyes.
Her pockets were full of money, and her heart was warmed by the magic spells in her head.
'Well, I guess people need to have some leeway.'
As expected, people feel more relaxed when they fill up something.
The anxiety of having to return to Ceres immediately also eased.
"I hope our puppy is doing well. Someone raised him."
An unidentified belief arose that if her work went well, Ceres would also be well.
The sky was especially blue today, and the weather was nice.
A pleasant breeze blew and lifted her spirits.
'It's perfect weather for a festival.'
As she left the temple, she saw priests busy preparing for the festival.
If only she hadn't been in charge of the mad dog, Diarin would have been there too, staying up all night every night.
The feeling of liberation from the maddening demands of duty made her spirits soar even higher.
'Should I just take a quick look around?'
Diarin asked the groom to turn around and go towards the square where the festival was being held.
The coachman immediately turned his horse's head.
"...Uh."
The carriage, which had been traveling along an unfamiliar road, suddenly found itself passing a familiar street.
Diarin was startled by the familiar scenery.
This was the road where her family, the Baron Braden, lived.
It was just a house, too embarrassing to be called a Baron's house, but the whole family called it Baron Braden's house anyway.
A little further down this road was Baron Braden's house.
If she just sit here, the coachman will not notice and just pass by.
Diarin clenched her hands on her knees.
Money was jingling in her pocket.
Its presence weighed heavily on Diarin, like an overfed stomach.
“...Wait a minute, can you stop me in front of you and then come back?”
“Yes, I understand.”
The coachman kindly stopped the carriage in front of Baron Braden's house.
Diarin, who got off the carriage, looked up at Baron Braden's house, which she had not seen in a long time.
It's small, shabby, and old.
In the temple, where everyone wore the same priestly attire and ate the same food, there was a poverty that was so painful that it was hard to feel it.
Diarin, who had been hesitating, grabbed her ankle and walked into the sagging poverty.
“Mom, I’m home.”
“Oh my! Is Diarin here?!”
Baroness Braden was startled by her daughter's sudden appearance and threw down the sewing material she was holding.
Diarin barely managed to give a faint smile in her mother's arms, who ran over to her and hugged her with joy.
“Yeah, Mom. It’s been a while.”
“Yes, our Priestess. How have you been?”
“Oh, it’s always the same.”
“But I guess you won’t have to go to the front lines anymore?”
“Yeah. Because the war is over.”
“Yeah... Staying healthy and safe is the priority.”
It was clearly a pretty and thankful word, but the regret it left was probably not Diarin's problem.
Even though she didn't say anything, the allowance that Diarin always received when she returned from the front line was a great help to the family.
Add one more thing to that, and there's even the hope that she might get some credit.
“If your brother were as capable and strong as you, I would send him to the battlefield or anywhere and have him achieve great things... But he can’t even sit anywhere because he’s afraid that someone will say he’s not a noble.”
Mom, I wasn't the first one to sit anywhere and fall asleep as soon as I lay my head down.
Diarin barely managed to swallow the words that were rising to the tip of her tongue.
In Laklion, the title of Baron is hereditary only for the fifth generation.
Her grandfather's grandfather was the first to discover the poison released into a well while on the battlefield. Thanks to him, countless soldiers were saved, and in recognition of his service, he was awarded a baronetcy. He was lucky.
It was a family that had no ability and originally had nothing.
So even if you received a title, there was no way to develop or maintain it.
While he was barely maintaining the title he had received, the final turn for the hereditary succession of the title came.
Of course, her brother Jolitan did not have the ability or talent of his father, Baron Braden, or his grandfather, the late Baron Braden.
Then, Diarin became a Priestess and went to war.
If just one member of the family achieves a feat, the feat becomes the family's.
The family's expectations could not help but grow.
"Even after the war is over, there's still a lot to be done. There must be some way."
“That would be great, but... Aren't nobles supposed to do nothing? Why do they have to do that, really?”
So her father and brother spent their whole lives just smirking and being proud.
Although her mother was a Baroness, she worked as a maid just because she was of commoner origin.
Although Diarin was clearly the daughter of a Baron, she worked as a maid just like her mother.
She's still working.
Mom always forgot that she and Diarin were also nobles.
“Mom, I did something a little harder this time, so I got some extra money.”
Diarin shook off her gloomy thoughts and took out her pocket.
She set aside a little for herself.
Even though it was her money anyway and she knew it would all go to her brother, the moment she handed the bag to her mother, the heavier it was, the prouder she felt.
“Oh my, what kind of money is this?”
“I told you it was hard work. I guess I’ll have to work harder from now on... This is money I earned by grinding my bones, Mom.”
"Yeah, you've worked hard. I never expected that, so I'm so relieved."
To see her mom's smile.
The moment she handed over the money, her mother smiled sincerely.
Diarin smiled back at her mother.
Still, it was an undeniable sense of security to have a family that cared for her.
Even though a lot was taken away, it was better than not having anyone to give it to.
"Your brother recently joined a poetry recitation club, and he was upset because he was the only one using a quill pen instead of a glass pen. Turns out glass pens are more expensive than I thought. How can a nobleman afford to buy a pen when he's broke? I was wondering what to do..."
Diarin's smile crumbled.
She needs to go and see it quickly, but it's so slow that it's frustrating.
“Sir, over there, next to it, that thing.”
“Oh, yes. You have good eyesight.”
Diarin stared at the fingers of the janitor who was slowly checking the keys one by one, and then, frustrated, she found the key first and told him.
All the locks were barely open.
Clank.
The last iron door opened, and Diarin's mouth fell open at the sight of the inside of the sorcerer's office.
"...Huh."
“Well then, take your time and come out.”
Diarin was so shocked by the scene before her eyes that she didn't even notice the priest leaving.
Is this the end?
They pretended to be so expensive, but the number of spellbooks filling the sorcerer's office was less than a hundred.
Diarin slumped her shoulders in frustration at the sheer volume of spellbooks that barely filled two rows of bookshelves.
On the other side of the sorcerer's office was a drawer containing the materials needed for magic.
As she can see, that one is half empty too.
She doesn't think there will be enough to sell.
Diarin put aside her blasphemous thoughts and searched for the spellbook she was aiming for.
“Hmm... memory, memory...”
However, no spellbook related to memory was visible.
“Is it in the main temple...?”
Touching memories would not be an easy spell.
A spell that can ruin a person's life. It's so dangerous that it's hard to believe such a thing exists.
It was a level of sorcery that could only be found in the Great Temple, where the Seven Children of God are located, so it could not have been here.
“I guess I’ll have to ask Robben about that later.”
Since it is a public matter, it would be processed more quickly if it went through Robben rather than Diarin requesting it directly.
“And then...”
Diarin glanced around the sorcerer's office.
Isn't there such a thing as humility in worldly affairs?
While looking for a spell book to lift the spell cast on Ceres, she might end up reading a few spells that will later turn into money... and as she read, she might even memorize them without realizing it... Well, that's how it is.
“Oh, a spell to remove old scars.”
Beauty makes money anytime, anywhere.
Diarin glanced over the spellbook.
It was not a spell that required complex methods or materials.
This much could be replaced with one's own divine power.
If you could wield divine power, you didn't need to memorize every single detail of the spell. You could use it as long as you understood the general principles.
“Oh, this is good.”
As Diarin was looking through this and that, a spell called 'dyeing technique' came into view.
It just so happens that Ceres' hair is getting a darker tint, which is a good thing.
If surgery is simply arithmetic that involves adding and subtracting, then magic is the mathematics that applies it.
Even things that cannot be solved with surgery can be solved with sorcery.
Diarin worked hard to cast the spell on her eyes.
***
Her pockets were full of money, and her heart was warmed by the magic spells in her head.
'Well, I guess people need to have some leeway.'
As expected, people feel more relaxed when they fill up something.
The anxiety of having to return to Ceres immediately also eased.
"I hope our puppy is doing well. Someone raised him."
An unidentified belief arose that if her work went well, Ceres would also be well.
The sky was especially blue today, and the weather was nice.
A pleasant breeze blew and lifted her spirits.
'It's perfect weather for a festival.'
As she left the temple, she saw priests busy preparing for the festival.
If only she hadn't been in charge of the mad dog, Diarin would have been there too, staying up all night every night.
The feeling of liberation from the maddening demands of duty made her spirits soar even higher.
'Should I just take a quick look around?'
Diarin asked the groom to turn around and go towards the square where the festival was being held.
The coachman immediately turned his horse's head.
"...Uh."
The carriage, which had been traveling along an unfamiliar road, suddenly found itself passing a familiar street.
Diarin was startled by the familiar scenery.
This was the road where her family, the Baron Braden, lived.
It was just a house, too embarrassing to be called a Baron's house, but the whole family called it Baron Braden's house anyway.
A little further down this road was Baron Braden's house.
If she just sit here, the coachman will not notice and just pass by.
Diarin clenched her hands on her knees.
Money was jingling in her pocket.
Its presence weighed heavily on Diarin, like an overfed stomach.
“...Wait a minute, can you stop me in front of you and then come back?”
“Yes, I understand.”
The coachman kindly stopped the carriage in front of Baron Braden's house.
Diarin, who got off the carriage, looked up at Baron Braden's house, which she had not seen in a long time.
It's small, shabby, and old.
In the temple, where everyone wore the same priestly attire and ate the same food, there was a poverty that was so painful that it was hard to feel it.
Diarin, who had been hesitating, grabbed her ankle and walked into the sagging poverty.
“Mom, I’m home.”
“Oh my! Is Diarin here?!”
Baroness Braden was startled by her daughter's sudden appearance and threw down the sewing material she was holding.
Diarin barely managed to give a faint smile in her mother's arms, who ran over to her and hugged her with joy.
“Yeah, Mom. It’s been a while.”
“Yes, our Priestess. How have you been?”
“Oh, it’s always the same.”
“But I guess you won’t have to go to the front lines anymore?”
“Yeah. Because the war is over.”
“Yeah... Staying healthy and safe is the priority.”
It was clearly a pretty and thankful word, but the regret it left was probably not Diarin's problem.
Even though she didn't say anything, the allowance that Diarin always received when she returned from the front line was a great help to the family.
Add one more thing to that, and there's even the hope that she might get some credit.
“If your brother were as capable and strong as you, I would send him to the battlefield or anywhere and have him achieve great things... But he can’t even sit anywhere because he’s afraid that someone will say he’s not a noble.”
Mom, I wasn't the first one to sit anywhere and fall asleep as soon as I lay my head down.
Diarin barely managed to swallow the words that were rising to the tip of her tongue.
In Laklion, the title of Baron is hereditary only for the fifth generation.
Her grandfather's grandfather was the first to discover the poison released into a well while on the battlefield. Thanks to him, countless soldiers were saved, and in recognition of his service, he was awarded a baronetcy. He was lucky.
It was a family that had no ability and originally had nothing.
So even if you received a title, there was no way to develop or maintain it.
While he was barely maintaining the title he had received, the final turn for the hereditary succession of the title came.
Of course, her brother Jolitan did not have the ability or talent of his father, Baron Braden, or his grandfather, the late Baron Braden.
Then, Diarin became a Priestess and went to war.
If just one member of the family achieves a feat, the feat becomes the family's.
The family's expectations could not help but grow.
"Even after the war is over, there's still a lot to be done. There must be some way."
“That would be great, but... Aren't nobles supposed to do nothing? Why do they have to do that, really?”
So her father and brother spent their whole lives just smirking and being proud.
Although her mother was a Baroness, she worked as a maid just because she was of commoner origin.
Although Diarin was clearly the daughter of a Baron, she worked as a maid just like her mother.
She's still working.
Mom always forgot that she and Diarin were also nobles.
“Mom, I did something a little harder this time, so I got some extra money.”
Diarin shook off her gloomy thoughts and took out her pocket.
She set aside a little for herself.
Even though it was her money anyway and she knew it would all go to her brother, the moment she handed the bag to her mother, the heavier it was, the prouder she felt.
“Oh my, what kind of money is this?”
“I told you it was hard work. I guess I’ll have to work harder from now on... This is money I earned by grinding my bones, Mom.”
"Yeah, you've worked hard. I never expected that, so I'm so relieved."
To see her mom's smile.
The moment she handed over the money, her mother smiled sincerely.
Diarin smiled back at her mother.
Still, it was an undeniable sense of security to have a family that cared for her.
Even though a lot was taken away, it was better than not having anyone to give it to.
"Your brother recently joined a poetry recitation club, and he was upset because he was the only one using a quill pen instead of a glass pen. Turns out glass pens are more expensive than I thought. How can a nobleman afford to buy a pen when he's broke? I was wondering what to do..."
Diarin's smile crumbled.
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