61. Hurt again
Diarin closed her eyes and shook her head.
Did I fall asleep on my way back from the festival?
At that time, nothing had changed in Ceres, who had been singing about marriage and love.
"Ha ha ha..."
Thanks to that, Diarin's tension was relieved.
Thanks to Ceres, Diarin's tension has been relieved.
The world could have been turned upside down like this.
“What did the assassins do?”
“Some were killed.”
“What about the rest?”
“They ran away.”
It was to the point where she could be arrested for public indecency without any hesitation.
The hem of the dress was intact below the waist.
Although it was torn and dirty here and there as it rolled down the mountain, the clothes maintained their shape.
‘I guess I just need to cover the top...’
Diarin looked around, trying to find something to hide.
But all that came into view was the shirt Ceres had thrown off.
Torn by the assassins' swords, it was already a piece of cloth, too small to be called clothing.
Even with the blood stains, it didn't seem much different from the torn upper part of Diarin's dress.
Come to think of it, Ceres was also naked from the waist up.
'If I go out on the street like this, I'll be advertising myself.'
If an assassin were watching, he would be dressed coolly enough to swing his sword and say, "Oh, have you been waiting?"
After much thought, Diarin took off her petticoat and hung it around her neck.
It really became a serious and annoying mess.
Covering the upper body with a petticoat and the lower body with a torn dress.
It looks like two bells are connected together.
Even if she were to be punished for a lifetime of playing the game all at once, it would be more merciful than this.
'Damn, what is life!'
Diarin stood up sadly.
But at that moment, the world spun around again and collapsed.
“Huh? Why am I dizzy?”
“The poisonous aura remains.”
“...Oh, right.”
When she was lying down, it just hurt like a cold, but when she got up, she felt dizzy.
Pouring divine power into one's own body to heal oneself is like drawing water from a bottomless bucket.
If she moves rashly like this, the poison may spread.
They can't just sit there and wait for the assassin.
It has become a situation where she can't do anything.
‘What should I do...’
While looking around, wondering if there was anything else, Diarin discovered the world's safest and most comfortable means of transportation.
“First, we need to get some money, so let’s go to the temple. This way.”
Diarin was carried on Ceres's back and pointed in the direction.
Ceres silently became a fine horse and walked according to Diarin's instructions.
Every time Ceres's legs moved, her vision would shake slightly, but not enough to cause the poison to spread.
"I'll go in alone, grab some money and stuff, and then come out. In the meantime, no matter what happens, you have to hide and stay still."
"I get it."
“...Can you do it?”
“I can do it.”
Even though it's unsettling, if Ceres says I can do it, he can do it.
Isn't it Ceres who saved her life?
Our dog has become such a wonderful human being that he can choose to take refuge with Diarin instead of going berserk, even when he's covered in wounds like this.
Even at the festival, he had a great time mingling with people, so she thinks he could live well wherever he goes and do whatever he wants.
...But now he has nowhere to go?
“Aren’t you hurt, Ceres?”
Diarin asked, feeling upset, while caressing the wound on Ceres's back.
Ceres took three steps and then answered.
"...Hurt."
Diarin felt a pang of pain in her heart as she heard that answer.
The mad dog that was so crazy about fighting that he didn't even know it was in pain now knows it's in pain.
Became completely human.
But then he went back to being covered in wounds again.
It was a wound that had been treated with great care.
Feeling frustrated, she ended up using her divine power without even realizing it.
She wanted to heal even just one wound.
“...Diarin.”
"Yes?"
Diarin raised her head at Ceres' call.
“There is an approacher.”
“...Please drop me down in the bushes over there for now.”
She doesn't know who's approaching, but if it's an assassin, she'll only be a hindrance.
“Mr. Ceres, hide over there and attack when I give you the signal.”
Ceres nodded and hid in the opposite direction that Diarin pointed to.
If two people hide in the same place, the chances of being caught increase.
Because Ceres wouldn't miss even the smallest signal from Diarin.
It was an operation based on trust.
Woot woot!
The sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar.
Diarin held her breath and strained her eyes to see the face of the person approaching her.
The best thing to do is to just pass by without noticing the two people.
Doo doo doo doo!
Now, a small shape began to appear in the distance.
It was approaching with a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust, as if it were in a hurry.
'Uh?'
Diarin was surprised when she saw the face of the person approaching her.
He was an unexpected person.
Diarin closed her eyes and shook her head.
Did I fall asleep on my way back from the festival?
At that time, nothing had changed in Ceres, who had been singing about marriage and love.
"Ha ha ha..."
Thanks to that, Diarin's tension was relieved.
Thanks to Ceres, Diarin's tension has been relieved.
The world could have been turned upside down like this.
“What did the assassins do?”
“Some were killed.”
“What about the rest?”
“They ran away.”
She guessed they decided that even assassins wouldn't do it.
But the situation was worse than fighting to the end and dying.
“Where am I?”
“A house nearby.”
Only then did Diarin look around.
It was clear that this was not a house where people lived, with cobwebs and dust everywhere, and half the ceiling missing.
It's not like he took over the house people were living in.
Diarin was moved again.
She wonders if our dog has learned human etiquette.
“How long have we been there?”
“A few hours or so.”
At those words, Diarin looked up through the hole in the ceiling.
It was a dark night when they returned from the festival, but the sky was already beginning to brighten.
“...They’re not still looking for us, are they?”
“There is no sign.”
"...phew..."
It seems that they completely withdrew, thinking that searching for the people who had fled after fighting Ceres would be pointless.
But she can't let her guard down.
Even in this situation, they can regroup and start searching again.
If that happens, Diarin and Ceres will never be able to handle it.
“...Let’s move for now.”
Hiding here won't do any good.
The safest place.
'It's going to be dangerous no matter where you go.'
No one can be without even a speck of doubt about the current situation.
Temple, Robben, and the Third Prince.
The temple is an interest group that can change sides at any time according to its own interests.
Now that support is coming in, she's happy and saving it, but someone may have ordered the assassination and put pressure on the temple at the same time.
'I'll have to keep an eye on the temple.'
Robben could have been better.
At least the human pity he showed to the 8th Unit members was genuine.
Even though he was moving because of orders, he didn't seem like the kind of person who could create the emotions that were visible from moment to moment.
...And, while going through all that hardship, it is impossible for any of his true feelings to be revealed.
'But it can vary depending on who gives the orders from above.'
It was clear that Robben was of quite high nobility.
He also held a considerable position in the military.
Not just anyone can be a staff member.
Although you need to have your own abilities, it is difficult to be given a high-ranking position without support.
The problem was its support base.
Someone who can entrust Robben with this crazy dog's care.
You can't expect anything from Robben without knowing who he is or which side he's on.
Because that person's opinion is more important than Robben's.
No matter how much Robben has established himself, he cannot be above his commands.
Robben needs to be approached a little more cautiously.
The last one left was the 3rd Prince.
'This seems like the safest way, but...'
Nothing reveals a person's true feelings as clearly as money.
To someone who doesn't know, even a single coin is precious.
...except Ceres.
Ceres is an exception, as his very existence benefits the world.
In that sense, the 3rd prince expressed his feelings with the utmost certainty.
Money!
That's a lot of money, too!
A huge amount of money that was given directly to Diarin and even used to support the temple!
There wasn't that much sincerity.
But there was a problem.
‘...there is no way to approach.’
How can I get to those people in the palace?
In the end, there was nowhere to turn for help.
“...Let’s think about where to go as we go.”
First of all, if you go into the middle of the city and there are a lot of people watching, you won't be able to do anything in the middle of it.
That's how Diarin calculated it.
But calculations always end up being off by one number.
“...Wait a minute. Turn around like this. Close your eyes.”
Diarin was still in Ceres' arms.
Why?
This was because the only thing covering the body was Ceres' body.
The house had no ceiling and no luxuries like blankets or quilts.
Diarin looked down at her body again, cautiously.
Ceres had no talent for delicately unbuttoning a woman's dress.
Of course, she shouldn't have expected that.
But she doesn't think it's necessary to tear it apart like this.
What should have been the sleeves were now tattered and hanging near the waist.
It seemed like he just ripped off her shirt to show her shoulders without any regard for the front or back.
Ceres turned around quietly at Diarin's words.
Diarin tried to patch up her torn clothes somehow.
But no matter how she tried to put it on, it was just a torn piece of clothing.
A naked body was visible between the tattered hems of the clothes.
'How can I get out like this?'
This situation was so bad that it couldn't even be called a punishment game.
But the situation was worse than fighting to the end and dying.
“Where am I?”
“A house nearby.”
Only then did Diarin look around.
It was clear that this was not a house where people lived, with cobwebs and dust everywhere, and half the ceiling missing.
It's not like he took over the house people were living in.
Diarin was moved again.
She wonders if our dog has learned human etiquette.
“How long have we been there?”
“A few hours or so.”
At those words, Diarin looked up through the hole in the ceiling.
It was a dark night when they returned from the festival, but the sky was already beginning to brighten.
“...They’re not still looking for us, are they?”
“There is no sign.”
"...phew..."
It seems that they completely withdrew, thinking that searching for the people who had fled after fighting Ceres would be pointless.
But she can't let her guard down.
Even in this situation, they can regroup and start searching again.
If that happens, Diarin and Ceres will never be able to handle it.
“...Let’s move for now.”
Hiding here won't do any good.
The safest place.
'It's going to be dangerous no matter where you go.'
No one can be without even a speck of doubt about the current situation.
Temple, Robben, and the Third Prince.
The temple is an interest group that can change sides at any time according to its own interests.
Now that support is coming in, she's happy and saving it, but someone may have ordered the assassination and put pressure on the temple at the same time.
'I'll have to keep an eye on the temple.'
Robben could have been better.
At least the human pity he showed to the 8th Unit members was genuine.
Even though he was moving because of orders, he didn't seem like the kind of person who could create the emotions that were visible from moment to moment.
...And, while going through all that hardship, it is impossible for any of his true feelings to be revealed.
...I might call you a son of a bitch, but...
It was clear that Robben was of quite high nobility.
He also held a considerable position in the military.
Not just anyone can be a staff member.
Although you need to have your own abilities, it is difficult to be given a high-ranking position without support.
The problem was its support base.
Someone who can entrust Robben with this crazy dog's care.
You can't expect anything from Robben without knowing who he is or which side he's on.
Because that person's opinion is more important than Robben's.
No matter how much Robben has established himself, he cannot be above his commands.
Robben needs to be approached a little more cautiously.
The last one left was the 3rd Prince.
'This seems like the safest way, but...'
Nothing reveals a person's true feelings as clearly as money.
To someone who doesn't know, even a single coin is precious.
...except Ceres.
Ceres is an exception, as his very existence benefits the world.
In that sense, the 3rd prince expressed his feelings with the utmost certainty.
Money!
That's a lot of money, too!
A huge amount of money that was given directly to Diarin and even used to support the temple!
There wasn't that much sincerity.
But there was a problem.
‘...there is no way to approach.’
How can I get to those people in the palace?
In the end, there was nowhere to turn for help.
“...Let’s think about where to go as we go.”
First of all, if you go into the middle of the city and there are a lot of people watching, you won't be able to do anything in the middle of it.
That's how Diarin calculated it.
But calculations always end up being off by one number.
“...Wait a minute. Turn around like this. Close your eyes.”
Diarin was still in Ceres' arms.
Why?
This was because the only thing covering the body was Ceres' body.
The house had no ceiling and no luxuries like blankets or quilts.
Diarin looked down at her body again, cautiously.
Ceres had no talent for delicately unbuttoning a woman's dress.
Of course, she shouldn't have expected that.
But she doesn't think it's necessary to tear it apart like this.
What should have been the sleeves were now tattered and hanging near the waist.
It seemed like he just ripped off her shirt to show her shoulders without any regard for the front or back.
Ceres turned around quietly at Diarin's words.
Diarin tried to patch up her torn clothes somehow.
But no matter how she tried to put it on, it was just a torn piece of clothing.
A naked body was visible between the tattered hems of the clothes.
'How can I get out like this?'
This situation was so bad that it couldn't even be called a punishment game.
It was to the point where she could be arrested for public indecency without any hesitation.
The hem of the dress was intact below the waist.
Although it was torn and dirty here and there as it rolled down the mountain, the clothes maintained their shape.
‘I guess I just need to cover the top...’
Diarin looked around, trying to find something to hide.
But all that came into view was the shirt Ceres had thrown off.
Torn by the assassins' swords, it was already a piece of cloth, too small to be called clothing.
Even with the blood stains, it didn't seem much different from the torn upper part of Diarin's dress.
Come to think of it, Ceres was also naked from the waist up.
'If I go out on the street like this, I'll be advertising myself.'
If an assassin were watching, he would be dressed coolly enough to swing his sword and say, "Oh, have you been waiting?"
After much thought, Diarin took off her petticoat and hung it around her neck.
It really became a serious and annoying mess.
Covering the upper body with a petticoat and the lower body with a torn dress.
It looks like two bells are connected together.
Even if she were to be punished for a lifetime of playing the game all at once, it would be more merciful than this.
'Damn, what is life!'
Diarin stood up sadly.
But at that moment, the world spun around again and collapsed.
“Huh? Why am I dizzy?”
“The poisonous aura remains.”
“...Oh, right.”
When she was lying down, it just hurt like a cold, but when she got up, she felt dizzy.
Pouring divine power into one's own body to heal oneself is like drawing water from a bottomless bucket.
If she moves rashly like this, the poison may spread.
They can't just sit there and wait for the assassin.
It has become a situation where she can't do anything.
‘What should I do...’
While looking around, wondering if there was anything else, Diarin discovered the world's safest and most comfortable means of transportation.
***
“First, we need to get some money, so let’s go to the temple. This way.”
Diarin was carried on Ceres's back and pointed in the direction.
Ceres silently became a fine horse and walked according to Diarin's instructions.
Every time Ceres's legs moved, her vision would shake slightly, but not enough to cause the poison to spread.
"I'll go in alone, grab some money and stuff, and then come out. In the meantime, no matter what happens, you have to hide and stay still."
"I get it."
“...Can you do it?”
“I can do it.”
Even though it's unsettling, if Ceres says I can do it, he can do it.
Isn't it Ceres who saved her life?
Our dog has become such a wonderful human being that he can choose to take refuge with Diarin instead of going berserk, even when he's covered in wounds like this.
Even at the festival, he had a great time mingling with people, so she thinks he could live well wherever he goes and do whatever he wants.
...But now he has nowhere to go?
“Aren’t you hurt, Ceres?”
Diarin asked, feeling upset, while caressing the wound on Ceres's back.
Ceres took three steps and then answered.
"...Hurt."
Diarin felt a pang of pain in her heart as she heard that answer.
The mad dog that was so crazy about fighting that he didn't even know it was in pain now knows it's in pain.
Became completely human.
But then he went back to being covered in wounds again.
It was a wound that had been treated with great care.
Feeling frustrated, she ended up using her divine power without even realizing it.
She wanted to heal even just one wound.
“...Diarin.”
"Yes?"
Diarin raised her head at Ceres' call.
“There is an approacher.”
“...Please drop me down in the bushes over there for now.”
She doesn't know who's approaching, but if it's an assassin, she'll only be a hindrance.
“Mr. Ceres, hide over there and attack when I give you the signal.”
Ceres nodded and hid in the opposite direction that Diarin pointed to.
If two people hide in the same place, the chances of being caught increase.
Because Ceres wouldn't miss even the smallest signal from Diarin.
It was an operation based on trust.
Woot woot!
The sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar.
Diarin held her breath and strained her eyes to see the face of the person approaching her.
The best thing to do is to just pass by without noticing the two people.
Doo doo doo doo!
Now, a small shape began to appear in the distance.
It was approaching with a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust, as if it were in a hurry.
'Uh?'
Diarin was surprised when she saw the face of the person approaching her.
He was an unexpected person.
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