62. New accommodation
While Diarin was surprised, the man on horseback passed by the two of them at lightning speed.
“Hey! Grab it!”
It's already too late to call and catch him.
“Don’t kill him!”
Diarin added a word in a hurry.
Ceres understood and threw the stone with precision.
The stone flew like an arrow.
The stone hit the horse's rump exactly.
“Heeheehee!”
The startled horse raised its forelegs and neighed sharply.
“Oh, oh!”
The man on the horse barely managed to stay afloat.
But he couldn't run again.
While the horse was still, Diarin stepped out of the bushes.
“Mr. Robben.”
“Huh?! Priestess? Oh my! Are you okay?”
Fortunately, Robben didn't draw his sword or anything when he saw Diarin.
But they couldn't let our guard down.
Even on the battlefield, you always had to watch your back.
Diarin approached Robben, winking at Ceres to stay away.
Robben's eyes shook violently as he looked at the approaching Diarin.
“...It seems like you’re not doing very well....”
“...No, this outfit, that...”
Even in the midst of all this, the shame did not go away.
Shit.
If even a corpse had human rights, it would have turned red even in death.
“...Anyway, I understand that something big happened last night.”
“How did you know?”
“How can I not know that when I see that outfit?”
Oh, that's true, but...
"It seems like yesterday was the day. There were simultaneous explosions in the quarters where the 8th Unit members were staying."
"Yes?!"
Diarin jumped in surprise.
Being with Ceres made her feel like she was part of the entire 8th Division.
But there were more members of the 8th Division than just Ceres.
Even though most of them died in battle, there must have been at least ten survivors.
That happened in all ten places at the same time?
It wasn't just the sound of their own mansion exploding that was drowned out by the sound of the festival's fireworks.
"I only just learned of this now, because the report was delayed due to the festival. I rushed here as soon as I heard the report."
“Mr. Ceres, I think it’s okay for you to come out.”
In this situation, Robben was clearly on their side.
Robben's face twisted as Ceres rustled through the bushes.
Diarin pretended not to hear and looked away.
There may be brief misunderstandings between people, and then they resolve them and get along well again. That's the way it is, isn't it?
“First, you two should move to a safe place.”
He postponed his near-death experience until after the urgent situation.
“...But, how do I move?”
One horse, three people.
An awkward glance met their eyes.
Who will run?
“...Reinforcements will arrive soon. You can just use a horse there.”
As Robben said, the sound of horseshoes soon rang out again.
Diarin was tense, worried that it might not be reinforcements but assassins again.
“Sir!”
The approaching soldiers spotted Robben, saluted him, and dismounted from their horses.
And when they discovered Diarin and Ceres in strange costumes, they couldn't control their expression for a moment.
Diarin, feeling very embarrassed, lowered her head.
As expected, the feeling of thinking alone and actually going out into the world were worlds apart.
“Half of the time we do on-site investigations and surveys, and the other half we travel together.”
"Yes!"
“Give me a horse.”
Robben neatly sorted out the situation.
Rather than continuing the conversation here, it was more important to move to a safer place.
Diarin mounted her horse with Ceres.
A woman with a petticoat around her neck and a man with his upper body bare were strange to anyone who saw them.
“...The top too.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Robben also stole two of the soldiers' shirts.
It was equally strange to be wearing only a top over a bare body, but it was enough to make it seem like he could get by quickly on horseback.
Diarin, who wore a soldier's jacket over her petticoat, wasn't even that bad.
“...God... The situation is urgent, so even God will close his eyes.”
Even as a human being, her dignity was shattered, but as a priest, she was a beast that they could not bear to look at with their eyes open.
Robben, however, responded flexibly, as expected from someone who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
“....Thank you for your words.”
Diarin climbed onto the horse with tears in her eyes.
Robben naturally tried to climb behind Diarin.
Since Robben is of a higher status and rank than Ceres, it would be polite for him to ride the same horse as Diarin.
“?”
But Robben noticed his body jerking away a beat before he could even grab the reins.
Why is my body flying in the sky?
By the time he thought about it, Robben was already on the ground.
“What the heck is this!”
Robben shouted, forgetting the fear of the 8th Division.
In a place where even soldiers were present, he was kicked by Ceres and sent flying.
But Ceres glared at Robben, growling low like an animal.
“...I don’t like it...”
“Ah, ah! Lord Robben! I will ride on the same horse as Ceres!”
Diarin hurriedly took control of the situation.
There's nothing else to forget.
She should have come forward first and said, 'Ceres, come here.'
Our dog is very jealous...
“Mr. Ceres, stop barking and come here. Get in quickly.”
“...”
Our kind and obedient dog faithfully followed Diarin's commands.
Without even looking at Robben, who was lying on the ground, he jumped up onto the horse and sat right behind Diarin.
“...I, I, I...”
Robben gritted his teeth but couldn't say anything more.
The 8th unit member was attacked all night and was injured.
Thanks to Diarin, he's staying calm now, but if Robben provokes him any further, a fierce sword fight could break out.
The most important thing in the world was not face or honor, but life.
“...Let’s go.”
Robben got on his horse and started running right away.
Ceres also rode along with him as he set off.
Soldiers surrounded the area.
Thanks to Ceres and the surrounding soldiers who stretched out their arms to hug Diarin from behind, Diarin's miserable appearance was barely visible.
Diarin curled up tightly in Ceres's arms.
The vast embrace of Ceres was large enough to hide even one hair of Diarin's head.
'Phew...'
One must always be alert and careful on a running horse.
The saying "I'm easily surprised" means that you never know when, where, or how you'll be surprised.
It couldn't be helped because it was a living thing, not an object.
So, you shouldn't let your guard down when riding a horse, and Diarin felt that it was the safest moment.
There was no assassin chasing them, no swordplay, no explosion in the mansion, nothing.
The feeling of being lost and at a loss as to where to go right away was also resolved.
She finally felt relieved that she was alive.
'But where are we going?'
Robben just rode his horse diligently without saying a word.
He was running so fast that there was no time to even talk.
And the surrounding soldiers were also keeping their guards sharp in preparation for any possible attack, so there was no mood to speak.
It seemed as if Diarin had said even a single word, this tense atmosphere would shatter.
Robben initially ran along the road that circled the outskirts of the city.
This road was quieter and better for speeding than the one that ran through the city.
There must be a mansion like the one they lived in, so Diarin followed without thinking.
But Robben drove along the intercity road for a while and then turned onto the road heading into the city.
'Huh?'
Diarin froze in a direction different from what she had expected.
Even though she had no one to trust right away other than Robben, when she encountered an unexpected situation, she kept thinking, 'What if...?', 'No way...?'
“Mr. Ceres.”
Diarin quietly called out to Ceres.
Even though she whispered in a low voice, Ceres heard me without missing a beat.
Ceres's body, which had touched his back, moved slightly.
He nodded his head to indicate that he had heard it.
“If you feel strange, you should run away to another place immediately.”
“I know.”
Ceres answered strangely.
At the calm and peaceful voice, no different from usual, Diarin's tense shoulders relaxed again.
Well, he was with someone more skilled in battle than anyone else, so he was nervous and jumped in.
The young master Ceres was really unlovable, but the 8th unit member Ceres couldn't have been that dependable.
'We're completely downtown?'
Diarin felt a sense of wonder rather than tension as she looked at the increasingly familiar streetscape.
This was something that anyone living in the capital city of Laklion could not help but know.
All the shops are gathered here, and it is the most expensive place to live in the capital.
An assassination attempt here would not be considered an assassination, but a declaration of war.
The reason why this place is so prosperous.
That...
‘...Oh? ...No way?’
Diarin belatedly connected all the 'I doubts'.
Robben now ran down the street towards the palace entrance that led to the end of the street.
'No way?!'
The soldiers also ran after him.
Diarin and Ceres also entered the palace entrance with them.
That prediction was right.
Robben introduced the palace as his new residence.
While Diarin was surprised, the man on horseback passed by the two of them at lightning speed.
“Hey! Grab it!”
It's already too late to call and catch him.
“Don’t kill him!”
Diarin added a word in a hurry.
Ceres understood and threw the stone with precision.
The stone flew like an arrow.
The stone hit the horse's rump exactly.
“Heeheehee!”
The startled horse raised its forelegs and neighed sharply.
“Oh, oh!”
The man on the horse barely managed to stay afloat.
But he couldn't run again.
While the horse was still, Diarin stepped out of the bushes.
“Mr. Robben.”
“Huh?! Priestess? Oh my! Are you okay?”
Fortunately, Robben didn't draw his sword or anything when he saw Diarin.
But they couldn't let our guard down.
Even on the battlefield, you always had to watch your back.
Diarin approached Robben, winking at Ceres to stay away.
Robben's eyes shook violently as he looked at the approaching Diarin.
“...It seems like you’re not doing very well....”
“...No, this outfit, that...”
Even in the midst of all this, the shame did not go away.
Shit.
If even a corpse had human rights, it would have turned red even in death.
“...Anyway, I understand that something big happened last night.”
“How did you know?”
“How can I not know that when I see that outfit?”
Oh, that's true, but...
"It seems like yesterday was the day. There were simultaneous explosions in the quarters where the 8th Unit members were staying."
"Yes?!"
Diarin jumped in surprise.
Being with Ceres made her feel like she was part of the entire 8th Division.
But there were more members of the 8th Division than just Ceres.
Even though most of them died in battle, there must have been at least ten survivors.
That happened in all ten places at the same time?
It wasn't just the sound of their own mansion exploding that was drowned out by the sound of the festival's fireworks.
"I only just learned of this now, because the report was delayed due to the festival. I rushed here as soon as I heard the report."
“Mr. Ceres, I think it’s okay for you to come out.”
In this situation, Robben was clearly on their side.
Robben's face twisted as Ceres rustled through the bushes.
“...Did you intend to kill me if things went wrong?”
There may be brief misunderstandings between people, and then they resolve them and get along well again. That's the way it is, isn't it?
“First, you two should move to a safe place.”
Robben possessed a heart as vast as the ocean.
“...But, how do I move?”
One horse, three people.
An awkward glance met their eyes.
Who will run?
“...Reinforcements will arrive soon. You can just use a horse there.”
As Robben said, the sound of horseshoes soon rang out again.
Diarin was tense, worried that it might not be reinforcements but assassins again.
“Sir!”
The approaching soldiers spotted Robben, saluted him, and dismounted from their horses.
And when they discovered Diarin and Ceres in strange costumes, they couldn't control their expression for a moment.
Diarin, feeling very embarrassed, lowered her head.
As expected, the feeling of thinking alone and actually going out into the world were worlds apart.
“Half of the time we do on-site investigations and surveys, and the other half we travel together.”
"Yes!"
“Give me a horse.”
Robben neatly sorted out the situation.
Rather than continuing the conversation here, it was more important to move to a safer place.
Diarin mounted her horse with Ceres.
A woman with a petticoat around her neck and a man with his upper body bare were strange to anyone who saw them.
“...The top too.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Robben also stole two of the soldiers' shirts.
It was equally strange to be wearing only a top over a bare body, but it was enough to make it seem like he could get by quickly on horseback.
Diarin, who wore a soldier's jacket over her petticoat, wasn't even that bad.
“...God... The situation is urgent, so even God will close his eyes.”
Even as a human being, her dignity was shattered, but as a priest, she was a beast that they could not bear to look at with their eyes open.
Robben, however, responded flexibly, as expected from someone who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
“....Thank you for your words.”
Diarin climbed onto the horse with tears in her eyes.
Robben naturally tried to climb behind Diarin.
Since Robben is of a higher status and rank than Ceres, it would be polite for him to ride the same horse as Diarin.
“?”
But Robben noticed his body jerking away a beat before he could even grab the reins.
Why is my body flying in the sky?
By the time he thought about it, Robben was already on the ground.
“What the heck is this!”
Robben shouted, forgetting the fear of the 8th Division.
In a place where even soldiers were present, he was kicked by Ceres and sent flying.
But Ceres glared at Robben, growling low like an animal.
“...I don’t like it...”
“Ah, ah! Lord Robben! I will ride on the same horse as Ceres!”
Diarin hurriedly took control of the situation.
There's nothing else to forget.
She should have come forward first and said, 'Ceres, come here.'
Our dog is very jealous...
“Mr. Ceres, stop barking and come here. Get in quickly.”
“...”
Our kind and obedient dog faithfully followed Diarin's commands.
Without even looking at Robben, who was lying on the ground, he jumped up onto the horse and sat right behind Diarin.
“...I, I, I...”
Robben gritted his teeth but couldn't say anything more.
The 8th unit member was attacked all night and was injured.
Thanks to Diarin, he's staying calm now, but if Robben provokes him any further, a fierce sword fight could break out.
The most important thing in the world was not face or honor, but life.
“...Let’s go.”
Robben got on his horse and started running right away.
Ceres also rode along with him as he set off.
Soldiers surrounded the area.
Thanks to Ceres and the surrounding soldiers who stretched out their arms to hug Diarin from behind, Diarin's miserable appearance was barely visible.
Diarin curled up tightly in Ceres's arms.
The vast embrace of Ceres was large enough to hide even one hair of Diarin's head.
'Phew...'
One must always be alert and careful on a running horse.
The saying "I'm easily surprised" means that you never know when, where, or how you'll be surprised.
It couldn't be helped because it was a living thing, not an object.
So, you shouldn't let your guard down when riding a horse, and Diarin felt that it was the safest moment.
There was no assassin chasing them, no swordplay, no explosion in the mansion, nothing.
The feeling of being lost and at a loss as to where to go right away was also resolved.
She finally felt relieved that she was alive.
'But where are we going?'
Robben just rode his horse diligently without saying a word.
He was running so fast that there was no time to even talk.
And the surrounding soldiers were also keeping their guards sharp in preparation for any possible attack, so there was no mood to speak.
It seemed as if Diarin had said even a single word, this tense atmosphere would shatter.
Robben initially ran along the road that circled the outskirts of the city.
This road was quieter and better for speeding than the one that ran through the city.
There must be a mansion like the one they lived in, so Diarin followed without thinking.
But Robben drove along the intercity road for a while and then turned onto the road heading into the city.
'Huh?'
Diarin froze in a direction different from what she had expected.
Even though she had no one to trust right away other than Robben, when she encountered an unexpected situation, she kept thinking, 'What if...?', 'No way...?'
“Mr. Ceres.”
Diarin quietly called out to Ceres.
Even though she whispered in a low voice, Ceres heard me without missing a beat.
Ceres's body, which had touched his back, moved slightly.
He nodded his head to indicate that he had heard it.
“If you feel strange, you should run away to another place immediately.”
“I know.”
Ceres answered strangely.
At the calm and peaceful voice, no different from usual, Diarin's tense shoulders relaxed again.
Well, he was with someone more skilled in battle than anyone else, so he was nervous and jumped in.
The young master Ceres was really unlovable, but the 8th unit member Ceres couldn't have been that dependable.
'We're completely downtown?'
Diarin felt a sense of wonder rather than tension as she looked at the increasingly familiar streetscape.
This was something that anyone living in the capital city of Laklion could not help but know.
All the shops are gathered here, and it is the most expensive place to live in the capital.
An assassination attempt here would not be considered an assassination, but a declaration of war.
The reason why this place is so prosperous.
That...
‘...Oh? ...No way?’
Diarin belatedly connected all the 'I doubts'.
Robben now ran down the street towards the palace entrance that led to the end of the street.
'No way?!'
The soldiers also ran after him.
Diarin and Ceres also entered the palace entrance with them.
That prediction was right.
Robben introduced the palace as his new residence.
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