《Turning a Crazy Dog into a Young Master》 Chapter 1 A real crazy dog. ¡°Hey! Calm down!¡± Today also began with a scream. Dialin sweated hard to overpower the crazy punk who pushed her roughly with his whole body. Of course, a human who has all three of ¡®crazy¡¯, ¡®bad¡¯ and ¡®bastard¡¯ was not meant to be spoken to. It¡¯s already hard if someone has just one of the three, but he had all three. Think about it, how hard it would be. However, Dialin also did not do this for only a day or two. She had become so familiar with the bursts of the crazy dog that at this point she¡¯s close to being an expert. Dialin skillfully patted the back of a growling crazy dog, and injected her divine power. There will be few Priests that can do so while being laid under a big man in the midst of a frenzy. No matter how skillful of a priest she was, Dialin was still a woman. However, she moved her hands peacefully. This was all something she could do because of her experience ¡°Shh¡­ It¡¯s okay¡­¡­. This is not a battlefield¡­.¡± Not just everyone can also speak calmly like singing a lullaby in this situation. As expected, I am a special Priest that God has chosen. She convinced herself like that, trying to make an excuse for the ridiculous workload. It was kind of a technique so she wouldn¡¯t run away from her duties The crazy dog heavily breathed in with his face buried on Dialin¡¯s shoulder for a long time, and eventually¡­¡­he drooped with a heavy sigh. Finally, the burst of anxiety was over. ¡°Crazy¡± was a word given to him because he really went crazy. This crazy bastard went into a frenzy from time to time. And, the priest attached to the role of calming him down was Dialin. ¡°Please step aside now.¡± She tapped his thick torso to manage her own survival. Dialin was still alive, but if pressed a little longer, she was going to die soon. ¡°Oh¡­¡± The ¡°still¡± crazy guy, who returned to his senses and was somewhat sane, rose up. Dialin glanced sideways at the distant clock and congratulated him with a blas¨¦ tone. ¡°Congratulations. You calmed down 10 seconds earlier than last time.¡± The ¡°still¡± crazy guy, who was not crazy now, sat far away without answering. I didn¡¯t even expect a thank-you. Dialin lifted her body up with a sigh. Like a crazy dog¡¯s room ought to be, the room was in a wild mess in less than seconds. She was dead tired of looking at this usual routine every time. If someone else came in to clean it up, it was obvious that he would go crazy again. Dialin familiarly began to pick things up. But when she had picked up only one item, Dialin felt a tug on the hem of her robe and turned around again, straightening her back. It was not crazy but abandoned puppy-like eyes that were looking up at Dialin. ¡°What?¡± This punk can¡¯t say what he wants to say. He moves or looks at her. Can Dialin understand that? Of course not. She could only understand human language. ¡°Let¡¯s talk.¡± ¡°Next¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s next?¡± ¡°Stay next to me.¡± I really want to throw him away because I hate this situation¡­.. ¡­¡­But then I¡¯ll have to start doing this all over from the beginning. His eyes were pitiful, but in reality, it was nothing more than a threat. ¡°Sigh.¡± She sighed and sat on the floor. He can¡¯t even come closer with the intention of asking her to be next to or to hug him. Dialin, who crouched and looked at the big puppy that was hesitating to get closer, sighed once more, Making a crazy dog a cool young man and making his debut in society seemed a long way off. How did my life turn out like this¡­¡­.. Looking up blankly at the ceiling, Dialin¡¯s recollection began. ¡°May God¡¯s blessings be with you.¡± The chief priest greeted Dialin with a kind smile. He always had a kind smile on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were always a disaster. Dialin greeted him back with a forced smile. ¡°Excuse me, why are you¡­.¡± It was a huge thing for an ordinary priest like Dialin, to hold a private meeting with a chief priest. In Raklion, the temple was a huge organization. In addition to the central temple, which has the highest ordained priests called the ¡®Seven Children of God¡¯, temples were built in each province. There was a Chief Priest in charge of each temple, and there was a High Priest who oversaw the temples in each province. In this tight hierarchy system, Dialin, an ordinary priest, was nothing. In short, she was just a henchman who was rolled around. ¡°Priest Diarin, it¡¯s been a while since we spread God¡¯s will to the world together, hasn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± I¡¯m getting anxious. Why are you pretending to be close? ¡°There were difficulties, but Priest Diarin showed great growth and progress.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± It was a foreword that he would entrust her with something like a bomb to burst. Diarin¡¯s anxiety grew even more. ¡°God¡¯s will is bright like the sun, but there is always a shadow in the world. Isn¡¯t it the role of our believers to find every corner of the shadow and brighten the world?¡± ¡°So what should I do?¡± It hasn¡¯t been only once or twice, and Dialin was now a full-fledged veteran. At first, she hated it, she was scared, cried, and rebelled. She even rolled on the floor. But it¡¯s been a long time since she realized that the result will always be the same, and that it was better to behave. I¡¯ll have to roll if they tell me to. I¡¯d appreciate it if he could explain where and how to roll properly. She doesn¡¯t even have a proper backing, so she¡¯s often put in charge of tough things and can¡¯t get promoted. In order to connect to the temple, the noble family always sends one child into the shrine, and they were always promoted well without even one bean of sacred power. After seeing it for a long time, Dialin became a priest worn out by worldly affairs. ¡°It is to help those suffering from the aftereffects of the war adapt to society.¡± Raklion fought a long war with Sorben. Dialin was also transferred to the battlefield twice. The battlefield does not require only warriors. They also need a personal doctor. And the priest is a battlefield talent that can do both at once, capable of simultaneously demonstrating medical skills at the same time as psychological stability. In other words, it means that she almost died doing two servings of work. Dialin stared at the chief priest. ¡°I¡¯ve been to the battlefield twice, but this time I¡¯m treating the aftereffects of the war.¡± Even at first glance you know how hard it is. Only those who have been to the war know how devastated a person becomes once he or she goes near the battlefield. ¡°They need God¡¯s care more than anyone else.¡± ¡°I think I need to get treatment first.¡± Financial treatment, promotion treatment, etc. In principle, priests cannot make money personally, The income of the temple is everyone¡¯s public fund. No matter how hard Dalin worked, nothing fell into her own hands. She grew up in the temple and took it, for granted. She was satisfied with just living without being hungry and cold. But I changed my mind when I went to war and nearly died a few times. ¡°Can¡¯t you think of it as giving a sip of water to someone who¡¯s dying of thirst right now?¡± ¡°What if I die?¡± ¡°You will enjoy eternal peace in the arms of God.¡± The last time I was moved by those words was 7 years ago. Oh, God is saving me. I need to work hard! When I was young and innocent, I thought so and worked hard by grinding bones and flesh. Now I know what it means. It meant that if you die, it¡¯s over. ¡°Then what if it¡¯s hard before I die?¡± Dialin demanded more realistic and specific compensation. The eyes of the two, who were never pushed back by each other, met. The chief priest was also sitting there for no reason, He knew how to use threats or negotiate separately ¡°I¡¯ve seen the outstanding ability of the Priest Dialin, who has spread the will of God. It was also a pity that the central had not recognized your abilities and sincerity.¡± Dialin gently raised her eyebrows up. I got a bite. ¡°If only this task is successfully completed, not only the central but also the seven children of God will recognize Dialin¡¯s ability.¡± In other words, ¡°I¡¯ll promote you¡±. The answer I wanted fell. Only then did Dialin humbly accept her new duty. ¡°Wherever God wants, going there is the reason for the existence of a priest.¡± ¡°I thought Priest Dialin would say that.¡± The two, who understood each other, regained their sincere smiles again. ¡°Then, when and whom can I help?¡± ¡°The sooner, the better. You will be in charge of only one person. Anxiety crept up again. One person? Wait, something isn¡¯t quite what I expected. Hospital work for soldiers discharged from the military was not like this. The fewer subjects, the higher the degree of difficulty. ¡°The hero of this war, the warrior of Division 8.¡± My anxiety never missed the target. Dialin laughed in vain. ¡°Hahaha. Those crazy dogs of the battlefield?¡± ¡°You will take care of one dog, not all dogs.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Even the chief priest did not deny that he was a dog, The 8th Division of the Raklion army. So-called crazy dogs of the battlefield. They were a very special group of few members that brought victory to the Raklion, who was on the defensive. It is a top secret of the military, so nothing was known about where they were collected and how they were trained. Outside, the existence of 8th Division itself was not known, so only those on the front knew their existence. Dialin had also seen them several times on the battlefield. The appearance of their bodies covered in blood and their alert, shining eyes. They didn¡¯t even recognize their allies and rushed towards them. That¡¯s why they got this nickname. Crazy dog of the battlefield. ¡°¡­Ugh, why me.¡± Dialin hugged her face with a moaning sound. Forget being a priest, I was not confident that I would handle that crazy dog even if I was God itself. Chapter 2 2. The Dog Who Became a Hero Dialin saw it with her own eyes, how insanely mad those crazy dogs were However, it was also true that thanks to those crazy dogs, the war ended quickly and with victory. A national hero needed appropriate treatment akin to their new rank. Of course, appropriate titles and rewards will be given¡­¡­but there¡¯s another problem right there. The dogs of Division 8 are so crazy that they cannot even be released into society as they are. So, the task of training those crazy dogs and making them normal enough to debut as young masters of society fell to the temple. And the Temple must already have received the budget now that the new job was decided. Dialin, the priest who had to actually work for it, cried. ¡°Hey, this sh¡­¡­¡± Dialin wept as she left the temple, but she couldn¡¯t even cry in the carriage. ¡°Once again, I would like to express my gratitude to the Priest who took charge.¡± Because there was one other person besides Dialin in the moving wagon. Ruben Tariq. A staff member of the Raklion Army and the third son of Count Tariq. To sum up his situation, his personal skills were outstanding, but after the war, he has nothing to do with the family, so he became in charge of cleaning up the 8th Division. ¡°I was just following the will of God.¡± Dialin chewed and swallowed her tears and gave a formal answer. Ruben nodded his head as if he understood everything. ¡°Even though it was God¡¯s will, it would not have been an easy decision on a personal level.¡± Dialin just smiled instead of answering. This was like being scammed by a temple. She got tangled with a top-secret task, so if she wants to quit, she¡¯ll have to be detained until the end of the job. In other words, it was meant to go to jail. Do you want to go to jail or risk your life to work? Both were terrible options. ¡®If I had a good family, I would never have to suffer like this!¡¯ It was unfair, but I wasn¡¯t born that way, so I have nothing to say. It was said that all priests are equal before God, but only before God and not so much in the temple. Among the priests, it was rare for a divine power to be manifested like in Dialin¡¯s case. If she had a good family, she would have walked the path of promotion showered with success, but the reality is that only her strength is being sucked away here and there. ¡°The only one I can rely on is the priest. Take good care of me.¡± ¡°¡­..I¡¯ll try to do as much as I can.¡± Which would be faster: to die from hard work or to be beaten to death by a hysterical warrior. While Dialin was having this delusion, the carriage drove for quite some time towards the outskirts of the temple located in the middle of the city. The mansion was arranged in a quiet place near the capital. It was a wise choice of location because you never know what would happen if the crazy dog is released in the middle of the city. Because it was a suburb, the site was spacious. Even after going through the main gate, the mansion with the white roof was visible only after crossing the forest and lake. ¡®Even if one person dies, no one will see it¡­¡¯ It was built for that purpose. As I lived my life looking all over the world, I could clearly see the dark intentions even if I pretended not to. There are many temples and many priests. For Dialin, a priest with no background and no authority, the world doesn¡¯t care whether she goes missing or dies in an unexpected accident at work. ¡®I have to survive.¡¯ From now on, I¡¯ll be living alone with that crazy dog in that mansion. I wish he could be a dog that understands people to some extent. Dialin gathered the dregs of faith that had been blown away in the storm and prayed to God. Of course, she didn¡¯t have high expectations that God would listen. ¡°This is a minimal procedure for safety, but¡­.¡± Just before arriving at the entrance to the mansion, Ruben carefully reached out his hand. Dialin accepted it because it was given. ¡°Whistle?¡± It was a whistle that could be hung like a necklace. It was made both of wood and metal. It looked like something that had been specially processed. ¡°The existence of this item, like Division 8, is top secret. It must never be seen by other people, nor should it be known that such objects exist.¡± What is it? Dialin analyzed the object in her palm. It was just a whistle. After looking into it for a long time, she felt a little strange. Dialin thought she would know for sure if she blew it. She brought the whistle to her mouth, and Ruben hurriedly stopped her. ¡°Only use it in an emergency.¡± ¡°When?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a whistle developed to subdue our puppies when they get too excited.¡± Dialin looked down at the whistle again. That special feeling means it was specially processed for ¡®that¡¯. There was not much to see from Division 8, because they were deliberately separated from other units and did not visit the priest for injuries. Dialin had also seen them passing by a few times after battle. Division 8 members were more like animals than people. A ferocious gaze that only looked ahead, a menacing gesture that seemed to rush in and tear everything apart at any moment. The 8th Division that remained in Dialin¡¯s memory was like that. I was curious about how they managed to control them, and this was the answer. The 8th Division members were not only nicknamed dogs but were actually treated like one. Now that they are heroes, it would be difficult for this fact to be known outside. We must convince those who do not know the circumstances of the battlefield to believe that our heroes were heroes from the moment they were born. Dialin bitterly laughed. I¡¯ve already stepped into the conspiracy. ¡°I recommend using it properly, but¡­.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll do well on my own. Until I make a young master out of the patient.¡± ¡°Thank you very much.¡± I would think that my hardships is one of the most difficult sufferings in the world, but the more the identity of the 8th Division was revealed, the sadder it became. However, in the future, he will become a prosperous master and live well. Even if he struggled when he was young, there was a guarantee that he would live well in old age, which was rather enviable. Ruben¡¯s explanation continued. ¡°People in charge of meals, cleaning, and laundry work in a commuting system. Cleaning and laundry are once a week, and meals are brought out in the mornings, once every two days. You will seldom meet face-to-face.¡± It was complete isolation. ¡°There will be guards at the entrance to the mansion, so if anything happens, call the guards.¡± ¡°Are they going to help when something comes up?¡± ¡°¡­The whistle would be more helpful.¡± The guards at the front door either come in to pick up the corpses, or they are the ones who will lie down with the corpses. In this mansion, Dialin had to somehow manage to do well on her own. ¡°We can generously provide any support, so if you need anything, you can tell the security guard at the main gate or leave a note to the person coming to work and it will be delivered to you.¡± Meanwhile, the carriage stopped in front of the mansion¡¯s front door. Ruben opened the carriage door by hand and sent Dialin away with a strong smile. ¡°Well then, I look forward to your kind cooperation.¡± It was a very kind voice. *** Dialin took a breath in front of the entrance with a simple luggage bag. The carriage has long since left. There was no way back. ¡®Let¡¯s go in!¡¯ Even if she drags out here, he will not naturally become a young master by himself. Dialin clenched her fists and gave one last breath before opening the front door. As soon as she opened the door, she thought of the crazy dog rushing in. ¡°¡­¡­?¡± It was quiet in the mansion. ¡®Is there really someone in here?¡¯ The mansion was spacious and quiet. There was no sound except for the sound of footsteps ringing with every step Dialin took. ¡®Is he not here yet¡­?¡¯ That could have happened. There might be a problem because they can go crazy while moving. ¡®Then, shall we look for the room first?¡¯ The mansion was a two-story structure. A long hallway stretched out on either side of the main hall on the first floor, and the same was the case up the stairs on the second floor. There were doors on either side of the hallway, making it difficult to look around one by one. Dialin opened the nearest door first. It was a parlor. Furniture such as tables and sofas were also fully furnished. The wallpaper on the ceiling and walls was gorgeous, perhaps to the taste of the previous owner. She looked around once and moved to the next room. The mansion looked luxurious and large from the outside, but it was even more amazing on the inside. ¡°Wow¡­¡­.¡± Dialin opened her mouth wide and looked at the mansion. It was the first time she had seen such a large and luxurious room. The room that Dialin used in the temple was a small coffin-sized space, she was embarrassed to even call that a bedroom. There was a narrow bed where your arms will fall off if you don¡¯t sleep in an alert posture. The only thing in the room was a floor narrow enough for only one person to come and go, and a drawer the size of two palms next to the bed. There was a joke she used to say, that the temple was asking for the priests to go with the believers hand in hand inside the coffin and to the afterlife. However, the rooms in this mansion were all large and beautiful, regardless of which room she opened. Some rooms were pink from the door, and pink flowers were painted all over the room, while others were filled with fresh mint color. There were heavy rooms filled with antique oak furnishings, and others were elegant purple rooms. Compared to her little coffin, they were all palaces. Such luxury was not expected. I was just thinking about suffering, but the working environment was better than anticipated. Excited, Dialin completely forgot about the target she had to meet in the future and opened the last remaining white door. ¡°¡­Gasp.¡± Dialin¡¯s face, who was smiling brightly from excitement, froze as it was. An all-white room caught her eye. The ceiling is white, the floor is white, and the furniture is white. But they were all torn to shreds, broken and rolling on the floor. It was a view of a room where everything was smashed. And there was a man crouching in the corner of such a room. He was the crazy dog. Chapter 3 ?? ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ ?? 3. Get a head start. Dialin hurriedly came to her senses and took a priestly posture. ¡°You were here.¡± But all that came back was rough breathing that added to the anxiety. Dialin unknowingly slipped the whistle that had been wrapped around her wrist into her sleeve. The man shook his head. Their eyes met and her body felt like it was going to freeze. Like a true member of the 8th Division that brings death, fear spread from the man¡¯s very existence. It was such a fear that Dialin had to face from now on. She took one step closer to the man in tension. The man¡¯s eyes shone sharply. ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± It was a confrontation with the beast. Shining eyes that seemed to bite at her, at any given moment. Dialin looked at him without avoiding it. When dealing with beasts, getting a head start is important. Dialin¡¯s eyes, who was wary of not getting bitten in any way, were bitter not to lose. Although crouched, the man¡¯s body was huge. It was different from being overweight. He was a beast. He had a sharp, sleek body. When he was alone he had rough and trembling breathing, but the sound subsided after he found Dialin. That heightened the tension even more. Dialin stopped, keeping a safe distance to some extent. ¡°Nice to meet you. Greetings from God-.¡± ¡°¡­uhh¡­.¡± The man growled and Dialin closed her mouth. The man¡¯s breathing, which had subsided, became harsh again. Whoops, whoops. It was like a razor-sharp sword was standing in the breath he exhaled. Dialin opened her mouth again. ¡°I am a Priest.¡± ¡°Argh!¡± The man¡¯s shout cut off her words. He screamed and slammed the floor with the broken leg of the desk. With each blow, shattered pieces of wood bounced in all directions. ¡®Wow¡­¡­.It¡¯s crazier than I thought.¡¯ Dialin swallowed her dry saliva. This was different from just leashing a wild dog. Division 8 members were sensitive and crazy. I knew it well, and I was prepared, but I did not know that I would be blocked right up from the greetings. Dialin just stood blankly because she had no idea how to open her mouth again. She couldn¡¯t move, because the only way she could turn around was to run away. She couldn¡¯t even let him find out that she had lost her composure. How long has it been? The man slowly got up and approached one step at a time. Dialin swallowed dry saliva at the growing pressure. ¡°¡­Gulp¡­¡± Alas, the sound of swallowing was annoying. With those words, she wiped out the dry saliva she was about to swallow in her mouth. If she kept making the sound of swallowing, he would separate her salivary glands from her airway. First of all, I have to live. ¡®This is okay, right?¡¯ Dialin smiled as if confirming and nodded her head. Of course, she did a great job, but the same answer didn¡¯t come back. Is it because I moved? The man looked more unstable than she had seen on the battlefield. Division 8 members were always on edge, but it wasn¡¯t so unstable that they couldn¡¯t control themselves. ¡°Well, then.¡± ¡°Arghh!¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± As I was about to take one step closer, a scream broke out. If this keeps happening, I¡¯m staying in this place all night. Dialin, with her benevolent smile, tried to persuade him in a divinely small voice. ¡°To help the warrior¡­¡± ¡°Aww! Arghh! Aaaaah!¡± ¡­It didn¡¯t work. However, the man¡¯s condition was unusual. The desk legs seemed to not be enough, it felt like he¡¯d tear anything he could get his hand onto. Humans were also included in that category. Dialin retreated to the door once, with batted breath. I am the furniture, I am the door¡­¡­. However, it seems that the man has already recognized Dialin as ¡®intrusive¡¯. ¡°Aaaah! Aww!¡± He ripped off his hair, and even rolled over on the floor, covering and uncovering his ears. Then he raised his bloodshot red eyes. ¡®Ah.¡¯ It¡¯s done. It¡¯s gone. His mind is completely gone. Humanely pacifying him is already impossible. Dialin grabbed the whistle under her sleeve. Almost at the same time, the man ran towards her. She blew the whistle without hesitation. Pyoo! The sound of the whistle was plain and shorter than expected. It couldn¡¯t even be heard in a crowded place. ¡®Isn¡¯t this a scam?¡¯ And the moment she was anxious, the man who was running at her fell to the floor with a bang. ¡°¡­¡­uh?¡± The man who collapsed in a posture of throwing his limbs away did not move. Even after waiting for a long time, he remained the same. Dialin¡¯s thoughts hardened. ¡°What¡¯s this¡­¡­?¡± I looked down at the whistle I was holding in my hand. There was a very slight divine power-like energy, but there was nothing special about it. This energy, such a weak and small energy, was strong enough to sink that raging man in one shot? She couldn¡¯t believe what she saw, so she alternated looking at the whistle and the fallen man. The whistle was still a whistle, and the man had fallen. With such a strong control method they rolled the infamous 8th Division, which was called crazy dogs even by allies, around the battlefield. At the same time that it was understandable, she slowly became worried about the man. It¡¯s been a while since he collapsed, and he¡¯s still in that position. It was hard to tell whether he was dead or alive. ¡°Excuse me¡­¡­?¡± Dialin cautiously called the man from far away. There was no answerback. ¡°Hey?¡± Still silent. I know he¡¯s not the kind of guy who¡¯s sly enough to pretend he¡¯s dead to trick people, but there¡¯s nothing wrong with being careful. Dialin crept closer. As she approached, she reached right next to the man. Still, the man kept his eyes closed, repeating light breaths. ¡®What?¡¯ A reddish mark was seen around the man¡¯s neck. She reached out and pulled down his collar to look closely at the red marks. There were traces of strangulation with something like a rope. ¡®Huh?¡¯ Dialin looked at the whistle in her hand and the traces left on the man¡¯s neck. Under the circumstances, the sound of the whistle choked the man¡¯s neck. ¡®No, no matter hard I try, I can¡¯t do this to people¡­¡¯ Knowing the principle of how it worked, the whistle suddenly felt disgusting. I didn¡¯t want to hold it in my hand, so I quickly tucked it into my sleeve. It was a precious item that will protect my life for the time being, but seeing the strangled marks on the man¡¯s neck, I don¡¯t think I will use it at all. ¡®For now¡­.¡¯ I couldn¡¯t leave the person who collapsed like this on the cold floor. ¡°Hey.¡± This time I tried to shake the man¡¯s body, but there was still silence. There was only a faint moan that unconscious came out of his mouth. ¡°Uh¡­.¡± The strangled marks on his neck were like bruises on a hanged corpse. No matter how strong the body, the impact would not have been light. It seems difficult to wake up right away. Dialin decided to lay the man upright for once. ¡°¡­¡­?¡± However, the man was heavier than expected. ¡°Huh?¡± Despite his size, he was slender overall and I thought it would be light enough to turn over. It was hard to even lift one of his arms. ¡°Ugh, uh!¡± The weight of the muscles and bones was staggering. Dialin used her strength as if in a tug-of-war and managed to get the man straight. ¡°¡­¡­huh. Oh my god.¡± I already want to give up and go home. Dialin squatted next to the man for a moment and buried her face in her lap. The world was hard. But when she lifted her head again, the world remained the same. The situation did not change, and there was no one to help her. ¡°¡­¡­He won¡¯t die even if he sleeps on the floor.¡± The force applied to his neck appeared to be temporary. As time passed, the man¡¯s complexion and breathing returned to normal. He didn¡¯t look like he¡¯d wake up anytime soon. Dialin was placing a pillow from the bed under the man¡¯s head and found a less healed scar between the open collar. ¡°¡­¡­.¡± At first glance, the red flesh stands out, it was a recent wound. It hasn¡¯t been long since the war ended. It was a period in which the wounds from the battlefield could not yet heal. Dialin pretended not to see and tried to cover him with a blanket. ¡°¡­¡­Oh, come on.¡± However, she spat out half a curse on herself and half on the world and took off the blanket. Although she became a priest unintentionally, because the precept that she should help people filled her mind more than she would like, she had no choice but to act. Dialin indifferently unbuttoned the man¡¯s shirt. It was unimaginable for any noblewoman, but it was nothing to her, who had been called up to the battlefield twice. On the battlefield, a top is not a problem. Many emergencies had to be treated by peeling the top and bottom of the patients¡¯ clothes. She did it too, so it became blunt. The difference was that this man¡¯s body was closer to the state of art compared to ordinary soldiers. But she didn¡¯t have time to appreciate it thanks to the wounds he had here and there. ¡°Is this your body?¡­.¡± When she peeled it off, she saw that there were not one or two wounds. There were countless others besides the wounds that were visible through the collar. Old scars that were disappearing, small scars that seem to have just appeared, bruises dyed blue and dark here and there¡­¡­. No matter how crazy he was, if he¡¯s cut, he will bleed and if he¡¯s hit, it will bruise. Dialin clicked her tongue and started healing one by one. She hoped that dinner was prepared a little more generously. If she used a lot of her divine power, she would need sugar. ¡°Sigh, there is no end.¡± By the time she said that the sun was already setting and the man did not wake up for quite some time. In the meantime, Dialin had healed half of the man¡¯s wounds. Older wounds were more difficult to heal because they were too deep. The more wounds one has, the more sensitive they are. Dialin decided to at least get rid of the visible wounds. But before that, the man woke up. ¡°¡­¡­Oh, are you awake?¡± I barely said a word, but the man¡¯s pupils shrunk in a vertical line. ¡°Hic?!¡± Chapter 4 4. Cursing up to the Sky The man¡¯s sharp eyes were like a cat¡¯s just about to scratch something. Dialin flinched and took off her hand, which was pouring sacred power into the wound. ¡°I was treating you.¡± The man silently looked at Dialin¡¯s face and his half-naked body alternately. A slightly longer gaze rested on the top that was obviously not naked by his own hands. ¡°¡­¡­Really.¡± Dialin expressed her resentment, but the man had no words. The headstart she should have created was already long gone to the underworld. Dialin hesitated, then just released both hands. ¡°Shall I go?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± It doesn¡¯t seem like he hates it seeing as he is not attacking me¡­¡­. Dialin asked again, just in case. ¡°Shall we continue?¡± The man shut his mouth again and closed his eyes. The feeling of divine power permeating the body was quite good. It was warm and made one drowsy¡­¡­. It will also help to calm his sensitive mood. Yes, there¡¯s no way you don¡¯t like it. Dialin regained some confidence. Until now, she did not want to be sucked dry by the temple, so she had hidden her original strength. But she instinctively knew that her divine power was no joke. Even Dialin herself did not know what the limits of her divine power were. She was just guessing that she might be a genius who received special blessings from God. After allegedly getting the man¡¯s permission, Dialin was more active in pouring her divine power. Contrasted with the time of carefully healing in case she woke him up. The man shrugged his shoulders as if surprised by the feeling and looked up at Dialin. ¡°It¡¯s okay, I¡¯m helping you get better.¡± Then the tension was removed from his body. Now, it was unlikely that he would attack suddenly. ¡°I¡¯m Dialin.¡± The man slowly opened his eyes. ¡®Shut up¡¯ didn¡¯t come back. ¡°Is it less noisy now?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Still, seeing that he wasn¡¯t screaming, he looked fine. ¡°Are you going to be patient?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Oh oh oh! The-The-There¡¯s an answer! ¡°You couldn¡¯t stand it before?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± It sounds like a good dog that can hold back if it¡¯s bearable. How far this puppy could endure was something to be found from now on. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± Before you know how much patience a dog has, you need to know its name. Due to the noisy first meeting, there was no time to share a normal introduction. ¡°Ceres.¡± ¡°Ceres. That¡¯s cool. Who named you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°¡­¡­I see, you don¡¯t know.¡± It was too difficult to connect a normal conversation. How in the world are you going to make such a person a young master and make his debut in the social world? Dialin looked up to the sky and swore with all her might. Didn¡¯t you purposely send me to rot and die in a place where no one was there, using the justification that I was helping the socialization of a war veteran, when in fact I¡¯ll have to take care of this crazy person all my life? ¡®No, I don¡¯t think so.¡¯ Considering the popularity of Division 8, it would not be so. It was the 8th Division that actually ended the war. As the war ended and the soldiers returned, rumors about them spread all over the empire. Without the front line, it was difficult for people to know the exact news inside the military. It was roughly said that the army was sent from a certain territory and that the Second Prince himself wielded a sword on the battlefield. Hearing these rumors, the rest was almost imaginary. However, the words of the soldiers who were actually on the front line were different in weight. Moreover, attention was inevitably focused on the ones who had more strength. Thanks to this, people¡¯s curiosity was drawn to the 8th Division at once. Public opinion that war heroes should be properly compensated also exploded. ¡®Ah, but this is too much.¡¯ At the temple, when they receive money, it goes like, ¡®Oh, thank you. We¡¯ll do it,¡¯ and they would have taken the job right away. They didn¡¯t even know that the status of the 8th Division was like this. The priest does the work, and the temple takes the money. ¡®I¡¯m the only one who¡¯s going to dry up again.¡¯ Damn it. Dialin couldn¡¯t cry, so she laughed. At Dialin¡¯s smile, Ceres stared at her as if she was looking at something strange. ¡°It¡¯s because I¡¯m glad to meet you.¡± ¡°?¡± ¡°¡­It¡¯s just what everyone says when they meet for the first time.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yes? What the heck does that mean? Are you saying that you know, that you are happy, or are you just saying it? Still, I have to thank him for the reply. ¡°By the way, are you always like this?¡± ¡°?¡± I felt that I couldn¡¯t hear the specific answer from the blank returning gaze. Let¡¯s be a little more kindly, at eye level. ¡°Ceres, what do you usually do?¡± ¡°Training.¡± Oh, luckily it worked. ¡°And?¡± ¡°Sleep.¡± ¡°In addition?¡± ¡°Eat.¡± ¡°When you don¡¯t do that?¡± Ceres didn¡¯t answer any further. He said that there were only three things in life: training, sleep, and eating. It wasn¡¯t much different from Dialin herself, whose life was nothing but prayer, work, sleep, meals, and chatter. Sympathy arose for someone who had been living in a similar situation. ¡°You don¡¯t you get as excited as before when you train?¡± ¡°¡­¡­Yes.¡± This puppy is a breed that needs to be taken for a walk. Another thing I just found out. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks While we were talking, I finished treating his bloody wounds. But there were more wounds left. It was the old wounds accumulated during the war. Thinking of whether I should even do it myself, I stretched out my hand to another wound. It was the first time I had drawn that much divine power at once, so I was unaware of my condition. But my body was honest. Gurgling rumbling. The stomach shouted to be filled with sugar stat. ¡°¡­¡­Ugh.¡± Ceres¡¯ pupils sharply narrowed. So far, I¡¯ve been able to put up with the proper chatter, but the squeaks seem to be unbearable. Dialin immediately removed her hand and stood up. ¡°Let¡¯s eat.¡± Ceres got up and sat down when Dialin got up. The movement allowed her to see his back as well. There were wounds on the back, but it was in better condition than his front. But I thought it would take quite a while to cure all of his hidden wounds. It wasn¡¯t something that could be finished in one day. It will take time. Quite so. ¡°Then, I¡¯ll go down, eat, and get rid of the rumbling sound.¡± I can¡¯t be killed because the rumbling of my stomach is annoying. Dialin, who got up from her seat, felt Ceres¡¯ gaze blankly looking up at her. Come to think of it, it was also up to her to take care of Ceres¡¯s meal. ¡°¡­¡­ Oh, are you hungry?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Blank eyes returned. He didn¡¯t look like he was going to eat right away by himself because of hunger. But wouldn¡¯t it be safer to feed him in advance? ¡°If I bring some food, would you like to eat with me?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Fortunately, Ceres did not turn down the meal. Dialin quickly stood up from her seat. It was quite draining of her mental strength to be next to someone she never knew when he would attack her. She left the room with staggering legs and when she turned back, Ceres was looking at her as he was sitting down on the floor. ¡°¡­¡­Go to bed to sit down.¡± If it was Division 8, he would be fine even if he sat on a cushion of thorns, but it seemed sad for some reason, so she had no reason to interfere. Surprisingly, Ceres got up from his seat at Dialin¡¯s words. Strangely, he was a crazy dog that listened well. *** Dialin went down to the kitchen where she had just glanced past by when she arrived. Dishes that seemed to have been prepared by the chef were lined up on the countertop. As time passed, the food was not warm anymore. It looked like they had brought food while she was taking Ceres. ¡®Oh, this is grand enough.¡¯ They were great dishes that I had never even seen before. Gorgeous decorated meat dishes that only appear at dinners, and bread that seems to melt in your mouth. Desserts shining like jewels were perfectly prepared. ¡®Did they take care of me so that I can eat well because work is hard?¡¯ The food given by the temple was enough to not die. Welfare, where we can be fed well and sleep comfortably, was important. The extreme job I had been thinking about whether I had to run away from, was about to get a little better. Dialin left the kitchen with food for the two of them. The portion was sufficient, so even if they ate 5 servings per person, she thought they could eat it for a week. ¡°The meal is here.¡± Dialin knocked on the door before opening it and waited for a long time. There was no sound coming from inside, and she didn¡¯t know what would happen if she just opened it. She put the tray down on the floor and knocked on the door again, clutching the whistle. ¡°Can I open the door?¡± ¡°¡­¡­Yes.¡± The answer came back softly like a heartbeat. Dialin breathed a small sigh of relief and opened the door. Squeak! ¡°Ugh.¡± Of all things, at such a crucial time, there was a sharp noise that had come from the door. Dialin looked at Ceres with a batted breath. The room was as quiet as when she left. It looks like he didn¡¯t have any seizures. It was worthwhile to move as quietly as possible. ¡°Can I go in¡­¡­?¡± ¡°¡­¡­ Yes.¡± Still, she checked once and entered the room just in case. Ceres was seated on the bed the same way as when Dialin left. It looked like he wasn¡¯t even moving, but his eyes were a little blurry. ¡°If you¡¯re sleepy, would you like to eat later?¡± ¡°¡­¡­?¡± Although it was a simple question, Ceres just stared at Dialin, as if he did not understand. ¡®Ah.¡¯ He¡¯s not good at making his own choices. When I say ¡®Do you want to do it right now?¡¯, it was unconditionally yes, but it was difficult for him if I asked, ¡®Do you want to do it or not?¡¯. Oh, I had a long way to go. This is a drawing board where I first need to make a person before making a Young Master. ¡°Come on, let¡¯s eat first.¡± I¡¯m sure it¡¯ll work out later. Dialin first tried to make him a beast with a full tummy. All the furniture was smashed except for the bed and there was no place to put the tray. Dialin looked around and had no choice but to arrange food on the floor. ¡°¡­¡­Well.¡± After finishing the display of the food, Dialin groaned at the result. Gorgeous food was laid out on a messy floor, it became a portion of splendid dog food. I need to turn him into a Young Master, is it okay to give out food like this? But pulling Ceres out of the room was too risky. I had no choice but to eat dog food together for today. I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m eating dog food with this luxurious food. I felt complicated. ¡°Please eat.¡± Dialin held up the tableware and suggested. Ceres hurriedly started eating as if he had been waiting. ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Dialin lost her mind as she watched Ceres squeezing a full handful of food in his hands and squeezing it into his mouth. I hope it¡¯s not because I made it look like dog food. It¡¯s not like this normally, right? She tried to have a positive mind as much as possible, but she knew better than anyone that the truth was not what she wanted. I¡¯m doomed. That was a baby beast. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡®No, maybe even bears can ride bikes in this world, right? If it¡¯s like that even a dog can become a young master.¡¯ Dialin had never been as deeply religious as this time. It seemed to her that clinging to God was the only answer. ¡°Eat slowly¡­¡± It was a moment when I tried to teach calmly with the hope of a miracle. Ceres¡¯s eyes were filled with hostility. Chapter 5 5. If you don¡¯t want to be eaten, you have to feed it. ¡°W-What¡­¡­¡± ¡°Keh!¡± Ceres gasped and spit out the food he had stuffed in his mouth, on top of the piled-up food at that. ¡°What is it? What happened?¡± Dialin was dumbfounded by the absurdity. He¡¯s not only a beast but in addition to it, now he¡¯s also doing rude and strange things? ¡°Poison.¡± ¡°¡­¡­Pardon?¡± But what Ceres said was even more absurd. Dumbfounded in another sense, Dialin felt crushed as if her soul was pulverized and even unable to escape her body. ¡°¡­poison?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Dialin opened her eyes and scrutinized the food. It looked completely normal. There was no strange smell. But, poison? ¡°Is it really poison? That poison that kills you if you eat it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How did you know? Does it taste like poison?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± If nothing else, this was the evaluation of a member raised in Division 8 that was known to be good at killing other people. Since knives aren¡¯t the only thing that kills people, they might be able to identify poison as well. Dialin calmly put the food back on the tray. Whether the cook was the problem or someone else came in and left the poison, It was a matter of contacting Sorben. ¡°¡­¡­I¡¯ll bring something else.¡± * * * ¡°Puh.¡± But so were the others. At this point, it was not that food was poisoned, but that food was made with poison. ¡°Is there anything we can eat?¡± ¡°No.¡± Poisoned parts were limited, but it could have spread to other parts so it was dangerous. In the meantime, I was still hungry. Then came a decisive sound that made Dialin make a choice. Gyurururuk. The sound of hunger echoed from Ceres¡¯ stomach. Dialin swallowed dry saliva. You must not starve a sensitive animal. ¡°I will do something about it.¡± Not knowing what to do, Dialin stood in the kitchen. The kitchen had some ingredients in addition to the finished dishes. Hopefully, potatoes, carrots, and flour didn¡¯t have poison mixed in with them. ¡°Good. I can do it.¡± Dialin cheered herself up in a voice that lacked self-confidence. There was a separate priest in charge of meals in the temple. The only cooking memories she had were in her early childhood before she was sent to the temple. She was born into a barony, but they were so poor that they didn¡¯t even have a maid. Her mother and sister were in charge of cooking, and Dialin sometimes helped. Things like constantly stirring the soup or washing vegetables¡­ Other than that, I didn¡¯t know. ¡°¡­Can I do it?¡± As I stood in front of the food, my resolve shook. But he couldn¡¯t wait any longer. In the meantime, Ceres¡¯ stomach could still be growling. If I don¡¯t want to be eaten, I have to prepare something to be eaten instead! Dialin looked down at the ingredients as if she were looking at a terrifying object, before long she raised her knife as if she was determined. Slice, cook, mix and it¡¯ll be fine! Dialin prayed as she poured flour over the badly cut carrots. God, please let me make food for people. Today, the faith that ran out has often returned. * * * ¡°¡­¡­This¡­¡­what¡¯s the difference between poison and¡­¡­ I don¡¯t know.¡± Dialin, held out the plate with no confidence. The difference between food and food waste was whether it was edible or not. In that respect, Dialin was not sure about the identity of the substance she had created. It would be better if it was trash, but it smelled good enough to eat and not die. Obviously, only human-eatable ingredients were added, so only God knows why the results came to this. Ceres began to swallow the whole bowl without saying a word. There was no hesitation or rejection. ¡°?!¡± Dialin looked down at the plate she had scooped up for herself in surprise. It still had a stale smell and an awful look. It made Dialin lose her appetite just by looking and smelling it, but Ceres ate his share quite well. ¡®Is the taste surprisingly good?!¡¯ I was already tired of what I was seeing and didn¡¯t even have the courage to test-taste it, so I smashed all the seasonings in it. Dialin sighed and took a bite. ¡°¡­¡­.¡± The taste was predictable. Fortunately, it wasn¡¯t to the point of vomiting. It had a terribly tasteless seasoning. It could be eaten, but I wonder if it was right to live by eating this kind of thing. ¡°Is it okay to eat?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°¡­¡­That¡¯s fortunate.¡± Ceres¡¯ plate was already showing the bottom. The person who was waiting for the food was eating it, but the person who made it can¡¯t eat it. And I was hungry. Dialin shuffled a sigh into each spoon and pushed it into her mouth. ¡°¡­¡­Ugh.¡± But she couldn¡¯t even empty the bowl. How can it taste worse the more I eat it? To think that my tongue would be paralyzed while eating something I made was beyond erroneous expectation. I was even more sorry for complaining that I can¡¯t eat because it¡¯s not tasty in front of someone who eats well. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks All the more so as the person who made the food. ¡°I¡¯ll just go to my room and eat.¡± Dialin got up with her plate as if running away. ¡°Good night!¡± And ran away. Today, too much happened. It was the first day we met, and I almost died of a bite, I even treated a crazy dog ??trying to kill me, I almost died from poison, and even cooked something I had never done in my life. If I do anything more than this, it is not polite to me. God said to give love. Dialin decided to give herself love for a change. ¡°Okay, I¡¯ve done enough.¡± The hallway leading to the room was long. She just thoughtlessly took the prettiest room as her own, but coincidentally, it was the furthest from the room where Ceres was hiding. The farther away, the more comfortable I felt. This was the real taste of getting off work! Dialin washed up, changed into pajamas, and jumped into bed. ¡°Wow! Even with my limbs stretched out, there¡¯s still bed left!¡± People are so simple. Lying in a huge bed that I have never used in my life, I feel as if this life was okay. Dialin swam over the bed, floundering with excitement by herself. Rolled left and then right, and even after doing the gymnastics up and down, the spacious bed still had empty space. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s a life-threatening job, this level of welfare is sure to follow.¡± Even on the battlefield, she slept in a dormitory that barely covered the walls. This was the welfare of the heavenly realm. The good welfare raised the motivation that had not existed from the beginning. It¡¯s not an order to kill the caretaker for overwork, it¡¯s a job that compensates for a broken life. Let¡¯s work hard and make a great young master with our own hands! A world where whales dance and cats jump rope. It¡¯s a bit crazy, but it¡¯s not impossible for a dog to become a human. ¡®Then let¡¯s see¡­¡­tomorrow, I will heal the wounds of the body¡­¡­Oh, I need to contact the staff. The meal¡­.¡¯ Tired, Darrin fell asleep like fainting before she could organize her thoughts. It was a heavy sleep as if it would become tomorrow morning with a blink of her eyes. * * * ¡°Ugh¡­.¡± It was dark for a morning. Dialin rubbed her puffy eyes. It seems like it¡¯s still in the middle of the night, so why did I wake up? I thought I had just woken up, and I was about to lie down again, but at the end of my dim gaze, I saw something. Instinctively, I woke up and opened my eyes. ¡°¡­¡­S-Sir C, Ceres?¡± Ceres stood in the open door. Dialin jumped up. What¡¯s going on at this time in the night. It was a strange time, even if someone knocks and ask me to open the door, but he opens the door with his own hands and keeps looking at me sleeping. ¡­¡­look at¡­¡­rather, it was closer to glaring. It was then that Dialin discovered that Ceres¡¯ energy was unusual. There was killing intent in his eyes. In an instant, the tension was so high that her mouth was parched. ¡®There¡¯s something unusual about this.¡¯ Dialin reflexively reached for the whistle she had placed on the bedside nightstand. I could see Ceres flinching at that sight. It seems that this was terribly frightening. I held the whistle for emergencies but will use it according to the situation. Dialin, too, was not happy to see a person pass out because of strangulation at a single blow of the whistle. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± Before speaking, Ceres caught his breath, staring at the whistle held in Dialin¡¯s hand. It didn¡¯t look like it, but he was about to explode. After taking a deep breath, Ceres barely spoke in a suppressed voice. ¡°Loud.¡± ¡°¡­¡­What?¡± I didn¡¯t do anything but hold the whistle? Don¡¯t tell me that even the sound of my breathing is noisy? ¡°Breath.¡± ¡­¡­Is it really the sound of my breathing? ¡°Did I scream while sleeping?¡± ¡°Snoring.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Dialin bowed her head in embarrassment and regret. ¡°Sorry¡­.¡± This was something normal to apologize for, even if the other person was not Ceres. ¡°I don¡¯t usually snore, but sometimes when I¡¯m very tired or nervous, it seems like I do¡­.I¡¯m really sorry if you woke up because of me¡­¡± Dialin, who was talking to him, suddenly noticed something strange. Her room was so far from Cere¡¯s room that one couldn¡¯t even hear her scream. But even then, he woke up and came running because of the sound of my snoring? ¡°Can you hear me snoring in your room?¡± ¡°I can hear.¡± ¡°Nonsense.¡± ¡°I can hear. It¡¯s too loud.¡± ¡­¡­I was terribly sorry, but no matter how much I thought about it, it was unlikely that the snoring would reach his room. ¡°I don¡¯t think you can hear me breathing¡­¡­.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°¡­¡­Can you hear me?¡± Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Ceres, who had already been unable to sleep and felt uncomfortable, became even more vicious due to my repeated questions. Dialin also became contemplative accordingly. I think he can really hear me. But how can a person¡¯s hearing be so good? Could it be that even ¡®Dog¡¯ from ¡®Crazy Dog¡¯ was real? Chapter 6 6. I can see why you¡¯re crazy. Maybe he¡¯s even more sensitive than dogs. Since dogs can still live with humans. I had to send him back to sleep again, but I was also worried that he would run to me because of my breathing or snoring. ¡°Even if I tell you to go back and have a good night¡­You can¡¯t sleep, right?¡± There was only certainly and no sign of drowsiness in those gleaming eyes. After a moment of contemplation, Dialin softly beckoned to Ceres, still standing at the doorstep. Ceres just stared at her, as if he didn¡¯t understand her hand gestures. ¡°Come on in.¡± ¡°?¡± ¡°If we¡¯re not going to sleep right away, let¡¯s sit down and talk. Talking can relieve tension and make you fall asleep.¡± She was also wide awake now. Since she was like this anyway, she thought it would be better to take the time to get to know him even a little. As Dialin pointed to a table and chair on one side of the room, Ceres meekly sat in the chair. The sitting posture was upright like a human body model. His spine was straight to the extent that bone specialists would admire how beautiful it was. ¡°And to make some tea¡­It¡¯s annoying.¡± The tea set was placed on one side of the room. However, she had to go to the kitchen to boil water. It was very troublesome. There was a bit of clean water remaining from the water she used to clean. Dialin glanced at Ceres as she poured water into the teapot. ¡°Don¡¯t be surprised.¡± Ceres just tilted his head because nothing had happened yet. Dialin placed the teapot on her hands and closed her eyes. And not after long, the water boiled in an instant. ¡°!¡± It was then that Ceres opened his eyes wide in surprise. ¡°A battle priest?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not one.¡± There were different types of priests. She was ¡®Normal priest¡¯ who applied to become a priest and received a theological education course. Thanks to the advantage of not going hungry because these priests are served meals, the number of applicants increased as the war lasted longer. Rumor has it that there are so many applicants that the theology curriculum is now paid, and the rate of dropouts for exams is pretty high. Dialin was also a ¡®Normal priest¡¯ who came in like this, but in her case, divine power was later manifested. In some cases, people are born with divine powers and are scouted as priests regardless of their theological education. They are called a ¡®Real priest¡¯, revered by the public and cherished in temples. However, that doesn¡¯t mean their life is in full bloom. If the normal priests fill the Temple¡¯s stomach with manual and mental labor, the real priests are sucked dry of their divine power to fill the Temple¡¯s stomach with a little more sustenance. A priest who should aim for a life of poverty will never have their tummy full. Albeit there were priests who get paid bribes to take care of people¡¯s business, Dialin did not have such business skills. Finally, there is a priest with special divine power, the so-called ¡®Battle priest¡¯. Divine power is mostly expressed as a healing power. However, very rarely, there are people who can exert power other than healing power, such as telekinesis or firepower. Broadly speaking, they belong to the category of ¡®real priests¡¯, but they are usually deployed in battle and were nicknamed ¡®Battle priests¡¯. Hearing skills like telekinesis and firepower alone have a big impact, but there is a limit to the divine power a person has. Even the priest who had the nickname ¡°God¡¯s most beloved child¡± with the strongest divine power in history could not bring the dead back to life. No matter how powerful the divine power was, there were things that could and could not be cured. Battle priests, at best, were quicker than hand-lighting guns or were able to strike with more precision rather than bow soldiers. But they were unconditionally sent to the front line. Despite being popular and getting quickly promoted. There was a high probability of dying much sooner. Dialin didn¡¯t want to gamble with her life. Therefore, she hid it. ¡°It¡¯s a secret.¡± To whom and where is Ceres going to speak about it? Also, if people share a secret, they become closer. Dialin squinted one of her eyes as she poured the brewed tea into a teacup. Ceres nodded his head with a puzzled look. ¡°Oh, can I turn on the light?¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Ceres admitted with an unwilling but patient tone. The lamp¡¯s fire was also lit with divine power. Using firepower was better than trying to light it with small sparks made from a stone, so once a big flame went up it calmed down. ¡°¡­huk.¡± Ceres reacted sharply in an instant. ¡°Should I turn it off?¡± Dialin was tensed and at the same time quickly prepared to cover the fire with her palm. He is a person who ferociously rushes to her because of snoring, she should have turned on the fire a little more carefully. Dialin looked at Ceres while on guard. ¡°¡­¡­¡± Ceres didn¡¯t say ¡®yes¡¯. He was wary of the flame for a moment, but it didn¡¯t seem that he went on attack mode since it was not a sound. Phew, Dialin breathed a sigh of relief. ¡°Please, have some. Warming up can ease your nerves.¡± Since he was just looking at the teacup Dialin told him what to do, but then he tried to drink it all at once, much like what he did with dinner. ¡°Slowly, one sip at a time, savoring the scent.¡± Dialin hurriedly stopped him from chugging it down, but half of the teacup was already empty. Ceres glanced at her and slowly let the tea pass his throat. Gu¡­lp. He didn¡¯t seem to really taste nor smell the tea, he didn¡¯t know what to do. He was just doing it because Dialin told him to drink slowly. His first try won¡¯t be satisfactory. With that one sip, Dialin decided to be satisfied for today. Perhaps because warm liquid was inside his stomach. Ceres¡¯ face looked a little loose. ¡°Are you feeling better?¡± ¡°A little bit.¡± Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°That¡¯s fortunate.¡± It¡¯s the same feeling as seeing a dog wandering the street eating the piece of bread she offered. It¡¯s like being proud as a living thing. ¡°Can you still hear other sounds besides my breathing?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Three birds outside the window are waking up and moving branches. Five mice. The guards at the main gate are taking turns.¡± ¡°¡­Can you hear all of that?¡± Dialin opened her mouth wide. Ceres nodded his head. ¡°How do you do that?¡± ¡°Training.¡± ¡°¡­Can you do that with training?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± He was a man who had spent most of his life on the battlefield since childhood. Nothing is more important than killing the enemy and surviving himself. He would have had to hear better, see better, and move better than others in order to survive. In battle, sensitivity is good for survival, but is it necessary to be sensitive to this level? Dialin was a little confused. ¡°How can you not go crazy listening to all of those sounds¡­.¡± As she said those words, a realization came. ¡°¡­¡­Oh, is that why you¡¯re crazy?¡± I finally understood the cause that made him become a crazy dog. People can¡¯t help but go crazy when they hear everything like that. * * * Birds in the early morning chirped cheerfully. ¡°¡­Morning¡­¡± Dialin looked out the bluish window and muttered blankly. I couldn¡¯t sleep all night. She gave Ceres tea, after he calmed down she infused him with divine power and sent him back to sleep. After that, Ceres never attacked again. But that¡¯s when Dialin¡¯s nerves began to flutter. She couldn¡¯t even breathe easily at the thought that every sound of her movements would reach Ceres¡¯ ears. ¡®How did I breathe?!¡¯ The day dawned as I repeatedly and awkwardly breathed in and breathed out while worrying about it all night. I couldn¡¯t even breathe and my head was pounding as a result. The chirping of birds, which would normally have felt refreshing, was like an awl piercing through my head. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Dialin, who was moaning while clutching her head, hastily covered her mouth. What if, like her, Ceres hadn¡¯t slept well enough? He might get up and rush here because of sounds like this. People who can¡¯t sleep become sensitive. It was terrifying to imagine that Ceres, who was already sensitive, became even more so. Ceres¡¯ growl could be heard as an auditory hallucination. Today really could be the last day of my life. ¡®What should I do¡­.¡¯ I didn¡¯t have the courage to get up and check it out. While Dialin was thinking about it, she heard a gurgling noise from my stomach. Yesterday¡¯s last meal was a substance she managed to create which was halfway between terrible food and garbage. I brought it to my room, but I couldn¡¯t eat it until the end, so I left almost everything. Hungry all night, the hungry belly begged for something to eat quickly. I¡¯m sure Ceres is hungry by now. ¡®¡­Ah!¡¯ I just have to feed him right away! When a person is full, your nerves are relaxed. Seeing what he ate yesterday, he seems to eat well no matter what I give, so let¡¯s feed him breakfast first. Having found a way, Dialin moved swiftly. Quickly doing her morning cleaning routine was already ingrained in her body. Whether in the temple or on the battlefield, speed was life. Even though she had just woken up, it took her an instant to become a priest who looked no different than usual. ¡®Oh right.¡¯ Since it is an emergency state since morning, I forgot many things. Dialin, who was heading straight to the kitchen, turned around and headed towards the front gate. The guards at the front gate were delighted to find Dialin. ¡°Good morning! Oh, you look so pale¡­You must have worked hard all night.¡± ¡°Haha¡­ha.¡± I did, hard work. In response to Dialin¡¯s helpless laugh, each guard let their imaginations run. ¡°Isn¡¯t it usually difficult to use divine power? It looks like you¡¯re doing it with more care because you are treating the wounds of a war hero.¡± ¡°Ha ha ha¡­.¡± Yes. You don¡¯t even know that the war hero is a crazy dog. Dialin barely managed to cover up the choking remarks that welled up inside her with a bleak laugh. How did these guys get hired for this dangerous job? They think their main duty is blocking the enemy from the outside, but the bitter truth is the contrary, their main task will be to stop Ceres from running rampant from the inside. In her case, it was semi-forced, but she at least applied knowingly, but they were guarding The Reaper without knowing anything. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only A bitter bond of suffering together arose in Dialin¡¯s heart. ¡°How come you came all the way here when you are this tired? Anything you need?¡± ¡°Ah, I have something to pass on to Ruben.¡± ¡°What do you want me to say?¡± Dialin, who opened her mouth, paused. Chapter 7 7. I will bless you for only 20 silver It¡¯s not a simple matter like, I ran out of toilet paper. Can I tell him through these clueless guards that I almost got poisoned last night? There was poison in the food prepared by the chef, but there was no way to tell if the cook put in the poison or if the guards sneaked in and put the poison after. Dialin clenched her fists. It was hard to keep a smile as it was. ¡°I have something urgent to tell him¡­I want him to come as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Oh, yes. I will pass it on to him.¡± The guards answered without showing any sign of doubt. Dialin, who was very nervous, breathed a sigh of relief at the guards¡¯ gentle reply. ¡°Then, have a good time at work. May the blessings of God be with you.¡± It was only a formal greeting, but the guards¡¯ faces brightened at her words. It was surprisingly difficult to meet a priest, and it was even more difficult to receive a blessing. ¡°Uh, I¡¯m sorry to ask this, but a blessing¡­Can you bless me just once?¡± By blessing, it means not only giving a greeting but also giving a piece of divine power. Nothing much changes in reality even if a little sacred power is buried in the blessed person. Still, people considered it to be the luck of a lifetime to be blessed with divine power. Even on the battlefield, humans who were almost crossing the line of no return would grab a priest with miraculous strength to ask for a blessing. Dialin was now able to cope with these requests very maturely. ¡°Of course, I should do it.¡± ¡°Ah! As expected of the merciful-¡± ¡°I will bless you for just 20 silver!¡± ¡°¡­huh.¡± The guards swallowed the wind. They had faces that showed they did not expect to pay for it. But Dialin showed an unwavering smile. Religion is faith. In other words, the harder you insist on it, the more trustworthy it is. ¡°The God-given ability is for the world, I¡¯ll give it to the guards, and the guards will give me money, it will expand opportunities for me to help the world with that same money. Would you like to participate in the true will of God?¡± ¡°Ahhh! That¡¯s how it happens!¡± Of course not. The credibility of the profession of a priest was enormous, but Dialin¡¯s smooth tongue, which has been polished for a long time, also played a part. She put a wedge on the guards who were just over twenty-two. ¡°That¡¯s right. Please understand that this is all for the will of God, and¡­¡± Even though there was no one around anyway, Dialin approached and whispered secretly. ¡°It¡¯s fate that we met and worked together like this, so I¡¯ll give you a discount of 10 silver.¡± Wow, that¡¯s extraordinary Since it was not a connection that would dry out right away, I charged them with generosity. If I live a little more nicely, maybe God will make that crazy dog ??a little saner, who knows? ¡°Th-That¡¯s perfect! Please, take good care of me!¡± 20 silver was the price of one expensive meal, but 10 Silver was money that could easily be spent at any store. When it was slightly expensive and then it suddenly became cheaper, the guards suddenly felt like they had made a profit and opened their wallets with ease. ¡°Everything you do will go well, and God¡¯s protection will be with you wherever you go.¡± ¡°Love too.¡± ¡°Ah, I usually charge extra for dating¡­I¡¯ll just do it.¡± If you have the divine power to specially bless love in relationships, you will immediately become one of the seven children of God. The Seven Children of God was the highest position a priest could ascend to. New candidates were selected only when there was a vacancy, and even if a candidate becomes a nominee by recommendation, the remaining six people must unanimously agree with the promotion. The seven children of God were almost like gods themselves. The reason why the story of the seven children of God appeared in the love blessing meant that, in a word, there was no such thing in the world. ¡°Oh, oh!¡± But what¡¯s good for each other is good right? After all, blessings are all about making people feel good. In addition, Dialin actually used a little of her divine power. If you are in good shape, you can do anything well. Even if the complexion is only slightly improved, it can look pretty to the other person, or it can show charm with vitality by improving the energy of the body. You might end up dating well, right? ¡®This is not a scam.¡¯ Dialin nodded with pride as a priest. ¡°Oh! I¡¯m already feeling something!¡± You will probably do. It¡¯s like eating a box of nutritional supplements at once. There are no side effects either, it¡¯s truly a business that left nothing to desire. Dialin turned around with a benevolent bowing. ¡°Thank you! Thank you! I hope you finish your work safely too, Priestess!¡± ¡°¡­.¡± It¡¯s just a greeting, but why is it stuck deep in my chest? The road back to the mansion to face again what put her survival at stake was long and far away. It was physically distant. Between the mansion and the entrance, there was a wide lake, a forest, and even a small hill. Walking that long-distance became an exercise. Morning exercise with an empty stomach. I¡¯m starting to feel extremely hungry. By this time, Ceres will also start to feel hungry. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡®People become more sensitive when they starve.¡¯ Dialin also had a problem with her own hunger, but she was more worried that the starving Ceres would go wild. She didn¡¯t even know if he would explode by himself if she continued to feed him something that was not tasty, even if he did eat everything she gave. Dialin went into the kitchen, worrying about a meal plan that she had never done in her life. ¡°¡­Okay, let¡¯s do anything.¡± At least better than yesterday¡¯s food waste. But the world of cooking was both distant and deep. Even if she wants to do something, she would have to know the basics. Even the food waste she made yesterday was ¡®well¡¯ made by accident. ¡®I really can¡¯t do anything!¡¯ Dialin looked in dismay at the results that could not even be called food and deeply engraved respect for other people¡¯s talents. Bread failed at the kneading stage. It has become a bizarre thing from where some kind of creature would be born from. Noodles had extreme results, left as unrecognizable porridge and burnt charcoal. She couldn¡¯t even touch the other ingredients because I didn¡¯t know how to make food with them. ¡°After all, it¡¯s a salad for breakfast¡­?¡± If you can¡¯t cook, let¡¯s at least arrange the ingredients. At least for salads, you just need to rip and cut the green things. Dialin neatly gave up cooking. Chang Kang! Then she heard the sound of something breaking outside. ¡°Wh-What is that sound?¡± Dialin hurriedly ran out of the building and as soon as she stepped out of the building, she heard another sound. ¡°Hic!¡± It was the result of desperate patience and self-restraint that ¡®hik¡¯ came out rather than a loud ¡®Kyaaa¡¯. It also occurred to her for a moment that it could be the last scream of her life. It was a terrible sensation peculiar to a person who had rolled on the battlefield. A piece of glass, a candlestick, and something flapping fell in front of Dialin, who had swallowed her breath and hardened her body. ¡°Wh-what?¡± Upon closer inspection, it was a bird that had been hit by a candlestick. Why is this here? Looking up at the place where the sound came from with blank eyes, she saw a window on the second floor that had been cracked and the curtains that were fluttering in the cracks. Now, there was no window, only the window frame, and it was located right in Ceres¡¯ room. Dialin finished understanding the situation at once. Our dog has been hunting since morning¡­ Dialin smiled and humbly lowered her head. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s like he¡¯s helping with breakfast. It must have been that his sensitive nerves could not stand the birdsong and he killed it. Thank you very much for not killing me because of snoring. Dialin looked out the window and picked up the bird, expressing her undefeated thanks. I shouldn¡¯t feed grass to sensitive people. When the mood is low, why not send meat as the main dish? Fortunately, she had a prey called bird. ¡°He won¡¯t have any complaints about the bird he caught¡­¡± Dialin carefully started roasting the bird. She was so focused that Dialin didn¡¯t even know someone was approaching from behind. ¡°What are you doing¡­¡± ¡°Gasp! That scared me.¡± After hastily turning around, she saw Ruben who was standing behind her. She was so focused on roasting the bird that she couldn¡¯t feel any signs of people approaching. ¡°I¡¯ve called you a few times.¡± ¡°Ah, since I was concentrating on cooking¡­Did you run here?¡± Sweat was running down Ruben¡¯s forehead. I thought he would be very busy because he is a major figure in the military and it would take a few days to get in touch, but it was surprisingly quick. ¡°I came on horseback.¡± ¡°Not a carriage?¡± ¡°I thought it would be urgent.¡± ¡°¡­Oh, it is.¡± ¡°Who did he kill?¡± It seems that Ruben was quite in a hurry. He started asking questions without having time to say anything as much as a greeting. ¡°Or was he going to kill you? He didn¡¯t escape, did he?!¡± ¡°Shh.¡± Ruben poured out his speculations without giving Dialin a chance to speak. As his voice grew louder and higher, Dialin hastily pressed her finger to her lips. This sound must also be heard by Ceres. ¡°He hasn¡¯t eaten breakfast yet.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Because he¡¯s on an empty stomach, he will be sensitive.¡± Sensitive dogs should not be stimulated. Even if you tell a dog to calm down dozens or hundreds of times, it doesn¡¯t understand. In that sense, it¡¯s only right for humans to keep quiet. ¡°Oh, yes.¡± Ruben immediately understood and bit his mouth. As she was opening her mouth to talk about the situation, a burnt smell went into Dialin¡¯s nose. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°Wait. Breakfast is burning.¡± A little delay does not mean that the poison would run away on its own. However, if breakfast is late, Ceres may go mad. For now, the priority was to keep him from going on a crazy fit. Even Ruben knew the importance of breakfast. Instead of hastening for an answer, he watched as Dialin rescued the little breakfast.