Turning a Crazy Dog into a Young Master

11. A Noble in face only

Was it annoying that I sat next to him? Should I have silently gone out?

Dialin couldn’t breathe and looked down at Ceres’s sleeping face. However, his grimace lasted for only a moment. It seems that he was only slightly uncomfortable while sleeping. Dialin pretended to be dead and he returned to an expressionless face again.

‘Phew.’

Dialin sighed inside, drooping her shoulders. Of course, she didn’t even move her mouth.

It was unthinkable to move in this situation, so Dialin only looked at Ceres’s face, who was quietly sleeping. 

His sleeping face was now completely still.

When he was stunned with a whistle, Dialin was so over her head that she didn’t even think to properly see his face.

This was the first time she’d ever properly looked at Ceres’ face.

With closed eyes, only his face looked like one of a noble.

‘His face is already the Young Master’s perfect pack.’

How can he have such a cute face even though he’s been rolling for so long on a rough battlefield? His hair was roughly cut and jagged, but his handsome appearance that was not covered by the messy haircut would be true handsomeness.

A tall forehead, a sharp nose, and neat lips.

It was closed now, but he had deep eyes.

The eyes you see when he opens his eyelids were black like his hair, but strangely enough, a bit different. 

If he could afford to live a relaxed life like a real Young Master, his eyes would be much more beautiful without the killing aura.

It was a pity that he had only seen the harsh world with this handsome face. 

‘Let’s cheer up.’

I’ll help you get better, so please, take care of me too.

Dialin sighed deeply and rested her chin on her knee.

There was a long way to go.

He was a puppy, who was not even a human yet.

* * *

Ceres woke up to the sound of Dialin’s roaring stomach rumbling.

Grrrumble.

This time it was relatively short and light, but Ceres opened his eyes like a ghost.

“This is out of my control.”

Dialin took the initiative with a glimmer of anticipation that even a convincing explanation would make him even a little less on edge.

Perhaps thanks to that, Ceres did not scream or rush to tear Dialin’s stomach apart.

“Are you calmed down now?”

“……?”

“You don’t seem excited.”

At least he seems calm enough to answer.

Ceres had an expressionless face that had no idea what she was talking about. Even so, she had seen everything earlier when his eyes were turned upside down because of the noisy people.

“We are always in the best condition suitable for combat.” 

“Wow, that’s the longest I’ve ever heard you talk.”

Dialin was purely amazed.

He knew how to use such long sentences.

But she soon realized.

He had heard and heard it so much that he could memorize it, so he just recited what was in his head.

Always in the best condition for battle.

Division 8 members were away in action day and night.

When the enemy attacked, they ran to face them first, and when we attacked, they were the first to run and fight.

‘They don’t even sleep.’

‘Aren’t they human?’

‘It’s like a fighting ghost.’

‘Maybe they can live on blood.’

People were always amazed when they saw them, and on the other hand, they despised Division 8.

Dialin also felt like they were a species other than humans, so she didn’t think much about it then. But now that she sees it, they were just being bullied, forcibly raised, and trained to kill people.

He was trained, but he was also a human being the same as her, who ate and slept.

“I’ll go see if there’s anything to eat.”

Dialin got up before there was another grumbling sound coming from her.

If the people who left the ingredients didn’t get scared and ran away with our stuff, there would be something to eat.

But her steps to the kitchen were reluctant. After all, she has to cook by herself. Whether you eat poison or a dish that is close to poison, those were all her options, but she thought it would be better to just eat delicious poison.

‘Hm? Can we be sure that the new ingredients are completely safe?’

Those who distribute may be innocent, but there were plenty of opportunities to mix poison in it. You can swap objects in the middle, sneak in and release poison, and so on.

Only Ceres could detect the poison.

“Come to the kitchen with me.”

Usually, a Young Master doesn’t go into the kitchen, but he’s not one yet. Whether you are a crazy dog ​​or a Young Master, you have to eat to live.

If you live, you can become a Young Master.

That was a pretty good excuse.

* * *

“No.”

“Carrot pass.”

“No.”

“Onion pass.”

My conscience was a bit pricked at the reality that I came to make him a Young master but used Ceres as a detection dog.

Still, it’s better to be a living detection dog rather than a dead Young Master.

Ceres also seemed to have no major complaints about his new mission. Dialin worked hard to give this reality a sense of validation. 

“All right, then. Phew…” 

It was my turn to cook.

Ruben was a pretty sensible guy. This time, all kinds of cookbooks were delivered along with the ingredients.

Dialin opened a book with the idea of reading it first.

“……”

She was clearly a person who can read letters.

Even though she was an intellectual who could write an educated apology, she could not understand cookbooks.

Text is text, and content is just content.

The handwriting was just a letter dictated by someone. The cookbook was full of expressions too profound and esoteric to understand its meaning.

Dialin felt the gaze of Ceres staring at her side.

“…Would you like to take a look?”

Ceres received the book from Dialin and read… no, more like he’s shaking it with his hands.

‘Shake……uh?’

Aren’t books supposed to be opened?

Dialin watched as if her mind was breaking down in real-time. 

Ceres held the book upside down, dusted it off, sniffed it, and lifted his head.

“Nothing.”

“……What’s missing?”

Ceres looked at Dialin as if she had asked some nonsense.

“Poison.”

“……Ah.”

He misunderstood the phrase to look at the book as if asking him to see if the book was poisonous.

……Does he usually misunderstand like that?

“I was telling you to look at the contents of the book.” 

At that, Ceres picked up the book again and carefully looked at the writing. But he held the book upside down instead.

He was a representative of illiteracy.

“Perhaps… you can’t you read?”

“Yes.”

“You do a lot of training, but you were not taught how to write.”

“It is unnecessary for battle.”

“……Ha.”

Dialin was dumbfounded and threw out a stuffed sigh.

They really didn’t treat them like people.

I wonder who the hell planned Division 8. I don’t understand how they came up with such a ruthless and cruel plan. I felt even more injustice because I had to clean up the shit they had packed.

“I have to teach you to read and write.”

“Write?”

Ceres looked at Dialin as if he had heard something unexpected.

“You don’t like it?”

“……”

There was no reply, but she could see his eyes looking at Dialin and swaying slightly.

He looked confused. Not knowing what to answer. 

Why is this such a difficult question? Is it so hard to say like or hate?

Dialin sighed again.

Even dogs have their likes and dislikes. I have to teach him writing, likes and dislikes, and even how to sleep in a bed.

Gradually the work was becoming too much. Still, she had no choice but to do it one by one.

“There is no such thing as a master who can’t read letters, so you have to learn it.”

The sound of the time being incarcerated inside this mansion increasing was heard.

“First of all, I have to cook so that you can stay alive until then.”

Dialin took the cookbook back from Ceres’s hands.

No matter how seriously she tried to read it, she couldn’t get the content in her head. After reading it carefully, she understood the words, but the series of processes did not lead to actions.

Dialin wrinkled the back of her nose and read it line by line.

“Chop the onion and carrot finely……”

Dialin looked back at the sentence she had read for a long while.

“……What is fine cutting?”

Since she had no concept of cooking, she could not even understand very simple words. Dialin tilted her head while holding onions and carrots, then turned to Ceres.

“Do you know what fine cutting is?”

“I know.”

“……! Oh? Would you like to try it?”

Was Ceres able to do anything other than chopping meat?

Dialin put the onions and carrots into Ceres’ hands without questioning.

As soon as these were pulled out earlier this morning, it came to be delivered here so the onions and carrots were covered in soil.

Ceres carefully looked at it and pulled out the knife.

“Hik!”

It was just a kitchen knife, but the whole house seemed like it was going to be cut into pieces.

Dialin ran far away, swallowing her breath. 

Ceres, who grabbed the knife, didn’t care about anything else. Conscious of only the carrots as if they were enemies, he was precise with every move of the tip of his blade.

“Wow……!”

The blade danced brilliantly.

Dialin forgot that she was scared enough to run away, and looked at Ceres’ stabbing skills.

When Ceres’s knife stopped, only the remnants of what was once a carrot were left on the cutting board.

“Oh……?”

It wasn’t until late that Dialin saw it and realized something wasn’t right. 

The carrot became juice.

It was also moderately mixed with soil. Seeing the dead carrot, Dialin tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

“This……It’s finely chopped but…… I think it’s overly chopped,……what do you think?”

“……?”

Ceres looked back at Dialin with a clueless look. He was told to cut it finely, so he cut it into small pieces.

Ceres knew what chopping was.

When he tortured prisoners of war, he slashed the corpse of an enemy commander to set an example for the enemy and this cutting method was used.

The carrot was finished in a shape similar to the one of that time. He definitely got it right. But why is this priest reacting in the wrong way?

“……That’s right. I think this is also fine.” (Dialin)

Dialin, who confirmed each other’s ignorance in Ceres’s eyes, repeatedly vowed not to expect much.