Turning a Crazy Dog into a Young Master

9. Because I’m a great priest!

Ruben laughed very sweetly.

“Now it’s not a battlefield so it might be less, but it happened once, so there’s no way it won’t happen again.”

“It’s not a battlefield, so why……”

It’s not going to end with this one-time thing.

It’s hard to live with a lifeline tied to a crazy dog, but how can you say so sweetly to survive an external assassination attempt?

“Some people may not like the presence of a war hero.”

“Ah……”

Dialin moaned.

Wherever people gather, there is politics. It’s also very natural for humans to do anything to keep their interests from being taken away. 

“That’s why it’s important to appear as a cool Young Master in the social world.”

“Cool……Young master……”

Dialin looked back at the mad dog who was building a mountain of bones.

Suddenly the world felt meaningless.

You have to have a goal that makes sense to make you motivated for the challenge.

But, transforming a person who is more sensitive than a dog and has mastered killing people into a young master.

And a cool Young Master at that.

Everyone in the world is like, ‘Wow! Division 8 is filled with cool people! As expected from war heroes!

……ha ha ha.

“……Is that feasible?”

“What happens if the person who should start working on it asks about it?”

Ruben grinned and asked back, but the bones buried in his words struck Dialin like a whip.

Even if it’s not feasible, you should make it possible. What are you asking nonsense?

I think I heard a lot of it from somewhere.

Obviously, she had returned from the battlefield, but she was back at the battlefield again.

* * *

“Oh, I’m going crazy.”

This morning, she ate a little bit of roasted birds, a little grass, and a few fruits. It was as poor a meal as when she was completely surrounded and isolated on the front line.

Ruben asked Dialin to prepare the meal for the time being.

The reason was that it was difficult to completely secure safe food that passes through the hands of several people.

The poisoning attempt incident has divided all relevant personnel. Ceres’ identity has also been turned into a complete secret.

The fact that she was taking care of a member of Division 8 had to be kept secret from anyone.

‘It’s easy up to here.’

Because she only needs to shut her mouth.

But putting things inside that mouth was another matter.

Ruben asked her to cook the food well because he would only send the ingredients. He pretended not to hear about the poison crafted by Dialin’s hands.

“And…my mouth? What about my mouth?”

Dialin was sad.

Ceres ate whatever was given to him, he did not complain even if it was not enough, and since he ate well, she could not actively protest against Ruben.

Only if Ceres could stand up to say something like, ‘Does it make sense for the young master to starve!’ would her situation take a turn for the better. 

It was a pity that he could eat almost everything.

After all the arguments she gave, the only words that came back were, ‘Well, hang in there.’

Again today, looking at the disastrous results she had created with her own hands, Dialing was wrapping her hands around her head.

This level of culinary skills was an insult to ingredients.

“This is worse than being besieged in the front line and eating rats to live……”

At that time, she was besieged together with a cook.

Surprisingly, even mice were quite edible if the person preparing them was good at cooking.

There was even a hope that the rescue army would come running soon, so she was able to hold on.

But this could take months or years, so her despair was even greater. Not for a few days, but to live on this kind of food for years……

There was no expectation that Dialin’s cooking skills would improve during those years.

“……ah?”

Dialin shook her head at a sudden thought.

Why did she think this would take years?

There was one safest way to get out of this bleak and tight situation.

All you had to do was transform the crazy dog ​​into a young master.

It could take years for the other priests. 

But, isn’t she the super-powered magical ultra-champion king, a great priest who has been acknowledged by God and given special powers?

“Yes, that’s it!”

Ceres was said to have his body marinated by all kinds of procedures and enchantments. Now that she knows the cause, solving it will be much faster.

Dialin didn’t hesitate to leave her seat.

* * *

“Knock, knock. A priest has arrived.”

Dialin pushed her head first inside the door.

Since nothing came flying, it must be permission to enter. In any case, Ceres didn’t care much about whether people came in or not as long as they didn’t make a sound.

Sometimes, when it bothered him a lot, he got annoyed and clearly expressed his feelings by throwing something. Did I bother him? There was no need to even vaguely inquire about it. It was clear as day.

It was one of the traits of the crazy dog ​​that Dialin had figured out in the last few days.

And even now, Ceres was doing his job, whether Dialin came in or not.

“……”

She lost her words at the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Ceres was standing in the middle of the room.

But his feet were pointing towards the ceiling. In other words, he was standing on his hands.

It wasn’t just a normal handstand. It was an extraordinary handstand. Ceres handstand was done with one thumb.

While Dialin blinked her eyes, the thumb changed to the index finger. Then again from the index finger to the middle finger, from the middle finger to the ring finger. After watching him go all the way to the little finger and back to the thumb, Dialin shook her head in disbelief.

Ceres returned to his thumb and started doing push-ups in that position.

Why is the world upside down over there?

Dialin was dazed by a phenomenon that she could not understand even if she looked at it again. 

After that, Ceres repeatedly moved the center of gravity from his thumb to his little finger about ten times before standing on the ground like a normal person.

“……I came to….heal…”

Is that body really in need of treatment? I felt skeptical about the word treatment.

“Yes.”

Ceres quietly sat and greeted Dialin.

He seemed more stable than at first, perhaps because no one came to see him these days and Dialin didn’t snore at night. 

She took a breather just because the momentum to bite and rip everything in a flash has subsided. 

“I’ll go a little closer.”

“Yes.”

Dialin lifted her heels and crept closer.

Ceres didn’t sweat a single drop, unlike a man who had just won the battle against gravity. He didn’t even flinch, much less present rough breathing.

However, scars that are quite recent were still red.

“I think it would be better to lie down to receive treatment.”

At Dialin’s words, Ceres immediately lay down on the floor.

For reference, the condition of the room was still torn to shreds since her first visit. Torn pieces of furniture were scattered all over the floor.

Ceres didn’t mind that and lay on his bare back.

“……Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lie in bed?”

“No.”

“No? It’s uncomfortable? The bed?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“……”

Ceres did not answer why. 

It just kind of feels uncomfortable.

“Are you sleeping on the floor then?”

“Yes.”

She had never seen him sleep except when he was knocked out, so she didn’t know. The bed in Ceres’ room looked just as big and nice as the one in Dialin’s room.

Why is it uncomfortable if it’s not like a poor mat thorny-like bed? 

She couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but what can she do if he feels uncomfortable?

“I see, then let’s get started.”

Dialin was a wise priest who chose to stay alive rather than fill her curiosity.  There was no need for her to bother him by asking.

She also kept the whistle in her sleeve to make it easier to use, just in case an unexpected situation arises.

“Please, let me know If you have any discomfort.”

Ceres briefly nodded.

As long as it was permitted, he had the attitude that didn’t care what was done to him even if the person was a stranger 

He looked at his body as if it were not his own. 

That attitude made Dialin feel uncomfortable.

He looked like a human, but it felt like what was in front of her was something that wasn’t really human.

She has yet to find out what made this man so. But she will be able to find out soon.

Dialin began to focus on Ceres’ body, drawing on her divine powers.

“Hm…”

However, there were no great results today either.

No matter how much she looked at every corner of his body, she couldn’t find any clearly visible places.

There were traces of healing old wounds and faint traces of enchantments.

But that was all.

There was nothing that could be speculated as to why Ceres became as sensitive as a mad dog.

“Can you remember what kind of treatment you’ve had so far?”

Ceres looked at Dialin with dazed eyes instead of giving an answer.

He is a person who trains, whether or not the wound on his body bursts. He couldn’t remember what procedure he had.

“You don’t have to answer.”

Dialin decided not to be greedy. That’s how she put the words of God, letting go of life, into practice.

Dialin also gently lowered expectations for Ceres.

“I’ll put a hand on your back. Please sit back.”

All warriors have sensitive backs. They don’t know what kind of surprise is coming from behind, so it’s inevitable.

If she makes a mistake, her neck may fly off.

Ceres silently moved as Dialin told him to.

Dialin carefully patted his back and checked his wound, but there was no movement. Usually, soldiers used to show signs of discomfort even though they were patient. 

Ceres was not really aware of his body as his own.

The hard life he lived seemed to be visible. 

She couldn’t properly take care of her own human rights to care about the human rights of others, but it felt bitter.

If possible, she hoped he would become a real master and lived well. That was also the only way she could be free from here and live well ever after.

They had to walk the same path anyway.

‘If I work hard, it’ll work out somehow.’ 

She also had nothing to do but work hard.

Rather than cheating on the royal family, the military, and the temple while running away, she was more likely to succeed if she put her life in the line and worked hard to make him a young master. 

That was then.