# 1
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M.M.: This is the title of the chapter
"Ahh! Calm down!"
The day also started with screaming.
That's why this is what happens everywhere.
Of course, it cannot be said that a person who possesses the three adjectives “madman,” “bastard,” and “bastard” does so with words.
It would be hard to have just one of the three, but I have all three.
Think about it, how real it is.
However, Dayaren did not do so for a day or two.
The crazy dog's glow has become so familiar that it disappears.
Deyarin skillfully patted the roaring madman on the back and impregnated him with divine power.
There probably weren't many priests who could do that while being crushed under a big, panting man.
No matter how much of a priestess she is, she is still a woman. But Deyarin moved her hands calmly.
This is something you can do because you have experience.
“Damn…..okay….this is not a battlefield...”
Not everyone can produce a soothing sound like a lullaby in this case.
After all, I am a special priestess chosen by the ruler.
So I convinced myself of the ridiculous workload.
It was kind of a struggle not to escape.
If you want to get the best out of your money, or get money that is it…… He sank in with a heavy breath.
The glow is finally gone.
The word “crazy” was thrown around because he was really crazy.
This is what is happening now.
The priest attached to calm him down was none other than Darren.
“Now, please get out of the way.”
Deyarin announced his survival by tapping his thick trunk.
She was still alive, but if she was pressed for a little longer, she would die soon.
"Yes……."
The non-mad man who has come to his senses now wakes up.
Dearyn looked sideways at the distant clock and congratulated herself.
"Congratulations. You calmed down 10 seconds faster than last time."
The man who was not crazy sat at a distance without responding.
I wasn't even expecting thank you.
Dearyn stood with a sigh.
As befits a room of a rabid bastard, the room became a hot mess for a short period of time.
I'm tired of looking at this shit now.
It was obvious that if someone else came to clean him up, he would go crazy again.
Deyarin started picking things up as she used to.
However, when I finally picked one up, I felt a tug on the edge of my clothes, so I straightened my back and turned around again.
Although she was not crazy, his deserted, puppy-like eyes were looking at Dearyen.
"What."
“…….”
That's why this is what's happening now.
Move or see.
Will Deyarin be able to understand this? That was not the case.
Deyarin could only understand in human language.
“Say it in words.”
“Next to me…….”
“What's next to you?”
“Stay by my side.”
I feel like I want to get rid of him because I don't like him….
……If you do, you will have to start over.
The eyes only look pitiful, but in reality they are no different from menace.
"the curse."
Dearyn sighed and sat on the floor.
The person who asked me to stay by his side couldn't even approach me.
Dearyn, who was staring at the dog that was hesitantly approaching and holding it at a short distance, sighed again.
If you want to get the best of the best, then yes you will definitely do it.
How did you become like this...?
Deyarin's memories began when she looked at the ceiling quietly.
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“The ruler’s blessings be with you.”
The High Priest greeted Deyarin with a kind smile.
He always had a cute smile on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were always a disaster.
Deyarin greeted him with a forced smile.
“I, for whatever reason...”
It was a big deal in itself for Dyaren, an ordinary priestess, to heal a high priest on her own.
In Racleon, the temple was a huge organization.
In addition to the central temple housing the highest priests called the “Seven Sons of the Ruler,” temples are built in each area.
There is a high priest in charge of each temple, and there is a high priest in charge of each district.
In this narrow caste system, Deyarin, an ordinary priestess, was nothing.
Quite simply, it was a hard piece that needed to be peeled off.
“Priestess Dearen, it has been a long time since we spread the ruler’s will to the world together, hasn’t it?”
"Yes……."
unstable.
Why are you acting friendly?
“There were difficulties, but Priestess Dearyn showed great growth and overcame them.”
"Yes……."
It was a notice that in the future, I will entrust you with a bad task.
Dearyn grew more worried.
“The ruler’s will is as bright as the sun, but there are shadows in the world. Isn’t it the role of our priests to find every corner of this shadow and illuminate the whole world?”
“So, what can I do?”
Not even a day or two had passed, and Dayaren was now feeling better.
At first, I protested by crying and saying that I didn't like it, I was afraid. I even tried rolling on the floor. However, it has been a long time since I realized that the outcome is always worse than silence.
If I'm going to break it, I'm going to break it.
I would be grateful if you could explain where and how to peel it properly.
Since they do not get proper support, they bear difficult tasks and cannot get promotion.
In order to become associated with the temple, noble families always send one of their sons into the priesthood, and even though they do not have even an iota of divine power, they are promoted well.
Deyarin, who had lived and witnessed this for so long, became a world-weary priestess.
“It is about helping those suffering from the effects of war adapt to society.”
Racleon fought a long war with Sorbin. (names of countries)
Deyarin was also sent to the battlefield twice.
Warriors are not needed only on the battlefield. A priest and a doctor are also needed.
The priest is a battlefield talent who can achieve psychological stability and demonstrate medical skills at the same time, and can do the work of two people at the same time.
What that means is that I almost died doing the work of two people.
Dearyn stared at the high priest.
“I have been to the battlefield twice, this time to treat the effects of war.”
Even at first glance, it seems difficult.
Only those who were there knew how devastated people were once they visited a battlefield.
“These are the people who need the governor’s care more than anyone else.”
“I think I need to take care of this first.”
Financial treatment, promotional treatment, etc.
In principle, priests cannot earn money personally. The income of the temple is the common fund of all.
No matter how hard Deyarin worked, nothing fell into her hands.
I grew up in a temple and took that for granted. I was content with just being hungry and not being cold.
However, after going to the battlefield and almost dying several times, my thoughts changed.
“Can't you think of it as giving a sip of water to someone dying of thirst?”
“What if I die?”
“You will enjoy eternal peace in the bosom of the ruler.”
“…….”
The last time I was moved by those words was 7 years ago.
Oh, I have to work hard because the ruler is saving me!
When I was young and naive, I thought this way and worked hard putting my heart and soul into it.
Now I know its true meaning.
It has been said that if you lose, that will be the end.
“Then what if you have a hard time before you die?”
Deyarin asked for more realistic and specific compensation.
The two people's eyes met, not even an inch apart.
The High Priest does not sit there for no reason.
I learned to distinguish between threats and negotiations.
“I have seen well the outstanding abilities of Priest Deyarin, who spread the will of the ruler. It is also unfortunate that the central government did not recognize her ability and sincerity.”
Dearyn raised her eyebrows slightly.
It has come to bite.
“If this matter is completed successfully, not only the central government, but also the ruler’s seven sons will recognize Saint Dearyn’s abilities.”
This means: “I will promote you.”
I got the answer I wanted.
Only then did Deyarin humbly accept her duty.
“Wherever the ruler wishes, his presence there is the reason for the priest’s presence.”
“I thought Saint Diarin would say that.”
The two people, who had reached a mutual understanding, regained their sincere smiles.
“Then when and who can I help?”
"The more the better. You only need one person to be in charge."
Anxiety crept in again.
One person?
Wait, something is different from what I expected.
Working in a hospital for demobilized soldiers was nothing like that.
The fewer people involved, the higher the level of truth.
“Hero of this war, warrior of the Eighth Division.”
“…….”
How is it that anxiety never goes astray?
Dearyn let out a laugh.
“Ha ha ha. Those crazy bastards on the battlefield?”
“…….”
Even the high priest did not deny that he was a fool.
8th Division of the Racleon Army.
So called crazy bastards on the battlefield.
Whoever they were, they were a very small special group that brought victory to Racleon, who was on the defensive.
Because it is a top military secret, nothing is known about where it was collected or how it was trained.
The existence of the 8th Division was not known to the outside world, so only those on the front lines knew of its existence.
I've also seen Diarin pass by many times on the battlefield. His entire body was covered in blood and his eyes were shining.
They even rushed towards us without even recognizing our allies.
For this reason, he was called the mad dog on the battlefield.
“……Uh, why?”
Dearyn groaned and covered her face.
Even if she was just a ruler and not a priestess following the ruler's will, he didn't have the confidence to deal with these crazy bastards.
M.M.: The word “God” was changed to the word “ruler.”
Hema: Welcome to a new novel. Of course the novel has a manhwa, but the manhwa is perfect in a way, so I couldn’t wait. I wanted the novel, so I decided to translate it.
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