# 11
Was it uncomfortable to be around you? Should I have silently avoided it?
Dearyn looked at Sirius' sleeping face, unable to breathe.
But that was the only thing that made me frown for a moment.
I think I felt a little uncomfortable while I was sleeping.
When Dearyn pretended to be dead, she returned to her blank expression.
“Oh.”
Dearyn slumped her shoulders and sighed inwardly.
Naturally, the mouth did not even move.
It was unthinkable to move in this position, so D'Erin stared at Sirius' face, who was sleeping peacefully.
Sirius' sleeping face was now completely peaceful.
When he passed out with a whistle, I was so helpless that I didn't even think to look at his face.
This was the first time I really looked at Sirius' face.
With his eyes closed, his face was a noble face.
“Your face is already in the perfect shape for the master.”
Even though he had spent a long time on a harsh battlefield, he still had a gentle face.
His hair was cropped and almost spiky, but he must be really handsome if it wasn't obscured by that messy hair.
Long forehead, sharp nose and elegant lips.
Even though he was closed, his eyes were deep.
When I opened my eyes, my eyes were black, just like my hair, but they had a strange look to them.
If there was no more life in those eyes, if they were as relaxed as a true master, they would be even more beautiful.
I felt sorry that you had to live in a cruel world with such a handsome face.
“Let's do our best.”
I will use more of my power, but you must give some of yours as well.
Diarin sighed and rested her chin on her knees.
There was a long way to go.
The master was a dog, not even a human yet.
* * *
The reason Sirius opened his eyes was because of the loud sound of Dearyn's trumpet.
Come here.
This time it was relatively short and light, but Sirius's eyes widened like a ghost.
“This is out of control.”
Diarin blew the horn.
I was hoping that if I could at least give an understandable explanation, I'd be less upset.
Maybe that's why, Sirius didn't howl and didn't rush to rip apart D'Arrin's stomach.
“Will you calm down now?”
“……?”
“You don't seem excited.”
At least I think I have enough answers.
Sirius had a blank expression that said he had no idea.
Well, I saw everyone rolling their eyes at the noise of people talking earlier.
“I am always in excellent shape and fit for battle.”
“Wow, that's the coolest thing I've ever heard.”
Dayaren was completely impressed.
You know how to use such long sentences.
But I soon realized.
I heard it over and over again enough to memorize it, so I memorized it and said it.
Always in perfect condition suitable for battle.
The members of the Eighth Division were absent day and night.
When the enemy attacked, we were the first to run and fight, and when our side attacked, we were the first to run and fight.
“Aren’t they even asleep?”
“You're not human, are you?”
“Fighting Ghost.”
“I may live on blood.”
People were always amazed by it, but on the other hand, they also despised it.
Dyaren also felt like he was a different race than human, so I didn't feel sorry for him.
But now I see that he was bullied and forcefully raised and trained.
They have just been trained, but they eat and sleep like humans.
“I'll go see if I have anything to eat.”
Dearyn stood up before hearing another roaring sound.
If the people who left the ingredients earlier didn't get scared and ran away with their things, there would be something to eat.
But I didn't feel like walking to the kitchen. Because you have to cook the food yourself anyway.
It comes down to either eating the poison or eating food close to the poison, but my thoughts went some way to whether it would be better to just eat the delicious poison.
'Hmm? But can we say that the new ingredients are completely safe?'
Those who distributed it may not be guilty.
But there were plenty of opportunities to mix poison.
You can change things in the middle, sneak around, remove poison, etc.
Sirius was the only one who could distinguish the poison.
“Please come with me to the kitchen.”
Normally she wouldn't go to the kitchen, but not yet.
Whether you're a mad dog or a master, you have to eat to live.
You have to live to become a master.
It was a very good excuse.
* * *
"unavailable."
“The carrot passed.”
“This too.”
“The onions passed too.”
My conscience ached a little over the fact that I had come here to become a master and that I was using a detection dog.
However, he is a living detection dog and not a dead master.
Sirius also doesn't seem too dissatisfied with his new mission.
Deyarin did her best to legitimize reality.
“Okay then. Oh…….”
It's time to cook.
Robin was a very sensitive person.
This time, all kinds of cookbooks were delivered with ingredients.
Deyarin opened the book with the intention of reading it first.
“…….”
He's clearly someone who can read messages.
Although he was an intellectual who could write a sophisticated article, he was unable to understand cookbooks.
Writing is just writing, content is just content.
Writing was just transcribing sound at this moment.
The cookbook was full of expressions that were very deep and difficult to understand their meaning.
Dearyn felt Sirius' gaze staring at her from the side.
“……Would you like to take a look?”
Sirius takes the book Deyarin gave him and reads it......and instead of saying so, he throws it away.
‘Hair……oh?’
Were the books originally meant to be opened?
Dayaren watched, feeling like her mind was disintegrating in real time.
Sirius held the book upside down, shook it, sniffed, and raised his head.
"unavailable."
“……There is nothing. What are you doing?”
Sirius looked at Dearyn as if to ask what was strange.
"poison."
"…… Yes."
I misunderstood it by looking at the book as meaning to find out if it was poisonous.
……Are people usually misunderstood this way?
“I was asked to take a look at the contents of the book.”
At those words, Sirius picked up the book again and looked at the writing carefully. Just hold the book upside down.
It was an attitude of illiteracy.
“If… can’t you read?”
“Huh.”
“They give you a lot of training but they don't teach you how to write.”
“It's not necessary for the battle.”
“……ha.”
Dearyn was stunned and she let out a sigh.
You're not really treated like a human being.
It made me wonder who on earth planned Unit 8.
I don't understand how they could come up with such a cruel and cruel plan.
I felt this way more because I had to clean up the poop this person left behind.
“I think I should teach you how to write too.”
"writing?"
Sirius looked at Dearyn as if he had heard something unexpected.
“No you don't want to?”
“…….”
Kataputa has no words.
I can see the eyes looking at Dearyn shaking slightly.
He looked confused.
He didn't seem to know what to answer.
Why is this a difficult question? Is it difficult to say whether you like it or not?
Dearyn sighed again.
Dogs also have their likes and dislikes.
We need to teach them how to write, what they like and don't like, and even how to sleep in bed.
The work became increasingly heavy.
However, I have no choice but to do it one by one.
“There can be no teacher who cannot read, so you have to learn.”
It was as if I heard the period of confinement in this palace increasing.
“I have to cook first so I can survive until then.”
Dearyn retrieved the cookbook from Sirius' hands.
Even if I looked at it seriously, I couldn't get the content into my mind.
I read it carefully and understood the words, but the series of operations did not lead to action.
Dearyn wrinkled the bridge of her nose and reread each line one by one.
“Chop the onions and carrots finely...”
Dearyn looked at the sentence she read again for a long time.
“……What is good writing?”
Since I had no idea about cooking, I couldn't understand even the simplest words.
Dearyn tilted her head as she held the onions and carrots, then looked at Sirius.
“Do you know what it means to chop well?”
"I know."
“Oh? Would you like to try it?”
Wasn't Sirius also unable to do anything except eat meat?
Without a doubt, Dearyn placed the onions and carrots in Sirius' hands.
The onions and carrots were covered in dirt as soon as I picked them up this morning.
Sirius looked at him carefully and then took out his sword.
"Hello!"
It was just a kitchen knife, but it spread everywhere, as if the entire house had been torn apart.
Dayarin took a deep breath and ran away.
Sirius was holding the sword, not caring about anything else.
He only perceived the carrot as if it were his enemy, and he paid careful attention to every movement of the point of the sword.
“And……!”
The sword danced dazzlingly.
Dearyn forgot that she was afraid and ran away and looked at Sirius' stabbing.
When Sirius' knife stopped, all that remained on the cutting board was the remains of a carrot.
"Yes……?"
Only later did Deyarin see it and realize something was wrong.
The carrots became juicy.
It is also mixed appropriately with the soil.
Looking at the dead carrot, Dearyn tilted her head with a dumbfounded expression.
“That…finely chopped, right…seems like a long time, doesn’t it?…Do you like that?”
“……?”
Sirius looked at Dearyn with a look of complete ignorance.
I was told to cut it into small pieces, so I did.
Sirius knew what she meant
Write well.
When torturing prisoners or cutting up the bodies of enemy soldiers to make an example to the enemy, the cutting method was used.
The islands were finished similarly to that time.
He was definitely right. But why is this priestess acting like he's wrong?
“……Right. He would be right.”
Dearyn, seeing each other's ignorance in Sirius' eyes, promised and promised not to expect too much.
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