# 2
Dearyn saw with her own eyes how crazy these crazy bastards were.
But the plain truth is that the war ended quickly and victoriously thanks to these crazy bastards.
The national hero deserves the treatment he deserves.
Appropriate titles and rewards will be awarded… Another problem arose here.
The dogs of Unit Eight are too crazy to be released into the community in this way.
So, the task of training these crazy bastards and making their debut as social masters falls to the temple.
Another thing the temple has to get its budget, so it must have been well received.
cried Dearyn, the priestess who actually had to work.
“Hello sir…….”
Dearyn cried as she left the temple.
But I couldn't even cry in the carriage.
“I would like to thank the priestess again for taking on this task.”
There was another person in the moving cart besides Dearyn.
Robin Tariq.
M.M.: His name is like this in the translation. I don’t remember the manhwa
A member of the Racleon army and the third son of Count Tariq.
To explain it briefly, it is said that although his personal ability was great, he was in a situation where he had nothing to do in his family after the war, so he was put in charge of the aftercare of the 8th Division.
“I just followed the governor’s will.”
Dearyn swallowed her tears and answered solemnly.
Robin nodded with a look of understanding in his eyes.
“Whatever the governor’s will, it was not an easy decision for you personally.”
Instead of answering, Deyarin just laughed.
It was like being scammed by a temple.
Now that they knew the matter, which was top secret, if they wanted to resign, they should be locked up until the mission was finished. In short, it meant going to prison.
Do you want to go to prison or risk your life for work?
Both were bad choices.
If I had a good family, would I have suffered this way?
It's unfair, but I wasn't born this way, so I have nothing to say.
It is said that all priests are equal before the ruler, but they were only equal before the ruler and not completely equal in the temple.
Among priests, it was rare for a priest to display divine power like Dearyn.
If the family was good, they would have continued to win and get promoted, but the reality is that their strength is being absorbed here and there.
"The only person I can count on is the priestess. I'm looking forward to that."
“……I will do my best.”
Which is faster: dying from hardship or being beaten to death by a zealous warrior?
While Dyaren was suffering from this illusion, the carriage ran for some time from the temple in the center of the city towards the outskirts of the city.
The palace was built in a secluded place near the capital.
It was a wise choice of location, because you never know what might happen if you launch it downtown.
Because it was a suburb, the site was large.
Even after passing through the main gate, I had to cross the forest and lake to see the white-roofed palace.
‘Even if one person dies, no one will see him….’
It must have been built for this purpose.
As I live my life observing the world, both seen and unseen, I can clearly see suspicious intentions even when I look at them.
There are many temples and many priests.
The world does not care if a powerless priest like Deyarin disappears or dies in an unexpected accident while working.
“I know how to survive.”
That's why this is what's happening now.
I hope you become a dog that understands human language to some extent.
Deyarin collected the dross of her faith that had been swept away by the storm and prayed to the ruler.
Of course, I didn't have high expectations that the governor would listen to me.
“This is a minimum safety measure…….”
Just before she reached the entrance of the palace, Robin cautiously extended his hand.
Dyaren accepted as it was given to her.
“Whistle?”
It was a whistle that could be worn like a necklace.
It looked like wood or metal. It looks like something that has been specially treated.
“The existence of this item is top secret, just like Unit Eight. It should never be visible to others, nor should it be known that such a thing exists.”
What is this?
Dearyn looked at the object in her palm.
It was just a whistle.
After looking at it for a while, I felt a strange feeling. I thought I would know for sure if I tried to blow it up.
I brought the whistle to my mouth, but Robin quickly stopped me.
“Use it only when necessary.”
"when?"
“This whistle was developed to subdue our dogs when they get too excited.”
Dearyn looked at the whistle again.
They said it gave them a feeling, so it was specially processed that way.
Since they were managed separately from other units, and because they did not visit the priests due to injuries, the members of the Eighth Unit did not have much to see even if they were on the same battlefield.
I saw Deyarin pass by several times after the battle.
The members of the Eighth Division were closer to animals than humans.
Menacing eyes that look only forward, and threatening gestures that look like they will rush in and tear everything apart at any moment.
This was the eighth unit that remained in Deyarin's memory.
I was secretly wondering how to control these people, and this was the answer.
The members of the 8th Division were not only called “dogs,” but they lived their lives being treated like dogs.
Now that he was a hero, it would be difficult for this fact to become known outside the world.
We must make people who do not know the conditions of the battlefield believe that our heroes were heroes from the moment they were born.
Dearyn smiled bitterly.
We've already gotten into the plot.
“I recommend using it appropriately...”
"I'll take care of it. So you can, mister."
“Please be nice to me.”
Although my suffering was the hardest in the world, the more the identity of the Eighth Division was revealed, the sadder I became.
However, in the future, I will become a prosperous lady and live well, so wouldn't it be okay for me to say that I worked hard in advance when I was young?
Even if you worked hard when you were young, there was no guarantee that you would live well when you grew up, so it was somewhat enviable.
Robin's explanation continued.
“The people responsible for meals, cleaning, and laundry have to go to work. Cleaning and laundry will be done once a week, and meals will be brought in once every other day in the morning. You rarely see us face to face.”
It was complete isolation.
“There will be guards at the entrance to the palace at all times, so if anything happens, call the guards.”
“Will they be of help if something happens?”
“……A whistle would be more helpful.”
The guards at the front gate are people who come to either remove bodies or lie down as corpses.
In this palace, Deyarin had to somehow manage on her own.
“I can generously provide any support, so if you need anything, you can tell security at the main gate or leave a note for the person who comes to work and it will be delivered to me.”
At the same time, the carriage stopped in front of the palace entrance.
Robin opened the carriage door himself and sent Dearyn away with a strong smile.
“Then, thank you very much.”
It was a truly begging voice.
* * *
Dearyn took a break in front of the front door, carrying a simple luggage bag.
I left the wagon a long time ago.
There's no way back.
'Let's go in!'
If you waste your time here, you won't automatically become a lady.
Dearyn clenched her fists and opened the front door with a final effort.
As soon as I opened the door, I thought of the bastard running towards me.
“……?”
It was quiet inside the palace.
“Are there even people?”
The palace was spacious and quiet.
No sound was heard except the sound of footsteps ringing every time Diarin took a step.
'Hasn't he arrived yet...? …?’
It could have been so. There may be a problem with light emission during movement.
“So should we search the room first?”
The palace was a two-storey structure.
Long corridors run on either side of the central hall on the first floor, and the same is true for the stairs to the second floor.
There were doors on either side of the hallway, so it seemed difficult to look into each one.
Deyarin opened the nearest door first.
It was the drawing room.
It was fully equipped with furniture such as tables and sofas. Perhaps due to the taste of the previous homeowner, the wallpaper that filled the ceiling and walls was colorful.
I looked around once and moved to the next room.
The palace looked grand from the outside, but it was even more magnificent when you stepped inside.
“And…….”
Dearyn opened her mouth and looked around the palace.
It was the first time I had seen such a large and luxurious room in my life.
The room that Deyarin used in the temple was a small space, about the size of a coffin, and it was embarrassing to even call it a room.
A narrow bed where your arms will fall if you don't sleep upright. The room was a narrow floor that could barely accommodate one person, and there was a drawer the size of two palms next to the bed.
When the priests said they would sleep together, they joked: “I will sleep in the coffin,” so what could I say?
However, all the rooms in this palace were large and beautiful.
Some rooms were pink from the inside out and had pink flowers painted all over them, while other rooms were filled with a refreshing mint color.
There was a large room filled with antique oak furniture, and there was also an elegant purple room.
Compared to the coffin box, everything was like a palace.
I did not expect such luxury. I thought it would be difficult, but the work environment was better than I expected.
Dearyn was so excited that she completely forgot who she was going to meet, and opened the last remaining white door.
"…… Oh, my God."
Deyarin's face, which was smiling, froze
m bright with excitement.
A completely white room appeared.
The ceiling is white, the floor is white, and the furniture is white.
But they were all torn and broken, and rolling on the ground.
A view of the room where everything was destroyed.
There was a man crouching in the corner of the room.
He was a crazy dog.
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