# 20
Divine power is like body temperature.
It always remains in the body and can be transmitted to other people by contact.
Just as you can feel the heat of that person's body when you touch them, you can also feel that person's divine power.
Of course, only people with divine power knew this feeling.
‘She was someone with divine powers……?’
The two people's eyes met.
Charlotte smiled as if she knew nothing.
“I feel reassured that a priest with such passion and ability is taking on this task. Please continue to take good care of him.”
“I will do my best.”
Dearyn lowered her head, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Holy Power is an ability that appears very rarely.
The magnitude of the ability varies greatly from person to person and cannot be measured, making it a more ambiguous ability.
It is such a unique ability that there is no evidence about holy power because it is difficult to measure or formalize even in temples.
But the person who has it knows something.
Even though she only held her hand once, Dayaren felt that Charlotte's divine power was great.
There are many people in their lives who do not realize the divine power they possess.
But can we live without knowing this level of divine power...?
When Deyarin first demonstrated divine power, he immediately became aware of the strange thing surging within his body.
However, it is said that there are people who spend their whole lives praying until they die without even knowing that they have divine power, and only at the moment of death do they realize: “I think that was divine power.”
The emperor's woman with divine power.
I couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing.
“Okay, let's go. Sevian.”
Before Diaren's thoughts could deepen, Charlotte said goodbye first.
"Farewell."
“Please be careful.”
The visit of the Third Prince and his mother, which she thought would only be a once-in-a-lifetime affair, shook Dearyn's heart.
The Third Prince's mother, who possesses divine power, takes great care in rehabilitating the members of the Eighth Legion.
It could just be a coincidence, but it seemed like a foreboding from the ruler.
Deyarin watched for a while until the carriage crossed the hill and disappeared from sight.
“Now you need to talk to me.”
Dearyn suddenly came back to her senses and turned around when she heard Robin's voice coming from behind her.
Robin returned after instructing Derain to dispose of the assassins' pieces of meat while bidding farewell to Sevian and Charlotte.
No one here was surprised by the transformation of the former human into flesh.
A member of the imperial family who had been subjected to repeated assassination attempts, someone who had faced many deaths on the battlefield, and even someone who had personally caused that death.
Only people who have experienced and experienced extraordinary events have come together as something that could always happen.
“Why didn't you use the whistle?”
Robin asked coldly.
This was the coldest robin I've ever seen.
Robin clearly saw the whistle strapped to Dearyn's wrist.
As a result, Deyarin succeeded in calming Sirius down without whistling, which was a good thing because Charlotte was very satisfied with the result.
However, I can't help but wonder why Diaren didn't use the whistle “intentionally.”
“If I hadn't been careful, something big could have happened.”
“I know.” “But it didn’t work out.”
“This is the result.”
The frustration of the person in charge did not subside easily.
There was also a mixture of resentment, thinking that if I had written it a long time ago, I would have skipped the trouble of cleaning up after it and writing the after-action report.
Dayaren's actions today were truly dangerous.
In fact, the prince and his mother could have disappeared from the world at the same time.
If things had gotten worse, everyone here would have been reduced to pieces of meat and Sirius, who was thirsty for blood, would have fled the palace and destroyed the entire place.
But Dayarine was honest.
Robin kept asking me why until the end, and I looked into his eyes and answered calmly.
“He is a human being.”
"Yes?"
“To create people, you have to start by treating them as people.”
Robin kept his mouth shut.
I used to think it was normal to whistle “because he's going crazy” or “I can't control it.”
But is this really normal?
It is clear that the choice of Deyarin was dangerous.
However, humans do not control arousal by whistling.
It turns out that he did not see himself as a human being when he was entrusted with making people.
“And I was confident.”
“Were you confident? “You seem very upset.”
“But I had no doubt that we could stop it.”
Dearyn's eyes did not waver.
There was no need to compare Robin, whom I had seen briefly in passing, and Djaren, with whom I spent my daily life, as to which assessment would be more accurate.
Robin closed his mouth and a bitter taste in his mouth.
Does “this person” really want a real master, or does he want a mad dog from the 8th Division who is even good at pretending to be a master?
As a practitioner, there was no way to know.
* * *
Deyarin mumbled and opened the door to the room.
But the old warehouse door creaked loudly.
I tried to stop Sirius from waking up, but I failed.
“This is me.”
Although it was impossible for Sirius to recognize her, Dearyn spoke as if to confirm it.
Sirius was already sitting up and opening his eyes. It seemed that he was waiting for Dyaren.
Divine power overwhelmed him as if it was making him faint and fall asleep.
It would be nice if you could at least get some sleep for a long time.
Not only is it hard to see Sirius sleeping, I know he doesn't sleep well for long.
“Are you okay?”
"good condition."
Both people were covered in blood.
Charlotte, who was presented in the same way, was no ordinary person.
Dearyn was uncomfortable with the slowly hardening blood spots and was moving erratically.
Since Deyarin was not an ordinary priest, he did not scream or faint as if he was drenched in blood.
Rolling on the battlefield actually means physically rolling in a field of blood and filth.
The wounded were divided between priests and doctors.
It was customary to pray while covering the blood flowing from the patient's body.
On the battlefield, there was not enough water to drink, so many people had to sleep on the dirt floor.
So, today, I was able to move around without any worry, to the point of feeling a little uncomfortable.
But this was not a battlefield.
It was a palace with warm water and a private bathtub.
“Let's take a shower first.”
Sirius nodded and followed Dearren out of the warehouse.
No matter how much divine power I instilled in him, I was afraid that he would wake up while I was touring the palace, so I deliberately placed him in a remote warehouse.
On our way back, we passed the place where Sirius killed the assassins.
I thought maybe Sirius would have reacted by stimulating him again, but Sirius just passed by nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.
It seemed that he did not care about the enemies he had already dealt with.
“Master Sirius, wash up here.”
Since the palace was spacious, it had several bathrooms.
Diaren prepared a bath for everyone to wash in.
Sirius stared blankly at Dearyn's bathwater.
Soap and towels were also provided alongside.
It had a soft scent that was incomparable to that used in the military. It was a soap that looked like it was made from solid flowers.
Sirius held the soap for a while and then sniffed it.
I also touched the towel. It was so soft I felt like I was going to slide off.
Everything I experienced after leaving the front lines was so soft and fragrant.
I was afraid I would crush them with my hands like flowers being crushed at my feet.
The meals eaten daily were luxurious by Sirius' standards.
I don't know about Dyarin, but Sirius was never a government employee.
The food situation on the front lines does not always work properly. If supplies are cut off, they will starve.
During operations, eating a proper meal was especially important.
Therefore, the members of the Eighth Division were trained to survive anything in the wilderness.
In other words, it's training to eat anything.
In this palace, Sirius caught and ate more than ten mice.
So you don't have to eat anything special.
But Sirius would stand in front of the kitchen table at every meal without making a sound.
I did it even though I didn't have to.
Let me tell you what Deyarin taught me...
I did it because I liked it.
I like it, I don't like it.
It was a truly magical word.
Sirius looked at every nook and cranny of the bathroom on his own and cataloged them in his mind.
Tile wall. I hate.
Glass floor. I hate.
The woody scent of a wooden bathtub. I love.
The sound of water vapor condensing on the wall and turning into water droplets and falling. I hate.
In fact, I hate all kinds of sounds. I've never heard such a sweet voice before.
However, one has emerged recently.
The voice of Dyaren's heart.
The sound was very far away now.
Sirius quickly removed the blood and dust that stuck to his body and left the bathroom.
I was naked, and water was dripping all over my body.
It was a habit in the barracks.
To make it easier for military doctors to examine the wounds on my body, I did not put on my clothes until they were all dry after washing.
It was so normal that there was no thought about having to wear clothes immediately after washing or covering your naked body in front of others.
Sirius crossed the palace entrance this way.
It was not difficult to find the place where Deyarin was washing.
The only thing here that could make such a quiet sound was Dearyn's heart.
Even the sound of water, which was extremely annoying, was worth listening to because it was heard along with the sound of a heart
Two homes.
Sirius opened the bathroom door.
Deyarin, who was pouring water into the bathtub, froze without being surprised.
“!”
Since she is in the bathtub, it is natural for Dearyn to be naked and take off all her clothes.
Sirius was walking around naked after his shower.
Two naked people faced each other.
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