Turning a Crazy Dog into a Young Master - Chapter 6

6. I can see why you’re crazy.

Maybe he’s even more sensitive than dogs.

Since dogs can still live with humans.

I had to send him back to sleep again, but I was also worried that he would run to me because of my breathing or snoring.

“Even if I tell you to go back and have a good night…You can’t sleep, right?”

There was only certainly and no sign of drowsiness in those gleaming eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, Dialin softly beckoned to Ceres, still standing at the doorstep.

Ceres just stared at her, as if he didn’t understand her hand gestures.

“Come on in.”

“?”

“If we’re not going to sleep right away, let’s sit down and talk. Talking can relieve tension and make you fall asleep.”

She was also wide awake now.

Since she was like this anyway, she thought it would be better to take the time to get to know him even a little.

As Dialin pointed to a table and chair on one side of the room, Ceres meekly sat in the chair.

The sitting posture was upright like a human body model. His spine was straight to the extent that bone specialists would admire how beautiful it was.

“And to make some tea…It’s annoying.”

The tea set was placed on one side of the room.

However, she had to go to the kitchen to boil water. It was very troublesome. There was a bit of clean water remaining from the water she used to clean.

Dialin glanced at Ceres as she poured water into the teapot.

“Don’t be surprised.”

Ceres just tilted his head because nothing had happened yet.

Dialin placed the teapot on her hands and closed her eyes.

And not after long, the water boiled in an instant.

“!”

It was then that Ceres opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“A battle priest?”

“No, I’m not one.”

There were different types of priests.

She was ‘Normal priest’ who applied to become a priest and received a theological education course.

Thanks to the advantage of not going hungry because these priests are served meals, the number of applicants increased as the war lasted longer. Rumor has it that there are so many applicants that the theology curriculum is now paid, and the rate of dropouts for exams is pretty high.

Dialin was also a ‘Normal priest’ who came in like this, but in her case, divine power was later manifested.

In some cases, people are born with divine powers and are scouted as priests regardless of their theological education.

They are called a ‘Real priest’, revered by the public and cherished in temples.

However, that doesn’t mean their life is in full bloom.

If the normal priests fill the Temple’s stomach with manual and mental labor, the real priests are sucked dry of their divine power to fill the Temple’s stomach with a little more sustenance. 

A priest who should aim for a life of poverty will never have their tummy full.

Albeit there were priests who get paid bribes to take care of people’s business, Dialin did not have such business skills.

Finally, there is a priest with special divine power, the so-called ‘Battle priest’.

Divine power is mostly expressed as a healing power. However, very rarely, there are people who can exert power other than healing power, such as telekinesis or firepower. 

Broadly speaking, they belong to the category of ‘real priests’, but they are usually deployed in battle and were nicknamed ‘Battle priests’.

Hearing skills like telekinesis and firepower alone have a big impact, but there is a limit to the divine power a person has.

Even the priest who had the nickname “God’s most beloved child” with the strongest divine power in history could not bring the dead back to life. No matter how powerful the divine power was, there were things that could and could not be cured.

Battle priests, at best, were quicker than hand-lighting guns or were able to strike with more precision rather than bow soldiers.

But they were unconditionally sent to the front line. Despite being popular and getting quickly promoted. There was a high probability of dying much sooner.

Dialin didn’t want to gamble with her life. Therefore, she hid it.

“It’s a secret.”

To whom and where is Ceres going to speak about it? Also, if people share a secret, they become closer.

Dialin squinted one of her eyes as she poured the brewed tea into a teacup.

Ceres nodded his head with a puzzled look.

“Oh, can I turn on the light?”

“…Yes.”

Ceres admitted with an unwilling but patient tone. 

The lamp’s fire was also lit with divine power. Using firepower was better than trying to light it with small sparks made from a stone, so once a big flame went up it calmed down.

“…huk.”

Ceres reacted sharply in an instant.

“Should I turn it off?” 

Dialin was tensed and at the same time quickly prepared to cover the fire with her palm.

He is a person who ferociously rushes to her because of snoring, she should have turned on the fire a little more carefully. 

Dialin looked at Ceres while on guard.

“……”

Ceres didn’t say ‘yes’.

He was wary of the flame for a moment, but it didn’t seem that he went on attack mode since it was not a sound.

Phew, Dialin breathed a sigh of relief.

“Please, have some. Warming up can ease your nerves.” 

Since he was just looking at the teacup Dialin told him what to do, but then he tried to drink it all at once, much like what he did with dinner.

“Slowly, one sip at a time, savoring the scent.”

Dialin hurriedly stopped him from chugging it down, but half of the teacup was already empty.

Ceres glanced at her and slowly let the tea pass his throat.

Gu…lp.

He didn’t seem to really taste nor smell the tea, he didn’t know what to do. He was just doing it because Dialin told him to drink slowly.

His first try won’t be satisfactory.

With that one sip, Dialin decided to be satisfied for today.

Perhaps because warm liquid was inside his stomach. Ceres’ face looked a little loose. 

“Are you feeling better?” 

“A little bit.”

“That’s fortunate.”

It’s the same feeling as seeing a dog wandering the street eating the piece of bread she offered. It’s like being proud as a living thing.

“Can you still hear other sounds besides my breathing?”

“Yes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Three birds outside the window are waking up and moving branches. Five mice. The guards at the main gate are taking turns.”

“…Can you hear all of that?”

Dialin opened her mouth wide.

Ceres nodded his head.

“How do you do that?”

“Training.”

“…Can you do that with training?”

“Yes.”

He was a man who had spent most of his life on the battlefield since childhood.

Nothing is more important than killing the enemy and surviving himself. He would have had to hear better, see better, and move better than others in order to survive.

In battle, sensitivity is good for survival, but is it necessary to be sensitive to this level?

Dialin was a little confused.

“How can you not go crazy listening to all of those sounds….”

As she said those words, a realization came.

“……Oh, is that why you’re crazy?” 

I finally understood the cause that made him become a crazy dog.

People can’t help but go crazy when they hear everything like that.

* * *

Birds in the early morning chirped cheerfully.

“…Morning…”

Dialin looked out the bluish window and muttered blankly.

I couldn’t sleep all night.

She gave Ceres tea, after he calmed down she infused him with divine power and sent him back to sleep.

After that, Ceres never attacked again.

But that’s when Dialin’s nerves began to flutter. 

She couldn’t even breathe easily at the thought that every sound of her movements would reach Ceres’ ears.

‘How did I breathe?!’

The day dawned as I repeatedly and awkwardly breathed in and breathed out while worrying about it all night. 

I couldn’t even breathe and my head was pounding as a result.

The chirping of birds, which would normally have felt refreshing, was like an awl piercing through my head.

“Ugh…”

Dialin, who was moaning while clutching her head, hastily covered her mouth.

What if, like her, Ceres hadn’t slept well enough?

He might get up and rush here because of sounds like this.

People who can’t sleep become sensitive. It was terrifying to imagine that Ceres, who was already sensitive, became even more so.

Ceres’ growl could be heard as an auditory hallucination.

Today really could be the last day of my life.

‘What should I do….’

I didn’t have the courage to get up and check it out.

While Dialin was thinking about it, she heard a gurgling noise from my stomach. Yesterday’s last meal was a substance she managed to create which was halfway between terrible food and garbage. I brought it to my room, but I couldn’t eat it until the end, so I left almost everything.

Hungry all night, the hungry belly begged for something to eat quickly.

I’m sure Ceres is hungry by now. 

‘…Ah!’

I just have to feed him right away!

When a person is full, your nerves are relaxed.

Seeing what he ate yesterday, he seems to eat well no matter what I give, so let’s feed him breakfast first.

Having found a way, Dialin moved swiftly. 

Quickly doing her morning cleaning routine was already ingrained in her body.

Whether in the temple or on the battlefield, speed was life.

Even though she had just woken up, it took her an instant to become a priest who looked no different than usual.

‘Oh right.’

Since it is an emergency state since morning, I forgot many things.

Dialin, who was heading straight to the kitchen, turned around and headed towards the front gate.

The guards at the front gate were delighted to find Dialin. 

“Good morning! Oh, you look so pale…You must have worked hard all night.”

“Haha…ha.”

I did, hard work.

In response to Dialin’s helpless laugh, each guard let their imaginations run.

“Isn’t it usually difficult to use divine power? It looks like you’re doing it with more care because you are treating the wounds of a war hero.”

“Ha ha ha….”

Yes. You don’t even know that the war hero is a crazy dog.

Dialin barely managed to cover up the choking remarks that welled up inside her with a bleak laugh.

How did these guys get hired for this dangerous job?

They think their main duty is blocking the enemy from the outside, but the bitter truth is the contrary, their main task will be to stop Ceres from running rampant from the inside.

In her case, it was semi-forced, but she at least applied knowingly, but they were guarding The Reaper without knowing anything.

A bitter bond of suffering together arose in Dialin’s heart.

“How come you came all the way here when you are this tired? Anything you need?”

“Ah, I have something to pass on to Ruben.”

“What do you want me to say?” 

Dialin, who opened her mouth, paused.