5. If you don’t want to be eaten, you have to feed it.
“W-What……”
“Keh!”
Ceres gasped and spit out the food he had stuffed in his mouth, on top of the piled-up food at that.
“What is it? What happened?”
Dialin was dumbfounded by the absurdity.
He’s not only a beast but in addition to it, now he’s also doing rude and strange things?
“Poison.”
“……Pardon?”
But what Ceres said was even more absurd.
Dumbfounded in another sense, Dialin felt crushed as if her soul was pulverized and even unable to escape her body.
“…poison?”
“Yes.”
Dialin opened her eyes and scrutinized the food. It looked completely normal. There was no strange smell.
But, poison?
“Is it really poison? That poison that kills you if you eat it?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know? Does it taste like poison?”
“Yes.”
If nothing else, this was the evaluation of a member raised in Division 8 that was known to be good at killing other people. Since knives aren’t the only thing that kills people, they might be able to identify poison as well.
Dialin calmly put the food back on the tray.
Whether the cook was the problem or someone else came in and left the poison, It was a matter of contacting Sorben.
“……I’ll bring something else.”
* * *
“Puh.”
But so were the others. At this point, it was not that food was poisoned, but that food was made with poison.
“Is there anything we can eat?”
“No.”
Poisoned parts were limited, but it could have spread to other parts so it was dangerous.
In the meantime, I was still hungry.
Then came a decisive sound that made Dialin make a choice.
Gyurururuk.
The sound of hunger echoed from Ceres’ stomach.
Dialin swallowed dry saliva.
You must not starve a sensitive animal.
“I will do something about it.”
Not knowing what to do, Dialin stood in the kitchen.
The kitchen had some ingredients in addition to the finished dishes. Hopefully, potatoes, carrots, and flour didn’t have poison mixed in with them.
“Good. I can do it.”
Dialin cheered herself up in a voice that lacked self-confidence.
There was a separate priest in charge of meals in the temple. The only cooking memories she had were in her early childhood before she was sent to the temple.
She was born into a barony, but they were so poor that they didn’t even have a maid.
Her mother and sister were in charge of cooking, and Dialin sometimes helped. Things like constantly stirring the soup or washing vegetables…
Other than that, I didn’t know.
“…Can I do it?”
As I stood in front of the food, my resolve shook.
But he couldn’t wait any longer.
In the meantime, Ceres’ stomach could still be growling. If I don’t want to be eaten, I have to prepare something to be eaten instead!
Dialin looked down at the ingredients as if she were looking at a terrifying object, before long she raised her knife as if she was determined.
Slice, cook, mix and it’ll be fine!
Dialin prayed as she poured flour over the badly cut carrots.
God, please let me make food for people.
Today, the faith that ran out has often returned.
* * *
“……This……what’s the difference between poison and…… I don’t know.”
Dialin, held out the plate with no confidence.
The difference between food and food waste was whether it was edible or not. In that respect, Dialin was not sure about the identity of the substance she had created.
It would be better if it was trash, but it smelled good enough to eat and not die.
Obviously, only human-eatable ingredients were added, so only God knows why the results came to this.
Ceres began to swallow the whole bowl without saying a word. There was no hesitation or rejection.
“?!”
Dialin looked down at the plate she had scooped up for herself in surprise.
It still had a stale smell and an awful look. It made Dialin lose her appetite just by looking and smelling it, but Ceres ate his share quite well.
‘Is the taste surprisingly good?!’
I was already tired of what I was seeing and didn’t even have the courage to test-taste it, so I smashed all the seasonings in it.
Dialin sighed and took a bite.
“…….”
The taste was predictable. Fortunately, it wasn’t to the point of vomiting. It had a terribly tasteless seasoning.
It could be eaten, but I wonder if it was right to live by eating this kind of thing.
“Is it okay to eat?”
“Yes.”
“……That’s fortunate.”
Ceres’ plate was already showing the bottom.
The person who was waiting for the food was eating it, but the person who made it can’t eat it.
And I was hungry.
Dialin shuffled a sigh into each spoon and pushed it into her mouth.
“……Ugh.”
But she couldn’t even empty the bowl.
How can it taste worse the more I eat it?
To think that my tongue would be paralyzed while eating something I made was beyond erroneous expectation. I was even more sorry for complaining that I can’t eat because it’s not tasty in front of someone who eats well.
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All the more so as the person who made the food.
“I’ll just go to my room and eat.”
Dialin got up with her plate as if running away.
“Good night!”
And ran away.
Today, too much happened.
It was the first day we met, and I almost died of a bite, I even treated a crazy dog trying to kill me, I almost died from poison, and even cooked something I had never done in my life.
If I do anything more than this, it is not polite to me.
God said to give love.
Dialin decided to give herself love for a change.
“Okay, I’ve done enough.”
The hallway leading to the room was long.
She just thoughtlessly took the prettiest room as her own, but coincidentally, it was the furthest from the room where Ceres was hiding.
The farther away, the more comfortable I felt.
This was the real taste of getting off work!
Dialin washed up, changed into pajamas, and jumped into bed.
“Wow! Even with my limbs stretched out, there’s still bed left!”
People are so simple.
Lying in a huge bed that I have never used in my life, I feel as if this life was okay.
Dialin swam over the bed, floundering with excitement by herself.
Rolled left and then right, and even after doing the gymnastics up and down, the spacious bed still had empty space.
“Yes, it’s a life-threatening job, this level of welfare is sure to follow.”
Even on the battlefield, she slept in a dormitory that barely covered the walls. This was the welfare of the heavenly realm.
The good welfare raised the motivation that had not existed from the beginning. It’s not an order to kill the caretaker for overwork, it’s a job that compensates for a broken life.
Let’s work hard and make a great young master with our own hands!
A world where whales dance and cats jump rope. It’s a bit crazy, but it’s not impossible for a dog to become a human.
‘Then let’s see……tomorrow, I will heal the wounds of the body……Oh, I need to contact the staff. The meal….’
Tired, Darrin fell asleep like fainting before she could organize her thoughts. It was a heavy sleep as if it would become tomorrow morning with a blink of her eyes.
* * *
“Ugh….”
It was dark for a morning.
Dialin rubbed her puffy eyes.
It seems like it’s still in the middle of the night, so why did I wake up?
I thought I had just woken up, and I was about to lie down again, but at the end of my dim gaze, I saw something.
Instinctively, I woke up and opened my eyes.
“……S-Sir C, Ceres?”
Ceres stood in the open door.
Dialin jumped up.
What’s going on at this time in the night.
It was a strange time, even if someone knocks and ask me to open the door, but he opens the door with his own hands and keeps looking at me sleeping.
……look at……rather, it was closer to glaring.
It was then that Dialin discovered that Ceres’ energy was unusual.
There was killing intent in his eyes.
In an instant, the tension was so high that her mouth was parched.
‘There’s something unusual about this.’
Dialin reflexively reached for the whistle she had placed on the bedside nightstand.
I could see Ceres flinching at that sight.
It seems that this was terribly frightening.
I held the whistle for emergencies but will use it according to the situation.
Dialin, too, was not happy to see a person pass out because of strangulation at a single blow of the whistle.
“What happened?”
“……”
Before speaking, Ceres caught his breath, staring at the whistle held in Dialin’s hand. It didn’t look like it, but he was about to explode.
After taking a deep breath, Ceres barely spoke in a suppressed voice.
“Loud.”
“……What?”
I didn’t do anything but hold the whistle? Don’t tell me that even the sound of my breathing is noisy?
“Breath.”
……Is it really the sound of my breathing?
“Did I scream while sleeping?”
“Snoring.”
“…….”
Dialin bowed her head in embarrassment and regret.
“Sorry….”
This was something normal to apologize for, even if the other person was not Ceres.
“I don’t usually snore, but sometimes when I’m very tired or nervous, it seems like I do….I’m really sorry if you woke up because of me…”
Dialin, who was talking to him, suddenly noticed something strange.
Her room was so far from Cere’s room that one couldn’t even hear her scream. But even then, he woke up and came running because of the sound of my snoring?
“Can you hear me snoring in your room?”
“I can hear.”
“Nonsense.”
“I can hear. It’s too loud.”
……I was terribly sorry, but no matter how much I thought about it, it was unlikely that the snoring would reach his room.
“I don’t think you can hear me breathing…….”
“Yes.”
“……Can you hear me?”
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Ceres, who had already been unable to sleep and felt uncomfortable, became even more vicious due to my repeated questions.
Dialin also became contemplative accordingly.
I think he can really hear me.
But how can a person’s hearing be so good?
Could it be that even ‘Dog’ from ‘Crazy Dog’ was real?