Chapter 2: 2

2. The Dog Who Became a Hero

Dialin saw it with her own eyes, how insanely mad those crazy dogs were

However, it was also true that thanks to those crazy dogs, the war ended quickly and with victory.

A national hero needed appropriate treatment akin to their new rank. Of course, appropriate titles and rewards will be given……but there’s another problem right there.

The dogs of Division 8 are so crazy that they cannot even be released into society as they are.

So, the task of training those crazy dogs and making them normal enough to debut as young masters of society fell to the temple.

And the Temple must already have received the budget now that the new job was decided.

Dialin, the priest who had to actually work for it, cried.

“Hey, this sh……”

Dialin wept as she left the temple, but she couldn’t even cry in the carriage.

“Once again, I would like to express my gratitude to the Priest who took charge.”

Because there was one other person besides Dialin in the moving wagon.

Ruben Tariq.

A staff member of the Raklion Army and the third son of Count Tariq.

To sum up his situation, his personal skills were outstanding, but after the war, he has nothing to do with the family, so he became in charge of cleaning up the 8th Division.

“I was just following the will of God.”

Dialin chewed and swallowed her tears and gave a formal answer. Ruben nodded his head as if he understood everything.

“Even though it was God’s will, it would not have been an easy decision on a personal level.”

Dialin just smiled instead of answering.

This was like being scammed by a temple. She got tangled with a top-secret task, so if she wants to quit, she’ll have to be detained until the end of the job. In other words, it was meant to go to jail.

Do you want to go to jail or risk your life to work?

Both were terrible options.

‘If I had a good family, I would never have to suffer like this!’

It was unfair, but I wasn’t born that way, so I have nothing to say. It was said that all priests are equal before God, but only before God and not so much in the temple.

Among the priests, it was rare for a divine power to be manifested like in Dialin’s case.

If she had a good family, she would have walked the path of promotion showered with success, but the reality is that only her strength is being sucked away here and there.

“The only one I can rely on is the priest. Take good care of me.”

“…..I’ll try to do as much as I can.”

Which would be faster: to die from hard work or to be beaten to death by a hysterical warrior.

While Dialin was having this delusion, the carriage drove for quite some time towards the outskirts of the temple located in the middle of the city.

The mansion was arranged in a quiet place near the capital. It was a wise choice of location because you never know what would happen if the crazy dog is released in the middle of the city.

Because it was a suburb, the site was spacious. Even after going through the main gate, the mansion with the white roof was visible only after crossing the forest and lake.

‘Even if one person dies, no one will see it…’

It was built for that purpose.

As I lived my life looking all over the world, I could clearly see the dark intentions even if I pretended not to.

There are many temples and many priests.

For Dialin, a priest with no background and no authority, the world doesn’t care whether she goes missing or dies in an unexpected accident at work.

‘I have to survive.’

From now on, I’ll be living alone with that crazy dog in that mansion. I wish he could be a dog that understands people to some extent.

Dialin gathered the dregs of faith that had been blown away in the storm and prayed to God. Of course, she didn’t have high expectations that God would listen.

“This is a minimal procedure for safety, but….”

Just before arriving at the entrance to the mansion, Ruben carefully reached out his hand.

Dialin accepted it because it was given.

“Whistle?”

It was a whistle that could be hung like a necklace. It was made both of wood and metal. It looked like something that had been specially processed.

“The existence of this item, like Division 8, is top secret. It must never be seen by other people, nor should it be known that such objects exist.”

What is it?

Dialin analyzed the object in her palm.

It was just a whistle.

After looking into it for a long time, she felt a little strange. Dialin thought she would know for sure if she blew it. She brought the whistle to her mouth, and Ruben hurriedly stopped her.

“Only use it in an emergency.”

“When?”

“It’s a whistle developed to subdue our puppies when they get too excited.”

Dialin looked down at the whistle again.

That special feeling means it was specially processed for ‘that’.

There was not much to see from Division 8, because they were deliberately separated from other units and did not visit the priest for injuries.

Dialin had also seen them passing by a few times after battle.

Division 8 members were more like animals than people.

A ferocious gaze that only looked ahead, a menacing gesture that seemed to rush in and tear everything apart at any moment.

The 8th Division that remained in Dialin’s memory was like that.

I was curious about how they managed to control them, and this was the answer.

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The 8th Division members were not only nicknamed dogs but were actually treated like one. Now that they are heroes, it would be difficult for this fact to be known outside.

We must convince those who do not know the circumstances of the battlefield to believe that our heroes were heroes from the moment they were born.

Dialin bitterly laughed.

I’ve already stepped into the conspiracy.

“I recommend using it properly, but….”

“I’ll do well on my own. Until I make a young master out of the patient.”

“Thank you very much.”

I would think that my hardships is one of the most difficult sufferings in the world, but the more the identity of the 8th Division was revealed, the sadder it became.

However, in the future, he will become a prosperous master and live well. Even if he struggled when he was young, there was a guarantee that he would live well in old age, which was rather enviable.

Ruben’s explanation continued.

“People in charge of meals, cleaning, and laundry work in a commuting system. Cleaning and laundry are once a week, and meals are brought out in the mornings, once every two days. You will seldom meet face-to-face.”

It was complete isolation.

“There will be guards at the entrance to the mansion, so if anything happens, call the guards.”

“Are they going to help when something comes up?”

“…The whistle would be more helpful.”

The guards at the front door either come in to pick up the corpses, or they are the ones who will lie down with the corpses. In this mansion, Dialin had to somehow manage to do well on her own.

“We can generously provide any support, so if you need anything, you can tell the security guard at the main gate or leave a note to the person coming to work and it will be delivered to you.”

Meanwhile, the carriage stopped in front of the mansion’s front door.

Ruben opened the carriage door by hand and sent Dialin away with a strong smile.

“Well then, I look forward to your kind cooperation.”

It was a very kind voice.

***

Dialin took a breath in front of the entrance with a simple luggage bag. The carriage has long since left.

There was no way back.

‘Let’s go in!’

Even if she drags out here, he will not naturally become a young master by himself. Dialin clenched her fists and gave one last breath before opening the front door.

As soon as she opened the door, she thought of the crazy dog rushing in.

“……?”

It was quiet in the mansion.

‘Is there really someone in here?’

The mansion was spacious and quiet. There was no sound except for the sound of footsteps ringing with every step Dialin took.

‘Is he not here yet…?’

That could have happened. There might be a problem because they can go crazy while moving.

‘Then, shall we look for the room first?’

The mansion was a two-story structure. A long hallway stretched out on either side of the main hall on the first floor, and the same was the case up the stairs on the second floor.

There were doors on either side of the hallway, making it difficult to look around one by one.

Dialin opened the nearest door first.

It was a parlor.

Furniture such as tables and sofas were also fully furnished. The wallpaper on the ceiling and walls was gorgeous, perhaps to the taste of the previous owner.

She looked around once and moved to the next room.

The mansion looked luxurious and large from the outside, but it was even more amazing on the inside.

“Wow…….”

Dialin opened her mouth wide and looked at the mansion.

It was the first time she had seen such a large and luxurious room.

The room that Dialin used in the temple was a small coffin-sized space, she was embarrassed to even call that a bedroom.

There was a narrow bed where your arms will fall off if you don’t sleep in an alert posture. The only thing in the room was a floor narrow enough for only one person to come and go, and a drawer the size of two palms next to the bed.

There was a joke she used to say, that the temple was asking for the priests to go with the believers hand in hand inside the coffin and to the afterlife.

However, the rooms in this mansion were all large and beautiful, regardless of which room she opened.

Some rooms were pink from the door, and pink flowers were painted all over the room, while others were filled with fresh mint color. There were heavy rooms filled with antique oak furnishings, and others were elegant purple rooms.

Compared to her little coffin, they were all palaces.

Such luxury was not expected. I was just thinking about suffering, but the working environment was better than anticipated.

Excited, Dialin completely forgot about the target she had to meet in the future and opened the last remaining white door.

“…Gasp.”

Dialin’s face, who was smiling brightly from excitement, froze as it was.

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An all-white room caught her eye.

The ceiling is white, the floor is white, and the furniture is white.

But they were all torn to shreds, broken and rolling on the floor. It was a view of a room where everything was smashed.

And there was a man crouching in the corner of such a room.

He was the crazy dog.

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