I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 166

CHAPTER 166

“Is that what you think too?”

Pendrade grimaced.

“At first, I thought I was mistaken. But no matter how much I examine it, I can feel the faint power of a deity, and it’s shaped like a sickle. That thing.”

“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”

I nodded.

“This is part of a sickle.”

The handle was gone, and the blade itself was heavily damaged, but it still maintained its curve, so I could tell.

“And if it’s a deity and a sickle, there’s only Gaia’s sickle.”

During the chaotic era when the heavens, earth, and sea were separated.

Gaia persecuted her own children, the Titans, and imprisoned her husband in darkness, wanting revenge against the heavens.

So she made a sickle for her son and the divine father used the sickle Gaia made to cleave the heavens.

And he was chased away and disappeared by the gods.

It was a famous story. 

But at the same time, it was one of the forgotten tales.

Because it’s been so long.

“I’ve never heard what happened to the sickle after that……”

Until now, it existed.

“But that’s not the problem.”

Pendrade hardened his face.

“Lottie Paeon. You know about it, right? There are few ways to strike a blow against a god.”

“Almost none.”

Except if gods fight each other.

Attacking the god imbued in a relic.

“Yeah, but Gaia’s sickle. It’s the sickle that cleaved the heavens from the beginning.”

“Huh?”

“It’s also a sickle made from the start to cleave the heavens.”

“That means……”

“It’s an item that can kill a god, Lottie.”

The thought of being able to murder a god sent shivers down my spine.

Pendrade scratched his head.

“I thought it wouldn’t work with gods for sure, but I thought maybe if we cut a relic imbued with the power of a god, it might.”

Then Pendrade muttered something else.

So he snuck in here, and guess it’s a no-go.

He said it was difficult to steal it from the rare.

Suddenly, he remembered something while talking to me. 

There was also an empty pocket next to it.

Those words went in one ear and out the other.

Because there was straw in it.

“…Detmé’s relic.”

Yeah, that’s right.

Five years ago, shortly after I regained my memory, didn’t the ritual fail in Detmé’s temple?

And I found out the relic had disappeared.

The relic that was supposed to have a real relic in its place was fake.

There was even a real relic fragment inside.

‘Detmé said it seemed like the work of evil gods.’

After the ritual, didn’t Detmé, imbued in the relic I planted in the vegetable garden, grab me and complain?

<I didn’t find them!! But I have my suspicions.>

“Who is it?”

<Evil god, who else. Frankly, I’m suspicious of evil god. Honestly, they’re the only ones who could damage a relic in the mortal realm.>

“I think so too.”

<Of course, right? But the problem is why did they switch the relics… Even if they took my relic, it wouldn’t be of any help. Why did they take it?>

“Maybe they wanted to somehow exploit Detmé’s power? Like using the relic to attract Detmé’s followers?”

<Yeah, even if they took my relic. My relic wouldn’t shine properly in the hands of another god, right? Even if they attract followers, it would be temporary.>

Why on earth did they take it, why?

If they got caught trying to swap relics, it would only increase the risk.

Why did they take it, risking such danger?

I didn’t know the answer either. 

So I let it go, and it was a problem even for Detmé, saying, ‘I’ll have to look into it.’

“So that was the answer.”

“What?”

“That was the answer.”

Now I understood. 

I raised my head abruptly and looked at Pendrade. 

Pendrade, surprised, opened his eyes wide.

“You said you got this from the rare of Dragon Lord, right?”

“Uh, um….”

“And you said there was an empty pocket next to it.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Could that have been another part of Gaia’s sickle?”

The size of the sickle presumed to have been made by Gaia was large.

Above all, since it was a sickle meant to ‘swing’ and cleave the heavens, it wouldn’t be small.

So there was a possibility that another blade existed.

“The evil god took part of the blade.”

The evil god verified the power of that blade through Detmé’s relic.

So a fragment of the real relic could come out of the fake relic.

‘Was meeting Gaia related to this as well?’

Not just to draw her to their side?

“Ha.”

I exhaled shortly.

“So this was the reason for their arrogance.”

It was a sickle made from the beginning to cleave the gods.

Moreover, Gaia’s husband, the former ruler of the heavens, cursed the sickle after it cleaved the heavens.

A curse that another child would cleave.

‘It makes sense.’

Wasn’t the current god, taking the place of his own father and the one who cleaved the former ruler of the heavens?

Ha…

“Hey, hey! Are you hurt?”

Pendrade’s cry brought my hand into view.

How tightly had I been gripping the blade, the blade with melted edges was digging into my hand.

Red drops fell, dripping onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” 

Carefully releasing my clenched fingers, Pendrade asked.

“It’s not good. I’ll go get some medicine.”

Pendrade shrunk down, then quickly returned in the appearance of an apprentice priest.

“Here, got it?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded, still fixed on the blade.

Right, there was something that could be sent off like this.

I wrapped the blade back in leather and meticulously fastened the straps.

As I was hastily cleaning up the flowing blood, there was a knock, and the door opened.

“Master, your meal…”

Lionel’s eyes widened as he came in holding a tray of food in one hand.

“Are you hurt?”

Lionel, who had placed my meal on the table as my share, immediately approached me. 

“What on earth happened?” 

Lionel’s face turned pale as he examined my hand, where blood was oozing from the wound. 

He seemed indifferent when it was he who got hurt. 

I chuckled softly. 

“It’s my fault. I gripped it too tightly. It’s nothing serious.”

“It’s nothing? Please don’t joke like that, Master.” 

Lionel frowned as if troubled, then looked away. 

I gently wiped Lionel’s cheek with my uninjured hand. 

“Okay. I won’t say that again next time. Will you help me apply the medicine?”

“…Yes.”

“In the bag with the yellow ribbon tied to the handle, there’s an ointment for wounds.”

Just in case. 

I should use that and put the ointment Pendrade brought in the bag instead.

Lionel obediently took out the medicine and bandages and began to treat my hand. 

After wiping the blood and applying the ointment, he wrapped it with bandages. 

Lionel, making sure the bandage wouldn’t come loose, pressed his lips carefully to my palm. 

“Don’t hurt. Don’t get hurt.”

“Got it.” 

I smiled faintly. 

Lionel still kept his lips on my palm, only lifting his gaze to look at me. 

There was a resentful look in his eyes as if questioning if this was something to smile about. 

Underneath that, there was affection, so I laughed again.

“….”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” 

I wiped my mouth with my free hand, not the one Lionel was holding. 

“By the way, did you bring my meal? Thank you for that.”

“Yes.”

It seemed like saying anything now would be useless. 

Lionel took a step back. 

“The apprentice priest assigned to you didn’t bring it, so I brought it.”

He cleared his throat and glanced around. 

“The maid seems to be asleep, and where’s that guy?”

“That guy? No, before that, is Betty sleeping?”

“I hear snoring.”

Lionel gestured with his chin to listen. 

I quietly leaned towards Betty’s room. 

“Mmmm…….”

A strange sound could be heard. 

It was loud enough to make me wonder why I didn’t hear it earlier. 

I opened the door slightly, and sure enough.

“Kahhhhhh.”

Betty was lying in the corner of the bed, snoring loudly. 

Her bag was open, and items were scattered around. 

She must have lain down for a moment while organizing her things and ended up falling asleep like that.

Well, traveling can be tiring. 

Betty had a hard time with motion sickness in the beginning.

‘If you’re going to sleep, lie down properly.’

I gently laid Betty properly on the bed and covered her with a blanket. 

“I’ll do it.”

Huh? I was about to leave after covering her with the blanket, but suddenly Betty murmured.

“I’ll, um, do it, so Lady Lottie, you just…”

Whoa! Betty, who had been sleep-talking for a while, furrowed her brow.

“I’ll do it!”

…Okay, you do that.

I don’t know what dream she was having, but it seemed like she was dreaming of me taking over her job. 

If you’re going to dream, dream something nice, why dream about working even in your dreams?

Shaking my head, I turned around.

‘Anyway, Betty seems to be secretly addicted to work…’

Wait a minute. She said she’d do it. She told me to stay put.

‘Mmhm.’

That should do it.

I smiled with the corner of my lips lifted.