I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 168

CHAPTER 168

It feels like her head is going to split open. 

Disguised as an ordinary human, Achel grabbed her head. 

For several months now, she’s been suffering from unbearable pain, feeling like her head is going to split open. 

No matter what medicine she takes or who she meets, this pain doesn’t go away.

“Make good use of the information in your head.”

“… Dog, son of a bitch.”

“My master will be pleased.”

Lionel, bathed in moonlight, smiled so beautifully, so genuinely.

“I didn’t know you’d be this useful, Achel.”

‘…I’ll kill you.’

Next time they meet, she’ll kill him!!

“Achel.”

“……!!”

Achel quickly raised her head. Her god was calling her.

“Is your head still hurting?”

“I’m fine.”

Achel smiled broadly.

“It’s just a little annoying.”

“Okay.”

Hmm, the evil god’s gaze softened. 

The evil god approached Achel with light steps, like walking on water.

“It hasn’t been hurting for long, has it? Are you still reluctant for me to take care of you?”

Kind words, followed by even kinder strokes on the cheek.

“Well.”

Achel’s eyes wavered restlessly under the sweet kindness.

If her god were to take care of her, she’d be better off. 

Isn’t her god almighty? 

But she didn’t want that. 

She didn’t want to think of herself as a burden. 

Especially now, with the hostage in sight. 

Don’t be more troublesome at a time like this. 

Achel smiled at her god.

“I’m fine. I’ll get better soon.”

“…Okay.”

The evil god’s hand withdrew. 

If only the evil god had stroked a bit more. 

Achel blinked with regret.

“Then rest, Achel.”

“May Primus rest comfortably too.”

Achel, showing deep respect for her god, left the room.

“Ugh!”

Just a few steps and the headache started again.

‘I’ll kill you.’

The urge to live with pain surged. 

When they meet again, she’ll kill him!

Thud! Achel roughly hit the wall.

“…What?”

Someone was standing amidst the blurred vision.

“Why are you here?”

Achel’s face contorted with pain and confusion.

It was Raaz.

As always, he stood with his white hair flowing and an expressionless face.

“What’s the matter?”

“Is the god inside?”

“He’s resting, so don’t bother him.”

“There’s something I need to tell him.”

“……?”

Achel’s face twisted with pain and curiosity.

He wasn’t someone who spoke so much normally.

Was this guy the same guy who couldn’t talk originally, brought by the god one day? 

Or did he have some reason like they did?

Whatever it was, he rarely spoke unless it was necessary.

He spoke only a few words a week.

‘He didn’t even stand out much.’

He ignored whoever called him.

They hardly saw him eating or sleeping.

He just stood still, looking at one place.

Raaz only moved when the god called him.

Was that why?

Raaz had been following the god for quite some time, but Achel still found him cumbersome and wary. 

‘If it weren’t for his loyalty to the god, I’d advise kicking him out.’

His magical abilities seemed somewhat exceptional, but other than that, there was nothing special about him. 

What exactly made the god favor him so much? 

Gripping her throbbing head, Achel reluctantly replied.

“The god said he’s resting. So, leave.” 

“I need to meet him.” 

“So, why exactly?” 

Finally exploding, Achel raised her voice sharply. 

“I don’t know what’s going on, but tell him in the morning. You know he likes to sort his thoughts out alone at this time!” 

“There’s a wanderer.” 

“…What?” 

Raaz’s gaze narrowed. 

He turned his head listlessly towards somewhere. 

“There’s a wanderer in this temple.” 

Wanderer. Right, in this life, the wanderer was of the nobility of Pandelion. 

So, it wasn’t strange for her to be here. 

During the rituals of the gods, important guests often came from various places. 

“Wait, does that guy also exist? Lionel, that betrayer!” 

“……” 

As if searching, Raaz closed his eyes and slowly opened them. 

“He does.” 

“……!!”

Achel smiled at this revelation. 

At the same time, she gripped the dagger hidden in her clothes. 

However, she had to relax her grip due to what followed. 

“And there is a dragon.” 

“…A dragon?” 

There wouldn’t be many dragons meddling in the affairs of humans. 

‘We don’t want to mess with our kind and have the Dragon Lord find out.’

Five years ago, Achel had infiltrated the lair of Dragon Lord and stole a part of Gaia’s sickle. 

For some reason, thanks to the Lord’s focus on something, it was easy to both steal and hide the stolen item. 

‘But messing with our kind will disturb his focus for nothing. It’s not worth it.’

Even for a moment, if the Dragon Lord’s concentration was broken, he would realize something was missing from his lair. 

“Can you tell what kind of dragon it is?” 

“It feels familiar.” 

“Huh?” 

“…Yeah, it feels familiar.” 

“That’s not what I want to know!” 

Despite Achel shouting again, Raaz just stared blankly somewhere before turning away and disappearing. 

‘What the heck?’

Forgetting about her headache now, Achel watched Raaz’s disappearing figure. 

‘Didn’t he have something to tell the god?’

It’s the first time he’s been so obstinate, but he’s disappearing so easily? 

“Hmph.” 

As if reminding himself not to forget, Achel wiped the cold sweat and muttered.

“I’ll kill him…!!”

* * *

‘I slept well.’

Despite being in a place almost like enemy territory, hand in hand with an evil god, I wondered if I could sleep well. 

‘I slept excessively well.’

I slept so deeply that I forgot the fact that I was in enemy territory. 

‘I’m a bit tired though.’

It was a long journey, and Lionel and I had secretly slipped away to the elven village in the middle. 

“You’re awake…” 

And Betty was the same. 

“I brought water for washing up.” 

Betty, with swollen eyes from sleeping too much, fumbled with the water for washing up. 

“You slept well, Betty.” 

“Yes, I feel refreshed. I didn’t even dream.” 

Betty, stretching comfortably, started to lower her head as she looked around. 

“But, um. I couldn’t tidy up yesterday and fell asleep…” 

“It’s okay. You need to sleep well.” 

Children need good sleep to grow well. 

“Instead, help me dress nicely today.” 

When I smiled with my swollen eyes, Betty, barely able to open her eyes, laughed softly. 

So cute. 

“Excuse me, Your Highness. I’ve brought the meal.” 

It was fortunate that when Pendrade returned as an apprentice priest with our share of the meal, our swollen eyes had subsided. 

Betty twinkled her eyes and accepted the meal. 

“Thank you, priest. I could have gone to get my share.” 

“No need, I had to come anyway. Oh, and Your Highness, the High Priest has something to say about the ritual.” 

“Ah.” 

I smiled broadly. 

“So, what did the High Priest say?” 

“He said that you were right to ask last night.”

What I asked last night.

Naturally, I hadn’t asked the High Priest anything yesterday. 

I just stopped Pendrade who was leaving the room and asked if any guests had arrived last night. 

But someone did arrive. 

I chuckled. 

Fundamentally, what I and the evil god aimed for was the same. 

It was the favor of the god. 

Such an evil god wouldn’t miss this ritual involving the god’s relic. 

‘But he’ll try to come as late as possible, as it wouldn’t be good to stand out.’

However, if he entered after the ritual had begun, it would draw attention in its own way. 

‘I thought he’d come last night, and I was right.’

I ran my fingers through my hair and raised one corner of my lips haughtily. 

Pentas, evil god, Gaia’s sickle, god’s relic, ritual, those who move mysteriously… 

Several words floated around in my mind. 

How should I follow this up? 

‘I can’t use Gaia’s sickle right away, but…’

I reached out and picked up the Pentas lying on the table. 

‘I can use this right away, right?’

Let’s see if I can get a hold of one of the gods’ holy relics with this.

* * *

<Father.>

The god, momentarily closing his eyes on the throne of the divine realm, opened them at the sound calling him.

<The ritual at your temple will soon begin. The devotees are waiting, calling for you, Father.>

<……>

<You mentioned that this ritual is important.>

<Indeed.>

The gaze of the deity pierced through the clouds, reaching far to his temple. 

More precisely, it was fixed on the wanderer standing in the temple garden. 

Well-devoured. Perfectly ripened. 

Despite experiencing side effects and controlling the wheel of life, the fruit that had been waiting to ripen for thousands of years had finally fully ripened.

<Today is an important day.>

Today, he would create the perfect nectar with it.

The deity’s eyes glowed ominously.