I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 172

CHAPTER 172

Okay, I have to say something.

I, standing tall, shouted out loud.

“Chiikkk!!”

“……!!”

“Chiikkk, Chiikkk? Chiikkk. Chiikkk!!”

“Chiikkk, whoa!!”

There was even a guy shedding tears as if deeply moved.

Indeed, my eloquence. 

Where do you think you’re going?

Look at my friend trembling with excitement from behind.

Why, what’s wrong?

Dismissing Ethaniel lightly, I raised my voice.

“Chiikkk!! Chiikkk!!”

“Chiikkk!”

“Chiikkk!!”

Thud, thud, thud!

The orcs standing in formation stomped their feet.

Their morale is high, alright, alright.

I also grinned proudly, but then Oakle handed me a piece of paper from the side.

“Your friend asked for Chiikkk, remember? !”

What’s this about? 

I thought as I received the paper, and it had an enormous bill written on it.

It was him. The owner of the Mentre…

“Our first meal together, it said!”

“…Yeah.”

Wow, what did we eat? 

What’s with the amount… Wow…

I turned my head with a sigh. 

The elves approached me, looking puzzled.

“Do you mean to fight alongside the orcs?”

“What’s there not to fight?”

They are well-built and have the same goal.

Moreover, they are a warrior race.

As long as they provide strength, they won’t be a hindrance.

“How could noble elves like us…!!”

“That’s not what matters right now.”

It was Ethaniel who stopped the one blabbering nonsense.

“Do they fight well?”

“They fight extremely well.”

I guarantee it.

As I gave a thumbs-up, he nodded.

“Alright.”

“No, but how…”

“Isn’t that not the point right now!”

Ethaniel shouted.

“What matters now is victory. And what’s more important than that is winning without losing our side as much as possible!”

Since a while ago, Ethaniel had been confronting the elf who was filled with lofty and baseless words.

“Do you have any other way besides this? Speak up. If we can follow, we’ll follow.”

“…No.”

He dropped his tail.

“I have one more question.”

Ethaniel, firmly pressing the elf with his crisp words, asked me.

“Are the Titans out there on the side of the gods or the side of the evil gods?”

“Most of them are probably on the side of the gods.”

I didn’t see them earlier, but the Titans would have been taken to the divine realm as well.

There wouldn’t be enough suitable opponents for them among lesser or intermediate deities.

“But if they completely unite, we won’t know what situation it will be, so some might have been left behind.”

After finishing my words, I tapped the table.

Alright, let’s make use of this situation.

“Let’s spread rumors.”

“…Rumors?”

“Yes, rumors, but is it? It’s about spreading rumors to create division.”

“The thing you mentioned earlier?”

Ethaniel immediately understood.

“The saying that there might be some evil gods among them?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I nodded.

“The Titans have split into two factions, the evil god side and the god side.”

There might be those who remained in the darkness, but let’s leave that aside.

“Surely both sides are mutually restraining each other.”

“Right. If the gods win, the Titans who sided with the evil gods will be in danger, and vice versa.”

“Yeah, so let’s spread the word.”

It’s about spreading rumors discreetly to the Titans who are currently besieging outside.

“There are traitors among them.”

I chuckled.

“Gathering attacks at one point is already a precarious situation. But if division occurs within that?”

Following me, Ethaniel also laughed.

“It’ll be a big mess.”

“Isn’t it?”

It won’t collapse on its own. 

Since the Titans who sided with the evil gods are few.

But it will weaken their momentum.

“Alright, leave it to me.”

Ethaniel wiped the blood off his hair.

“Let’s spread the rumor for sure. Many elves on our side understand Ancient Elvish.”

“I trust you. Oh, and I need just one weapon.”

“A weapon?”

“Yeah, if possible, something light… something lightweight.”

The heavier it is, the higher its attack power, but there’s a limit to what I can handle with my wrist.

Honestly, a dagger would be best for my situation.

Whether he knew my situation or not, Ethaniel handed me a sword that was about the size of a short sword from his bosom.

“It’s made by Pen.”

It was the name of a famous artisan.

Oh, this should be comparable to divine weapons.

“Thank you.”

I tied my hair with the strap that Ethaniel handed me and smiled softly.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

It was now my fourth time ascending to the divine realm to challenge both gods and evil gods.

* * *

“You’re here.”

I looked at my mother waiting for me in the innermost part of the High Elf village temple.

“I’m here.”

Around my mother, High Elves covered their faces with flipped cloths.

“They are the ones needed to open the door.”

My mother added as she turned her head following my gaze.

“…Do you have to go?”

She pressed her lower lip tightly.

“It’s a bit like that to say this, but still, if it’s not you, then who else…”

“If it’s not me, there won’t be anyone else to go in and hold them back.”

Was the divine realm just divine?

For ordinary humans, it might be a place where they would collapse under intimidation as soon as they stepped onto the stairs leading to the divine realm.

“…Alright.”

With a long sigh, my mother nodded.

“The Pandelion Empire might be dangerous. If it’s difficult to bring down this side, they might attack the other side anytime.”

“I know.”

That was already expected. 

So I had been subtly strengthening the guard for a long time, hinting that reinforcement was needed.

‘The fortunate thing is that Leonard and Stella are fighting for the throne.’

Was it fortunate that they were fighting over the throne? 

If anything unusual happened, they would be the first to catch it and set things right.

And they might even join forces if necessary.

‘That’s a relief.’

They don’t fight to kill each other like in other countries or novels.

‘And if anything happens, I told them to run to my palace.’

The water barrier that Elam set up five years ago in my palace was still alive.

It wouldn’t hold off attacks for long, but if it breaks, Elam, who deemed it dangerous, would come running.

Of course, Shu is with me.

‘I’ll probably come to watch if Elam comes running foolishly again, and others will come too.’

Come to watch and become our strength. 

Foolish kings of the spirits. 

Fortunately, the spirit realm is bored at times. 

‘They’ll repay the favor I did.’

Before opening the door to the divine realm, I took a deep breath. 

“Are you okay?” 

Lionel, dressed in lightweight clothing for battle, asked.

“Aren’t you too tense?” 

Pendrade, who had applied good herbs to stiff shoulders, also asked. 

“Yeah.” 

I nodded. 

“I’m fine.” 

I had to be. This moment was long awaited. 

<I will give you a task.>

<Create an elixir for all the gods of the divine realm and name it Nectar.>

As I closed my eyes, I remembered the first words the Lord said to me at my birth. 

‘…What if I had said I couldn’t do it back then?’ 

I can’t do it. I refuse.

Would my life have been a bit easier if I had said that? 

Without getting involved with gods, evil gods, or even the ancient races, would such a war have occurred? 

‘No way.’

I smirked. 

My life had just drifted in the middle of the whirlpool. 

This whirlpool would have surely arisen. 

‘And honestly, I’ve met many good people.’ 

Despite being a doomed fate, there were many good relationships. 

That’s why there were so many people fighting for me. 

And anyway, spilled milk cannot be gathered. 

Even if it’s a ruined path, the way to go is to shout it’s fine! and move forward. 

“Master?” 

“Yeah.” 

As I stood still, Lionel asked quietly.

“Are you not feeling well?” 

“No.” 

I smiled softly at Lionel. 

“I was just thinking about the old days. When I first met the Lord.” 

It just occurred to me. 

This is the first time I’m going to see him since then. 

Occasionally, lesser gods came down or the god only conveyed messages. 

‘Alright.’ 

I opened my eyes. 

And I clenched Gaia’s sickle, which I had carefully kept in my pocket. 

Now, I’m going to meet him. 

“Please open the door, Mom.” 

As my mother nodded, the cloaked elves began to chant something. 

The World Tree itself was the door. 

Swish. The shell cracked, and light began to pour out from within. 

As soon as I saw that light, I knew what was beyond. 

It was the divine realm. 

“Mom.” 

While waiting for the door to fully open, I softly called my mother. 

“Next time, when everything settles down and it becomes quiet, would you like to come visit Pandelion?” 

“Maybe.” 

My mother wiped my face. 

“Shall I come see you?” 

“Is it okay if you don’t…… see my father?”

“Yeah.” 

She lightly nodded her head. 

Her golden hair swayed with the gesture. 

“He wouldn’t be able to see me.” 

It’s not that he wouldn’t see her; he couldn’t.

“I decided to protect our village and leave him. Didn’t he say something similar?”

“…He did.”

Now that there’s an empress, she said she wouldn’t meet him anymore.

My mother smiled faintly. 

Beneath her smile was a mix of confidence that she hadn’t misjudged people and a hint of tears.

“I thought as much. He’s a king of a nation too.”

My mother let out a small sigh.

“If there’s any comfort, it’s that I’ll live longer than him.”

“Does that mean…?”

“As time passes, wouldn’t it be okay to visit the grave at least once?”

After he dies, and she steps down from the position of leader, free from all guilt and obligations.

“It should be okay to offer flowers there at least once.”

With tear-filled eyes, my mother smiled.

“Go on, my daughter.”

She lightly kissed my cheek.

“Come back victorious.”

I smiled back with tears in my eyes.

“I’ll show my strength and come back, Mom.”