I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 180 - END

CHAPTER 180

“You have something to offer my master. I’ve come to receive it on her behalf.”

With a graceful gesture, Lionel embraced his mentor and reached out his hand toward Detmé.

“The Lord has abandoned his throne and fled, so please give my master what you wish to give, Detmé.”

<……>

Detmé glanced down at Lionel’s hand, then chuckled.

<You seem as though you knew what I would offer to Lottie.>

“I could hardly be ignorant. I’ve been by my master’s side all along.” 

Though not a direct participant in the conversation, he had undoubtedly absorbed the most information from being nearby. 

He had even overheard discussions that had fallen into the ears of the sinister side.

“Even though it was agreed upon in the name of the gods, there seemed to be differences between what you wanted and what my master desired.” 

If it had been anything else, Detmé would have likely made the decision alone and almost informally informed his master before presenting the gift. 

Likewise, his master would have nodded if it had been anything trivial, whether as a wanderer or as an ingredient for nectar. 

However, opinions were not easily reconciled. 

This meant that Detmé had touched upon one thing that his master could never concede.

“You did.”

And Detmé always wanted to keep her promises to Lottie. 

“You truly wanted to make my master a god, just as promised initially, didn’t you?” 

Lionel’s words caused Detmé’s eyes to widen. 

After taking a long breath, she slowly nodded.

<……Yes.>

Detmé stared at Lionel with melancholic eyes.

<I wanted to keep a promise to Lottie. But I’m still not sure if this is the right choice.>

Detmé pulled something out of her embrace. 

It was a small golden grain.

<But.>

Detmé closed and then opened her eyes firmly.

<Still, I want to hope for a new history.>

Detmé reached out her hand. 

On the palm of her hand lay the grain.

“If we feed this to my master, will she awaken?”

At Lionel’s question, Detmé hesitated.

<True, but it’s not complete. She cannot become a complete god because the Lord has not given her strength.>

“What exactly is incomplete?”

<Once that grain sprouts after being consumed, Lottie may ascend to the position of a god. However, the human body cannot withstand it.>

It needed a body that could endure at least the longevity of a longevity species or live an eternal life. 

Neither human nor high elf, Lottie wouldn’t last long.

<…Even if she awakens as a god, it’s practically a life on borrowed time.>

Detmé sighed deeply. 

But Lionel seemed to think differently. 

He shrugged as if it were nothing much.

“I’ll make it work somehow.”

He clapped his hands impatiently as if urging for it to be handed over quickly.

<I feel like I need someone to watch over a new history.>

Despite the arrogant gesture, Detmé chuckled and handed over the grain.

<If Lottie were to accept the position of a god, may I ask to be the one to watch over?>

“Well…” 

Lionel replied, carefully placing the grain in his embrace. 

“That’s for my master to decide. And perhaps my master might even watch as the divine realm fractures and collapses.”

He stared at Detmé. 

“At that time, please promise not to vent your anger on my master needlessly.”

<Promise facing the underworld.>

Detmé nodded.

<Even if it’s distressing, it’s inevitable. The choice should be entirely left to Lottie.>

She added, turning her head as if her own business were done. 

It was a resolute gesture.

<Go then.>

She reached out her hand. 

The shimmering light began to subside.

The flames that had been soaring here and there gradually began to calm down.

<I’ll make sure to fill the lake with new water.>

Lionel, holding the grain, gave a light salute. 

He then left and swiftly transported himself to a safe place within the divine realm, after confirming there were no life forms that could cause harm.

In one part of the Cranis Forest, Lionel gently laid down his master.

‘Careful, careful…’

He whispered, worried if there might be any discomfort. 

It took quite some time just to lay down his master, whom he held in his arms.

“Master.” 

Although he called out once more, there was, as expected, no response. 

Lionel slowly removed his gloves. 

Despite the tough hide sticking to his gloves from his earlier encounters with both the Lord and the evil god, he paid it no mind.

With a flick, as Lionel removed his gloves, a serious wound was revealed on his palm. 

It was a wound inflicted earlier by the Lord’s scythe, during his confrontation with the evil god.

“Master.” 

Calling his master once again, Lionel pressed on the wound firmly. 

Blood gushed out. 

Pressing harder, blood streamed down.

It was his own blood, mingled with the power of the evil god, with which he had lived for eternity.

This should be enough to replenish the lacking power. 

However, it was not the complete power of the evil god. 

He would need to replenish his blood periodically.

“Master.” 

Smiling, Lionel wiped his blood onto the golden grain received from Detmé earlier.

“It was kind of you to think only of me earlier.” 

However, even so…

“If you awaken this time.” 

He pressed the blood-soaked grain against her lips, causing a gap to form. 

Through the gap, the grain entered.

“This life should be entirely given to you this time.” 

He kissed her directly. 

Moving his tongue, he pushed the grain inside.

Gulp. There was the sound of her Adam’s apple moving. 

The head that swallowed the grain dropped lifelessly.

It seemed as if it were nodding.

“This time, I’ve saved you, Master.” 

Lionel smiled satisfactorily.

* * *

Even after swallowing the grain, Lottie’s soul didn’t immediately return. 

Lionel waited for Lottie to awaken while dealing with matters in both the divine and mortal realms. 

The commotion at the temple of the Lord was overshadowed by the conflicts between the blinded high priests and high-ranking priests.

“Get up, let us know! When will the wanderer awaken?”

They sent the orcs back to their original dwelling.

“Thank you for your help. Although the chief will surely express gratitude separately, I wanted to thank you for fighting alongside us.”

They aided in the handling of the fleeing Titans and simultaneously assisted in the restoration of the damaged elven village. 

And finally, when they visited the elven village.

“… “

He found Achel. 

A purple glowing vial was in Achel’s hand, with only one side of her face showing from under her robe. 

It was the same item Lionel had seen in the mind of the Lord. 

‘So, in the end, she chose that path.’ 

Waiting for her will be quite a challenge. 

Lionel turned away, leaving Achel, who was watching him cautiously, behind. 

Achel glanced at his back for a moment before limping away into the darkness of Cranis. 

If Lionel is lucky, he could find the tower where they stayed and treat the wound there. 

If not, that would be the end of it.

After dealing with external matters, he stayed holed up in the Pandelion palace. 

More precisely, he remained by his lover’s side who still hadn’t awakened. 

Therefore, it became Lionel’s duty to welcome guests who came seeking Lottie.

“I’ve brought good medicine.”

Even Ringo, holding a small baby in his arms, came.

“This is an ancient grimoire given by the Lord. I wonder if it’ll be helpful.”

Even a red lizard, held by their father, jumped up and came.

“Duke Marcus, has my sister awakened yet?”

“Lottie! When you wake up, I’ll be the emperor!”

“…Nonsense.”

Even Leonard and Stella, who were still arguing over the throne, came.

“Sister, I’ve finally become a knight. Look, this is the sword my father bestowed upon me.”

“I also received a sword from Prince Arkin. If I become a Count, I’ll become His Highness’s guardian knight!”

Prince Arkin and Raven, who received knighthoods this time, also came to talk about recent events.

“Your Highnessss.”

“Betty, don’t cry. Her Highness will wake up soon. We have to stay by her side until she wakes up.”

“Y-Yeah. I won’t cry!”

Betty, burst into tears every time she entered Lottie’s room, and Liena, tried to comfort her. 

Some people claimed to have received help from the Master, and even…

<It’s strange that even with our power, she won’t wake up… Shall I poke her cheek one more time?>

<There’s no news from the divine realm. The most noticeable thing is the uproar caused by the sea god insisting on ascending the throne.>

<Detmé seems to be trying to prevent the division at all costs.>

Three spirit kings in one place.

<Baaaa, baa……>

Now able to take on different forms, Shu maintained the rabbit form that Lottie loved the most.

<… This child will wake up soon.>

Even the grumbling and eye-rubbing Elam came to visit. 

By the time Lionel felt annoyed and wanted to chase everyone away…

“…Lottie.”

The emperor, looking somewhat desperate, would come.

“My… daughter….”

The day when they held hands and the emperor cried.

“Ronen?”

“…Yeah.”

It was also the day when the mother of his mentor came, slipping through the darkness. 

They talked briefly afterward, then parted ways. 

Lionel didn’t care. 

He wasn’t curious. 

What he was most waiting for was still when his mentor, with closed eyes, would finally open them. 

And then…

“Huh?”

Lionel, who was bringing water to wash her face, stopped in his tracks. 

Lottie, who hadn’t opened her eyes in years, was blinking while looking at the ceiling. 

Her head tilted left and right repeatedly.

“A mirror!”

She leaped up and ran to the full-length mirror nearby. 

She examined herself as if pulling her hair out and pinching her cheeks tightly.

“I… didn’t die? And it doesn’t seem like a new life either…”

What’s going on? 

The pink irises, looking perplexed, repeatedly disappeared behind her eyelids and reappeared.

Lionel, holding a pitcher of water, approached with a smile. 

“Master.”

She turned around. 

Their gaze met.

“I missed you.”

The agonizing wait of thousands of years finally came to an end.

– <I DON’T WANNA WORK!> THE END –