I Don't Want To Work! - Chapter 38

CHAPTER 38

[Carmel’s Diary.]

[Wow, today I got to eat limited edition stew. It was really delicious. Hah, I wish I could have it again tomorrow.]

[I couldn’t eat it today. It looked like the line was on the edge… I was considering using magic to blow away the people in front of me.]

[I ran too much yesterday… Hangover, hangover… That guy Roy taught me a hangover spell…]

[The stew shop closed! They say it collapsed because of an earthquake. Unbelievable!]

[Kuk, kukuk. Today, I restored another ancient magic. Am I a genius after all?!]

[Together with some regulars from the village, we built a new shop. But why does the old lady look so upset…?]

[I pretended to restore the ancient magic that Roy taught me and showed it to others. Sweet deal, huh? It’s easy to just eat up research funds without doing any work.]

[The old lady confessed before she died. She was actually happy when the shop closed during the earthquake, but I went ahead and built a new one without considering her… But she couldn’t miss out on the stew, she said.]

“……….”

Let’s burn it.

It’s not too late to interpret this diary and let them know.

My hands twitched.

I should bury this collection of black history of restaurant exploration in the fire pit.

Hmm.

I looked back.

The fire was lit, maybe to cook something.

Alright, let’s pretend it’s a mistake and throw it away.

One, two!

“Your Highness.”

“Yes?!”

My body stiffened. I was surprised and widened my eyes.

“You, you shouldn’t hold it like that. It’s a precious ancient text.”

“Oh, yes….”

I loosened my grip. And shook my head sullenly.

Phew, I came back to my senses.

Burning it would be unreasonable.

“So, Your Highness.”

The mage who spoke to me looked at me with a slightly impolite gaze.

“Can you… interpret it? If not, it’s better to step back.”

“If you wish, you may take a closer look.”

Fordell chimed in.

The mage who spoke first had a puzzled look.

As soon as Fordell put some strength into his eyes, the mage lowered his head.

“Yes, I’ll take a closer look.”

Damn it, I swallowed my tears.

I wrote my diary in ancient language when I was Carmel for a simple reason. I was afraid someone might steal it!

Now it’s known to the whole world!

Phew.

Inside, I cursed silently and took a deep breath.

This is business.

‘This is something that can get you the leaves of the World Tree.’

I closed my eyes tightly, no, I strained to open them, and began to read the diary.

There must be a reason they think this is worth interpreting.

My hand, which was flipping through quickly, stopped on one page.

Ah.

Is this because of this?

[At that time, when Roy got drunk and taught some magic, what was it again? ???]

‘Darn it, Dragon’s magic!’

I slapped my forehead.

Pendrade.

A red dragon who had long held his ground in the Pendrade Mountains and had become familiar with curses and all. Just so you know, he had been napping for centuries, and Roy was his name when he was in human form.

‘I wrote down the ancient magic spells I heard from that guy here…’

The origin of magic was the dragon.

The ancient spells were also first-generation magic passed down from dragons to humans.

Writing such magic here could only draw the attention of the tower.

‘Oh, my head.’

I pinched my forehead. It’s really hot, seriously.

“Lottie.”

As I raised my head, Leonard was standing next to me, not sure when he arrived.

“Is it difficult?”

“No.”

I sighed deeply and shook my head.

“It’s possible, but…”

As I trailed off, Leonard narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the other mages.

“Could you give us a moment alone?”

“But, Mage Leonard.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Alright. I’ll leave. Anyway, shouldn’t we step out for a bit so the conversation can end properly?”

Some protested, but Leonard cut them off and led by Fordell, they slipped out of the room.

“Speak up.”

As they all exited the room, Leonard urged. There was a hint of impatience in his demeanor.

“I can interpret it, but…”

“I’ll keep the fact that you have this ability strictly confidential.”

Leonard laid down the ground rules.

“If you want, I can swear on the honor of the Tower.”

It’s a bit of an act, really.

But it’s easier for me this way.

“Alright, I’ll interpret it. Are those gentlemen over there the witnesses?”

It was a gathering to decipher the treasure of the Tower, the ancient texts.

Certainly, a few more witnesses would be necessary.

At my question, Leonard nodded.

“Yes, they’re all tight-lipped. You don’t need to worry.”

Hmm, so the people who greeted me earlier are still in this room?

“Alright, and don’t forget the leaves of the World Tree!”

I came here for that, you know.

“I promise.”

Leonard nodded, then raised his voice.

“Everyone, please come in.”

The mages who were loitering near the door re-entered the room.

And with a glance at Leonard, they reluctantly took their seats, wearing skeptical expressions.

“Your Highness.”

Fordell spoke up before taking his seat.

“Nothing happened at the Tower today.”

Everything happening here was to remain a secret.

The mages nodded at his words.

It’s good that they confirmed it like this.

Alright.

Since I can’t read this embarrassing history as it is, let’s spice it up with lies now.

I opened the very first page.

[ Wow, I found a really, really, really delicious restaurant. It’s Lily’s Stew House, and this is my first time finding such a great restaurant. ]

I’ve never had Lily’s stew before, and I’m going crazy.

“Luckily, I found the Dragon’s Journal.”

“……!”

Clatter, clatter!

Chairs were heard falling backward from all around.

The mages stared at me in shock, holding their breath.

“The Dragon’s Journal?”

And Leonard was no exception.

Nodding.

As I flipped to the next page.

[ Save me……]

Hmm, looks like I’m dying from a hangover like a regular person.

After extending my deadline and becoming an 8th circle, I probably lived with alcohol in my mouth, maybe?

“The owner of the journal is Roy, and the name of the body is Pendrade.”

“……!!!”

Phew! Gasps were heard from all around.

“P-Pendrade, isn’t that the strongest red dragon among the Red Dragons? The legendary Red Dragon even changed the name of the mountain range to Pendrade! I heard that its red scales look like rubies and its eyes are golden like gold!”

You’re supposed to talk while breathing, right?

The mage who spat out the dragon’s information in an instant seemed to realize something and nodded vigorously.

“Come to think of it, I’ve heard of it. Before Pendrade went to sleep, it had its last entertainment and became friends with a human.”

Oh, that’s me.

“There’s a record of going back to its original form to protect that friend at the end!”

“Wow! So there’s a record of the dragon’s entertainment!”

…That guy is probably going to get himself killed, so he went back to his original form.

‘Let’s bury it.’

There were better truths in the world if you didn’t know them.

“And it’s said that it left a gift for that friend, could that be this journal…?!”

As the mage exclaimed with a puff of breath, everyone started nodding.

“That’s right!”

“Yeah!”

“That’s it!”

No, it’s not it.

He never gave me anything like that!

I just lost my money, that’s all!

“Is it true, Lottie?”

“Yes, it is.”

I grinned and replied to Leonard’s somewhat calm question.

Since it’s come to this, let’s go with the flow!

“Hmm, it says here, ‘To my dear Doris Lemond.'”

“That’s it!!”

The mage who brought up the dragon story clenched his fists and cheered.

“Indeed, the ancient creature, the dragon…!!”

“Dragon’s magic!!!”

“The magic of origins!!”

“Ancient magic!!!”

“Woah!!”

And it was the same for the other mages.

Even Fordell was sniffling with nostrils twice as big as before.

What, they’re scary…

“Please remain calm.”

Leonard tried to calm them down, but the excitement didn’t easily subside.

Well, of course.

It was nothing other than ancient magic.

The highest level magic that can easily crush the most advanced spells.

“Since I don’t know much about magic formulas, I’ll just translate what’s written here.”

“Yes, here you go, Your Highness!!”

The mages quickly brought out paper and pens.

Now, what should I start with?

“……”

After a moment of consideration, I quickly wrote one magic formula.

It was a hangover relief spell that I hadn’t completed.

Well, I can’t drink now, but I can drink when I grow up, right?