Never Mind the Heir, I’ll Focus on Healing - Chapter 191

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I Don’t Know About Being an Heir, So Let Me Just Relax – Episode 191

Lion emerged from the Labyrinth the moment his deliberation concluded.
Elvia, who had been waiting at the entrance, handed him a clean towel.

“Thanks.”

Lion accepted the towel naturally and dried his hands as he asked.

“Did a letter arrive today?”
“Yes. The moment you entered the Labyrinth, a letter was delivered.”
“Ah.”

It was welcome news to hear.
Lion had been waiting for a letter with desperate longing lately.
It was word from Freyanya.

‘I thought the reply would come soon enough.’

Given the way Jack had been spiteful toward him, the man was inclined toward a hot temper, or perhaps he simply preferred to handle troublesome matters first.
Either way, Lion didn’t believe someone of Jack’s disposition would ignore a letter he’d sent personally.

“Will you not eat first?”
“I’ll read the letter and then decide.”

Just as Elvia had said, a single letter lay upon his desk.
Like the first letter Freyanya had sent, it was jet black with a seal the color of blood.
An ordinary person receiving such a letter would likely find it unsettling enough to avoid touching it.

Then a faint smile crossed his face.

The slightly irritable quality of the penmanship suggested that Jack had disliked learning that Lion knew the rules that applied only within the Underworld.

“Mm?”
“If I may ask without overstepping—might you tell me what you requested of him?”

She seemed worried he might have asked for something strange.
Lion himself, however…

The lack of any particular thought had been the biggest factor.

“I’ve been making Meju in the Labyrinth lately, didn’t I mention?”
“Yes. You said it was crushed beans that had been fermented and formed into brick-like shapes.”
“Right. And with that, I can make all sorts of cooking ingredients.”
“Oh my, so you’re using fermented beans to create them?”

There were many dishes that used beans, but the idea of creating food ingredients by fermenting beans was entirely new.
Even she, a witch, had never heard of such a thing before.

“Could it be something like wine?”
“Something like that.”

Lion grew animated and explained various types of seasoning pastes, even drawing diagrams on paper as he spoke.
As Elvia listened to each explanation one by one, a realization dawned on her.

‘Ah, so he’s planning to apply Alchemy principles to create food.’

At first, she’d wondered if something like wine made from beans would emerge, but this was quite different.
Using Meju as a medium, he was creating solid, liquid, and semi-solid forms—that was the essence of it, wasn’t it?

‘If that’s the case… what our puppy requested is likely…’

It was highly probable that it was something that could serve both as a vessel for alchemical work and as a container for the Young Master’s homemade cooking ingredients.

“That’s why I asked for a Jangdok.”

Hearing Lion’s continued explanation, Elvia nodded her head.
Of course—he’d needed storage vessels for preservation.

‘Indeed, he understands the structure of the Underworld quite well.’

Back when the first Letter had arrived from the Underworld.
That is to say, when Freyanya had shown Lion that crude potion she’d made herself.
At that time, Elvia had honestly been somewhat impressed.
Not by the potion that the half-elf child had made, but by the bottle it came in.
While it fell far short of what the Young Master used, it was crafted with a precision that surpassed even what the dedicated alchemists at the Magic Tower employed.
What was particularly interesting was that the bottle had been precisely crafted to match each specific characteristic of how the potion would be used.
Some were made of glass, others of clay.

“So you judged it to be superior to the Magic Tower’s work?”
“Ha, it’s not quite like that… I simply had to conduct business, so it was killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.”
“An excellent judgment. If you must face someone regardless, it’s better to gain an advantage from it.”

Elvia felt reassured on one front.
Her kind and good-hearted Young Master had come to see such considerations for himself.

‘I had worried he might be deceived by someone…’

Of course, if such a situation did arise, Elvia would have resolved matters using ‘certain methods,’ but still—wasn’t it far better for Lion to handle his own affairs? More gratifying growth, surely.

‘There’s more satisfaction in watching him that way.’

Though it remained unsatisfying that their innocent puppy was meeting with the street dogs of the Underworld.

‘But Patrick has his eye on that situation.’

If the feared circumstance did occur, Elvia would simply need to give Patrick the slightest hint, and he would take care of the matter.

“Right?”

Unaware of what Elvia was truly thinking, Lion placed his hands on his hips with evident satisfaction.

“Once it’s done, we’ll all eat it together.”
“Hehe, am I invited to join?”
“Of course you are.”

Lion nodded and smacked his lips appreciatively.
Stews were always better when you made a full pot and let it bubble away rather than just cooking a small portion for one or two people.
A miso stew with a red chili pepper sliced thin into it…
The very thought made his mouth water.

“Anyway, if anyone asks for me, show them to the guest room. Understood?”
“Yes. I’ll inform the gatekeeper as well.”

Elvia bowed lightly and left the room.

“Things are going smoothly.”

Lion tidied the letters away and flopped onto his bed.
These past few days had been nothing but peaceful.
Wake up, tend to the vegetable patch and garden, check on the Meju.
He’d even made trips to the village now and then.
Not long ago, during a drunken heart-to-heart with his grandfather, he’d learned that the Hero’s last known location was the North, but there was nothing he could do about it right now.
How would he even find a trace of them if he went north?
And even if he did find something…

‘If I entered Story Mode.’

In his current condition, his body probably wouldn’t hold up.
He had no desire to rush into something reckless.

‘I need at least basic preparation.’

Whether that meant gathering Mana to open a new Circle or raising his Spirit Summoning to a higher tier.
But to do that…

‘I should focus on what’s in front of me.’

After all, he’d always grown strongest when he stayed true to his current situation and enjoyed it.
Which meant there was no need to manufacture problems where none existed.

“So then, shall I head to Mimur Forest today as well?”
“Chirp!”

Ah, if anything had been added to his routine recently, it was how often he’d been visiting Mimur Forest.

‘Not to gather herbs, but to play.’

…Though of course he was still dutifully harvesting herbs here and there and brewing potions.
But the real purpose was to enjoy the Hot Spring with Nature and the Egg.
Surprisingly, the Magical Beast Egg seemed to tolerate heat well and actually enjoyed soaking in the Hot Spring.

‘I was genuinely startled at first.’

Well, wouldn’t anyone be? Submerging an egg in hot water…
There was an immediately obvious comparison, but Lion pushed that disturbing image out of his mind.
Contrary to that horrible imagination, the Egg’s shell actually became even more lustrous and glossy when it touched the Hot Spring water!
Just like when he’d cultivated his Holy Power on it before.
So whenever there was a spare moment, he went to the Hot Spring with the two of them.

“Let’s eat first before we head out. Or should we pack a lunch instead?”

The weather was nice too—a picnic seemed like a fine idea.
Lion lifted the egg, which was nestled snugly in the blanket.
And then…….

Crack.

“……Huh?”

He saw it.
A thin fissure had formed on one side of the Magical Beast Egg’s shell.
And…….

Tap-tap.

He felt it too—something stirring inside the egg.

“……What?”

Already? Like this?
But why?
A memory surfaced in Lion’s mind all at once.
The Mimur Forest’s Hot Spring waters had a description he’d never paid much attention to before.

—The more frequently you bathe here, the more you feel that something good will happen.

“Could it be……?”

Was that good thing hatching?
When he thought about it that way, there was nothing strange about it at all.
The Magical Beast Egg had accumulated considerable experience of its own. It had been brought to a sacred place where ordinary people could never set foot, had been washed clean of Holy Power there, and had even facilitated a bond between the rare Luminous Deer and its master, Lion.
Most of all…….

‘Nature was always there with it.’

Lion did care for the egg diligently every day, but even during the hours when he wasn’t around, Nature watched over the Magical Beast Egg.
Bringing back twigs on morning walks, plucking flowers from within the Labyrinth—doing such things all along.

“Nature, what do I do?”

Lion was flustered.
Perhaps even more so than when he’d coughed up blood watching Story Mode back in Ester!
Yes, he’d always known the egg could hatch someday.
So he’d been preparing himself mentally for it.
But that didn’t mean he could stay calm in a situation like this!
The one saving grace was…….

[The Magical Beast Egg will hatch shortly!]
[Please move to a location rich in Mana!]
[※However, the Labyrinth is not permitted.]

At least a minimal hint appeared before his eyes.

‘Right. Calm down.’

Excluding the Labyrinth, the place with the most abundant magical power in this area would be…….

Two locations came to mind.
One was where the mages belonging to House Asteri conducted their magical training.

‘No, that won’t do. Mana is only abundant there at dawn.’

With the sun already risen and climbing toward its zenith, it wasn’t suitable.
That left only the second option, then.

“Well, we have no choice. Nature. Let’s go.”

Lion carefully wrapped the Magical Beast Egg and set off at once.
The place Lion reached in quick strides was none other than…….
A location tucked away in the highest corner of the estate.
A place that even the direct heirs, and indeed Hoffman the Magic Tower Master himself, could not enter without permission.
His grandfather’s Personal Training Hall.

A deep breath escaped him.

Before opening the door, Lion inhaled slowly and deliberately.
Once he opened it, he would enter a place where enormous icicles fell like rain.
A moment of carelessness would mean being pierced through by those razor-sharp shards—certain death.
But he hadn’t come here thoughtlessly.
Lion withdrew from his robes the staff his grandfather had given him.

‘The Expert Eye was definitely strengthened by two stages.’

Calculating that in magical terms meant it had become magic of roughly 2nd Circle level or higher.
So if he poured all his current 2nd Circle Mana into Defensive Magic, he should be able to complete a shield spell equivalent to 4th Circle strength.
Moreover…….

A small chirp sounded.

Nature beat her wings as if to say there was nothing to worry about.
With Nature’s help as well, it should be manageable.
And his clothes were durable enough to withstand considerable impact in any case……!

“All right. Let’s do this.”
“Where are you going, Young Master?”

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