Never Mind the Heir, I’ll Focus on Healing - Chapter 228

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Successor? No thanks. Just give me healing. Chapter 228

Do you remember this item from the Shilling Shop?

[Dwarf King’s Cup]
-Drink just one cup of beer and you’ll be temporarily transformed into a Dwarf King.
-Of course, hic! Wouldn’t you be able to strengthen all manner of items?
-70,000 Shillings

That’s right.
It was one of the items I’d deliberated over alongside the Bubble Mold.
On the surface, the description seemed focused on strengthening, but the true nature of this item was the ability to transform into a Dwarf King.

The Dwarf King!

The ancestor of all dwarves, and a craftsman of such legendary skill that tales of him had been passed down through folklore and fairy tales for generations.
Using this item allowed me to temporarily mimic his power.
And that item was now in Lion’s hands.
I’d purchased it the moment I returned to the Estate after finishing my attribute training.

“Solid thing, isn’t it?”

A wooden cup so massive it would overflow even a sturdy man’s hands, let alone a dwarf’s.
Lion held the cup aloft and gazed at the sky.
I’d left during early evening, just as the sun was setting, but now the deep night had settled in with only the moon hanging bright and clear.

“Drinking in the dead of night, then.”

If Ricshel saw me like this, he’d certainly have been horrified, so I’d hurried into the Labyrinth instead.
And this was a situation I couldn’t avoid.

‘…Ricshel will understand. Probably.’

I withdrew the Crystal from my pocket.
Despite everything that had happened, it remained pristine, without so much as a single scratch.

Smile.

I smiled deeply and recalled the tale my fingertips had told me.

“A special spirit and the power of the Dwarf King.”

Fortunately, Nature—who corresponds to that “special spirit”—was by my side, so I’d managed to solve half the puzzle.

‘The problem is that I’m not actually a Dwarf King.’

If it were an ordinary item, there’d be no problem.
In that case, I could simply go back and use the Dwarf King’s Cup to begin Jewel Crafting without further ado.
But when purchasing items from the Shilling Shop, one always had to read the description with care.

‘And this one’s description is particularly…’

Unlike the descriptions of other items, the Dwarf King’s Cup had one rather unique aspect.
Namely, that it was subtly intoxicated itself.
With a name like that and such a description, I’d certainly need to enter a state of Complete Intoxication.

‘Which means I can’t take a Potion either.’

Now imagine possessing the skill and execution of a Dwarf King in that condition.

“Where wouldn’t it end up flying off to?”

Even if the Jewel Crafting succeeded, there was no guarantee his body would remain intact in a state of complete intoxication.
That’s why he’d asked to learn the fundamentals first.
At least enough to maintain some synchronization even while drunk.
And fortunately, thanks to techniques specialized in everyday work and the dexterity he’d honed so far, he was able to master the basics quite rapidly.
Of course, the problem was that this jewel’s hardness exceeded that of other rough stones.

“Because you’re here.”
“Chirp chirp.”

Fortunately, Nature, who had experience working with similar gems, had planted herself firmly at his side.

“You can do this, right?”

Without a word, Nature folded her wings and thrust out her thumb in approval.

‘How did she even manage that?’

Had he already gotten drunk?
In any case, Lion had made all his preparations.
Now he just had to follow the instructions that came with it.
The first step was……

1. Pour the alcohol into a cup until it overflows, then drink ten cups.

As expected, he was entering a state of complete intoxication.
Drinking this much from such a large cup ten times was quite demanding, but he’d stayed up all night making Potions before, so it should be manageable.
And the alcohol itself.

“I’ve got exactly what I need on hand.”

Lion walked straight over to the barrel of Pomegranate Wine.
There was still plenty left even after he’d steeped the ruby in it, so he planned to recycle it.

‘Besides, the taste was good.’

Ever since the Mushberry Fizz, he’d found himself drawn to sweetly flavored spirits.
Lion poured the wine from the oak barrel into a cup until it overflowed.
The deep crimson liquid spilled over the rim and wetted his fingers.
And he swallowed it straight down without hesitation.

“Ahhhh!”

Fortunately, the taste was good enough that he didn’t tire of it.
Lion drank like that—two cups, three cups, five cups……

‘Wait, is the proof usually this high?’

Seven cups. And then ten.
By the time he’d drunk until his belly was bloated, his throat burned hot and his head was beginning to spin.

“*Hiccup*. And next……”

Before complete intoxication could set in, Lion hastily read the instructions that followed.

2. Once you enter complete intoxication, your memory may fade temporarily, but don’t worry. You’ve simply become the greatest dwarf.
3. After that, your body will know what to do.
4. However, we accept no responsibility for any accidents that occur after complete intoxication.
5. Complete the object of your desire! If it’s something the Dwarf King once crafted! If it matches the conditions! Anything can be made!
6. Enjoy this moment! Hic! Though you won’t remember it.

Having read every last word, Lion’s body went completely limp.

Thud.

Just like the day before when he’d face-planted into the grass, though mercifully this time without the injury.
At the same moment, Lion’s body began to shift.
His limbs shortened, his hands and feet grew larger.
Fortunately, his features seemed to follow his original appearance—at least a beard didn’t suddenly sprout down to his chest.
That much was a mercy.

“Ugh…….”

Whether already in complete intoxication or the hangover rising prematurely, Lion groaned as he hauled himself upright.
His vision hung low, his limbs felt thick and clumsy, his senses sharpened—yet…

Sway.

“Whoa… the ground’s spinning…….”

Clearly, his body wasn’t cooperating with the instructions.
Yet he somehow remembered his initial objective well enough—he was still clutching the Crystal tightly.
In that instant.
Various tools materialized around Lion.
Each piece bore a distinctive mark at one end—clearly the Dwarf King’s work.
And then, smoothly.
Lion’s head, which had been prostrate, slowly rose.
The difference from usual was subtle: a certain presence and charisma now flickered in his eyes.

“Let me see now…….”

Lion—now the Dwarf King—hummed to himself as he examined the Cosmic Crystal in his hand.
Despite the drunken haze clouding his vision, the Crystal remained strikingly clear.

“To think I’d meet such a beautiful gem again…… Ah yes. That design, I see it now.”

Lion murmured to himself, nodding, then turned to look at Nature.

“Nature.”
“Chirp.”

Nature, who had been watchful, finally fluttered up at the sound of her name and settled on Lion’s shoulder.
From long ago until now, Lion was the only one who called her by that name.
Though something of the Dwarf King had briefly bled through, the core remained unchanged.

“Do you remember how we harmonized before?”
“Chirp.”
“Good. Do it like you did then.”

Lion thought he’d spoken clearly enough, but Nature just sighed—a soft whistle.
The young master’s tongue was so numbed by drink that he was barely more than mumbling.
Still, the bond between them held strong enough that Nature understood perfectly and began to release her power.
The crisp force of wind and the cool, sharp force of water.
Using such strength with precision demanded drawing deeply on her master’s Mana—far more than intended.

“Yes. That’s it.”

Fortunately, Lion’s Mana reserves had grown considerable by now, and he seemed to be holding steady.
And so the collaboration of the two began to take shape.
Nature used the power of wind to spin the cutting wheel faster, while sharpening the water itself to enhance the blade’s cutting force.
Lion brought the Cosmic Crystal to the cutter without even sketching the basics first.
Despite being in a state of complete intoxication, the moment he set his mind to creating something, his movements became oddly precise.
Soon, the basic cuts to establish the fundamental shape began.
The remarkable thing was:

Slice.

The crystal that dwarves had labored over countless times without leaving so much as a mark now fell away like soft clay.

“The first crystal, *hiccup*, should certainly showcase its true deep transparency, don’t you think?”

He shaped the jewel into a rectangular form, then added facets by carefully splitting the surfaces between them.
He was mindful to maintain perfect symmetry and careful not to let it become too sharp.
What mattered was that this cut had to emphasize both the crystal’s characteristic radiance and the jewel’s inherent beauty.
Light enters, refracts across the transparent, polished interior to draw all eyes, and disperses naturally in a soft, subtle glow for everyone to behold!
Yes—beautiful enough that it would need no secondary crafting as an ornament.
Lion’s eyes gleamed for an instant with the frenzy of a Master Craftsman.

“Haha! This feeling! This sensation!”

The good premonition and the sensation that everything was being executed flawlessly elevated his spirit, and adrenaline and dopamine exploded through his alcohol-warmed mind.
After polishing, once he inspected the refraction and proportions by the firelight and moonlight Nature created:

“Phew!”

He set the jewel on soft cloth with evident satisfaction.
A notification chimed—*ding*—confirming something was completed, but Lion’s eyes didn’t register it.
What mattered was how to polish the remaining two crystals to showcase their own strengths.
His deliberation didn’t last long.
Lion continued cutting the jewels.
Until the sun rose, the alcohol wore off, and his Mana was spent!
The fortunate thing was—

“Hgh, haha… it’s done. Complete…!”

He had finished everything within the time limit.
Despite a wretched hangover, Lion carefully tucked the jewels into his arms and left the Labyrinth.
And then—

Thump.

It was only natural that an injured man who had drunk crates of alcohol would collapse.
The only problem was that quite a few people discovered this.

…

One of them was Ricshel, who had been waiting for his brother who never emerged from the Labyrinth.

“Elvia.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“As acting head of household, I hereby command you: see that my brother is brought to his room and that he remain confined until he has made a complete recovery.”
“Understood.”

Elvia accepted the order without question.

Late that afternoon.
Lion opened his eyes, bracing for a terrible headache.
He had certainly consumed that much fruit wine—his hangover would be no laughing matter.
It might be even worse than the Ester Hotel incident, come to think of it…….

“Mm…….”

Lion’s eyes snapped open, his head surprisingly light.
No hangover?

‘Did the Pomegranate Wine have that kind of effect?’

That didn’t seem right.
Lion pushed himself up in confusion, only to—

“Good afternoon, Brother.”

The moment his eyes met Ricshel’s, who sat at his own desk attending to work, Lion collapsed back onto the bed.

‘Damn it…….’

If it were just a hangover, he could’ve downed a Potion and called it solved—but this? He had no idea how to fix this.
Lion made an effort to calmly sift through his memories from after he’d started drinking.

6. Enjoy this moment! Hic! Though you won’t remember it anyway.

Unfortunately, he truly couldn’t recall a thing.
……Please don’t tell me I acted petulant with my brother.

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