The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 274

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“The young lady is currently away.”

At Butler Roger’s words, the faces of the researchers who had come to the townhouse turned pale.

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“Wasn’t she away yesterday as well?”

“That’s correct. She was away the day before yesterday and the day before that too.”

The researchers exchanged glances with each other, looking perplexed.

However, they asked with the desperation of grasping at straws.

“Then could you at least tell us when she’ll return…?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that part either. My apologies.”

With Roger’s response as the final word, the manor’s main gate began to close.

Unable to bear it any longer, one junior researcher quickly stuck his foot between the closing doors.

“Then! Could you at least pass along a message when the Academy Director returns?”

Roger smiled as if asking what that might be.

The researcher looked back at his colleagues and hurriedly continued.

“Since the Academy Director isn’t here, there’s no progress in research, everyone’s been pulling all-nighters for days and suffering from chronic fatigue, and, uh, what was it…?”

“Indigestion, indigestion.”

“Right! Indigestion! Our skin has become rough, hair loss is a bonus, and meeting family or lovers is beyond expectation. So please, could she find it in her heart to return…?”

Roger made an “ah” sound and raised one hand.

And while still wearing a smile, he put his hand into his vest’s inner pocket.

“She told me to show you this when someone had a message to pass along.”

Soon, a small artifact that looked like both a video orb and a recording magical device emerged from his coat.

The moment the researchers tilted their heads in confusion.

[Ah- Ah- Can you hear me? This is recording properly, right?]

Suddenly, Annellia’s figure appeared in mid-air.

The source was a clear light shooting from the center of the artifact.

Annellia in the projection began striding toward the researchers.

Then she slowly crossed her arms.

[I don’t know who you guys are, but if you’re watching this, you must have come looking for me and are getting kicked out, right?]

Some opened their mouths, others closed theirs.

Of course, their faces all commonly showed expressions of shock.

The Annellia in mid-air shrugged and continued speaking nonchalantly.

[But you know what? The fact that you’re struggling without me also means you haven’t done anything on your own all this time.]

Silence fell among the researchers.

[I’ve been thinking. Why isn’t there anyone like me at our research institute? There are many people who do fairly well, but why is there no one who does perfectly well?]

“…”

[Now I finally understand. Our research institute has had no development because of me.]

A short gasp burst from one of the researchers’ mouths.

[Because I was too perfect, because I did everything for everyone, others had no chance to learn.]

The Abner Research Institute, and furthermore the Abner Academy, was an academic institution wielding unique influence worldwide.

But to say such an institution had no development… did that mean everyone else was regressing?

[Now everyone is ready to become independent.]

But what could they do?

Annellia was a superior with very strict standards.

The problem was that those standards were excessively, far too excessively high.

[I’ll say this one last time? Don’t look for me. I’m going to rest.]

Annellia, who spoke cheerfully, didn’t forget to add one more thing.

[If you don’t know something, go find Owen Dennis instead of me!]

And that was the end.

The researchers stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

Their impression of encountering Annellia’s new invention was too difficult to express in words.

Roger showed them a gentle smile again.

“Well then, farewell.”

“Owen? Owen. Please pull yourself together.”

At the faintly heard voice, Owen, who had been burying his face in his desk, lifted his head.

When he scanned his surroundings with hollow eyes, he saw someone standing blankly in front of him.

A groan naturally flowed from Owen’s mouth.

Just seeing that distinctive colored hair already made him feel motion sick.

“Shasha. Is it you again…?”

“Sorry, but that’s how it turned out. There are quite a lot of unapproved documents. Please review these.”

Shasha held out twelve thick document folders at once.

“Ha, haha…”

A wistful smile formed at Owen’s lips.

It had already been a month since Annellia returned from the rift.

The world, including the Taranta Empire, was rapidly changing.

Meanwhile, Owen couldn’t leave his research room as if nails had been hammered into his chair.

“The results of the Michaeliann Gorge soil survey you ordered previously came out. A small amount of magical power was actually found deep in the ground. It’s probably because it used to be celestial coordinates…”

When Tian returned, everyone in the world naturally regained their memories.

Information about the final battle with Crookiatus the Evil Dragon came with it too.

“What should we do about manufacturing the special magical devices for Crown Prince’s coronation ceremony? We should probably leave this to the magical device team, right?”

“Hey. Look at the top of my head for a moment.”

Shasha tilted her head.

However, she soon began examining Owen’s crown closely as he leaned his head forward.

“Do I have a lot of gray hair? Huh? Doesn’t my hair seem thinner than usual?”

“Not at all. Both your hair volume and hair quality are excellent. It’s so thick that your scalp isn’t even visible.”

“Don’t lie!”

Owen lifted his head sharply with an aggrieved expression.

“I’ve been here for three days straight! I’ve taken care of meals, sleep, everything here! I don’t even have time to go to the bathroom, so I’m bloated to death!”

“Should I bring you a chamber pot?”

“Ahhh-!”

Shasha tilted her head.

She looked as if she didn’t understand why Owen was angry.

“Go and bring Rico.”

Owen said calmly.

Shasha tilted her head.

“The Deputy Chief of the Magical Device Management Department?”

“Yes.”

“…No, I’m asking you to approve documents, but why are you suddenly calling for people?”

“What, you punk?”

“Nothing.”

That’s when it happened.

“Why are you looking for me?”

Owen’s research room door opened once again.

Through the open doorway, Rico entered wearing what looked like rags.

Owen’s eyes widened.

“What’s this, Rico? How did you know to come?”

“What do you mean what? I came to lament my situation.”

Rico sprawled on the sofa in the middle of the research room as if familiar with it.

Then he began continuing his words while looking at the ceiling with distant eyes.

“You know, I almost died today.”

“What did you do to almost die?”

“I was making magical devices for fireworks and almost exploded along with them. But…”

Rico added in a voice like a tragic heroine.

“I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to go like this. Hahaha…!”

The Research Room was enveloped in silence.

Surprisingly, it was Shasha who broke the silence.

“I think you’re both being way too dramatic.”

Owen and Rico simultaneously snapped their heads up.

“Wh-what did you just say?”

“You keep saying it’s too much, too much. Honestly, this level of work isn’t even that much. You all know how Annellia handles things when she’s busy.”

Owen and Rico shut their mouths.

“Honestly, taking a long time to handle one task means you lack skill, doesn’t it?”

“…”

“Work that Annellia would finish in two hours, the Researchers cling to for two whole weeks. And then you still collect your full salaries. Didn’t you both receive villas recently? At the Southern Coastline and Lakeside Meadow.”

“…”

“What I’m saying is, if you’ve received everything you should receive, you should at least act with some conscience. Instead of lamenting your fate, you should work harder and make up for your lacking skills…”

“Fine, we get it, so stop.”

Owen answered in a deflated voice.

Rico blinked while sprawled out on the Sofa.

It was when Shasha was shaking her head disapprovingly.

“What are you all doing Here?”

The Research Room door opened again and this time Awin entered.

Awin swept the interior of the Research Room with interested eyes, then crossed his arms.

“Seeing you all looking half-dead, you must have been quite busy.”

Owen waved one hand as if to say don’t even start.

“What brings you Here? Aren’t you the guy who’s been too busy meeting women to even breathe?”

Awin let out a small laugh.

“You can’t call selecting candidates for Annellia’s maids ‘going around meeting women,’ hyung.”

“What are you talking about? I saw the interviews in the Courtyard last time. One of them was looking at you rather strangely, wasn’t she? Seemed like you were whispering too.”

“Actually, that’s why I came.”

Awin walked deeper into the Research Room.

“You know Countess Berti? That lady is interested.”

Owen tilted his head.

He did know Countess Berti.

He had met her exactly once, long ago.

But interested?

“Why? Does that lady want to get along well with you?”

“Yeah, she wants to get along well. Not with me though, with you, hyung.”

“Eeeeeek?!”

Rico was the first to let out a shriek and jump up from the Sofa.

Shasha was watching the situation as if it were pathetic.

Owen, who had frozen in bewilderment, stammered.

“M-m-me? No, with me?”

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