Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 195 I'm watching plantation proceedings?

(POV: Lumiere)

The sun blazed overhead as the workers, their brows dripping with sweat, labored tirelessly.

Gaun let out an exasperated sigh, his muscles aching as he dug holes in the land with a small shovel.

"I never thought I'd see the day when I sweat."

He glanced over at Mimosa, who had approached me.

"So, need me to work my magic on the soil?" Mimosa asked, waving her hand.

"Not just yet, let's wait until they finish preparing the soil first."

"Alright, that makes sense," she replied.

Just then, Mojito sneaked up behind Mimosa.

He leaned in close.

"Hey, Mimosa, how about you watch me work instead? I promise it'll be worth your while."

Mimosa turned to face Mojito, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

"I'm actually having a discussion with my lord here," she stammered, attempting to politely decline.

"A-alright.."

Mojito's face fell, his shoulders slumping.

He clutched his large shovel tightly in his hands as disappointment washed over him.

Poor guy.

"Come on, Mojito, show us what you've got!" I told him.

He didn't respond— still silently walking away.

"If you impress us, I'll arrange a date between you and Mimosa."

Mimosa's face turned even brighter, stunned by my audacity.

"B-but...!"

She tried to interject, but I winked at her, silently conveying my plan to push Mojito to work harder.

Mojito's slump vanished, replaced by a stern glare.

He approached me cautiously, his grip on the shovel tightening.

"Are you serious about this?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I... I am..." the way he got so serious got me a bit surprised.

His voice grew even thicker "You're not playing with my feelings, right?"

I shook my head. "I'm dead serious, Moji. Let's see what you can do."

"Alright then," he turned to the plantation. "Time to get to work."

Just as he was about to start, Mimosa then added hers.

"If you work well enough... you might just get a kiss from me..."

"What... did... you... say...?" An intense glare by Mojito.

Mimosa gently rubbed her thumb over her lips. "You heard me right."

"I see," was all he said.

I'd never seen Mojito this serious before.

He took a deep breath.

"FULL POWER!!"

His loud utterance echoed throughout the surrounding area.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, Mojito exploded with a surge of magical energy. He let out an earth-shattering scream, steam billowing from his nostrils, and charged forward with unparalleled speed. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he dug holes at unparalleled speed.

"Told ya it'd work." I smiled.

Mimosa smiled back. "Excellent as always my lord."

We bumped fists together.

Gaun watched as Mojito's shovel assaulted the ground, digging holes at an intense speed.

He clicked his tongue.

"I've never seen someone so eager to be a slave," he muttered to himself.

Soon, Mojito dashed past him, his shovel swinging wide, accidentally knocking over the pile of sand he had dug up. The sands poured directly onto Gaun, covering him from head to toe. Coughing and sputtering, Gaun tried to shake off the dirt while everyone around him burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"No! Why're you laughing?! Damn you!"

Even I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Gaun almost looked like he was going to cry.

Sangria, with her elegant ivory hair, approached me. Her ambivalent stare never faltered.

"I'm done with my holes," she said softly, gesturing towards her neatly dug row.

"Woah, that looks nice."

I admired her holes perfectly aligned.

But then I noticed something amiss.

"Ehhh... Sangria, did you already put the seeds in?" I asked, perplexed.

Sangria's calm demeanor didn't waver as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I thought I was supposed to," she replied with her low toned voice.

Mimosa chimed in, "No silly, I haven't enhanced the soil yet! I was meant to do that first."

Sangria bowed her head apologetically, her face hidden beneath her scarf. "I'm sorry, I was just having so much fun planting," she said in her usual calm tone.

I smiled at Sangria's genuine enjoyment.

"It's alright, Sangria. It's nice to see you having fun," I reassured her.

Mimosa giggled and whispered to me, "You know, very few things meet Sangria's interest."

"I honestly agree," I smiled.

As if on cue, Sangria nodded silently, her black eyes dull.

Come to think of it, Sangria and Lirien were almost the same. It was just, at least you could understand what Sangria was saying 100% of the time. As for Lirien, not so much— maybe 60% of the time.

They were also both close quarters combat specialists. Skarz?s skills paled in comparison to theirs.

"I'll go fix it."

Sangria walked forward.

However, just as she reached the spot, Lirien walked by, blindly carrying a basket of weeds.

She accidentally stepped right onto one of the seedbeds, crushing the delicate sprouts.

Sangria froze in place, her calm facade crumbling away.

"M... m-my... seeds..."

Unknown to Lirien that Sangria was the one who planted them, she kept dully staring at it.

"...who was dumb enough to do it..."

That was Lirien-speak for— "Who was stupid enough to plant the seeds already."

Naturally, everyone had gotten accustomed to Lirien-speak, Sangria included.

Sangria turned to Lirien, her dull eyes meeting Lirien's equally dull gaze.

"You crushed my seeds... Lirien..." she said in a monotone voice, her disappointment evident.

Lirien furrowed her brows, her tone just as dull as Sangria's.

"...so you're the idiot who planted them...?" she retorted, her bluntness taking me aback.

That was Lirien-speak for— "I didn't know you were the person who planted it here, and since I called them an idiot, that technically qualified as you."

Mimosa tapped my shoulder, a worried look on her face.

"Aren't you going to stop them, Great Lumiere?" she asked, concerned.

Chuckling lightly, I shook my head. "No need to worry, Mimosa. They're both mature women, I'm sure they can work this out peacefully," I reassured her.

They were both dull individuals. Their anger didn't even make their argument anything heated. An organized dispute— like two Canadians fighting.

"Are you sure?" Mimosa asked again.

I smiled, "Of course, nothing could possibly g—"

Before I could even react, Sangria and Lirien were already engaged in a fierce clash of swords.

Sangria's weapon, a pitch-black shadow that possessed a jagged blade which seemed to cut through the very air.

Her [Shadow Craft] skill.

On the other hand, Lirien wielded her Sacred Treasure called <<Black Crusader>> - a jet black sword with a long chain at the hilt and a red guard.

"Maybe something could go wrong.." I admitted.

Mimosa sternly stared at me. "Oh really?" she said.

I whistled gently as my eyes searched the forest, looking at anything but Mimosa?s admonishing gaze.

Skarz, who was cutting down weeds nearby, noticed the commotion and approached with a chuckle.

"Ah, no need for all the arguments, ladies," he said with a jovial tone, trying to diffuse the tension.

In an attempt to calm Sangria down, Skarz gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No need to be so aggressive, Sangria... after all you we're th—"

All that, only to be met with unexpected aggression.

"Shut up.." said Sangria.

She swiftly drove her foot into Skarz's stomach, sending him hurtling through the air, his startled cry echoing across the plantation.

"Nice kick," Lirien commented with her dull depiction of a sly remark.

As Sangria and Lirien prepared to resume their clash, an invisible force suddenly blocked their swords from meeting.

"...invisible wall...?" said Lirien.

"What's that?" Sangria?s eyes darted from side to side.

Then, that very casual and trademark-y female voice rang out.

"You wanted me to do something, right?"

It was Stellaria?s doing. She was resting lazily under a tree and munching on pyroapples. Just as she was about to eat another bite, a small yawn ran out of her mouth.

"So tired," she said.