Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

Lucia followed who was following behind me, saw me carrying parchment rolls. Confused, she asked: “Your highness, what are we doing? You’ve been in your room writing and drawing all day since last night. What are these things? Please forgive my ignorance, but I don’t understand a thing you’ve drawn.”

I smiled and replied: “This isn’t anything miraculous. It’s just a blueprint of the ballista we mentioned yesterday. Mr Castell didn’t provide us with a blueprint, so I drew one up myself.”

Surprised, Lucia looked at me with admiration and said: “You know how to operate machines?! You look unstoppable! Your drawings look so complicated. If you could draw all this up in one night, then the humans aren’t particularly skilled.”

I silently chuckled to myself. This is one of the advantages I have coming from another world. I don’t have the memories of the owner of this body, but my own memories are still intact. The humans are quite skilled. I don’t know how powerful the magic of elves are, but I do know that human creativity knows no bounds. Every fantasy novel has this quote: Never underestimate humanity.

Lucia, who was walking side-by-side with me down the street asked: “Are we going to the elders just to return the books?” Mom is still in a deep slumber, but if she were to wake up, then it’d be impossible for me to do the things I want. Mom, please forgive me for being so stubborn… I will take care of you until you wake up afterwards.

“That’s one reason.”

I stood at the front of the elder’s large tree. I’m still reluctant to admit that this tree is a house… I knocked on the trunk and waited. The door opened not long after, and I was greeted with an old gloomy face. His eyes lit up when he saw me. He quickly greeted me and said: “My, my, it is an honour to have your highness personally pay me a visit. May I ask if you are here to bring us good news? It would be nice if it were about us having to go to battle…”

I looked to the sides of the ancient tree. This fellow refuses to contribute, and yet he keeps asking me, hoping for the best. I’ll bet he’s already made preparations to go to battle. As I looked around, I noticed a shiny line-up of spears next to the tree. Was he drying them out or something?

“No, I’m here to return your books and pass on an order.”