I'm drowsy and don't want to wake up.
This bed is too comfortable. After that weird dream, I can't even recognize the place.
Everything apart from the bed looks run-down.
It fits the nightmare where I fought wolves and rescued princesses.
What a stupid dream, I should be the princess, and have a handsome prince rescue me.
One, that says 'Oh, Leona, I traveled a thousand miles and fought many monsters to save you'.
Fuck, a princess would do too, or even better: a Goddess.
A hottie with long black hair, a perfect body, and a great personality.
What I get instead is a looming shadow over my bed, and it's damn close to giving me a heart attack.
It's that stupid golem that Alexandra made.
The hottie Goddess that 'saved me' by evaporating my original shell in another world.
Shit. Way to wake up.
Well, it helps with laziness.
Once my heart rate is up, I no longer want to stay in bed, no matter how comfortable.
Right, I made this one two days ago.
I should have used it sooner. It's better than the straw these Orcs use and doesn't make me itch. Heck, it beats my bed back home too.
Considering how I made it, it's luxurious.
[Notice: You're welcome.]
Ah, the System is here too. My drowsiness needs more time to clear up but now I remember what happened yesterday.
And in the last week in general.
I fell off the stairs on the first day of school, and the most beautiful girl I've seen transported me to this place. To top it off, I'm in her body now, and everyone thinks I'm her.
It wouldn't be that big of a problem if she weren't a bigshot and a klutz at once.
I still don't know all the details, but if I'm lucky, our captives will fill in the blanks.
Yes, I have some captives who work for the Demon Lord.
Because, of course, every fantasy world needs one.
And while everyone tries to convince me he's the good guy, I have doubts.
He has a Harem made of young girls of different species and has them fight, leading armies.
They hold his Banners, but I see this as one huge red flag.
Oh, and by the way. Alexandra — the Goddess of Luck, and my interdimensional savior — is also part of this Harem.
Her other name is the Thirteenth Bride, and if the number sounds unlucky, that's because it is.
It's in sharp contrast with her other name if you ask me. I don't know how she juggles the two.
And she's crazy powerful.
From what I have heard, she alone caused the downfall of an entire Empire that united humans and all other races. And she claims it was an accident.
I don't want to be on her bad side, or the System's, she left me to 'help' in this place.
[Querry: Weren't I helpful?]
Ugh, debatable. Okay, wake up, Leona, there's a lot to do today.
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Once the kids got home from the swamp — covered in mud up to their ears — I called off the interrogations. I only got through the first round, but I was too tired.
It was early in the evening, so the kids still made it back for dinner and reported no issues.
They sifted through most of the riverbed, loading the wheelbarrows to the brim.
I felt bad for leaving the work for them, but Mabel seemed happy to be of use.
She's the sole MVP of this entire world, the little six-year-old will go to places.
I sent her with kids bathing in the river and packed everything into the inventory before calling it a day. I hoped the iron content would be enough, but the System is snarky.
[Notice: Yes. The materials gathered by your child laborers also count towards the mission. But the quantity still falls short of clearing it.]
She knows how to make it sound like I committed war crimes, but I'm too sleepy to protest. Well, it will be plan C then, but only later.
I will ask Charlotte to trade iron ore with the neighboring tribes for the excess food the hunters got.
But talking about food, let's sort out the smelting before breakfast.
Thanks to the System it only takes a few minutes.
I only finished the first rounds of interrogations too. It was too much after an all-nighter.
Excitement or not, I slept like a log.
Uninterrupted sleep for eight hours straight. I opened my eyes to the first light, sore, like always after using Auto Battle.
But it takes until the bountiful breakfast to wake up and piece my memories together.
My suspicions were right. Those three are part of the Twelve Champions, and the little Goblin is their leader. He didn't even know that only the three of them remain now.
The witch and the Captain were more than happy to talk. They confessed even things I didn't ask. Omerta out of fear, and Dioneras to push the blame on the witch.
Fang has the most spine in the group, but he holds the lowest rank, and the others told me everything I needed to know.
If the most trusted men of the Demon Lord are like them, I have no delusions about Omega himself. And their mission was to kidnap that poor purple-haired teenage girl.
For her blood of all things. Well, the Goblin clarified that by 'needing her blood' they didn't mean murder. Still, anything involving a fourteen-year-old Bride is suspicious to me.
[Notice: The Orc kids that dug through the marshes for you are even younger.]
Come on, don't make it sound like I'm evil. I'm still not a slavedriver, they volunteered and treated it as a game. I wanted them to come home with me, but Mabel was adamant to stay.
And it's your fault for giving me missions like that, and saying I should delegate tasks, or I'd be suspicious. Talk about mixed signals.