I've Inherited the Summoning Skill, So I'm Going to Try to Master It! - Episode 47: In Other Words, Just Give Up

Episode 47: In Other Words, Just Give Up  

From that moment on, Brother Gilliam’s excitement was off the charts.  

He was ready to immediately go collect hot spring water—except that Brother Leonard was currently using the bath.  

The attendants had to stop him.  

Even then, he left the salon saying, “I won’t go inside! Just to the entrance!”  

“I’m heading back to my room to sleep.”  

“That’s a good idea. Once Gilliam gets back, he’ll bombard you with questions.”  

“Yeah, no thanks.”  

Mother sighed at that.  

Even the king gave a wry smile.  

Looked like we were all in agreement.  

I did want to hear Brother Leonard’s thoughts on the bath… but my own safety took priority.  

Once Brother Gilliam got into scholar mode, he wouldn’t let me go until past midnight.  

Hopefully, by the time he takes the throne, he’ll have learned to control those impulses.  

Otherwise, I could totally see him abandoning state affairs just to research whatever caught his interest.  

—

The next morning.  

During my usual morning training, Brother Leonard showed up.  

His skin was glowing.  

Seemed like the hot spring effects lasted a while.  

I was still young, so I couldn’t really tell the difference. But seeing him—who never cared about skincare—so smooth made the effect obvious.  

I doubt he ever used lotion or anything.  

“I heard about it, Rufus. Yesterday’s bath was a hot spring, huh? My body aches completely disappeared—I was shocked.”  

“You had body aches? You need to see a healer and get that treated properly.”  

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Mother already told me the same thing yesterday.”  

Well, as long as he got the message.  

Since Mother had already scolded him, he’d probably make an effort… probably.  

But he definitely didn’t promise to.  

He’s the type to insist that minor injuries would heal with a little spit.  

“Brother Leonard, I haven’t seen Brother Gilliam around. Don’t tell me…”  

“Yeah, you guessed it. He stayed up all night researching the hot spring.”  

“I knew it. Is there any way to fix that part of him?”  

“He’s been like that since childhood. It’s hopeless.”  

I wanted to tell him “Don’t give up on him!”, but…  

Brother Leonard had the eyes of a man who had already attained enlightenment.  

I swallowed my words.  

Yeah.  

If he could change, it would’ve happened by now.  

There was no cure for Brother Gilliam.  

Unfortunate.  

—

After finishing my training and breakfast, I headed to the Summoning Guild—  

Only to find a mountain of documents piled up on the table.  

Wait.  

There were even more on the floor.  

What the hell happened here?!  

“Good morning, Selvus, Lala. Just to check… what are these papers?”  

“Good morning, Your Highness. These are inventory lists that the First Prince brought yesterday.”  

…Knew it.  

This was way too much.  

It looked like he’d written down everything that had ever been recorded in books.  

I highly doubted the king knew about this.  

Should I report it?  

Feeling curious, I skimmed through some of the lists.  

This one seemed to be clothing worn by ancient people.  

It was categorized with extreme precision.  

Some of these names sounded… suggestive.  

Did he know what he was writing down?  

“Uh… ‘Micro Bikini’? That’s definitely not something that should be on this list.”  

“Is something the matter?”  

“N-No, nothing, Lala. By the way, have you been able to summon a new magical creature?”  

I immediately forced the mental image of Lala in a micro bikini out of my head.  

That was dangerous.  

Her body type… yeah, there was no way a micro bikini would stay in place.  

Unacceptable.  

Checking their progress, I found that Selvus had successfully summoned a Lightmoth.  

Lala was close.  

A soft glow was starting to emanate from her body. But she was just one step away from fully forming the creature.  

“Thank you, Prince Rufus. Thanks to you, I was able to summon a new magical creature. I was so happy that I ended up bragging to my family—even though I should be past that age.”

Selvus let out a self-deprecating chuckle. But I could tell he was genuinely happy.  

Well, of course—he could now technically use the Light spell thanks to the Lightmoth.  

No more worries about dark roads at night.  

Watching him, Lala clenched her fists. She looked fired up.  

I could almost hear her saying “I’m gonna do my best!”  

With that much determination, she’d probably master summoning Lightmoth by the end of the day.  

To help her practice, Selvus summoned his Lightmoth.  

It looked almost exactly like my Marimo, though it didn’t seem to roll around like mine did.  

“Balt, could you inform His Majesty that Brother Gilliam sent us a mountain of inventory lists? There’s no way we can check all of this—it’d be best if he came to assess the situation himself.”  

“Understood. I’ll go at once.”  

Good, good.  

With this, the king would hopefully handle the mess Brother Gilliam created.  

Still, we couldn’t just ignore all of it. So I decided to skim through and check out anything interesting.  

Huh? Nectar?  

What’s this?  

Oh, there’s a description right next to it.  

As expected of Brother Gilliam—he never misses a detail.  

“…A resurrection elixir? Yeah, that’s definitely not something that should exist.”  

I suddenly felt a headache coming on.  

What exactly was Brother Gilliam planning to do with something like this?  

For the record, this world had no magic that could bring back the dead.  

When someone died, that was it.  

No do-overs.  

Letting only the royal family, high-ranking nobles, and the rich play the “one more life” card wouldn’t be fair.