Lap Pillow

The human brain tires easily.

Especially if it’s someone who doesn’t usually have to think much.

“I can’t do any more. No, I won’t.”

Leon, after Aurora had pushed him into writing for several days, declared a strike.

The S-rank skill reward, freedom, whatever—if this kept up, his brain circuitry would fry and he’d turn into an idiot.

“Aw, come on, just write a little more. I’m telling you, the novel you wrote will sell all over the continent! It’s your chance to become a famous author!”

“Even so, my name won’t be on it. You’ll take all the credit and all the honor, Your Highness.”

“Well, because I’m Leon’s master... Still, wouldn’t Leon feel proud if people read his novel?”

Aurora spouted nonsense that didn’t even make sense, but Leon wasn’t weak enough to fall for that kind of gaslighting.

Motivation, after all, comes from proper compensation...