Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2097: Making her a supervisor (4)

Astonishment struck me as I discovered Rose looming above me, her features twisted in worry.

Having only just awakened, I possessed no inkling of the situation at hand.

However, the worry etched on her visage and the clamor echoing from outside revealed the chaos unfolding.

It required mere moments for me to deduce the identity of the one she referenced.

Within the castle, solely one figure possessed the capacity to ignite such turmoil.

"What happened?" I inquired in a steady tone, aiming simultaneously to soothe Rose's agitation.

Her tension eased somewhat upon my words, leading her to reply, "The maids inspected her chamber and discovered her absence. They scoured all typical locations, yet failed to locate her anywhere."

A helpless sigh escaped me at this revelation, drawing a raised eyebrow from Rose.

I had little difficulty surmising Dorothy's whereabouts, recalling vividly her yearning expression upon our departure from the workshop. Children's fervor for such pursuits made the conclusion obvious.

Emitting yet another sigh, I declared, "I’ll go locate her. Cease the search efforts, lest the others learn of this and complications arise."

Rose furrowed her brows lightly at my statement before offering a nod of agreement.

Proceeding to the workshop, I found the interior aglow as anticipated.

The illumination failed to arouse suspicion among others, indicating this was a recurrent sight. Nonetheless, I could readily distinguish the variance in reasons for the lights burning then compared to now.

Formerly, the glow stemmed from feigned industry.

At present, it arose from authentic toil within the workshop by one who ought to remain abed.

Upon entering, surprise gripped me as Queenie stood alert, her gaze toward me pleading for intervention.

The cause of her desperation was plain: at the workshop's core, another figure labored over the molds, employing an orb to infuse divine energy into them drip by drip.

Helplessly, I shook my head at the scene, then uttered, "It’s time to cease. Escaping your bed in this manner is improper."

Dorothy flinched sharply at the sound of my voice.

This reaction stemmed partly from the interruption to her mold-focused concentration, and partly from being exposed in the act.

She pivoted with a sheepish expression, pulling the pitiful pout that children employ to evoke sympathy.

Such a tactic proved ineffective against me.

Aware of the myriad disruptions she had wrought, I recognized the necessity of discipline.

Yet as I approached, I observed insects darting about Dorothy as well.

Dorothy had not toiled in solitude; evidently, she had compelled Queenie's assistance by directing the bugs to fetch items for her.

Queenie knew this procedure intimately, for it was her independent duty during my absences—though I suspected her tendency toward idleness had prevented fulfillment.

Witnessing their collaborative method, a notion crystallized in my thoughts.

I understood that dissuading Dorothy from continuing would prove arduous.

Children of her ilk harbored unyielding determination, resisting persuasion absent compelling justification.

Hence, I resolved to furnish her with such a rationale.

"Come along, time to return to bed. The household frets over your disappearance, prompting a frantic search across the castle."

Dorothy quivered upon hearing this, as though visualizing the fallout.

I offered no aid in this, for her choices demanded reckoning, and I aligned with those delivering the reprimand.

Rather, I commented, "It appears you’ve mastered wielding the orb."

Dorothy’s gaze brightened instantly at my observation.

This spark arose not from any illusion of evasion, which she had long accepted as inevitable. Instead, she simply disregarded the impending scolding, captivated by the engaging subject.

From the details Dorothy shared, it became clear she had labored diligently.

Despite the inconvenience she inflicted upon all, her advancements were undeniably substantial.

Most notably, she had succeeded in motivating Queenie to contribute.

Under these circumstances, the optimal resolution presented itself...

"Given your diligent efforts, I’m appointing you as this workshop’s supervisor."

Dorothy’s eyes gleamed with delight at the proclamation, while Queenie’s countenance darkened. The latter cast an urgent plea my way, beseeching reversal, though I disregarded her entirely.

To Dorothy alone, I added, "However, as supervisor, you’re obligated to uphold the workshop’s schedule. Forcing subordinates into all-night overtime violates that, doesn’t it?"

Dorothy nodded gradually in assent, a hint of unease flickering as if detecting a ploy.

Ultimately, though, the allure of her new role overshadowed any doubts.

Queenie, in contrast, wore a look of utter despair, fully comprehending the impending shift.

Absence of overtime scarcely implied reduced workload for her.

Her chronic procrastination meant she would now endure far more actual labor.

Queenie’s distraught visage puzzled me, for I couldn’t fathom her failure to rebuff Dorothy. Compliance seemed effortlessly avoidable, lacking any binding compulsion.

Nevertheless, if heightened productivity and output ensued, I harbored no objections.

This development would soothe the neighboring realms, fostering contentment amid the affair.

They observed these events with utmost scrutiny, so providing an uplifting diversion proved beneficial. It would redirect scrutiny from Dorothy, whom they had previously united against.

Although workshop concerns had reached closure, the evening’s proceedings remained unresolved.

"So do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?"

At these words, Dorothy trembled uncontrollably before swiveling to face me.

I offered no response, merely turning aside.

In truth, these outcomes arose from her own deeds.