Forced to Be the Nature Saintess When All I Wanted Was to Slack Off

After transmigrating into the second young master of the Water Saintess’s household, Morin’s life creed could be summed up in just two words: slack off.

At home, the family owned orchards stretching for miles, and outside, knights stood guard. Above him, his Saintess mom held up the sky; below, his genius elder sister was there to inherit the family business. All he had to do was lie under a tree, savor a ruby honey pomelo worth a small fortune, and completely toss aside the soul-crushing rat race of his past life.

Until his mother gently handed him an invitation from the elves. “Little Morin, go take a vacation at the Nature Festival. If you can just place in the top ten, there’ll be a divine reward.”

Morin thought: a fully funded trip and free rewards on top of that—this lined up perfectly with his way of slacking off! He had it all planned out: watch the ceremony, cheer for his big sister, soak in hot springs, drink fruit wine, then tuck the prize under his arm and go back home to keep lying around. However, when the festival ended, he touched his newly grown pointed ears, stared at his reflection—dressed in a Saintess’s ceremonial robes, silver hair falling to his waist—then looked over at the elf princess beside him, who should have been the predetermined choice but now only stared ahead blankly…

Morin’s world came crashing down.

“Wait, what?! Weren’t we just supposed to be going through the motions?! Big Sis Tilisa, listen to me! I really never meant to steal your job!!!”

This is the story of a total slacker who, thanks to the gods’ grand-scale “forced recruitment drive” and the “enthusiastic help” of various so-called “friendly” factions, is dragged into shouldering responsibility and forced to sprint ahead on the very path where he only ever wanted to slack off.