Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102. The Maximum Speed of a Shuttlecock at Its Peak Is 330 km/h (4)
But this actually happened—what was I supposed to do about it? I spoke only the truth, yet I was treated like a liar. I was genuinely upset.
“Even if you are the Young Hero, treating me as a liar is quite disheartening.”
“It seems my expression was clumsy. I apologize. However, I believe the Princess should know the truth.”
“Look, what I’m saying IS the truth!”
This Young Hero was infuriating! When I raised my voice sharply, Hisperon’s expression hardened as he hastily bowed.
“Please forgive my rudeness. Of course, everything Your Highness says is correct.”
No, that’s not what I meant! Goodness, what do I do now? My carefully built tower was crumbling. The Young Hero had apparently accepted that I wasn’t speaking facts but rather the Imperial Family’s characteristic stubbornness, and now he was deferring to me with diplomatic courtesy. It was infuriating!
Nanakda, standing beside Hisperon, had a look that said, “Are you really going to insist while seeing him like this?” I was so wronged! Absolutely wronged!
“Don’t worry, Pisha. Why not just show them?”
“Huh? Choco, what are you doing?”
“Have them gather a thousand Imperial soldiers. Let’s test whether I can kill them or not.”
That would start a war, you fool! Besides, fighting a thousand trained soldiers in open ground was obviously different from fighting in Loruruje Fortress.
In the fortress, the narrow corridors would have allowed Choco to lure and kill them, and ambushes would have been possible. But here, the geography was disadvantageous.
I wasn’t trying to display the Imperial Family’s characteristic stubbornness, and there had to be a way to show Choco’s abilities without…
“Aha!”
Sports! Let’s have a wholesome sports match! No one would die that way!
As I thought this far, I suddenly remembered the emergency bag Father had given me. Badminton—let’s play badminton!
“Choco, badminton! Let’s play badminton!”
“Huh? Right now?”
“Yes! Father gave this to me in case something like this happened!”
I had Emily bring the badminton set. I asked the Young Hero to stop bowing and find some flat ground, and he mentioned there was a spacious athletic field at the Soldier Training Camp.
“Let’s go! Move, move!”
The master of Hisperon’s Residence and all the guests were marching forth!
As I called out confidently and led the way, Hisperon gently grabbed my chin, asked for permission, and lifted me up effortlessly.
“Um… the training facility is in the opposite direction.”
“Right…”
My heart had gotten ahead of me. I would obediently follow the Young Hero. As a Princess, I was being carried in the Young Hero’s arms toward the athletic field. Since I played this often with Father, I carefully marked out the regulation court dimensions with a line marker.
“There! Since it’s singles, the width is 5.18 meters and the length is 13.4 meters! I’ve also drawn the left and right service courts!”
“…How do you know such things?”
“The Emperor won’t play unless it’s a regulation court!”
When playing with friends, I had to use a doubles court, so I knew those dimensions too. A net would have been nice, but since we were just showing off Choco’s abilities, it didn’t matter. While I was thinking this, Choco fired a gun toward the sky. A net was descending from above.
“Surely Father didn’t think of this too?”
“I have no idea. I’m terrified of that man myself.”
We picked up the net and had a passing soldier hold it. Since the international standard height was 155 centimeters, a tall adult holding it wouldn’t strain their arms and it fit perfectly.
After distributing badminton rackets, I tossed a coin to determine who would serve first. Choco, who won the serve, tossed the shuttlecock high and swung her right arm.
“Alright, let’s begin!”
But the shuttlecock never moved forward. With a single swing of Choco’s racket, the head of the badminton racket snapped off and flew somewhere, embedding itself in a wooden pillar with a terrifying cracking sound.
“Pisha, this is too fragile!”
“Try controlling your strength! Hit it gently!”
“Yes!”
I handed Choco a second racket to correct her form, and the man gently swung it to find a section that wouldn’t break. Then he tossed the shuttlecock high and swung his right arm with casual indifference.
Whoosh!
A sound like a whistle pierced the air. But far more painful than any whistle. The vibration from the air displacement made my eardrums shudder, forcing me to cover my ears, and the shuttlecock vanished as if teleporting before embedding itself at the boy hero’s feet.
Hisperon looked quite flustered before the monster, yet he didn’t lose his composure. Since it was now the boy hero’s turn to serve, he extracted the shuttlecock from the floor, but whatever ordeal it had endured during that serve left its feathers shedding like autumn leaves and its cork split into eight pieces.
“….”
“….”
Hisperon and Nanakda stood in silence, witnessing the shuttlecock’s glorious demise. Nanakda alternated his gaze between the rigid Hisperon and Choco before offering a fresh observation.
“If that thing hits our house’s illegitimate child wrong, wouldn’t he die?”
“There hasn’t been a single case of someone dying from being hit by a shuttlecock yet.”
Though there have been cases of blindness, I must admit. I tossed a new shuttlecock to Hisperon to resume the match. But the boy hero didn’t serve; he merely fiddled with the shuttlecock endlessly.
It seemed he was contemplating whether ‘this thing really breaks so easily?’
“I concede defeat.”
That’s our Hisperon for you. When victory seems impossible, no one retreats faster than he does. In truth, withdrawing without casualties requires extraordinary military acumen. Countless have perished by missing the moment to retreat, yet Hisperon has survived through so many battlefields that his continued existence borders on the miraculous.
“I fear my rash assumptions have caused you offense. My sincerest apologies, Choco, Your Highness the Princess.”
“Oh no, not at all. Unless you experience it firsthand, you can’t truly understand how remarkable Choco is.”
“Hehe, well, now you know.”
As Hisperon bowed again in apology, Choco and I twisted ourselves into knots assuring him it was fine. I appreciate this honest side of Hisperon, but the Princess does seem embarrassed.
“Wow, Choco really is amazing. Killing a thousand people might not have been impossible after all.”
“Of course! Our Choco is that incredible!”
“Hehe. It was rather difficult, though.”
Now that Nanakda acknowledged her, we couldn’t help but puff up with pride. Hisperon clung to Choco wanting to hear the details of what happened at the fortress, while I decided to play a badminton match with Nanakda since I’d already drawn the court.
“Eh, playing against a kid younger than me? The outcome’s obvious.”
“Huh? I’m confident I can win.”
“Don’t pretend to be strong.”
“Wager?”
“Sure.”
Nanakda and I made a simple wager—the winner gets the best dish from dinner—and began our match.
Naturally, I won. I’m someone who trained in badminton for five years against Chiron, who shows no mercy even to children. In fact, I think I could hold my own against Hisperon.
The Emperor’s Son’s pride was clearly wounded, and by the end he was nearly in tears swinging the racket. Having lost all three sets without winning a single one, Nanakda lay sprawled on the ground while Choco and Hisperon went to offer him words of comfort.
“I told you to exercise together regularly.”
“Pisha is a little one raised by Chiron. It would be strange if she didn’t win.”
Listening closely, it sounded more like they were just teasing him. Anyway, we worked up a good sweat and returned to the residence.
At dinner, according to our wager, I claimed my favorite food from Nanakda’s plate. Since nothing from the main course or appetizers particularly appealed to me, I promptly took the dessert—the orange tart.
The Emperor’s Son seemed quite fond of the orange tart, his face turning considerably sullen. I must say, teasing Nanakda has its own special charm.
“Grandmother! Isn’t Croa coming down?”
“No. He says he has no appetite.”
Still sulking, it seems.
I said I’d visit him myself after dinner and transferred the evening meal to a bowl with Emily. It looked like a protest demanding I come feed him personally, so I knocked on the guest room door that Hisperon had prepared exclusively for Croa.
“Croa, are you there?”
“….”
“He’s going in?”
Fortunately, the door wasn’t locked. As I opened it and stepped inside, I could see Croa lying face-down on the bed, his face completely buried in the pillow. At this rate, he’d suffocate.

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