Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11. With Effort, Anyone Can Become a Tyrant (4)
“You’re here again today, Marshmallow.”
“Yes. I have been waiting for you, Your Majesty.”
“Christmas is already upon us in just half a month.”
Christmas.
It is a day when the gods and spirits that each household reveres bestow gifts upon their rightful heirs. Of course, the standard of “goodness” varies depending on the nature of the god or spirit being worshipped, so one must live diligently according to their household’s principles.
The Naxen House, one of the continent’s most prominent casino chains, considers anyone who makes money well to be automatically good, so they diligently scrape together wealth every year, or so I’ve heard.
For their rightful heirs who earn money well, the god has prepared luxurious prizes. The gift-giving ceremony is said to be quite spectacular, with fireworks bursting every year and the heir’s name glittering across the sky—quite the spectacle, or so the rumors go.
Of course, the gift-giving system is supposedly a ten-pull gacha, so the probability of obtaining something truly excellent is extremely low, but the members of that household apparently wait for Christmas every year.
Sometimes the thrill of pulling something truly amazing is said to be extraordinary, but… honestly, I don’t quite understand it.
Wouldn’t it be better to just receive one guaranteed gift normally?
“Marshmallow, have you lived diligently this past year? Do you want a gift?”
“With all due respect, I am not the successor of Krishna, so I cannot receive a gift.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
That household did have many siblings, after all.
Since the succession of divine power is direct lineage, only those officially stamped as the rightful heir and successor can receive gifts.
Since I am Kisomalos’s sole rightful heir, I was being thoughtless.
“Do you think Your Majesty will receive one?”
“Hmm, no.”
Kisomalos’s whereabouts are currently unknown, so how could there be gifts or anything of the sort?
He’s exhausted all his divine power rewinding time, so he can’t even exercise his divine authority.
“Your Majesty is a good child, so you should be able to receive one.”
“Hmm, good children don’t go to prison.”
“In Your Majesty’s case, going to prison would be the mark of a good child.”
You really do have an unusual hatred for stubborn fools. Then again, if you weren’t such a person, you wouldn’t have sprayed that sewage-like substance when the Emperor was passing by.
The fact that your head is still attached to your shoulders is largely thanks to your older brother pulling strings for you.
“Pisha! Pisha, come out quickly! It’s an emergency!”
This idle aunt of mine is here again.
Not wanting to deal with my aunt, I rolled my body around to cover my ears, but this woman had the audacity to scoop me up and dash away.
“Aunt, where are we going?”
“Keep your head down! Wrap yourself in this and don’t make a sound!”
My aunt swaddled me in something like a cloth and held me tightly against her chest.
I could hear the sound of metal clanging from various directions.

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Now that I think about it, this is similar to what happened before I died.
The difference was that back then, some naturally-born Grand Duke fellow picked a fight with Media, then retreated wholesale, leaving everything outside the Capital in shambles. Now it seemed they were sneaking only a small elite force into the Imperial Palace to fight.
Then they overwhelmed us with numbers. Now they don’t.
Is this the work of someone with no intention of surviving? Whether it’s the Emperor or a minister, there’s no way anyone who kills their target walks away unscathed, right?
If the blockhead survives, he’ll be executed for drawing a blade in the Imperial Palace.
But if the assassination succeeds, does that change things? No, it doesn’t. Even if the blockhead dies, I’m still here.
As long as I exist and my aunt is here to wield my authority in my stead, that man is already dead.
Once I met my aunt, I had to abandon the assumption that we’d die in this chaos. If my aunt decided to protect me, escaping beyond the Imperial Palace would be simple. After all, Lorowi the Explosive is one of the three great powers of the Empire.
“Pisha. Pisha, it itches.”
Still, for some reason, she wasn’t late this time.
Relieved, I fidgeted with my aunt’s waist, packed solid with muscle. My aunt made a displeased sound, but I decided to let it slide today.
Before all this happened, my aunt had been watching someone named Chiron. That’s probably how she managed to rush to my protection without delay.
So was this cursed affair orchestrated by Duke Chiron?
“Kazelnu Lorowi! Please don’t stop!”
I was about to relax, thinking I could reach safety while cradled in her arms, when a young man whose voice somehow smelled of milk soap called out to my aunt.
“You blocked my path even knowing who I am? You’ve got nerve.”
“If you leave this place, you’ll die!”
“You?”
“Yes! Me!”
Hmm, your voice is pleasant, but your head doesn’t seem to be.
“Ende—that bastard, I mean Duke Chiron has no intention of harming the Princess! Please come with us willingly! If you don’t…!”
“If I don’t?”
“I’ll die!”
What kind of threat did you come here under?
It seems my presence in the bundle was already exposed. Thinking I might as well get a look at this dim-witted man with the pleasant voice, I wriggled and tried to poke my head out, but my aunt made a shocked sound.
“You brat! Are you trying to drag everyone down with you?!”
“If you’re Kazelnu, you’d know what this is!”
What is it, what is it! What is it already!
‘I want to see too!’
Finally finding a gap, I thrust my head out. Then I saw a brown-haired man wearing nothing but a shirt, with Lorowi-made explosive charges wrapped around his torso.
“Oh! Your Highness, how adorable!”
“You lunatic!”
This bastard is the real blockhead.
What is this? Are we all supposed to die together?
Just one explosive charge would kill all of us here, and if all those charges detonated at once, the Foreign Ministry nearby would vanish in an instant.
“This isn’t a threat, it’s sincere! Just as sincere as that bastard Ende! Damn it, that crazy bastard Ende! Die, seriously!”
Who is this crazy bastard Ende? Stop crying and explain slowly.
I tried to calm this time bomb with such volatile emotions.
“Ugh, ugh-waaah. That bastard showed up out of nowhere after all these years, demanding I hand over my private soldiers, demanding I hand over explosive charges! So I’m dying here!”
“Why would you accept all of that?”
“Superior orders must be obeyed!”
“I’ve always been subordinate, so I wouldn’t know.”
“How cold-hearted! But splendid qualities for one who will ascend the throne!”
Fine. I appreciate the compliment.
In any case, escape seemed impossible in this situation. Even if that chocolate milk-haired one was crying so softly, that very act of weeping meant they had already steeled their resolve.
That bastard will detonate into an explosive frenzy at the slightest provocation. My instincts screamed it.
“Auntie, auntie. Let’s go.”
“Pisha, will you be alright?”
“Die here or die there, what’s the difference?”
“Pisha! You’re not dying!”
“That’s right! Ende isn’t the type to kill people carelessly! The only life he finds worthless is my own!”
What kind of relationship have you built with this Ende character?
When I pressed for details, the chocolate milk one made a peculiar expression and uttered something equally bizarre.
“That bastard, he, he… he killed all my parents and siblings, you see?”
“Ah…”
“Hmm…”
“Ah, shall we pray for the deceased?”
“No. They were all killed for good reason.”
You’re remarkably matter-of-fact about it—reminds me of that Prisoner I met before.
In any case, if this Ende character’s purpose was to meet me, then the battle raging between the Imperial Guards and these intruders was utterly pointless.
Intruders or guards, they were all subjects of Kisomalos. I couldn’t let innocent people die before me.
“Cease!”
I wriggled out from the cloth bundle and pestered my auntie until my feet touched the ground.
When I cried out loudly, at least those nearby stopped fighting. The fact that they didn’t attack upon seeing my face suggested that this Ende character had no intention of killing me.
“I shall meet this Ende character! Lower your weapons!”
As I declared this solemnly, the intruders and Imperial Guards shouted my command far and wide.
When word spread that the Imperial Princess had ordered the weapons lowered, the area around me fell silent, and one by one, they knelt.
“Come, Choco. Lead the way.”
“Choco? You mean me, Your Highness?”
“Indeed.”
“Don’t I have a proper name?”
“If it’s too difficult to pronounce, I’ll forget it anyway.”
“Ah… yes.”
The way they accepted it so readily suggested the name must be quite difficult.
I put Choco ahead of me and walked forward with confident, bouncing steps.

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