Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114. People Who Rush Forward Can End Up Going Very Far (2)
I obtained permission from Father through Emily to go out, and under the pretense of encouraging the newspaper staff, I made my way to the destination. After offering the employees words of good fortune—that someday would come when our worth would be recognized—I went to the courtyard behind the company, dug into the earth with a small shovel, and buried the talisman firmly in the ground.
Emily seemed to think I had planted seeds of some plant, asking if she should fetch water from the tap.
“Well, since we’ve planted it anyway, let’s water it too.”
“Yes!”
After Emily brought a bucket of water and poured it, we stomped our feet in rhythm, clapped our hands, and looked around in all directions.
“Lalalalala, lalalala.”
“Lalalalala, lalalala.”
Emily and I, who sang that well-known song, linked arms and danced to the lalalalala. Since we had even performed a ritual for wheat and barley to grow, the talisman would surely show some effect.
After offering a final greeting to Lorowi, I returned to the Princess Palace with a light heart. Since I hadn’t held great expectations, a few days passed and I completely forgot about the talisman I had buried.

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“Pisha! This is huge news! Absolutely huge news!”
“What, what is it! Has war broken out!”
It was nap time, and drowsiness was coming and going, so I was sitting on the sofa with my head nodding, when the door opened and Shirley entered.
“It’s about your newspaper, Pisha! It’s quietly becoming a trend among the nobility in the salons!”
“What!”
Whether this report reached Father’s ears first, a swift telegram arrived from the Main Imperial Palace. It said that since a consumer base had emerged, we should pursue a premium strategy targeting that market, and from now on, we would increase the quality of the newspaper’s paper and set the price twenty times higher than other newspapers.
“Ha, really!”
These diligent and clever people! I haven’t even grasped the situation yet, and they’re already devising countermeasures!
Unable to hide my joy at this unexpected windfall, Croa stepped forward and spoke of my and Kisomalos’s greatness.
“As expected of you, Pisha, blessed by Kisomalos. To think we’re already receiving such positive responses.”
“Huh?”
Our god is currently in sheep form, munching on french fries. Thinking he doesn’t seem to have such power, I looked at Kisomalos eating french fries like a person at a table in the corner of the room, and the golden sheep let out a small “baa” and hid the french fries.
I’m not going to steal them from you, you damned sheep god.
“Hmm… a premium strategy, I see.”
Still, this isn’t a business we can continue by abandoning the common people.
I thought it would be better to use a premium strategy but divide the brand into two—one for the wealthy to collect, and the other priced at about double the regular newspaper price so that common folk curious about what the wealthy are reading could easily access it. That way, there would likely be demand.
“I must see Father! Everyone, let’s go!”
“Yes, Pisha!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
I went to the Emperor’s Office and presented my opinion, and learned how the trend started in the salons. It could be said that this too was thanks to Kisomalos’s blessing, since someone connected to me became the starting point of the trend.
The eldest daughter of House of Bridget, who had been summoned to the Imperial Palace because of me. She eventually inherited Bridget General Hospital and is now the director of a major hospital. This woman, who had always paid attention to my activities, issued orders for the newspaper to be stocked in each department when the Kisomalos edition came out, and since there was a member of a certain influential salon among the hospitalized patients, the trend began to spread from there.
“Wow! The eldest daughter of Bridget! I shall bestow a medal upon that friend!”
“Calm yourself. There are no medals you can bestow with your authority as Princess yet.”
“Then I shall bestow a medal in Father’s name!”
“That decision is mine to make, not yours.”
“Ah, come on! She did something commendable, give her a medal!”
“Unless the eldest daughter of Bridget performs an act of national salvation, I cannot award her a medal.”
“Ugh! You’re impossibly incorruptible!”
“Thank you for the praise.”
How could I not reward you within my means? I feel terrible about the offerings I bought for Father long ago, so I want to do something for you.
“Oh!”
That’s right! The talisman I made with Lorowi last time! While I’m replacing the one buried at the Newspaper Company, why don’t I make another and offer it as a complimentary service at Bridget General Hospital for a week? The idea struck me like lightning, so I decided to move forward with procuring the materials.
“Make sure to deliver those two newspaper talismans! I’m too busy now!”
Sapphire and what was it? Garnet and… mixed vegetables!
I had Emily prepare the materials while I headed to the Empress Palace. The restricted area was guarded by Imperial Guards, but once I announced myself as the Princess and wrote my name in the visitor’s log, they opened the doors without hesitation.
“Lorowi! Lorowi, Lorowi!”
“My goodness, you’re here again?”
“Yes! I brought the materials this time!”
“Ha ha, alchemy is fun, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
Alchemy is the best. You put in the designated materials, give it a swirl and a pop, and the object you want materializes—it amazed me that the House of Lorowi, possessing such power, hadn’t conquered the world yet.
“Ah, spin spin! Swirl and pop!”
“Oh my, well done! Our rightful heir does well!”
“I’m Kisomalos!”
“Oh right, that’s still the case!”
Honestly, Lorowi! Even a great lesser deity shouldn’t make such mistakes! Perhaps I should ask Kisomalos if I can play both sides!
I made two talismans and obtained another exit permit. I went to the Newspaper Company under the pretense of distributing bonuses since the papers were selling well, scattered money around, then went to the courtyard behind the building and buried the talismans with a flourish before dancing the “wheat and barley grow” dance with Emily.
“Next! To Bridget General Hospital!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
As I moved with Emilies, I met Count Bridget’s eldest daughter at the hospital entrance and shared a joyful embrace. I expressed my delight and praised her for handling this matter so well, and she smiled broadly before asking a question.
“Your Highness, do you remember me?”
“Of course! You’re the one from our childhood games—the stage whirlwind, aren’t you!”
“You remember! You’re as brilliant as the newspaper articles say!”
Hehe, I am rather brilliant. I couldn’t keep a busy person detained for long, so I mentioned I’d bestow a reward on the Count’s House soon and had a brief chat about recent happenings.
I could see directly that the eldest daughter was doing well as hospital director. When I asked what the second daughter was doing, she said she was pursuing a doctorate in history at university. It seemed she was considering becoming a professor… This was fortunate, as I felt I could lend a hand somehow. They must have suffered greatly being dragged around by Father, so I should ensure proper compensation.
“Pardon me for a moment, Your Highness. It looks like something got caught in your hair. May I brush it off for you?”
“Huh? What got on me? Go ahead.”
With my permission, Count Bridget’s eldest daughter pulled out a handkerchief and scrubbed my hair without hesitation.
What on earth was stuck in there?! Startled by her vigorous touch, I stepped back, and the woman withdrew her hand in confusion.
“That’s strange. There seemed to be quite a bit of dust.”
“Huh? Dust? It doesn’t come out even when I brush it?”
At the mention of dust, I ran my fingers through my hair vigorously, but nothing resembling dust came out. Perhaps the sunlight made it look that way? My blonde hair is quite lustrous, after all.
“I apologize. I must have been mistaken.”
It’s fine. You’re not overworking yourself, are you? Go inside and get some good IV fluids or something. You’re the hospital director, after all.
“Thank you for your concern. I’ll do that then.”
The eldest daughter seemed to have something on her mind too, thinking she must be tired lately, and headed into the hospital. I went to the hospital’s walking path, buried another talisman, and danced the “wheat and barley grow” dance with Emily.
“Today’s outdoor schedule is complete!”
“Hurry along. If we’re late for class, Marshmallow will get angry again.”
“Hahaha! Even when Marshmallow’s upset, it’s not scary at all!”
If Marshmallow sulks, he’ll just go to his room and cry while eating marshmallows. But since it’d be pitiful to upset him without reason, I should hurry and fix this.
I urged my driver Emily to return to the Imperial Palace. I sprinted ahead since I’d arrive right on time for class, and I spotted Marshmallow coming toward the study room in the distance.
“If I enter before the teacher, I’m safe!”
Wahaha! As expected, I’m much faster at running! I proudly opened the door and entered the Study Room, and Croa and Shirley, who had arrived first, spotted me and widened their eyes in shock.
…Huh? They saw me, so why are their eyes so wide?
“Your Highness, your hair!”
“Your Highness! Your hair!”
Eh? What’s wrong with my hair? Confused, I looked at my reflection in the window—and there stood Vishnabel with hair completely white as snow.

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