Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13. Don’t Call Me a Ruffian Unless You’re Prepared to Date a Hundred Lovers (1)
When I sensed something suspicious and pressed Prisoner about his connection to Chiron, a familiar phrase spilled from his lips.
“You lumber around like a bear cub, yet you notice things like a ghost.”
That’s what I said to you earlier, Prisoner.
“I have no sense of having reversed sixteen years of time, nor any memory of it… but Chiron told me that my poor judgment caused the last legitimate heir of Kisomalos to suffer the Grand Duke’s fate.”
“….”
So that naturally-born dog of a Grand Duke was you?
Fury surged through me in an instant, and I bolted from the throne, rushing at Prisoner. With what little strength I could muster, I grabbed him by the head and yanked hard.
“You bastard! You bastard, do you have any idea how much that hurt!”
“It’s in the past—why not just forget it?”
“What are you saying! Aaaaaargh!”
I throttled his neck and wrenched at his hair with all my might, but Prisoner didn’t budge an inch. I wanted nothing more than to rip out his hair by the roots, yet even that proved impossible—his hair roots must have been forged from steel, for not a single strand came loose no matter how hard I pulled.
“Huff! Huff, huff!”
What a monster! This cursed wretch!
“Well, that’s how it is. I’ll raise you well, so why not stake your life on me for once? The Imperial Princess also needs to cultivate her own people to restore her divine power. I’ll support that too.”
This bastard even knows the method of divine restoration that I didn’t know about.
Is that family just like that? The type of teacher who knows things others don’t?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, something suddenly occurred to me.
He was so obsessed with becoming my father—could this be how his family’s god restores divine power?
“Prisoner, tell me straight.”
“Ask me anything.”
“Your divine power only manifests when you raise children?”
“….”
Bingo! No wonder he risked his life coming all the way to the Imperial Palace—he had an ulterior motive!
If I keep a powerful figure as my subordinate, Kisomalos’s divine status will rise tremendously. And if he cultivates just one major talent, he can aim for something grand himself.
No matter what, I have Kisomalos backing me—someone who will definitely ascend to the rank of a higher-tier god in the future. Raising hundreds of children wouldn’t compare to properly raising me alone.
I thought it strange that he’d pick a fight with virtually no benefit to himself, but he was targeting me all along!
“You scoundrel! You were targeting my body! You shameless bastard!”
“Why do you only speak clearly when you’re cursing someone out?”
“I don’t have time to worry about that! You wretched fool!”
“See? You’re coherent again when you’re insulting me.”
Shut up, you wretch! Drop dead! You deserve to suffer more!
I yanked at Prisoner’s hair and ears while shrieking and wailing. The man simply accepted every blow I delivered while making his point.
“Simply put, we’re bound by fate. There’s no one in this world who understands you better than I do.”
It was true, but admitting it felt unbearably frustrating and unjust.
It was certainly reassuring to have someone who understood my goals and stood by my side. Moreover, if that supporter was the Emperor of a nation, achieving my final payment would come far more quickly.
He wasn’t helping me without reason, and Prisoner had his own circumstances—conditions that suited my taste perfectly.
He needed to raise children, and I needed talented subordinates.
It was rare to find such perfect synchronicity.
“Ugh… profit!”
“Why are you acting like that? Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“I’m not holding it in! You fool!”
I slapped Prisoner’s face repeatedly, then squeezed my eyes shut. No matter how I weighed it, choosing Prisoner as my father was the better decision for me than choosing the Emperor. There were many reasons.
First, the Emperor doesn’t know the full story of the regression incident that Kisomalos caused. But Prisoner does.
Second, the Emperor has no intention of taking care of me. But Prisoner is overflowing with the will to do so.
Third, the Emperor was obsessed with women and there was never a peaceful day in the household. But seeing how this man voluntarily walked into prison for several years to rot away, I didn’t think I’d have to worry about that.
Fourth, even with all her complaints, Choco listens to Prisoner, and he seems to have influence among the soldiers. Meanwhile, the Emperor has no such influence.
And Prisoner had the ability and drive to bring an army all the way here. But the Emperor has nothing like that.
From any perspective, the Emperor had nothing better than Prisoner. The only thing worth acknowledging was his handsome face, but Prisoner wasn’t lacking in that either. He even had a sturdy build and broad shoulders—the kind that would make noblewomen whistle and cheer.
“Damn it! That sparrow’s face!”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“It’s not a compliment, you fool!”
I slapped Prisoner’s face again, then smacked my own head.
That was enough deliberation. Now came the time to choose.

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“Sit! Sit here!”
“I’m already sitting.”
“On your knees!”
I swung at Prisoner’s disrespectful face and moved his body around until he knelt on one knee. He was following my orders, but the way he kept chuckling made it seem like Prisoner was looking down on me.
“Listen up!”
But I was Kisomalos’s one and only legitimate heir. I possessed the magnanimity of the sea itself.
My heart was so broad that I could join hands even with the bastard who had me executed. As vast as the only sea in the abyss.
“I! Hereby! Appoint! You! As! My! Father!”
I struck Prisoner’s shoulders and head repeatedly as I conducted the appointment ceremony. All my affection for the Emperor had vanished.
My political foundation was weak, and my aunt was not suited for governance. Prisoner was my only remaining choice.
It was a forced decision, but perhaps it would become the best choice in the future.
“I accept your command.”
“Good! Raise me to be excellent!”
Speaking with such boldness, Prisoner lifted me into his arms and returned to the First Audience Hall where everyone was waiting.
He set me down beside my aunt, then returned to the throne and sat. Prisoner disrespectfully beckoned to me with his hand.
Showing everyone through action the decision I had just made was a good idea. But that was separate from how I felt.
You really have no manners, Prisoner. I clearly told you to mind your manners when we meet again.
“You bastard, mind your manners.”
I didn’t like his arrogant tone, but to complete the show, I made popping sounds as I headed toward the throne.
I passed the Emperor smoothly and clung to Prisoner’s legs. Then the man who had once been my father cried out.
“Pisha!”
Whether the Emperor raged or not, Prisoner lifted me up and sat me on his lap. Then he made a promise to my aunt.
“I have received the command of the Imperial Princess and obtained the position of protector by defeating the Emperor. I promise to return this throne to Kisomalos on the day Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos comes of age.”
Unable to imagine things would unfold this way, Choco gasped in shock and collapsed into her seat.
My aunt didn’t seem particularly fond of Prisoner, but the moment we began discussing the execution date of the Emperor, her expression suddenly brightened.
“There will certainly be those who defend the Emperor. This matter is far from over. You understand that, don’t you, Your Highness?”
“Ugh. Do I look like a fool to you, Prisoner?”
“It’s not Prisoner. It’s Father.”
“That’s not it either. It’s Pisha.”
Right, we had just spoken of being a community bound by fate and all that.
Let’s see how far we can push this, Prisoner.
“On this day of the year 8178 of the Narakryeok calendar! The legitimate bloodline of Kisomalos hereby elevates Chiron to the throne as Emperor, and proclaims the first year of the Chiron era!”
From the throne now drenched in blood and filth, I proclaimed the inaugural year of Chiron’s reign.

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We relocated to the Second Audience Hall, and the first we summoned were the Imperial Historians.
The sole legitimate bloodline in five hundred years of Kisomalos history determined that the former Emperor, who neglected the realm and drove the Empress to her death, must face judgment.
Thus, Helbatro Mayuna Kisomalos was to be executed, and the imperial duties would be entrusted to Chiron until I came of age.
The assault on the Imperial Palace was orchestrated by Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos, and Chiron merely followed her orders.
Having recorded the events in a manner that would protect Prisoner as much as possible, I transferred all imperial authority and responsibility to him, then sprawled across his lap.
There is nothing more for me to do now. Prisoner can manage the realm however he sees fit.
I remain merely a princess, yesterday and today alike.
Besides, at five years old, I’m still at an age meant for play. So there’s no need to concern myself with matters of state.

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