Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130. The Red-Haired Grandmother Is Not Someone to Adopt (3)
“Mere execution won’t serve as a proper example.”
“The electric chair.”
“Impalement.”
Shirley I could forgive, but Croa—looking so docile yet suggesting the most terrifying punishment of all? I was about to mock the Little One alongside Grayson when the Chief Chamberlain pressed her palm to her forehead and reorganized my thoughts.
“Wait a moment. So you’re saying you are Luruella Lilith? The former wife of Chiron Duke?”
“That’s correct. Though I only retain memories from ages thirteen to sixteen.”
“And Empress Lutia is Luruella’s biological daughter?”
“Yupi made that deduction. Now that I think about it, there was a child’s funeral held at Chiron Duke’s House, and apparently they adopted that child.”
The Chief Chamberlain looked at the Prisoner as if questioning whether this could be true. But my youngest son merely shrugged and spoke with utter indifference.
“I know nothing of it.”
“Show some interest in family matters!”
“My entire household died when I was young. What’s the point?”
Ah, so that’s how it was. This Little One has suffered quite a bit too. But how did he end up becoming the Princess’s father and then the Emperor himself? Are all my children cursed? Why do they keep getting entangled with these lunatics and doing things that shouldn’t be their fate?
“But you see….”
Croa, who had remained silent since proposing impalement, quietly raised his hand. The Little One’s face showed complete bewilderment as he alternated his gaze between me and my youngest son before speaking.
“Both you and Empress Lutia share ‘Luru’ in your names, and your personalities and appearances are similar. Didn’t Your Majesty consider the possibility of blood relation?”
“I’ve never even met that woman. How would I know?”
“Ah… yes.”
“And if names are too similar, doesn’t that actually obscure the connection?”
“That’s a fair point.”
True enough—one wouldn’t name both mother and daughter Luru, would they? My son speaks with remarkable logic… this aspect resembles my former fiancé. Chiron Duke’s Eldest Son had always been the type to speak only what was right, infuriatingly so.
“Luru luru luru! I pulled it off!”
Everyone was engaged in serious discussion about the current situation when the door burst open and Yupi entered. The royal family, seeing this ten-year-old version of Yupi for the first time, remained motionless for a moment before quickly identifying the intruder and erupting into frantic action.
“Seize that bastard!”
“Hey, you burned-faced wretch!”
“Please return Pisha! Please!”
“Disable their divine power! Bind their arms first!”
Remarkable—with three adults present, Shirley made the most rational judgment. I found myself inwardly admiring Shirley when a sharp sound accompanied by a chilling aura washed over me.
It was Choco. She drew her sword and attempted to cleave Yupi in two in a single motion. I rushed to stop her, but Ende was faster.
“If you eliminate that one, Pisha won’t return.”
“Tch.”
This one’s obsessed with slaughter—constantly trying to kill people whenever bored. Though I have no memories of him, he feels familiar as my son, so I confided in the Prisoner, and my son likewise shared tales of the past with me.
“That bastard kept complaining how boring, how boring it all was.”
After the Princess disappeared, he’d leave the Imperial Palace whenever bored and not return for over a month. When he did return, he’d chant his mantra of boredom. I was constantly anxious he’d lose his mind and commit a massacre of innocents.
We truly were born under such a fate. Why is everyone around me insane?
As I sighed about my own suffering because of Yupi, Ende laughed heartily, asking if Mother had endured the same hardship. The brat—growing up without parents, he must have wanted to lament to me, yet he turned out so resilient. Truly my son.
“Luru, wait just a moment! I’ll be quick!”
“I understand the situation well enough. Don’t resist.”
“Eeeek!”
Hey, you crazy bastard! I told you I’d get myself out—you can’t use the Princess as a shell! I smacked Yupi on the head in anger, and she grabbed her head with tears welling up in her eyes.
This idiot’s body became ten years old, so did her intelligence regress to match?
“But Lorowi said Pisha’s body would accept it the best!”
“Tch, that doesn’t mean you get to harm someone else!”
I thought she’d created a homunculus or something, stuffed my memories into a new body! This blockhead’s reckless methods are exactly the same as they were back then!
“Ow! Ow!”
I kept striking her head with sharp taps, but Yupi didn’t dodge—she took every blow and shed tears silently. Come to think of it, she always did enjoy being hit by me. I should stop.
“Alright… everyone calm down for a moment. I’ll take responsibility for the Princess and return her safely.”
“What?! No! I’m going to live with Luruella forever!”
“Do that without burdening others, you pathetic little worm.”
The Princess’s body and life belong to the Princess. So I have to return them to their rightful owner. That’s basic morality and common sense for someone from the modern world. When I said this, Yupi was displeased, but when I suggested she could be with Luruella if she had a new body, she accepted it positively.
“For now, let me consult with Lorowi.”
“That damned Lorowi—I need to see their face this time.”
Right, right, they’ll definitely object to sending Yupi to the workshop alone anyway, so let’s all go together.
I led the way into the workshop, threw Yupi’s workshop key down, and tapped the furnace loudly with my staff. Lorowi rushed out covering their ears. Then they looked at me intently and wore a shocked expression.
“Oh my, you’ve already used up Luruella?”
“…Used up?”
“Huh? You used up the seal completely and Pisha came out, right? That’s why everyone detected it and came looking.”
What is this now? I stood there bewildered, but Yupi’s face went pale as if she understood what Lorowi meant.
“Wait, surely not!”
“That ‘surely’ is exactly right!”
Hey, explain so people can understand.
I made a motion to kick Lorowi, and they laughed and quickly dodged before continuing.
“What would be Yupi’s most precious thing? Obviously, the seal containing Luruella’s memories.”
“But Lorowi, you never said anything like that!”
“You never asked… and Yupi had no memories back then anyway.”
Ah… now that I think about it, Yupi’s alchemy can use the most precious thing as payment, right? It seems the alchemical material used over these past thirty years was my very existence itself. In other words, the seal containing Luruella’s memories.
This is ridiculous. So Yupi kidnapped the Princess and caused all this commotion just to live with me for half a year?
“B-but you said we could be together forever, forever!”
“If we re-seal it, forever is no problem. Of course, you’ll have to stop using alchemy too.”
“Hic, ugh, waaaah!”
She really has lost her mind. Yupi clung to me and wept bitterly. Lorowi patted her gently while deliberately puffing out their chest.
“But don’t worry! I’ve bought time so Yupi can find a way!”
What is this now? I’ve always thought Yupi was insane, but looking at this, the family deity is the real problem. If the ancestor god is mad, then all the descendants would be mad too.
“I obtained immortality from Saint-Germain! Yupi won’t age in that state now, so you have the maximum time remaining! In the meantime, let’s find something even more precious and discover a way to bind Luruella to this world!”
Hearing Lorowi’s words, Yupi stopped crying. Her face drained of color in a different way, and she pointed accusingly at Lorowi.
“Wait, that immortality… it couldn’t have been free, could it?”
“Ding dong!”
Lorowi cheerfully announced that she’d gotten the answer right, clapped their hands in praise, then delivered shocking news.
“I’m a special-grade deity anyway with nothing I want to do, so I just exchanged divine power for it—I’m a spirit now!”
“Gaaaahhhhh!”
Wait, if a mid-tier deity was drained enough to become a spirit, how much divine power did she extract?
Wow… she really is insane. Her descendants are nothing special. Lorowi’s original founder was the craziest of them all.
Well, if that’s how it is, then I truly have nothing to worry about. Yupi will simply need to find something more precious than me over time, and the Princess will be returned to her family and friends. If that bastard finds something more precious than me, she won’t be as troublesome even after summoning me again.
I clapped my hands to draw everyone’s attention. Princess Vishnabel will return soon. Once I extract my memories through alchemy, that is.
As I spoke with such relief, Chiron cast a disapproving look at Yupi and addressed me.
“Mother, are you truly content with this?”
“Of course.”
From the moment I met Yupi, my life became thoroughly entangled. Since I can’t even bring myself to hate her, I have no choice but to be dragged along like this.
I sighed and spoke, then gave Ende a light punch as advice.
“You said she’s a precious child? Don’t you ever lose her again.”
“Yes, Mother.”
I grabbed Yupi’s head and headed toward the alchemical furnace. Now I’ll return to being a sealed vessel.
It was brief, but I’m glad we met. Though he’s a son I have no memory of, if the opportunity comes, if we can meet again someday, I would truly be delighted.
Until then, stay well and healthy.
I bid farewell to Yupi and Ende, then plunged into the furnace.

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