Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133. How to Not Become Obsessed with a Child Missing for Over Half a Year (2)
“Wait a moment. You hate it this much—forcing surgery on her seems rather harsh….”
“You applauded Shirley for doing well, but the moment Pisha cries, you crumble.”
“Be quiet, Chiron!”
After that, I wept for quite some time. I cried so hard my hands went limp, and now I’m exhausted—utterly incapable of anything. When I was five, I could cry like this and bounce back without a care. Growing older is terrifying. I’m worn out over something so trivial.
“If the Princess’s will is thus, we shall proceed with a more compact version of the procedure.”
“O…kay.”
Yes, if it’s smaller, I think I can accept it without resistance. All that crying wasn’t in vain.
I gulped down the ion drink Shirley brought and chewed on the chocolate Croa fed me.
With electrolytes and sugar, my energy returns!
“But this—you mentioned a spirit stone that emits a specific frequency.”
“Yes, Pisha.”
“I don’t understand the principle well, so I’m not sure if it’s possible. If frequency can be converted to location data, why not convert it to sound? I think we could make communication equipment from this.”
Upon hearing my suggestion, Doctor Marichi paused, furrowed her brow, and spoke with gravity.
“Two-way communication would require further research, but if we’re simply transmitting sound in one direction, it should be possible with current technology, yes?”
“That works too. Distribute receivers to the citizens, and we could broadcast state propaganda news all day long….”
No, wait. If it’s just news, no one will listen. We need something entertaining, something engaging. Like a musical celebrating a boy hero—whatever it is, people only pay attention if it’s fun. Radio dramas performed with voices alone, broadcasts sharing information for specific hobby enthusiasts. If we properly schedule such content and air it at set times….
“Whoa! If we do this right, couldn’t we even broadcast live sports matches?!”
Once receivers are distributed to every household, we can make the people passionate about sports. Whatever catches on will attract corporate sponsors, and advertisements will flood the broadcasts themselves.
This is a goldmine. A complete money-printing machine. Shirley and everyone at Shirley’s mother’s research institute have created something magnificent!
“Let’s do it fast! We’ll do it ourselves! Market monopoly is crucial!”
And I’ll secure all property rights and copyrights to the radioactive frequency broadcasting business itself, collecting royalties whenever other nations use it!
This is absolutely brilliant! I was just poking around to see if we could make a convenient communication device for wartime, and I’ve come up with an entire business venture. Even I’m terrified by my own talent! I was a genius!
Usually when I present ideas like this, Father praises me as a genius, so I puffed out my chest and prepared to receive compliments at any moment. But Father, Choco, and the Chief Chamberlain all made strange faces and spoke as if cursing me, yet holding back.
“How did that head manage to fail so spectacularly?”
“What kind of mess did Helbatro create back then?”
“Kisomalos really didn’t work, I’m telling you. I don’t feel sorry for her anymore.”
Why, what is this? Don’t speak in riddles—just praise me already! Praise is always good no matter how much or how often, so I whined for them to hurry up and extol me. Father clapped his hands dismissively.
“Yes, my daughter is a genius, a genius.”
“Put more heart into it!”
“We’ll secure initial capital from the Chiron Duchy.”
“Father’s the best!”
Hehehehe, yes, gold is more precious than a single word of praise, after all. I bounced up and hugged Father, then called upon Croa, the naming genius who had overseen the Imperial Family’s business nomenclature. Croa anticipated my call and flinched, then began pondering with a thoughtful hum, which I encouraged further.
“Croa, for naming this broadcasting business and the receiver, I need the power of language genius naming master Croa!”
“Hmmmm, since this device uses radioactive waves…!”
He was deliberating with function and etymology as his focus. Master Croa, who sought names that conveyed meaning concisely and felt natural on both ear and tongue, eventually succeeded and brightened.
“Radio! How about radio broadcasting!”
“Oh, taken straight from radiation!”
Anyone with even slight interest in broadcasting techniques would understand the name’s origin. After all, it captures electromagnetic waves being emitted in all directions.
“Of course, the Chiron Duchy is merely investing. We shall record this as a debt owed by the Princess Palace.”
“Negative three trillion….”
No, why does the Princess Palace’s debt keep accumulating in the trillions? As I tore at my hair in despair, Father—whose primary life content seemed to be enjoying my suffering—offered a knowing smile and revealed a fact I’d overlooked.
“You’re not going to do the Pro League?”
“Four trillion….”
I can recover all of this, right? And even if I can’t, Father wouldn’t marry me off to some strange place just to cover the costs, would he?
I said it half-jokingly just in case, but something about my words made them all suddenly turn serious, their eyes widening strangely.
“What are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere.”
“You are the Princess of Kisomalos. You should naturally die in Kisomalos.”
“Ideally, we’d prefer you never leave the Imperial Palace at all.”
“Your Highness, what if we simply handled your external engagements for you? We are your fiancé and closest confidants, after all.”
“Hey! Croa, you’re brilliant. I like the way you think.”
You people, I want to get some fresh air outside occasionally too, don’t I? I’m not going to be trapped inside the Imperial Palace forever, am I? I can still go on diplomatic missions, visit other countries, right?
I spoke desperately, but Father and the other trauma victims merely laughed and refused to answer.
This is terrifying. Am I really going to die inside the Imperial Palace like this?
“By the way, Pisha, wouldn’t you like to visit the people of Lorowi?”
“Yes! Let’s go mock and ridicule them to our heart’s content!”
“That works. Take Choco and go.”
You’re all dodging the question right now. You’re uncomfortable telling me I can’t leave for the rest of my life, so you’re changing the subject, aren’t you? I pressed the issue, but Choco lifted me up and said we should go see Grandmother and Aunt.
“Hey, answer me! I’m not going to be stuck outside the Imperial Palace forever, am I?!”
“Haha, if you worry about every little thing like that, you’ll age prematurely.”
“I’m already old! I feel like I’ve aged twenty years because of you lot!”
“Then we’re the same age.”
Quiet, Choco! Stop talking back to me, it’s annoying!
As I pouted angrily, Choco simply said she understood and smiled brightly. That smile terrified me even more. Honestly, I felt like Father would let me out if I threw a tantrum, but Choco seemed to have an iron resolve never to let me leave.
“Don’t worry, Pisha. They’re just saying these things, but they’ll let you go out as you please.”
“With a guardian attached, attendants assigned, and security swarming around, right?”
“Haha.”
Hey, that’s an affirmative ‘haha’, isn’t it? This little Croa has only learned strange things from me. But well, having people attached wherever I go is the Princess’s fate anyway. If I just think of it as a larger scale, it’s not really that different, is it….
“Hmm.”
Ah, they’ll probably drop this attitude in a few days anyway. Surely they’re not planning to stare at me with those strange eyes and cling to me for the rest of my life.
I decided to think as lightly about it as possible and set foot in the Political Detention Center for the first time in a while.
“Your Highness! It’s been so long!”
“Your Highness! Please look over here!”
“Haha! Yes, how have you all been!”
We’re all acquainted, these true anti-government types.
After the former Father died, the Prisoner had processed the release of most of them, but those who remained were the type who harbored resentment toward the current political system, noble culture, and the very authority of the Imperial Family itself—the kind who couldn’t be released.
Despite all that, they still liked me, so I wasn’t sure whether to thank them or what.
“Wow….”
As I ventured deeper inside, I could see the Prison where the old me and the Prisoner had been confined, now magnificently renovated with attendants swarming about. The Butler Grandfather, who had been captured with us, was locked behind bars with the Chamberlain, serving them.
When I made eye contact, Grandfather bowed deeply and respectfully.
“Your Highness, Princess!”
I had turned to speak with my Maternal Grandmother first, but the blue-haired Little One called out and stopped me in my tracks.
Wait—I knew this child. Wasn’t she the Eldest Son of Duke Alset, the one who attended that ball to find a husband for her aunt?
I was debating whether to mention that I’d seen her petition, when the Little One suddenly uttered words that made my blood run cold.
“I have fallen in love at first sight!”
Why are you suddenly saying this? You’ll get cursed by Croa and die. And I’ll choke on secondhand embarrassment and die too!
I scrambled to explain to Croa that we were strangers, that I had no idea what context that outburst came from—but fortunately, the Little One clarified that her love at first sight was not directed at me.
“Please grant me permission to marry Kazelnu Lorowi!”
But this declaration made even less sense to me.

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