Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 136

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Chapter 136. How to Not Become Obsessed with a Child Missing for Over Half a Year (5)
“Choco, Choco, where are you! Choco!”
I frantically searched through the window, desperate to find that Hulanbaier thing first.
“Found it!”
The moment I touched Choco’s name, an astonishing sight unfolded. The affinity window, which had only contained Cheerfulness at 10, suddenly displayed numerous entries organized by category.
“Wait, why is there only obsession?!”
Cheerfulness remained at 10, but five different types of obsession had appeared, each maxed out at 100. I grabbed Kisomalos and demanded an explanation for what on earth was happening.
“Why does obsession have different colors?! What is this?!”
“Enlarge it and look carefully. You’ll see the types listed in the details.”
Ah, this tiny text? It’s not even an insurance contract, yet they wrote it this small.
I enlarged the detailed notes appended in parentheses next to obsession.
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Obsession
, I’ll die if there’s no next season.”
“That one shot up pretty quick after you disappeared. Seemed like it rose out of frustration.”
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Obsession
, there is no Pisha like the one under heaven.”
“That one appeared after she spent about a month locked away in the forest and came back enlightened.”
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Obsession
, anyone who steals my content deserves death.”
“That one skyrocketed after she had a meeting with the spirit Netcha.”
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Obsession
, if the person being confined doesn’t know about it, it’s not confinement.”
“You seemed like you wouldn’t be able to leave the Imperial Palace.”
“Obsession… how am I supposed to read this one?”
“No idea. That one came out all corrupted. I’m scared too. Don’t ask.”
I can see this text contains corrupted/glitched Korean characters in the middle section that cannot be reliably translated. The readable portions translate roughly as:
“What about Croa? Wouldn’t Croa be okay?”
“Next to my black obsession, I saw characters written as ‘…’ and chills rushed over me. Why am I scared just looking at those characters? I need to close the window quickly.”
When I opened Croa’s affinity window, I saw some strange words.
However, the garbled text in the middle makes a complete accurate translation impossible.
“What about Croa? Surely Croa is at least normal?”
“Ah, you really shouldn’t look at that…!”
The moment I opened Croa’s affinity window, strange words appeared.
Adoration 100, Melancholy 10, Anxiety 50, Possessiveness 60, Irritation 10, Going Insane 20, Obsession 100.
“Shouldn’t this person be seeing a psychiatrist?”
“I told you not to look. Everyone in that family is twisted.”
So all Media people are like this. Come to think of it, those executed Media royals did seem like pretty warped individuals. But what does it mean that I make him melancholy? Do I look depressing?
“Shirley has… desire to become an academic partner at 100, possessiveness 50, obsession 50.”
“She’s more beast than person.”
True enough. Well, it’s all desire rather than emotion, really. And this is the first time I’ve seen someone without obsession at 100. Shirley’s surprisingly well-adjusted—that’s reassuring.
And there’s another person I need to check on… Oh, Chamberlain! My Maternal Grandmother’s emotions have returned, you said? Then I must verify!
“Hatred 100, Affection 1.”
“….”
“Why are they the same?!”
“Well, even if you ask me that, I’m not entirely sure….”
Wasn’t it supposed to update?! I complained that there might be a problem with Kisomalos’s performance, but our family’s ancestral deity boasted about the accuracy of the readings, claiming that their obsession had actually increased his divine power instead.
Wow! So that deity’s power grows from people’s obsession. That’s hilarious.
“As for my Aunt… I’m not sure whether she dislikes or likes her. 20. It’s subtle.”
“She never had much interest in you to begin with.”
“Sniff….”
That’s disappointing in its own way. Father still has paternal love at 100, but trust… it’s dropped. 80. It must be because of the disappearance incident, right? The “This is hilarious, I wonder how I’d have lived without her” rating is 38,000… wait, wasn’t this 35,000 last time? That’s a huge increase, isn’t it?
“Huh? Obsession 1? Oh!”
That’s Father for you! Turns out he’s quite mentally sound without realizing it? People shouldn’t become obsessed with others like that. It’s all a disease.
“Finally, the Chief Chamberlain is… what, why are there so many?!”
I felt the same shock I’d experienced in Choco’s affection window all over again in the Chief Chamberlain’s affection window. All the entries say love, but why does love come in so many different colors?
“The red one says, ‘Too embarrassed to let go, I’ll have to keep her with me for life’ 100. …Is this love?!”
“That’s what love is originally like.”
Besides that, the Chief Chamberlain’s love was diverse—there was “She’s so lacking, I absolutely need to be there for her” 100, “She looks just like her father” 100, and “I feel like I’m going to burst from frustration” 100, among others.
No, why do all of these fall into the love category? When I expressed my confusion, Kisomalos, who had been marking the affection windows for generations of our family, spoke to me with the composure of a seasoned professional.
“Love is multifaceted. Rather, emotions like paternal love or reverence—those that can be confined to a single word—are actually much heavier forms of love.”
“I see.”
Then Father and Croa must be loving me with incredibly heavy love, don’t they? That’s fascinating.
“Then the Chamberlain’s hatred must be incredibly heavy too, right?”
“That’s right. It’s genuine, deep-rooted hatred.”
Goodness, what did I do to deserve such hatred? Of course, thinking about my Father’s mother’s circumstances, she must feel like something was given and then taken away, so she has every reason to hate me. But still, it’s not my fault that she’s been repeatedly rejected!
“Divine power is draining. Stop looking.”

“Ouch, my eyes.”
So that Kisomalos beam was painful to the eyes. I told Emily to prepare a cold compress and returned to the Palace.
Not knowing what kind of chaos awaited me there.
“Buy baby formula right now! No, first take down the nanny recruitment notice!”
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“Waaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!”
“I’m so sorry! Our family is so sorry!”
“Get formula right now! No, take down the wet nurse recruitment notice first!”
I gave the Emilys precise instructions and hurried off cradling the swaddled infant. Dark skin, pink hair—no matter how I looked at it, the culprit was unmistakably that woman.
“I’m raising this child for free, and you say no?!”
“I’m so sorry, sob! I’m so sorry!”
“I think I contributed to causing this too, so… I’m sorry.”
Both Shirley and Croa looked ashamed, but I was simply furious.
To summarize this absolute mess briefly: Doctor Marichi, Shirley’s mother, had apparently given birth a few months ago, but was too busy with work to care for the child.
So she wrapped the baby in swaddling clothes and abandoned it in front of the Princess Palace. She even abandoned a dog while she was at it. Its name is Einstein.
“What kind of Doctor Marichi is this?! Did you think I’d give this little one the Marichi surname?! If I raise her, she becomes Kisomalos!”
I shouted the child’s name based on what the letter said about caring for her well, when Shirley cautiously stepped forward and said we should name her ourselves.
“Huh? But the letter said her name was Gamma.”
“Well, my older brother’s in-utero name was Alpha, and mine was Beta.”
“That woman’s insane, seriously!”
Who names their children Alpha, Beta, and Gamma?!
Though I wasn’t confident in naming either. I considered asking Croa, the naming master, for help, but since this child would become mine, I thought it proper to name her myself and racked my brain.
Gamma… when you say Gamma, you usually think of Euler’s constant, right? Euler was definitely Leonhardt Euler, after all…!
“Leonhardt! From today on, your name is Leonhardt Kisomalos!”
“Waaaaaaah! Waaaah!”
“Pisha! This is like a shared responsibility between you and me, so I’d like my surname included too!”
“Oh, that’s true! Then your name is Leonhardt Achilles Kisomalos!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
Ah, when will the formula or milk arrive? I’m just bouncing up and down holding the baby, when Father, who was in the temporary office, heard the commotion and came outside.
“What’s going on?”
“Father! Doctor Marichi—”
After hearing the abbreviated story, Father picked up the crying baby and examined her carefully from all angles, sniffed her, then placed her on the table.
“Prepare clean cloth.”
Father swiftly removed the baby’s clothes, wiped away all the filth, sprinkled baby powder generously to make her bottom fluffy and soft, then rewrapped the diaper with dazzling skill.
A professional! The professional had descended before us!
“Father! You’re so cool!”

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