Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139. How to Block Spam Spirits (2)
“Well then, shall we wake up from REM sleep?”
After experiencing it once before, I’d learned that meeting a spirit in a dream left me exhausted even after waking. Today I’d kept things brief and sent them off quickly, so I was hoping for some quality sleep.
With that hope in mind, I lay down and focused on drifting off. But the spam spirits and spirits apparently weren’t finished with me yet.
“Ahem. Your Highness the Princess, there are people waiting in line. This is not yet the time to rest.”
Waiting in line? Surely you don’t mean there are more spirits and spirits standing by after Grandfather? I jolted awake and looked at the source of the voice. Grandfather was dressed in garments remarkably close to traditional clothing from my homeland.
The way he draped that white fabric so stylishly and fastened it with ornamental knots—that was pure Kisomalos and Media fashion. Did this person also have a connection with Kisomalos?
“I am the spirit Listo.”
“Ah, from the Chief Chamberlain’s side….”
That’s right. The Chief Chamberlain had mentioned ancestral spirits before bed. Achilles and Doctor Marichi had been mere appetizers.
“I hear you’re pioneering the audio drama genre with this radio broadcasting venture? Truth be told, I’ve been watching since your public apology speech.”
When did he see that? I felt embarrassed and said that day was a youthful mistake, but Grandfather shook his head leisurely and added more.
“No, no. Rhetorically speaking, Your Highness’s speech was magnificent. Choosing a public venue for the apology was wise, deliberately gathering many people besides the involved party was effective, and selecting an indoor space rather than an open one was excellent. Most importantly, placing your main argument at the very beginning of the speech was superb. It was truly moving.”
“Well, hearing you say it that way does make me feel rather proud.”
“You see, our household has considerable talent in the dramatic arts as well.”
“Hmm.”
Listo, who mentioned having written treatises on poetics, suddenly seemed struck by inspiration and conjured a blackboard and chalk with a snap.
“The ‘Epic of the Young Hero’ you watched the other day was an excellent production, save for one regrettable flaw. Now, what do you think is most important in an epic!”
“Uh, um, huh?”
Well, I don’t know anything about stagecraft or drama, do I? Let me think about the question for a moment. An epic is someone’s life story, so… I suppose the key is conveying it well?
“Um, showing that person’s, er, entire life?”
“Just as expected of Your Highness! You’ve grasped the essence!”
I see. Though I’m not entirely sure, apparently I’ve grasped the essence.
Grandfather lectured enthusiastically, drawing the sun and moon on the blackboard, then explained that dividing the stage into three acts—beginning, middle, and end—could be compared to morning, afternoon, and evening.
“Morning is the beginning of all things. On stage, the curtain rises. If we compare it to a person’s life story, what would that be?”
“Um… well, birth?”
“Perfect! Teach one thing and understand one thing! Perfect, Kisomalos!”
Is understanding one thing when taught one thing really something to be so moved by? Yet Grandfather was genuinely delighted, his eyes glistening with tears as he continued his explanation.
“Correct. Birth. In the ‘Epic of the Young Hero,’ the protagonist Hisperon announces a tragic birth. Opening the curtain with tragedy is a very clever choice. It allows you to elevate the catharsis that comes later to its peak.”
“Mm, yes….”
I nodded along halfheartedly, and Grandfather moved to the next act, comparing midday to the protagonist’s trials and triumphs.
“Then, what would night be?”
“Um… death?”
Following the sequence, death was the only option. When I answered, Grandfather praised me and clapped his hands together.
“Exactly! The one thing missing from the ‘Epic of the Young Hero’—the protagonist’s death!”
“But Hisperon is still alive!”
“He should have created even a symbolic death! That’s the period, the final punctuation!”
“That’s bad luck to say!”
If that’s how it is, get out of my dream. True to being from the Chief Chamberlain’s household, this fellow was really tearing into Hisperon.
Just as I was about to charge at Grandfather, Listo grabbed my head, remarking that I had a stubborn temperament for a young goat.
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that Tania is precisely the talent the Princess seeks. While there are many spirits and gods who are experts in a single field, there are few like myself and my descendants who excel at everything from storytelling to political maneuvering and public opinion manipulation. She is exactly the talent the broadcasting industry needs.”
“What’s your point?”
“Give Tania the position of President of the Public Radio Broadcasting Company.”
“Ha!”
So he came here to make a request after all. The radio broadcasting venture hasn’t even broken ground yet. I suggested that if someone were to lead it, they should select capable individuals through fair methods. Listo let out a long sigh and spoke in a troubled tone.
That sighing habit—it must be inherited from his ancestor deity. How curious.
“Sigh, our Tania certainly has the ability, but she’s not the type who enjoys stepping into the spotlight.”
“Then why force her to do something she dislikes?”
“Because she needs to gain divine power by adding at least one Achievement to history!”
Ah, so that’s how they gain divine power? Well, that’s the normal way, I suppose. Kisomalos and Chiron were the unusual cases. Lorowi also gained divine power by creating increasingly difficult items through alchemy… Now that I think about it, all the deities around me gain divine power through unconventional methods.
“And after speaking directly with the Princess, I’ve come to a decision.”
“What now?”
“Our Tania is versatile, kind-hearted, and even a beautiful maiden of delicate charm, yet unfortunately she has been unable to bear children.”
“Ugh…”
All ancestor deities are obsessed with their descendants, but hearing the Chief Chamberlain praise her like this is unbearable. I acknowledge she’s versatile and competent at her work, but where does she get off being called kind-hearted? And what? Delicate charm? She’s just a wrinkled old woman!
“Since our tastes and hearts align so well, and the Princess and Tania would get along so well, perhaps Tania could become the Princess’s adoptive grandmother…”
“I’m the legitimate heir of Kisomalos, though?”
“Oh, of course. We wouldn’t presume to claim the Kisomalos position. Since you’ve gone to Lorowi in the Mortal Realm this time, how about adding Listo to your name instead of Lorowi?”
Ah, a middle name from the Maternal Family Home side? That’s not a bad proposal. My maternal grandmother holds nothing but hatred for me, and my Aunt hasn’t shown me much affection either. It wouldn’t add even a penny to Kisomalos’s divine power. There’s the advantage of being able to pull in a large amount at once if I can successfully seduce them, but Lorowi disappeared after rapidly falling in divine rank when she extracted divine power to obtain immortality.
The Chief Chamberlain, on the other hand? She’s already overflowing with love for me. If I make her my adoptive grandmother now, it would help with divine power recovery too. Of course, there’s the risk that becoming a grandmother and granddaughter would obviously mean more nagging than before…
Crack!
While I was deliberating over various matters, I heard an ominous sound. A head-cracking noise came from above, and when I looked up, Grandfather Listo was collapsing with his eyes rolled back.
“Waaaaah!”
“Oh my! I’m sorry, our future legitimate heir! This old fool must be senile!”
Lorowi, what brings you here? I thought you could only appear in the Workshop? I hesitated for a moment about whether to switch to her, which made me feel guilty, so I asked first how she ended up in my dream.
“I told you. Now that my divine rank is high, I have nothing I want to do. I urgently used divine power to slip in!”
She had been spying and judged it an emergency, so she urgently burned through double her divine power to come. Lorowi, having explained this, held Listo in one hand while swinging her staff with the other hand with a whooshing sound.
That head-cracking sound from before must have been the sound of the staff hitting Grandfather’s head.
“Then I’ll be going! Don’t forget that if you abandon the name Lorowi, I won’t let it slide!”
“Ha ha, yes…”
She said something subtly frightening again as she left. If Lorowi says she won’t let it slide, what on earth is she planning to do?
Anyway, now I can finally sleep soundly. I closed my eyes firmly, determined to get some rest this time.
Knock, knock, knock.
But then I heard knocking, and something fell from above with a whoosh. I thought my liver fell along with it.
“Wow, this place is quite spacious.”
Aaaaaaah! A child-sized Choco with a black dumpling hairstyle wearing traditional Southern Continent clothing!

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