Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141. Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts Are the Royalty Hell Inflicted Upon Non-Outdoor Children (1)
“Is there a living creature inside?”
“I would assume so? It says ‘fresh delivery,’ and here—there’s even a signature from the Chiron Territory administrator.”
The territory administrator sent it? Then Father really did order this.
I called out to Father, shouting his name repeatedly to announce the package had arrived. He leaped through the second-floor window and stood before the box with a bewildered expression.
“What is this?”
“Didn’t you order it?”
“I don’t recall buying anything in particular.”
But the delivery slip says it came from the Chiron Territory administrator. When I showed him the label, Father’s confusion deepened as he tilted his head.
“Ah, that’s right! I had requested it, sir!”
Oh, so Choco had ordered it? That explains why it was sent under the territory administrator’s name. Choco is part of the Chiron Duke’s House after all, even if her family name is Netcha.
“If you don’t move to the opposite corner right now, you’re dead.”
Choco tapped the wooden crate, then casually swung her blade and sliced off one side. Out tumbled a teenager whose body had fully grown but whose face still retained youthful softness.
“Waaaah! Uncle is so meeeean!”
“You should have come willingly when I called, sir.”
“You can ask twice! It’s only polite to invite someone twice!”
“By the second time you ask, you’ll already be a rabbit.”
“Waaaaaaah!”
I’m not entirely sure what happened, but judging by his silence, it seems he was indeed planning to transform.
When I asked what was going on, Choco turned the responsibility toward me, saying I had given the direct order.
“You said to bring the Chiron heir and make him come to his senses.”
“That doesn’t mean you send a person as cargo!”
“What’s the difference between him and cargo?”
Choco looked at Father as if genuinely puzzled. Father observed his nephew for a long moment, then offered his assessment to me.
“Practically speaking, he is cargo.”
“Why is his evaluation so harsh?”
He’s the last remaining Chiron heir, and by all accounts, he should be growing like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Shouldn’t we treat the only one we have with a bit more kindness? I suggested this, but Choco and Father exchanged long, troubled glances at Looping before their expressions darkened.
“What value does someone who skipped heir training have…”
“I thought he might improve with age, but it seems he’s the same.”
Ah… now I understand why Father was even taking on the role of Grand Duke before the regression. He couldn’t endure this pressure, so Looping must have fled midway.
“Be quiet. I won’t rule the northern lands where I’m out of favor! I’m going to form a band and become a superstar!”
“While being a shut-in in your room?”
“While having no social skills?”
Father, Choco—stop hitting the kid. Looping’s crying. Still, it’s fascinating. I thought Choco and Father’s shameless personalities and their stubborn disregard for others’ opinions were either unique Chiron teachings or hereditary traits. But Looping doesn’t seem spirited at all.
When I mentioned that he seemed different from Choco and Father’s generation, Father nodded and told me about the ancestor spirit Chiron.
“Chiron raised both me and Choco by beating us. But it doesn’t seem to work on him.”
“Lord Chiron seems troubled as well, sir. After striking him with his front hooves, the boy won’t leave the estate, so he’s wondering if he should change his educational approach.”
Modern children don’t listen just because you hit them. I remembered when Father said he got beaten while growing up, and I realized Chiron’s educational methods are rather outdated. Who raises children by hitting them these days?
“Anyway, if he came from Chiron Territory by airship, it would have taken at least half a day. We should feed the boy first. Should we have him bathe to freshen up before anything else?”
“Waaah, waaaaaaah!”
The Princess’s kind words seemed to have touched his heart, and the bear-like teenager began sobbing uncontrollably, trying to embrace me.
Sudden physical contact with a stranger felt unpleasant, so I quickly stepped back. Croa tripped the teenager’s feet, Choco drove her fist into Looping’s solar plexus, and Father capped it off by striking Looping on the head.
“Just because I was kind to you doesn’t mean you should suddenly close the distance, you outcast bastard.”
“Nobody likes your hugs, you outcast bastard.”
Well, I was a bit surprised, but still—you lot are really merciless with your nephew. The kid keeps getting hit and crying.
“I apologize, Your Highness. It’s just been so long since I’ve met someone who treats me like a person.”
“Mm, alright. Yes, I understand.”
Just hearing about it, I could roughly guess how you’ve been living in Chiron Territory. By the way, the newspaper’s impact is incredible. Even a child who hasn’t left the Estate knows my face.
“Let’s eat first. We have classes to attend, so Looping will just play around at the Princess Palace.”
“Yes! I’m confident in playing alone!”
Don’t be confident about something like that.
With everyone gathered, I had a noisy breakfast and attended Marshmallow’s class. Marshmallow had been saying he has so much to teach us lately that we should either hire more teachers or allow the three of us to attend university together, but permission was not granted.
Finding trustworthy teachers was a task in itself.
And Shirley had already passed the university entrance exam while I was missing, so she’s been taking all the classes she wants. Croa probably has specific things he wants to study if he goes to university, but I don’t really have anything else I want to study.
If I’m curious about something in my field of interest, it’s faster to just stop by the Military Ministry and ask the officers than to go to university.
“Sigh, but! I can’t teach Shirley anything in the science and engineering fields anymore!”
“Ah….”
Our Marshmallow is a humanities major, that’s right. Marshmallow clung to me and poured out his complaints—he said he feels self-loathing because he can’t answer questions about quantum mechanics or the fundamental units of the universe.
Well, that’s certainly not good for mental health. Maybe I should ask Doctor Marichi to give a guest lecture. I think she’d do it if I tempt her with a research budget increase.
“If that’s the case, I’ll consult with Doctor Marichi and arrange a separate schedule. Don’t worry about Shirley’s situation.”
“Your grace is boundless! Your Majesty!”
While we’re on the subject, Croa, aren’t you thinking of attending university? You like history, don’t you? I heard you can pick and choose whatever classes you want at university.
When I made this suggestion, Croa thought for a moment, then smiled brightly and asked for my opinion.
“Do you have any intention of attending university, Pisha?”
“What? Why would I? Am I insane to deliberately study?”
“Then I won’t go either.”
Hey, stop relying on me for your sense of self and make your own decisions. Don’t you want to understand the history of our country and other nations more deeply? I poked Croa’s ribs repeatedly, urging him on, but the little one wouldn’t budge.
“Finding books is sufficient. I don’t want to know professional knowledge, and since I’m just doing it as a hobby, that’s enough.”
Well, true, hobbies are most fun when you keep them as hobbies. Once you try to study them professionally, they become boring. That’s how I am. Discussing tank components and armor is fun, but I hate it when someone asks me to design one. Why should I do such work? I’m a Princess, aren’t I? Playing is my job.
“Marshmallow, how is Larima doing in class?”
“Yes. She’s following along step by step. Though her progress is slower than Prince Croa’s.”
Well, you can’t compare an ordinary person with Croa. This kid is a genius who completed all basic education from scratch and caught up to our class pace in just a month.
Anyway, Larima seems to be receiving a good education, and since she’s motivated, I think good results will come out.
“Hmm.”
But Looping dropped his successor classes, so has he completed all basic education? Judging by how much Father and Choco disrespect him, it seems like he’s not studying properly.
Studying alone is boring anyway, and if a peer shows up and he studies with us in a group, wouldn’t he participate even if reluctantly? The three of us and Larima are all legitimate heirs, so we’re all required to learn imperial studies. It might help with successor education too.
After thinking this through and finishing class, I called Looping. If he doesn’t want to take successor education, how about attending Marshmallow’s class with us? I suggested he could take university-level classes, and the teenager tilted his head before giving a very Chiron-like answer.
“University? I graduated early from the Department of Ethics Education at fifteen.”
Damn it, this kid was a genius too. Now that I think about it, he said he went to Court alone as a child to file a name change petition.
Why is my surroundings filled only with unreasonably intelligent people? I, the Princess, felt like crying.

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