Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153. At Fourteen Years Old, One Is in Eighth Grade (1)
It took exactly two years to relocate Hisperon’s ancestral home entirely to the Kisomalos Capital. The first year was spent entirely in negotiations with Emperor Astyages, and the remaining year was consumed by dismantling Hisperon’s residence, reassembling it, dismantling it again, and reassembling it once more.
The process cost approximately 800 billion. I earned myself quite the reputation as a spendthrift princess who lost her mind over a man.
As a reaction—or perhaps counteraction—to this, Croa’s reputation became extraordinarily favorable. He became known as the exemplary husband of this era, tenderly supporting the Kisomalos Princess with her peculiar romantic history and strange temperament, leading various religious organizations to speak of erecting a monument to virtuous husbands and bestowing sainthood upon him.
Because of this, it seems Media will soon ascend to the rank of intermediate deity. During last Halloween, she scolded me profusely, telling me to treat Croa well, and gave me a proper gift before leaving. It was a single-use curse evasion voucher, which she said would be useful later if we ever had a marital quarrel. Honestly, it felt like I’d earned my life back, so I was truly grateful.
And speaking of intermediate deities…
“What on earth is wrong with you two?”
Perhaps because Chiron had been raising numerous children who only served high-ranking ancestral deities, he had already returned to the rank of intermediate deity. He said that since he had achieved it once before the regression, restoring his divine status wasn’t difficult, but in any case, for that very reason, both Kisomalos and I had no choice but to kneel before Father and reflect on our actions.
“Why is that sheep still a deity spirit?”
Who knows? I’m not entirely sure myself. According to what Chiron said, the path for Kisomalos to ascend to high-ranking deity should be easier than a pure deity spirit becoming a high-ranking deity. So why hasn’t he even become a low-ranking deity yet?
Achilles also left boasting that he would soon become a low-ranking deity, and the moment Doctor Marichi presented the theory of relativity to the world, Marichi, who had been a spirit, ascended to deity status in one leap.
Netcha, being an exceptionally powerful war deity in her own right, showed no interest in raising her own divine rank, saying it was more entertaining to watch her descendants grow stronger by depleting her divine power.
Oh, and we started a radio broadcasting business, and through fair selection, Chief Chamberlain Listo’s grandmother ultimately became the president of the Public Broadcasting Corporation. As the radio’s influence grew, Listo ascended to low-ranking deity status, and Grandmother has been busier lately as the broadcasting president than as Chief Chamberlain.
“Marshmallow’s household deity was promoted to deity status just one year after receiving a spirit?”
Marshmallow proved to be unusually capable, and a year ago, upon serving a deity, he became independent under the name Tarquinus Kindergarten. The deity Kindergarten seems to be the teaching type like Chiron, whose divine power increases through raising children, but his specialty appears to be early childhood education—he even told me to have many children and a younger sibling.
Well, if the student body grows any larger, Marshmallow will work himself to death.
“Well, everyone has their own pace of growth, other people’s households are their own, and our household is ours, as they say.”
“If you don’t accomplish something within seven years, you’ll be the one at a loss.”
“Yes, Father, everything you say is absolutely correct.”
But I’m doing my best too, right? I’ve created many people of my own. They’re all capable besides, so our household deity’s rank is high, and I even have a three-year-old child at this age. I’ve caused enough trouble to earn the people’s curses.
Thinking that as Kisomalos, this was more than sufficient, I appealed to this point, and Father looked at Kisomalos with narrowed eyes.
“Isn’t the problem with you?”
“Hey! No matter what! Calling an ancestral deity of one household ‘you’!”
“Chiron said it would be better to step on you before you climb up.”
“Ah, teacher!”
Wait, Chiron is Kisomalos’s teacher? Is that the meta reason they’re close? Wow, Father becoming my father feels like some inevitable twist of fate. Could that be why Achilles has a connection with Kisomalos? Perhaps they’re fellow students who learned from the same teacher?
“Pisha is certainly doing well. Even if Media and Achilles already had a connection, she’s charmed Listo and even Netcha. And this spirit Edison shows steep growth too.”
Right. I’m doing well. As I became smug about it, Father didn’t like the sight of me being cocky and pulled my cheek. It hurt.
“You may have turned back time, but you cannot change the predetermined causality. Could there be a reason why your divine power hasn’t increased at this point?”
Oh, Father’s smart! Surely divine rank should have increased normally, but Kisomalos hasn’t been properly receiving it because of what he experienced before the regression? Now that I think about it, isn’t this around when Kisomalos stopped coming to Halloween and such? I feel like I’ve heard this story before…
“Huh-huh-huh! That’s right! I was imprisoned!”
“Yes! Kisomalos was imprisoned so we couldn’t take care of him, he said!”
As we simultaneously recalled the memory and laughed heartily, Father pulled a revolver from his holster, emptied the blank rounds, and loaded one, then two real bullets.
I quickly crawled across the floor and grabbed Father’s pant leg.
“Father, calm down! If Kisomalos dies, I’m ruined too!”
“A deity spirit won’t die from this.”
“But he’ll be injured! He’ll bleed!”
“Injury and bleeding alone won’t kill him.”
Ah, so he’s really going to shoot. I did my best. I’m sorry, Kisomalos!
“Choco, healing spirit stone!”
All I could do was bring a healing spirit stone to the injured golden goat. Though invisible to my eyes, Choco was surely watching, so I called out for the spirit stone, and Father fired bullets at the golden goat’s head with rapid succession.
Red blood streamed from the fallen golden goat. Hmm, so divine spirits bleed red too. I never knew that until now.
“I’ve brought the spirit stone, sir!”
“That was fast!”
“This sort of thing happens often.”
“So this sort of thing happens often!”
It seemed the Emperor’s Audience Chamber witnessed many cruel deeds I knew nothing about. I shouldn’t pry any further. I wish to remain an innocent princess in a greenhouse, blissfully ignorant of such sordid affairs.
“I thought it wasn’t particularly important, so I’d forgotten about it until now, but I was curious for a moment back then. Who exactly had me imprisoned?”
Watching the golden goat with a hole in its head heal, I fired questions at Kisomalos like a machine gun. Kisomalos, whose eyes had rolled back white, immediately grew furious upon recovery and tried to ram Father.
“You insolent wretch! No matter that you’re a descendant of my master, how dare you treat the great Kisomalos this way!”
Bang!
Great or not, Father didn’t even let Kisomalos finish speaking before firing another shot. After using another healing spirit stone to restore the ancestral deity, Kisomalos quietly hid behind me and made a pitiful face.
“You bastard. No, you bad person. Descendant, could you hit him for me instead?”
“What? I’m scared too.”
“I won’t shoot you!”
“You won’t shoot, but you’ll get revenge some other way!”
Like rearranging the Study Room in strange ways, or adding more subjects to my lessons.
While we bickered, impatient Father loaded another round and pressed the gun barrel against Kisomalos’s head.
“Just tell me whose hands you were held captive by.”
“Well, actually!”
The flustered golden goat, stammering and panicking, let his shoulders droop.
“Actually… I’m not entirely sure who it was.”
“So you have some idea who it was.”
“Well… the energy felt quite like Media.”
Huh? I was imprisoned by Media? So Helbatro ruining the country and me facing execution was because of Media?! Why on earth…!
“Uh, well…”
The moment I thought about why, it made sense. Hmm… if it’s Media, she might have wanted to destroy Kisomalos. She’d harbored resentment for a long time anyway. And she certainly had the power to do it.
“So why didn’t you apologize and just acted cocky instead…”
“No, the feeling was similar to Media! But it wasn’t exactly Media, I’m telling you?!”
What does that even mean? It was Media but wasn’t Media? We pressed for details, but the golden goat made a dazed face and let out a bleating sound—meeeh!—the kind he usually makes when fleeing.
“We’ll have to figure it out ourselves.”
“If it’s Croa, he should be able to communicate with Media even without Halloween.”
“But that prince is currently…”
Right, that’s the problem. Croa was away on official business, conducting a trial run of state operations to commemorate having one year left until adulthood under Media law.

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