Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 166

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Chapter 166. A Chill Runs Through Me. A Dagger Flies Toward My Heart and Strikes (4)
Croa had performed an entire elephant hammer dance in the Prayer Chamber, and Super Media Time had begun. I endured a thorough scolding, but Father’s intervention mercifully halted the endless head-pounding punishment. Upon hearing the circumstances of the Kisomalos Family, Media found it so amusing that she laughed until her sides split, then immediately demanded that the golden sheep be brought to her.
“Hahahaha! Run, you fool! Can’t you gallop with more enthusiasm!”
“Hey, you wretched descendant! I specifically told you this was a secret from this woman!”
Well, what can I do? I needed her help. Besides, you need to break free from this stagnation and accumulate divine power as soon as possible.
Still, Media is kind despite all her bluster. She acted like she’d tear him to shreds upon meeting, yet here she is simply tormenting him with sheep-riding games. The rodeo with the horns does look entertaining, I’ll admit. Though Kisomalos seems to be having the time of his life—in the worst way possible.
“Argh! Stop playing with me and answer my questions, you woman!”
“Who do you think you are, you sheep!”
Kisomalos will obviously lose, so why does he keep provoking her? Media is one step away from becoming an intermediate deity, while Kisomalos is merely a spirit. Is it pride? Pride doesn’t fill anyone’s belly. He should just apologize the moment he sees her and grovel.
Media beat Kisomalos like a sheep and wiped the sweat from her brow with satisfaction. I can literally see how delighted she is. This is the first time I’ve seen Media laugh so genuinely.
“Really, I’m asking just one thing. Can this stay between us? Don’t tell anyone else about my condition.”
“Look at what you’re doing, you sheep.”
The brightness of her smile suggests she’s about to circulate this news among her friends. Word will likely reach Achilles too, so I’ll need to tell Shirley the truth later. If she finds out through Achilles after I’ve hidden it, she’ll be upset.
“Well then, what brings you here?”
“Ah, yes! During the time when Kisomalos was flourishing, he was imprisoned by someone who possessed your aura. But it doesn’t seem to be you yourself.”
Media listened thoughtfully to my explanation, her brow gradually narrowing until she looked at Kisomalos with an expression of utter disbelief.
“Hey, you blockhead.”
“Why am I a blockhead!”
“If the aura is identical to mine but it’s not me, who else could it be but my aunt?”
“Huh?”
The golden sheep’s eyes widened in shock, and apparently overcome with embarrassment, he lost his composure entirely. Just a golden sheep now, he wandered about bleating.
“Media’s aunt?”
“Ah, my Aunt Kirke. She has no descendants and doesn’t particularly interfere with the Mortal Realm, but…”
Someone like that imprisoned Kisomalos? Why? When I asked the reason, Media, after a moment of consideration, offered a remarkably credible explanation.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I’d wager Kisomalos did something wrong.”
“Ah.”
“I concur.”
Knowing what Kisomalos is normally like, Father and I could only nod in agreement. We didn’t know the circumstances of that time, but regardless, Kisomalos must have been at fault.
“Descendant! I’m innocent! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Well, didn’t you perhaps offend some woman?”
“Ah…”
The golden sheep regained his senses for a moment, but finding himself struck by guilt, he reverted to ordinary bleating once more. Considering what Helbatro did in his lifetime, I can piece together a rough picture. He may have offended some female deity or spirit and incurred her wrath. The probability of that is remarkably high.
“But all the deities of the Central Continent know about me, so they wouldn’t go near him, would they?”
“Then could it be a goddess of the Northern Region or the Southern Region?”
“Hmm, that does seem odd to say…”
After considering briefly, Media, true to her nature as Croa’s ancestral deity, laid out her reasoning methodically.
“Then wouldn’t it be strange for her to seek revenge on behalf of someone else? There would be no prior contact or connection.”
“I see.”
That’s a fair point. But couldn’t he have formed new connections in the Heavenly Realm? When I raised this possibility, Media shook her head firmly.
“That person has a reclusive, solitary nature.”
“Ah, I see….”
So that’s how it is. But honestly, this works out better for me. If she’s a reclusive hermit, she’d be staying home anyway, wouldn’t she?
“Media, could you please release my leg? I think I need to ask Kirke herself directly about this.”
“The thing is, my aunt also has wanderlust, so I don’t know where she’s secluded herself.”
This is frustrating…. If she were in the Mortal Realm, that would be one thing, but how am I supposed to find someone wandering and secluded in the Heavenly Realm?
“Still, since no deity has been spotted in the Heavenly Realm recently, she’s probably playing around in the Mortal Realm, isn’t she?”
When Kirke wanders through the Mortal Realm, she possesses a doll that looks just like her, so if I search through the entire Narak Continent, I should be able to find her eventually.
“I’ll send you a photograph. I owe Little One a favor anyway.”
“Thank you so much!”
Media, having exhausted the divine power she’d paid, said she was leaving now and lifted the golden sheep with both hands, grinning mischievously. She said she’d take it back and have fun driving stakes through it.
Baaaaaah!
With Kisomalos’s final scream, Super Media Time came to an end. Well… she probably won’t kill it. There’s nothing we can do about it now.
“But shouldn’t we tell the others about Pisha’s situation? If the family deity finds out through other means, it’ll cause chaos.”
“…Yeah, I suppose so.”
“Can’t be helped. Lead the way.”
Father really does have his channel locked on Pisha content even at times like this. But it was unavoidable anyway. My inner circle would learn about this through Media’s communication network whenever they checked.
The first person I sought out was Shirley. After I explained everything—that I was originally twenty-one, that I’d regressed, that Kisomalos had spectacularly collapsed once, and various other details—the exhausted panda-eyed woman sipped her coffee and spoke coldly.
“Um… so what am I supposed to do about it?”
“No, nothing really. I’m not asking you to do anything in particular.”
“Then could you please leave? I’m busy with this thesis.”
“Oh, right. Hang in there with your doctoral studies.”
We were kicked out of the Research Facility. Yeah, that’s right. You shouldn’t bother someone doing their doctorate. That was my mistake.
Next, I went to find Choco. When I explained my story to him, the man laughed heartily, saying, “No wonder you mentioned having died before!”
Psychopath Choco, honestly.
Croa kept pestering me with questions about how it felt, so I covered my ears and ran away, while Father fired about five shots at Choco. Of course, Choco didn’t get hit once.
Finally, I went to find Head Attendant Grandmother. She sighed, hugged me tightly, and then, apparently thinking it over and getting annoyed, grabbed my ear and pulled.
“You should have told me about something so important from the start!”
“Ow! Ow! It hurts!”
Grandmother, when I first met you in this life, I said you were a tough woman! Would you have believed me if I’d told you then? You would’ve said I’d gone crazy, right?! As I rattled this off, Grandmother seemed to realize she had a point and released my ear.
“Ahem, still, if you’d told me earlier, I could have issued a search warrant sooner and might have already captured this Kirke person.”
“Ah, well, I only recently remembered the Kisomalos kidnapping incident.”
“…The Emperor’s family, I swear.”
Quiet. No hitting me while listing facts. Anyway, I needed to issue a search warrant quickly, but without knowing what Kirke looks like, I couldn’t even start.
The window for sending things from the Heavenly Realm to the Mortal Realm is limited, so the photograph might arrive around this Halloween? Once it comes, I’ll need to ask Nanakda for cooperation. His information network is truly remarkable.
“I’ve told Shirley, Choco, and the Chief Chamberlain, so have I told everyone who needs to know?”
“Won’t you tell your Maternal Grandmother and Aunt?”
“Huh?”
Why are those people coming up now? I tilted my head in genuine confusion, and Croa pointed his finger upward.
“Since Media is acquainted with Lorowi, I think she’ll tell them.”
“Ah, that’s fine then.”
Lorowi won’t say a word unless I ask directly. I doubt Aunt or Maternal Grandmother would take much interest in this matter anyway.
“Hmm, of course, if I used alchemy, it would help me find Kirke…”
“I won’t permit that.”
“That won’t do.”
“What trouble are you planning to bring upon yourself now?”
Right, I knew they’d all try to talk me out of it. Truth be told, I’m terrified too, so I’d rather not use alchemy unless absolutely necessary. Unless absolutely necessary, that is.
“Hmm…”
But I’m working against a deadline. If I don’t recover my divine status by my twenty-first birthday, I’ll face repeated execution. If the search for Kirke drags on, I’ll inevitably end up owing Lorowi a favor.
“Seal that damned Alchemy Workshop in the Empress Palace with concrete.”
“That would be for the best.”
“It would be wise to forbid the construction of any new workshops under Imperial Palace law.”
Ugh! These people know me far too well—that’s the real problem! My expression must have betrayed that I was considering using alchemy as a last resort, because Father, Grandmother, and Croa immediately moved to eliminate the Alchemy Workshop itself.

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