Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 172

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Chapter 172. Everyone Is a Sinner (1)
The plan was set to proceed toward July 9th, Nanakda’s birthday. Though Nanakda claimed he had no intention of holding a birthday banquet since he was currently the head of the Religious Organization, I stubbornly insisted he prepare something since I intended to visit.
All of this felt unnatural. The fact that we were approaching Nanakda with some ulterior motive was practically announced to the world. Nanakda would surely be preparing his own countermeasures. Though he probably couldn’t fathom that my plan was to grab him and flee alone together.
“What?! I’m going too!”
Once the framework of the plan was set, Croa threw a tantrum. He was sulking not only because we’d conspired while he was passed out drunk, but especially because he couldn’t accompany us to meet Nanakda.
“There’s nothing we can do about it. Nanakda doesn’t want to see you.”
“Then I’ll disguise myself as an Attendant and go!”
“What kind of Attendant wears roller skates while escorting the Princess?”
We were essentially advertising our ulterior motives by announcing we were going to Ljubljana, but to lower the alert level regardless, we minimized the number of people accompanying us.
Only Choco, Shirley, and I were going this time. Taking an Attendant or Emily risked them being captured as hostages, so we found ourselves in the predicament of having to fetch our own washing water and change our own clothes.
“Pisha is such an idiot!”
Fine, curse away all you like. I’ll become an idiot for the greater good.
I thought the matter would end with me taking the blame, but Croa, who possessed the ability to make frost fall even in summer once he harbored a grudge, committed something quite extraordinary in summer.
Croa, muttering that Pisha was an idiot while packing his bags and heading to Media, held some conference with the ministers there, and then filed a lawsuit with the Continental Alliance Court Areopagus.
Thus, I found myself stamping my identification seal with a courier in front of the Princess Palace courtyard and receiving a complaint document.
“Pisha, what is that?”
“…A complaint document.”
“Huh? What kind of complaint document?!”
“Well, that is… I need to check it first.”
I tore open the envelope and examined the complaint document that had arrived for me. The document contained, in brief terms, a statement that Media was suing me as a war criminal.
“….”
“…”
“Pisha, you are… indeed a war criminal, aren’t you?”
“It’s not just my problem. Your name is on the complaint too.”
“What?! Why me?!”
Well, I’m the Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, and you’re the Chief of Staff of the Air Force. When I explained this, Shirley snatched the document from my hands in indignation.
“No, I was a civilian back then! How can they apply this retroactively?!”
“They’re claiming you were heavily involved with the Air Force from that point on.”
“That’s…! Well, that’s true, but…!”
Right, I did occupy the Media Capital, didn’t I? It’s true I burned the Media Royal Palace on a localized scale, and it was my order to execute all the royal family members, so everything they’re saying is correct, but….
“No, all of that was to save Croa! I fished this bastard out of the water, and now he’s demanding I hand over the goods!”
“But it was Pisha who rushed at them demanding the goods first.”
“What did I do?!”
“You filed a lawsuit demanding Media pay child support for Croa.”
“No! That’s money Media should rightfully pay!”
How much money do you think it cost to raise Croa?! Everything he wore, slept in, ate, and learned here was top-tier quality!
“Argh!”
I was about to tear up the complaint document when I caught myself, gripping it tightly with my head and hands. Tearing this up would constitute destruction of official documents. I couldn’t commit any more crimes than this.
“No, shouldn’t something like this normally be sent to the highest authority?! The person ultimately responsible back then was Father!”
“Croa probably wanted to live too.”
“Ugh….”
Well, if I poked Father the wrong way, who knows what he might do to me. And since Croa was angry with me, his goal was probably to attack me.
“First, you need to appear in person for this. I’ll need to reschedule everything.”
I couldn’t just take this lying down. I gritted my teeth and assembled a legal team. Even if I died, I wouldn’t die alone. If we’re war criminals, then you’re a war criminal too, Croa! Who was it that revealed the entire structure of the Media Royal Palace and guided the way?!
Shirley and I sharpened our blades and prepared for the lawsuit, and we faced Croa’s legal team in front of the Continental Alliance Court.
We fought for three days and nights, recessing and litigating, recessing and litigating. And in the end, all three of us were branded as war criminals.
“Invader Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos, invader Sheryl Achilles, and invasion collaborator Croa Gede Media—the three of you are hereby detained at the discretion of the Continental Alliance Court Areopagus.”
Upon hearing the verdict, Choco burst into uncontrollable laughter right there. Father, who heard the news by telegram, lamented that he couldn’t be present.
We all ended up in prison together. Before entering the prison, we even took mugshots like old friends. Choco even complimented me, saying the striped prison uniforms suited us like personal colors. Choco’s going to die laughing, seriously.
All of this unfolded within a single month. Though the time I spent locked in prison was short thanks to Father posting bail, we gained profound lessons from our time behind bars.
The three of us will have plenty of reasons to fight in the future. But no matter what happens later, let’s not take it to court again. The three war criminals made a pinky promise in front of the courthouse.
And the bail was, of course, billed to the Princess Palace. I became a princess with a debt of 5.8 trillion Lakmas.

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It was summer. But the weather was colder than usual. It was because Croa had cursed the Princess Palace with frost so Nanakda and I could have a good time, then left for Media.
This bastard—now that he’s come of age, he uses curses without restriction. Croa used his curse solely to blanket the Princess Palace with frost, and he ended up wearing an eye patch for a while. The backlash from the curse left him unable to see. Since it was a lighter curse this time, they said he’d only need to wear the eye patch for a few days.
By the time I return from Nanakda’s birthday banquet, he’ll probably have already removed it. Though I must say, I quite like how dashing Croa looks in that eye patch.
“Pisha! I told you not to wear a dress with so many parts!”
“Ugh, I hate that! This one’s pretty!”
“I can’t dress you in this alone!”
But I’m here too, and Choco will help! The three of us can definitely manage! When I insisted on this strongly, Shirley cursed me as a fussy, extravagant princess. Hey, don’t say that! It brings back old memories!
“If the dress is that elaborate, the hair ornaments need to be equally grand, but I don’t have the skill to style hair, I’m afraid.”
“Can’t we just ask to borrow someone from Nanakda’s side?”
“Religious organizations typically don’t have servants, do they…?”
Huh…? If there’s no one to order around, how am I supposed to get dressed and have my hair done? Surely they don’t expect me to bathe alone too? When I said this in surprise, Shirley and Choco gasped and applauded.
“Wow, you really sounded like an ordinary princess just now.”
“So people like you are the ones who get stabbed with pitchforks?”
Quiet, you! I’ve lived like this my whole life—I might not even be able to wash without someone to help me bathe!
Anyway, right up until departure, we bickered over whether to remove this dress or pack that accessory. Father said that when the time came, he’d bring a warship to pick me up, and he packed all sorts of things for my protection—guns, grenades, and more.
Hmm… Unless I’m planning to blow myself up, I don’t think I’ll ever need to use grenades. Should I leave this pineapple behind or bring it?
“Let’s pack it in your luggage. You never know.”
“But really, when would I ever use a pineapple?”
“Pisha encounters such unusual situations all the time, so it’s best to bring it.”
Well, I have no choice then. I decided to pack the guns and grenades in my carrier and hurried toward the airfield. Thanks to technological advances, airships no longer shook as much as before, but I still ended up getting airsick.
“Blegh, bleegh.”
Barely managing the dizziness, I disembarked from the airship and spotted Nanakda waiting with his subordinates.
“Welcome, Princess of Kisomalos!”
This is just like when we first met. I didn’t have time to dwell on memories and prepared to empty everything inside me.
“I brought a paper bag, just in case.”
The difference from when we met in Astiages was that Nanakda’s preparedness had become exceptional. I leaned into the paper bag he held open and heaved everything out.

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