Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 173

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Chapter 173. Everyone Is a Sinner (2)
“All done?”
“Blech!”
“Your body’s gotten bigger, so your capacity has increased too.”
After I finished retching, Nanakda handed the now-heavy paper bag to one of his subordinates to dispose of. Our side came prepared as well—Shirley had brought mouthwash.
“Gargle, gargle.”
“Ahhhhgggghhhhh.”
After spitting into a nearby flower bed, I turned to face Nanakda with a refreshed mouth and mind.
“What an honor to meet you, Cult Leader of the Dharma Religion!”
“Ah, you’re still finishing what you started?”
When I embraced him enthusiastically, Nanakda complained—or perhaps it was something else—saying I never changed.
“But why suddenly a birthday celebration?”
“Well, we live close by now, so we should celebrate each other’s birthdays and such.”
“You didn’t come hoping to squeeze out any clues about Kirke?”
“Hahahahahaha.”
This bastard left me speechless. I truly had nothing to say, so I patted Nanakda’s shoulder and headed to the car. I’d seen it before, but he really does drive a nice vehicle. Isn’t this Aelset’s top-tier limousine? I heard it even has a refrigerator inside.
“Wow! Pisha, there’s a refrigerator here!”
I already knew that, so please don’t mention it, Sheryl Achilles. As I rubbed my face in embarrassment, Nanakda probed the situation regarding Kisomalos.
“Wouldn’t it be difficult to replace everything with a new model?”
“Well, the current one still runs fine. Since it’s a custom-made armored vehicle, ordering a new one would require additional security considerations. I’m thinking of placing the next order with a different manufacturer instead of Aelset.”
Since my conversation partner was Nanakda, I provided generous information. I laid everything out, essentially inviting him to ask whatever he wanted, and the man hummed thoughtfully before deducing what I hadn’t explicitly stated.
“You’re planning to shift from Aelset to Edison?”
“Probably. Since Edison is an emerging force and also my close associate, I should support them.”
“What if they grow as uncontrollably as Aelset did?”
“That won’t happen—there’s someone above them.”
I tapped Shirley’s head lightly, she shrugged her shoulders, and Nanakda nodded in understanding.
“True, if the direct superior holds military authority, they won’t dare overstep.”
“And if they do grow too large, I can have Aelset keep them in check from both sides.”
“Right, you also said you won over Prince Larima, didn’t you?”
“It’s more accurate to say he stumbled into our camp by accident.”
Now that I think about it, it’s fascinating how divine power is actually functioning properly. Neither Father nor I are the type to create divine politics, yet talented individuals keep appearing and growing on their own. Both Chiron and Kisomalos possess tremendous power individually, but having them together creates extraordinary synergy.
As we chatted, we arrived at the heart of the Dharma Religion, and we discovered a building gleaming brilliantly in the distance. We pressed our faces against the car window.
“Wow!”
“Wow! That’s incredible!”
“Is all of that gold?!”
The massive religious temple had outer walls that glimmered entirely in gold. If it could withstand rain and wind, that meant the entire tile surface was gold. Just how much money had the Dharma Religion’s headquarters spent?
“Well, Grant insisted it had to be the Golden Temple.”
“If Grant is at that level, you have to do as he says.”
“No matter how much I am, if a mid-tier deity orders it, I obey.”
Right, Choco—you’re the type who wouldn’t listen to Netcha but would obey Chiron immediately. Though given your position with one foot in the Chiron Duke’s House, you have no choice.
Anyway, a party at the Golden Temple…. It must be incredibly lavish and extravagant. I’m not sure if the clothes and accessories I brought will match the atmosphere. I only packed simple things since there’s no one to dress me.
“Huh? We’re not going to our temple?”
“That’s a religious facility. The party’s being held at my residence.”
Nanakda’s subordinate turned the steering wheel away from the temple entrance, so when I asked where we were headed, I learned that Nanark’s Residence was our final destination.
Phew, at least I won’t have to worry about being outdone by the building.
“Oh?”
“Ohhh?”
“This is the Emperor’s Son’s house?”
“No. I’m not the Emperor’s Son anymore.”
Even if I’m not the Emperor’s Son now, still. Isn’t this house too small? I mean, of course, for a commoner it might be considered large? But regardless, it is what it is.
I stepped out of the limousine and gazed at the gate of Nanakda’s residence. It was modest. There was a pretty nameplate that read “Grant.” The garden was oddly filled with carnivorous plants, but it was beautifully maintained. There was a pond, outdoor tables, everything you’d expect, and yet… it was a pretty house, but.
“It’s tiny!”
“Don’t exaggerate like that!”
“People actually live here?!”
Not only I, who came from the Imperial Family, but Shirley, the young lady of the Count’s House, and Choco, who had once been the heir to a duchy, were all astonished at the size of the residence.
Tiny! Impossibly tiny! How could anyone possibly live in a place like this?!
“Just our clothes alone would fill it completely!”
“It’s smaller than my research institute!”
“Give me ten minutes and I could demolish this!”
Don’t do that, Choco. Even if it’s a small house where people actually live, you can’t go around talking about demolishing it. Since Nanakda’s subordinates seemed rather displeased, I calmed our household members and headed inside. There was a sofa near the shoe rack. I couldn’t fathom what kind of layout this was.
“Why is there a sofa in front of the shoe rack?”
“Isn’t it so you sit down to take off your shoes?”
“So this is a culture where you remove your shoes before entering?”
“Calm down. I’ve heard that places like this have indoor slippers.”
“Oh, indoor slippers!”
“But that person over there is barefoot?”
What? Barefoot?! Wait a moment, Astiages definitely… the place where you wear shoes inside was the Guest Palace, so that might have been adjusted to Central Continent customs. Let me recall the Audience Chamber, the one where I met the Emperor.
“Oh, that’s right! The attendants were barefoot on the carpet!”
“Don’t remove your socks right now!”
“Those are stockings though? Do I remove all the stockings?!”
What else could I do but remove them all? I spread out my skirt to create a screen and helped Shirley peel off her stockings. Even as we put on a show in front of the shoe rack, Nanakda’s subordinates still wore displeased expressions.
“Nanakda, we can’t hit those people, right?”
“No. It’s a diplomatic issue.”
“Can’t we just give them one quick smack?”
“No. If you hit the Kisomalos Princess, the Kisomalos Emperor will come bursting out.”
I mean, cultures are different—people make mistakes. You’d be just as confused if you entered a Kisomalos home.
“Well then, let me provide you with this culture of indoor slippers. Foolish princess.”
“Hey! Who’s foolish?!”
“You.”
I’m not foolish! But I’ll graciously accept these indoor slippers!
I slipped on the provided indoor slippers and was guided to the Guest Room. But honestly, even if it’s a guest room, isn’t this a bit too sparse?
The room was spacious enough, but it contained only a bed and a radio. If this were a conflict zone, I’d have been reported as a spy.
“Wow, wow! Nothing here and it’s perfect!”
“Actually, we don’t have spare rooms. We have to use Kirpan’s old room as a guest room. Is that alright?”
“This is a room where someone actually lived?!”
You’re going to get yourself reported as a spy! Be grateful your neighboring countries are Media and Kisomalos!
“Choco should share a room with me. Would that be acceptable?”
“Oh, I just need a place to lay this body down, that’s all.”
Choco boasted confidently that she’d slept in worse places on the battlefield. Of course, Nanakda’s subordinates were absolutely furious that their own home was being compared to a war tent.
What could I do? Choco had been raised as a precious young master in the Duke’s House, after all.
“For now, I’d like to wash up.”
Once I unpacked, I’d need to soak in some water. No matter how much I gargled, my mouth still felt grimy. Between the nausea and disorientation from the journey, I needed relief. As a Kisomalos native, I could only find peace by immersing myself in a bathhouse.
“But if this is Astiages cultural territory, wouldn’t the bathhouse be dry rather than wet….”
“Oh, since you were coming, I had a bathtub prepared.”
“Oh! Well done, Nanakda!”
Excellent preparation as always. After unpacking my belongings, I made my way to the bathhouse and lowered myself into the warm water.
“Ahhhh….”
Now I could finally breathe. The bathwater was warm, and since it was essentially a sauna, the very air itself felt pleasantly heated. I scrubbed my body with the bath towel by myself, then twisted and contorted, struggling to reach my back.
“Ugh! Argh!”
How was I supposed to wash my back without a bathing attendant! My patience was beginning to wear thin when I noticed someone approaching through the translucent bathroom door. I decided to call for help.
“You out there! Come in and scrub my back!”
“Huh?”
That wasn’t Choco’s voice. One of Nanakda’s subordinates, perhaps? Well, it didn’t matter who. As long as they soaped up my itching back.
“…Me?”
“Yes!”
They weren’t listening to my command. When I threatened to have them beaten if they didn’t attend to me at once, the bathroom door opened and someone entered.

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