Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 174

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Chapter 174. Everyone Is a Sinner (3)
“Think about it again. Are you really okay with me helping you?”
“Oh, Nanakda!”
Friends lend each other a hand when needed—it’s nothing. I told him it was fine and handed over my bathing towel.
“Princess Vishnabel, let’s think about this logically.”
“Huh?”
Logic was my specialty. When I said we could debate anything, Nanakda let out a deep sigh.
“If you grab both ends of the towel like this, you create a long surface, right? You can scrub your own back with it.”
“It doesn’t get clean that way.”
“Sigh… ugh…”
Whatever was frustrating him, Nanakda took another deep breath.
“Fine, I understand the concept, okay? Imperial Family members’ bodies are seen by everyone—dogs and all. I know that. I’ve experienced it myself—servants of all ages and genders attending to my baths.”
“Huh?”
I know that too. So just do it already. As I crouched in the water waiting for him to scrub my back, Nanakda’s voice took on an exasperated tone.
“You’re not making the Prince of Media do this, are you?”
“I don’t ask Croa to do it.”
“Then why me?!”
“Because he scrubs too hard. It hurts.”
“Ugh… I’m going crazy.”
Saying that, Nanakda actually spun around in place as if he wanted to go mad. Besides, Croa wasn’t a prince anymore—he was the King of Media now.
“What about that beast-like woman? Do you make your life companion do this too?”
“No way. She makes weird breathing sounds whenever we bathe together lately.”
“I won’t make weird breathing sounds, will I?”
“I trust you!”
I’m sure you’d wash me delicately, Nanakda! I thrust my thumb up to show my trust, and Nanakda let out a shriek—”Argh!”—then vigorously scrubbed the towel to work up soap suds.
“Fine! Okay, I’ll wash you!”
“Aaaagh!”
Hey, it hurts! You’re doing this on purpose!
Nanakda gripped the towel firmly and scrubbed my back hard. Since I’m an idiot, he said, I probably didn’t even wash between my toes properly—so he grabbed my legs and scrubbed those too, and finally he scooped up a bucket of water and poured it over my head before vigorously shampooing it.
“Ow! It hurts! You’re ripping my hair out!”
“Is this your first scalp massage, honored guest?”
“This isn’t a massage! Who are you trying to fool! Ahhhhh!”
Ow, it’s cold! Ow, so cold! The fire spirit stone is at the bottom of the water tank, so I need to draw from the middle to get the right temperature! You’re deliberately splashing cold water on me!
“It’s freezing! Is nobody outside?! Someone catch this maniac!”
“Your guards are right outside! Why do you think they haven’t come in this whole time?!”
“Hey! Choco!”
You’re holding your breath and laughing so I can’t hear you! When I shouted so obviously, Choco’s voice rang out from beyond the wall, incredibly loud.
“Honestly! Right now it’s Pisha who’s in the wrong!”
“What did I do?!”
“Well, when young people meet in a place like that, you’d expect awkwardness and innocent sweetness and that tingling atmosphere, wouldn’t you?”
How are you saying such a long sentence without taking a single breath! That monster’s lung capacity is monstrous too!
“Yes, sir!”
“Pfft!”
Nanakda finished washing my blonde hair, told me to wash the rest myself, tossed me a towel, and left. Ah, I wondered why he came into the bathroom—he must have brought the towel for me.
I stepped out of the bathtub, rinsed away the remaining soap from my body, and dried myself off. After putting on my bathrobe, the Emilys usually… yes, that’s right—they dried my hair and applied moisturizer.
“Choco, dry my hair for me!”
“Yes, yes!”
I barred Shirley from entering the room, patted on some toner, and changed into comfortable clothes. I’d brought a fancy dress, but wearing that here would only make me look like a clown.
I changed into a summer one-piece dress that I’d planned to wear as loungewear, then confidently headed toward the dining hall. Though calling it a dining hall was generous—it was really just the table at the boundary between the living room and kitchen, and the space around it. But since I recognized it as the dining hall, it was the dining hall.
As I descended the stairs into the living room, Shirley had already claimed the sofa. While I was gently stroking her belly as she lounged comfortably, my eyes met those of Nanakda’s subordinates bustling about preparing dinner.
“Oh!”
The woman setting out dishes flinched noticeably when she saw me.
“Whoa!”
“Gasp!”
The man and woman tidying up cooking utensils also flinched dramatically at the sight of me.
“Uh… um…”
And the man who had been carefully stacking napkins and such as he came down from upstairs suddenly turned and hurried back up the stairs.
“Ahhh!”
Finally, Nanakda, who was bringing wine, let out a shriek and stumbled backward.
“What’s wrong with everyone?”
“I have no idea?”
As Shirley and I exchanged confused glances, Nanakda asked me a strange question.
“…Are you Princess Vishnabel?”
“Pardon? Yes, I am?”
“Eek!”
What’s this about? Why did they shriek at seeing a person and then squeak? Since it wasn’t proper court etiquette or basic human courtesy, I pointed it out, and Nanakda’s subordinates whispered among themselves while looking at me.
“Your Highness the Princess?”
“She said she’s the Princess.”
“Not a beautiful ghost girl? She’s completely different from before!”
“Hey! Kirpan, come down! She’s not a beautiful ghost girl!”
“Oh, she’s not a beautiful ghost girl?”
Why would they call a living person a ghost! As I stood there bewildered, Nanakda hesitated before pointing to my hair.
“Well, that is… your hair is incredibly long?”
“I braid it and roll it up, so of course this length shows?”
“Ah, I see…”
Why is he only glancing at me sideways? Since he wouldn’t make eye contact, I walked right up to him, and the man quickly turned his head away. Feeling stubborn, I trotted after him in the direction he turned, and this time Nanakda quickly looked upward. If he’s looking up, there’s no way for me to enter his field of vision.
“Ah!”
I bounced up and down, but since he wouldn’t look at me, I was starting to think I’d have no choice but to forcibly turn his head, when Choco suddenly cried out as if she’d realized something.
“It’s just that Pisha usually looks like that, but actually she’s incredibly beautiful!”
“What do you mean ‘usually looks like that’? What have you been thinking of me as usually?”
“This is the first time I’ve seen Pisha in her cute girl version, so it feels strange!”
“What? What did you normally think of me then?”
Choco seemed like she wanted to pick a fight with me, so I was about to provoke her, but this time Shirley stepped in and spoke on behalf of everyone in this household.
“Ah, that’s right. When I first entered the Princess Palace, I saw Pisha in her pajamas and thought she was some kind of famous cute girl ghost bound to the palace.”
“…Why?”
“Because the gap between then and now is so big?”
Come on, it’s not like I’m unrecognizable, is it? Well, being called a cute girl does sound like a compliment, but I’m not sure whether I should feel good about it or not.
“If Pisha just keeps quiet like that, you’d look like a perfect blonde beauty.”
“Aren’t I a blonde beauty normally too?”
“Heh.”
Choco, that single “heh” seems to contain so much meaning? I think I should probably be angry right now? But since I have no way to punish Choco at the moment, I made a promise to myself to hang her from the Tower when I meet Father later and settle this score.
“Listen up!”
Since things have come to this, I’ll keep this look until everyone gets used to it. I can’t have people mistake me for a ghost again the next time we meet and treat me like this.
“While I’m staying in Ljubljana, I shall maintain this outfit!”
As I declared this confidently, Nanakda’s subordinates, drawn in by my charisma, began clapping.
“Wow.”
“This is my first time living with a cute girl.”
“Mine too.”
“Same here.”
“I’m nervous.”
Our household is strange enough that I shouldn’t be talking, but Nanakda’s subordinates are really odd.
“Then let’s start the party.”
“It’s quite simple since we prepared in a hurry.”
It’s certainly simple, but it has everything a party needs, which is nice. There’s alcohol, which is essential for a party, and sweet drinks too. A large dumpling had birthday candles stuck in it. The party food was also prepared in the Astiages style, very neatly.
“Though it’s modest, I shall enjoy it with pleasure!”
“My apologies. Our Pisha is the Princess, after all.”
“Please don’t send complaints to the Princess Palace later.”
We each raised our glasses of alcohol and drinks and toasted. We sang a birthday song for Nanakda, gave gifts, and shared updates while enjoying the party, when Nanakda said something that made me wince.
“Ah, but there’s nothing in this house anyway.”
“Huh?”
“All information about Kirke and important documents and items are in the temple vault. Don’t waste your effort.”
“Um…”
Still, how could anyone give up after just one word? After the party ended, I boldly searched the house by mobilizing Choco and Shirley.

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