Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18. If You’re Not Going to Date a Hundred Lovers, Don’t Go Around Calling Yourself a Ruffian (6)
“Ahhhhh!”
Nothing tastes better than a glass of cold water after working up a sweat!
I hadn’t managed to leave the Princess Palace during all the commotion, but the grounds were spacious enough for a five-year-old like me—I’d pedaled my tricycle around the entire course, and quite a bit of time had passed.
As I drank the water heartily and splashed some over my head, those around me erupted in applause, praising how wild and magnificent my display was.
I shrugged my shoulders proudly.
Raising my hand in a signal for more applause, even the Imperial Guards stationed far off at the palace gates lowered their weapons and clapped, cheering, “Your Highness the Princess is magnificent!”
Hehe, this is why I love being called Your Highness the Princess. Today has been truly fulfilling.
“Have you had enough fun?”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Screaming as though looking at a monster is a discourteous act.”
That monster of a Chief Chamberlain, that old hag!
I shrieked and tried to escape on my tricycle, but the soldiers she’d brought along lifted me up, tricycle and all.
“Unhand me! Unhand me, you fools! I am the legitimate heir of Kisomalos’s five-hundred-year imperial line!”
“The legitimate heir must attend the lessons this Chief Chamberlain has prepared beginning tomorrow. We shall start with an academic assessment and proceed from there.”
“No! No, no, no! Monster! Wrinkled old hag! You’re so annoying! All those creases and wrinkles! No, no, no!”
“Hahaha! It’s only natural to have wrinkles when one is old.”
Ugh… I hate her. I hate that old hag.
I’ve hated her since long ago. For twenty-one years straight, I’ve hated her.
Not once since birth have I ever liked her!
The moment I entered the study room—a place I’d never set foot in before in this five-year-old body—goosebumps erupted across my entire skin.
I hate this. I hate studying. I’d rather die. But dying is even worse!
“Please stop screaming like that. Your Highness the Princess, there is not only bad news.”
“Ahhhhh! No, no, no! Monster! No, no, no! Ahhhhh!”
“If you score one hundred points on the test I’m about to give you, you won’t have to attend lessons.”
“Where’s the test?”
You should have mentioned such good news earlier, Madam Listo.
I straightened my posture and sat properly in the chair. As I tapped the desk with my pen impatiently, Madam Listo narrowed her eyes and muttered that I was exactly like my father as a child, then handed me the test.
“Time limit is one hour. To prevent any complaints later, it will be short-answer or multiple choice only.”
“Got it!”
The moment Madam Listo called out to begin, I pressed the stopwatch and rolled up my sleeves to tackle the problems.
‘I am someone who has already completed the entire standard imperial curriculum taught to the legitimate heir at the Imperial Palace!’
Problems designed for a five-year-old weren’t even worth a scoff.
I breezed through the arithmetic problems with a dismissive laugh, easily identified the differences between the common tongue of Naral and the dialects of the north and south, and wrote out the names of my ancestors without hesitation.
Some problems required a bit more thought, but I dredged up the answers from memory regardless. I finished my review thoroughly and stabbed my pen into the desk.
“Done!”
“Only thirty minutes have passed. Are you truly certain?”
“Absolutely!”
So hurry up and grade it and get out! I’m going to play tomorrow and the day after that too!
I declared this with absolute confidence.
The old woman donned a suspicious expression and retrieved her glasses. I had mocked Madam Listo’s presbyopia while holding Emily’s hand and dancing in premature celebration of victory, but the old woman cackled madly and began drawing circles with a red pen in rapid succession.
“I see. His Majesty ordered such an unusual curriculum that I wondered if his mind had been affected, but it appears we may proceed as planned.”
“Get out of here! Old woman! This is my victory! Hah! Ha ha!”
“Yes. Then I shall return tomorrow once preparations are complete. I look forward to working with you going forward, Your Highness the Princess.”
Eh?
Why do we have to keep seeing each other? You said you wouldn’t come if I got a perfect score!
I got them all right! It’s a perfect score!
“How foolish, Your Highness the Princess. This test is worth 101 points.”
“Whaaaaaat!”
You fraud! How dare you deceive me!
“Deceive you? I tricked you!”
“I clearly stated that I would end the lessons if Your Highness achieved a perfect 100 points! Everyone here is a witness. And you answered all questions correctly, earning 101 points!”
“Whaaaaaat!”
I was utterly shocked and felt profoundly wronged. I snatched the test paper and calculated it myself—each question was worth 2, 3, or 4 points, distributed evenly. When I answered all questions correctly, the total came to 101 points.
No matter how I combined the scores, there was no way to achieve exactly 100 points.
“Fraud! You tricked me! This is invalid, this is completely invalid! Waaaah!”
“Ohohoho! To think you’d stumble at the very same place as Helbartorang! Truly, blood tells! The lineage runs true!”
You old woman! You’ve insulted the noble pure bloodline of five hundred years of imperial succession!
“Off with that old woman’s head!”
I threw a tantrum, but Chief Chamberlain, the old woman, dismissed my threats by saying her neck was protected by His Majesty the Emperor himself, then thoroughly mocked me before departing.
Consumed by frustration, I collapsed face-down on the carpet and wept bitterly, yet not a single soul offered me comfort.
There was no help for it. Such was the fate of the pure bloodline.
The pure bloodline must rise alone when it falls.
Still weeping, I rose with stubborn resolve and returned to my chambers. There I wept to my heart’s content upon the bed.
That evening, I ate, bathed, and slept with my face swollen from tears.

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The next morning, I woke early and packed my bundle.
After tucking in some sweets and a water bottle, I rolled up the cloth wrapping and secured it around my waist. Then I slipped out of my bedroom with only Emily in tow.
Yesterday I cried after falling for her tricks, but I hadn’t lost yet. If I could avoid being caught while wandering the Princess Palace until class ended, what could that old woman possibly do about it?
For now, I’d treat every day as an outing.
With that thought, I crept toward the Palace Courtyard. But then I heard a familiar bleating sound echoing loudly through the air.
Baaaaaah!
How did that Old Sheep get in here again?
The sheep, bleating boisterously in the quiet morning, had retrieved a large ball from somewhere by headbutting it, and now stood confidently before me.
Baa! Baa! Baaah!
Then, with an absolutely tremendous cry, it hopped in place and leaped atop the large ball, balancing itself there.
Oh, oh… this is!
Wasn’t this what the acrobats who sometimes performed in the palace used to do?
A mere sheep standing on a ball and maintaining its balance—it must have practiced extensively.
“Come on, Emily.”
But this had absolutely nothing to do with me.
I decided to calmly ignore the sheep and continue on my way.
Baaaaaaaaah!
The sheep then charged at me, grabbed the hem of my skirt with its teeth, and began tugging at it.
“Let go, you wretched thing! Wretched sheep! I’ll report you!”
Did this creature know it tasted awful? Why was it clinging to me so persistently?
As I wrestled with the sheep, it finally tore a piece of my skirt hem and ate it. Once I confirmed the sheep had stumbled backward, I seized the moment and moved my limbs with all my strength.
“Emily! Let’s go!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
The sheep, belatedly coming to its senses, chased after me bleating, but its cries soon faded. When I glanced back, the sheep was panting heavily, catching its breath.
An old sheep indeed—it had exhausted itself after just that bit of running. How pitiful and pathetic.
“Emily.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
But this had absolutely nothing to do with me.
I climbed Eastern Hill without caring whether the sheep collapsed from exhaustion or not. Since my body was only five years old, climbing the hill exhausted me partway through, so I rode on Emily’s back for the rest of the way. But I finally arrived beneath the Apple Tree I’d been seeking.
“Ahh! Perfect!”
I drank deeply from my water bottle and handed it to Emily as well.
I’d brought along a fire spirit stone that had expired and grown lukewarm, as well as a blanket, so I could sleep deeply here and then head down for lunch.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I held the spirit stone to my chest and wrapped the blanket around both Emily and myself. Then, as I leaned my back against the tree, a siren wailed across the entire Imperial Palace.
Weeeeeeeng!
The loud warning pierced my ears, and I heard palace attendants calling out danger alerts from all directions. Among them, I heard someone close to Eastern Hill shouting, and surprisingly, a familiar name emerged.
“Attention! In one minute, Kazelnu Lorowi will cast ‘Billion Explosion’! All those in the Imperial Palace, prepare for the blast and tremors! The explosion’s light cannot be viewed with the naked eye! The intense heat may cause eye damage!”
Wow, my Aunt is using a technique worth a billion?
The Prisoner must have taken quite a liking to it. That’s a weapon he’d never use unless it was an actual battlefield.

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