Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183. Where Is Kirke? (4)
“Elrod? Isn’t that the thing for finding water veins?”
“Since Elrod is good at finding what we’re looking for, couldn’t it find Kirke in this case?”
Oh, so it points us in a direction? If Elrod points north, Kirke would be in Astiages; if west, the Federation; if upward, the Heavenly Realm.
“Show me.”
I grasped Elrod and earnestly willed it to reveal Kirke’s location. The rod began vibrating, then bent sharply to the right.
“Huh? Right means east, doesn’t it?”
“Directionally speaking, yes, but surely you’re not distinguishing east and west by left and right, are you?”
“Of course not!”
Who does he think I am, an idiot? I’d kick him in the shin if I weren’t being considerate because it’s Croa.
“I have a suspicion, though…”
Following Father’s suggestion to move, we traveled in the direction Elrod indicated. As we walked, it subtly adjusted our course, and following its guidance, we arrived at the rear courtyard of the Princess Palace.
Squeal!
“Just as I thought.”
The pig that remained on the island? Ah, so Kirke’s divine power lingered here, and it found this place first?
“What do we do?”
“We’ll have to kill it, won’t we?”
Squeal!
Squeal! Squeal!
This is becoming tedious. If Elrod finds the nearest divine power first, that means we’ll have to hunt down and kill all the pigs on the island.
I was thinking this would take some time when Kisomalos came running from afar, bleating frantically.
“What’s wrong?”
He tugged at my clothes insistently, clearly desperate to tell me something. With so many eyes watching, I’d need to find a private place to talk.
“I desperately need the restroom!”
“Pisha! A proper lady doesn’t say such things!”
Quiet, you nagging Aunt. If I need the restroom, I say I need the restroom—what else would I call it? I stuck my tongue out at her and fled. To maintain my cover, I rushed straight into the restroom, where Kisomalos revealed something shocking.
“Listen! Those are people!”
“…Pardon?”
“The pigs! Kirke’s pigs! They were originally human!”
What? How is that even possible? Unless she used magic? No, wait—Kirke said Media was her aunt, so she might be in the same profession. Did she use a curse? Or could she be an alchemist as skilled as Lorowi?
“Listen carefully without panicking, child.”
“Yes?”
I’ve been perfectly composed this whole time, and I’m confident I’ll stay that way. As I laughed lightly, Kisomalos dropped something even more shocking.
“Kirke is… a sorcerer.”
“Whaaaaaaat?!”
Sorcerers actually exist?! They’re not just in fairy tales and legends?!
“But sorcerers—they shoot fire and lightning regardless of their divine power! How is that even possible?”
“Because sorcerers use neither divine power nor spiritual power!”
“Gaaaasp!”
Fire without divine power—how?! If she turned people into pigs, then the reverse is possible too? She could turn dogs and cats into people? How is that possible? She’s completely omnipotent!
“That’s because he’s about three-quarters of a deity!”
“A deity? But Kisomalos was a high-ranking deity too, wasn’t he?”
“That’s different! There’s a meta reason for it!”
What does that even mean? A deity is a deity, but a meta deity? I had no idea what she was talking about.
“If it’s just dispelling magic, Lorowi could probably create that potion too.”
“But didn’t he say not to come back again?”
“Well, what can you do? If a descendant asks for something, you have to make it.”
That’s true. He keeps saying not to come back, but he’s been continuously using his divine power until we succeed. That’s just how ancestor deities are—their resolve weakens when descendants push. Even though he wouldn’t give us the key to the Alchemy Workshop, he still set aside separate divine power for explosions out of pity for Aunt.
“But if we suddenly reveal that we’ve discovered this fact, it would seem too unnatural.”
“What’s unnatural about it? Just say you received a divine oracle.”
“Then I’d be the Princess who received a divine oracle in the bathroom.”
“What can you do? It’s the truth.”
“Ugh….”
I should have kept my mouth shut about needing the bathroom urgently.
With some regret, I returned to where Aunt and Father were. When I told them that according to the oracle, these pigs were actually people, the pigs let out joyful squeals, and Edison and Larima started whispering to each other.
“You received an oracle in the bathroom?”
“It seems Kisomalos doesn’t respect privacy.”
You two are always bickering, yet somehow you’re perfectly in sync at times like this.
“Kisomalos said that Lorowi should be capable of creating a potion to dispel magic.”
“But Lorowi said not to come back again….”
“Throwing a tantrum solves everything.”
“Hmm….”
Since he probably won’t want to see us again today, let’s go together next time if the opportunity arises. I told Aunt this and decided to keep my promise. I’d said I’d get her out of Prison once the alchemy succeeded, so I needed to start preparing for the move. The Princess Palace was gaining more family members.
“Hmm, a sorceress….”
But Father didn’t seem convinced by my explanation. After pondering for a moment, he pointed at the pigs and voiced a contradiction.
“You said sorcerers don’t use divine power or spiritual power, right? But that pig still has Kirke’s divine power remaining in it.”
“Huh?”
Now that he mentioned it, if she cast magic using something that wasn’t divine or spiritual power, there shouldn’t be any divine power left, should there? I was puzzled too, so I looked at Kisomalos, and the golden sheep had the same “huh?” expression on his face.
“He doesn’t know either, it seems.”
“What does he even know?”
As Father and I cursed Kisomalos, the golden sheep let out a weak “baa.”
“Pisha! I like the room next to Pisha’s!”
“Emily! Prepare the room farthest from mine!”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
First things first—the move. I requested a furniture catalog to furnish Aunt’s room.

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Two seasons had passed since then. Astiages continued demanding Nanakda’s head, but we remained steadfastly silent. As for alchemy, we’d compromised with Lorowi to use it only ten times a day, whether it succeeded or failed. A month after we began crafting the dispelling potion, we finally managed to produce a single vial.
When we tested the potion on the pig, we discovered something remarkable: all the people who had been transformed into pigs were guards who had been stationed when Kirke was imprisoned on the island. Apparently, there should have been guards on the island, but not a single one remained.
After that first success, Aunt had developed considerable expertise, and we could now produce roughly one bottle of potion per week. I’d never seen Aunt so vibrant in all my life. She seemed absolutely thrilled to be able to use alchemy.
“Happy birthday, Pisha!”
“Sister Princess, I’ve prepared a wonderful gift for you today!”
Winter arrived, December came, and my birthday passed. I had turned sixteen. Time truly is fleeting. In just five more years, would my life be over?
“Sigh.”
Though I was enjoying the birthday banquet, I couldn’t bring myself to feel purely joyful—my heart felt restless. Larima, noticing this, took my hand and led me to the center of the hall. There stood an enormous object covered in white cloth. They’d prepared quite the gift, though I couldn’t say it was remarkable—just remarkably large.
“Allow me to introduce, Sister Princess! A completely domestically-produced aircraft! The Bishu Mark 1!”
“Wow!”
It was already finished? I’d heard that Alset ultimately won the final competition for the propeller components, so Larima must have completed it in time for my birthday.
“Splendid! Sister is very pleased, Larima!”
“Ahem!”
It seems like just yesterday when you were being dragged along by your father, nervously greeting me with hesitant glances. Yet here you are now—defeating Edison, securing propeller production, and creating the nation’s first domestically-built fighter aircraft. You’ve grown magnificently!
“I’m in the mood! Go on a date with Aunt for the day!”
“Really, Sister Princess?!”
“Ah, no! That’s not—!”
“Pisha! What about my opinion?!”
Everything in the Princess Palace is mine. Which means Aunt is mine too. Just go on the date as I’ve commanded.
When I spoke so firmly, Larima let out an “Ohohoho!” laugh like some villainous noblewoman, while Edison looked utterly wronged, chewing on a handkerchief.
That was when it happened.
Boom!
“Wh-what?”
Fanfare sounded from the sky as fireworks burst around Larima. Then divine electricity gathered, and a divine manifestation of electricity appeared before Larima with a flash.
“What?!”
It was the moment Larima was recognized as the true successor to Alset.

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