Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 186

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Chapter 186. Where Is Kirke? (7)
“I hope Kirke is doing well. She hasn’t gotten caught up in the war or anything like that, has she?”
“She’s a mage, so wouldn’t she be fine?”
Hmm, that’s a fair point. I listened to Shirley and Croa’s conversation while organizing my own thoughts. A mage would hardly face serious trouble, after all. If things got truly dire, she could always return to the Heavenly Realm. Though if she did, finding her would become exponentially harder. I’d have to track down cooperative deities and spirits and conduct a genuine search.
“Speaking of Astiages, that reminds me…”
Father sipped his drink as if it were nothing, then brought up something equally trivial.
“The Empire’s Emperor demanded that I either deliver Nanakda’s head or surrender Princess Vishnabel as a hostage.”
“He’s joking.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Has that old man lost his mind?”
“If we’re talking about my biological father, spouting nonsense is his specialty, so feel free to ignore him.”
Nanakda, you’re really sharp-tongued. Though I suppose it’s natural to resent him—after all, Nanakda’s beheading and Hisperon’s death were both ordered by that Emperor.
“Well, we’ll need to send people to the Empire to search for Kirke anyway. Going myself doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”
Besides, I possess invincible luck. Sending ordinary infiltrators would be slower than finding her myself. When I made this argument, Father, Shirley, and Croa all laughed.
“As of this moment, the Princess is forbidden from leaving the Palace.”
“We should confiscate her passport too.”
“Should we freeze her bank accounts as well?”
Aren’t you being a bit too persistent? If these people set their minds to it, I wouldn’t be able to leave the Imperial Palace. Not that it matters—if I decide to leave, nothing can stop me.
In any case, we chatted a bit longer before deciding to retire. A well-behaved legitimate heir should sleep soundly tonight to receive gifts the next day. It was Christmas, after all.

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Father grumbled incessantly about not wanting to sleep, since he’d inevitably be kicked by Chiron’s hooves anyway. The thought made me chuckle, and I closed my eyes in bed and drifted off. Tonight, the presence of spam spirits was particularly palpable.
“Huh?”
The moment I fell asleep, I entered a lucid dream state. This was definitely a spam spirit. It was strange—Kisomalos hadn’t become a lower-tier deity yet, but his divine power had grown tremendously, so lately he’d been deflecting most spam spirits. This was unusual.
Waiting to see who might visit, I heard a clicking sound, and Kisomalos and Netcha appeared.
“It’s been a while!”
“Descendant, my Christmas gift this year is him!”
Huh? A Christmas gift? Netcha is a Christmas gift? I didn’t quite understand, but I politely bowed and asked what brought them here.
“Since you’re searching for Kirke, I thought I’d share what I know.”
“Huh? How do you know Kirke?”
“I possess some divine nature. Though I’m an artificial Immortal as a half-human, I’m still an Immortal, so we have a network among ourselves.”
“I… I see.”
The Heavenly Realm really does care about academic and regional connections. The divine nature he mentioned must refer to divinity in a metaphysical sense, not the gods of the Mortal Realm.
“So you and Kirke are acquainted?”
“You could say that. There’s no one in the Heavenly Realm with higher divine status than her, so she’s even served as the leader among Immortals. Since she was a mage and I was a war deity, whenever problems arose, we’d descend to the Mortal Realm together to handle them. I stepped back from the front lines after Choco was born.”
It’s true that the Heavenly Realm has many spirits and deities without connections to descendants. Kirke must be one of them. Even that incredibly popular bakery owner in the Heavenly Realm still hasn’t found her connection in the Mortal Realm.
“In any case, since Kirke touched our master’s grandmother, I felt I should share everything I know.”
“Oh!”
Does he know something about Grandmother’s unnatural death? Or is it just my luck manifesting again, bringing Kisomalos here with someone so timely and helpful? Is this fortune at work?
“Well, where do I even begin? First, does the Princess know anything about events before the first year of the Mortal Realm?”
“…Huh?”
“I don’t know much either, but apparently the Mortal Realm was truly the Mortal Realm back then. It was supposedly a complete hellscape.”
“Wasn’t the Mortal Realm only eight thousand years old?!”
Wait, something existed before recorded history? The moment the Mortal Realm’s first year began, the heavens didn’t open and the deities select and raise their descendants?
“Well, most deities don’t know about that period, and only three deities in the Heavenly Realm are aware of it.”
“Wow, just three?”
“Yes. The deity active in the Southern Region is Dongbang Sak, whom I’m acquainted with. The deity whose domain is the Central Region was originally Saint-Germain, but after he had descendants, he apparently taught Kirke various things and passed down materials to her while he focused on caring for his line. And the Northern Region has a wandering Jew—Xerxes? Ahas Pertz? Well, surely they have more than one or two names.”
How fascinating. If they’ve existed since before recorded history, they must be over ten thousand years old, right? Even for deities, there’s usually a lifespan, but hearing that someone has lived ten thousand years fills me with an indescribable sense of awe. More than that, if Saint-Germain is involved, he must have been the ancestral deity of Count German. What a remarkable person.
“Anyway, these old deities who’ve merely lived long occasionally make requests of us mortals—warriors, mages, and strategists.”
“Do we have to grant their requests just because they ask?”
“Ah, because they’ve lived so long, their divine power is incredibly potent. When they offer to share their divine power, most people usually agree. The Southern Region also has a culture of respecting elders, so refusing an elder’s words is difficult.”
The Southern Region truly is obsessed with propriety and etiquette. I absolutely must never go on a diplomatic mission there.
“Anyway, what these old deities usually request is to suppress rapidly growing nations. Your grandmother might have gotten caught up in something like that?”
“Eh?”
A rapidly growing nation? True, Kisomalos did become incredibly powerful during my grandmother’s time, didn’t it? Kisomalos himself had already reached the rank of superior deity and was just waiting to advance to the highest tier.
“You said Kirke is currently in Astiages, right? I bet Astiages grew too large, so Xerxes requested assistance. There have been quite a few localized wars happening lately, after all.”
“Eh?”
Weren’t those wars instigated by Nanakda? There was another reason? And it was on such a massive scale that even deities had to intervene?
“Why would they need to suppress a large nation?”
“I don’t know either. The old deities won’t tell me.”
So even Netcha doesn’t know. Then I really have no choice but to ask Kirke directly. Why she imprisoned Kisomalos, why she killed my grandmother. I need to meet her face-to-face and settle this.
“Well, speaking of which!”
Netcha pulled something out from behind her back and presented it with a flourish. It was a leopard-patterned bag, but it looked different from the crude one Father carries.
“Wow! A leopard bag!”
“Since you’ll be carrying it as the Princess, Taeul Jinsa prettied it up for you.”
“Wow! This is mine?! Thank you so much!”
“Hehe, if you keep up diligently with your training, I promised to get you an epidermis pouch.”
Honestly, I didn’t want it because the design was so plain! But with this one, I can actually carry it around. It’ll be a nice accent piece with simpler outfits.
“No matter how much you protest, it’s obvious you’re going to the Empire anyway. Why not take this opportunity to do some training with Choco!”
“Child, I’ve prepared your passport, Elrod, and emergency funds and set them all by your pillow!”
How did Kisomalos become so perceptive about handling things? And since traveling alone is dangerous, it’s better to bring Choco along. I’m also terrified of what might happen to Choco if I suddenly disappear.
“I don’t mind leaving, but…”
Honestly, my concerns are elsewhere. I looked at Kisomalos with pitiful eyes.
“Kisomalos, will you be okay staying at the Imperial Palace? Won’t Father beat you to death?”
“….”
The golden ram deliberated for a long time, weighing the hardships of going outside against the pain of being beaten by Father. Then, standing on two legs, he made an arrogant decision.
“Since my one and only legitimate heir is worried, I shall accompany my heir!”
Right, whether human or deity, you have to live to see it through. Nobody wants to get beaten to death, after all. We conspired to leave the Imperial Palace at first light, and parted ways so I could get proper rest. Netcha said she’d explain everything to Choco in her dreams, so once I woke up, I could meet Choco and leave the Palace right away.
“Hm! Fatigue recovery!”
Tomorrow’s going to be busy. I was already busy before, but now I have other pressing matters instead of studying and attending to duties—this is going to be quite the change. Hehe, I’m excited. No studying for me starting tomorrow.

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