Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 190

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Chapter 190. How Brave to Begin Ascetic Training from the Northern Region (4)
“Hey! Sure, I failed at raising children, but I did great raising my granddaughter! Her divine power’s been skyrocketing lately!”
“Please calm down! I didn’t come here to interrogate you about Grandmother’s death!”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, I’m still pretty upset about it!”
I’d never even seen my grandmother’s face, but I couldn’t just stand by when dealing with someone who contributed to her death. The moment I locked Kirke in a Princess Cobra Twist, she writhed in agony, thrashing about wildly.
Wait? She’s a puppet but can feel pain?
“Aaahhhhh! Let go of me, you brats!”
“Pisha, why are you doing something so pointless!”
“But Grandmother suffered an unjust death! How could I, her descendant, just sit idle!”
I answered while maintaining the Princess Cobra Twist, but Choco didn’t seem interested in stopping me. This kid was clearly having the time of her life, just pretending to object.
“If you promise not to run away and answer my questions honestly, I’ll let you go!”
“I won’t run! I promise I won’t!”
“Okay.”
I released the Princess Cobra Twist and gripped Kirke’s hand tightly in case she tried to teleport away. The woman rubbed her entire body to ease the pain, then asked if I was here to talk about Helga’s death or if there was another reason for my visit.
“I am curious about Grandmother, but…”
“Actually, this Princess here underwent execution by dismemberment at twenty-one years old, then reverted to five years old.”
“Choco, you say the most shocking things so casually.”
Could you show a little consideration for me? I still jolt awake in the middle of the night at the mere mention of execution by dismemberment. I kicked Choco’s shin hard, and she pretended to cry out in pain.
“Reverted to five years old? You mean she died and came back in a five-year-old body? Or is it something else?”
“Well, it seemed like the time of the entire world had been reversed.”
“Huh? Is there another deity besides me who can do that?”
A sorcerer can reverse time too?! I was taken aback by this unexpected revelation when Kisomalos stepped forward.
“There’s one among the deities outside our universe. That one does anything as long as the price is right and it looks fun.”
“Oh, Tick-Tock?”
“Yeah.”
“But why do you look like a sheep?”
“I’m still a divine spirit, you old woman!”
“You, even after divorcing Media, why are you calling me so familiarly!”
So Kirke only allows that “old woman” term for people she’s close to. Wasn’t Kisomalos once Media’s husband? And Kirke is Media’s aunt… So they’re in-laws? They might have been close back when they were married.
“So what I wanted to ask was…”
“Wait!”
Kirke cut me off and clutched her stomach with a pale face.
“I used too much magic and my blood sugar dropped. Let’s talk while we grab something to eat somewhere.”
So using magic depletes your blood sugar. That was news to me. Anyway, since she promised not to run away, the location didn’t really matter to us, so we drove to a nearby city. The four-seater car was now completely full. Kisomalos took up quite a bit of space, so Kirke seemed to be complaining about the cramped conditions.
“The sea’s close by—how about seafood?”
“Fresh seafood is always the best.”
Choco and I are inland people, so we naturally crave fresh seafood. We raided a high-end seafood restaurant, paid for our meal, and were treated to fresh sashimi and steamed lobster. It was delicious.
“Man, I guess I’m a sashimi person today. It’s really sticking to my mouth.”
“You’re a puppet but you eat?”
“Exactly! This isn’t just an ordinary doll—it can do everything a person does. When it’s hungry, it feels hunger; when it eats, it needs to use the restroom.”
“Wow.”
I learned it was crafted by an artisan from the Heavenly Realm, so I could only marvel and exclaim in wonder. After satisfying my hunger somewhat, I broached the real reason I’d sought out Kirke.
“Actually, I think Kisomalos’s inability to grow as a lower-tier deity might be connected to you somehow, Kirke.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Yes. Before time rewound, it seems you confined Kisomalos somewhere. He says he has no memory of it at all.”
“Hmm?”
Kirke seemed to recall something, and as she touched Kisomalos’s head, she infused something different from divine power into him. Oh, so that must be magical energy that sorcerers use!
“Aha, this rascal.”
It appeared she’d discerned something from just that brief contact. With an expression of near certainty, Kirke explained Kisomalos’s condition.
“A portion of his memories and sense of self are trapped in the Labyrinth.”
“The Labyrinth?”
“It’s in the Heavenly Realm, and my nephews manage it.”
The Heavenly Realm? If it’s in the Heavenly Realm, how am I supposed to retrieve it? A mortal body can’t ascend to the Heavenly Realm.
“Hmm, I thought his divine power had oddly plummeted to the Mortal Realm just because Helga died. It seems my past self took proper measures.”
For some reason, Kirke puffed up with pride and seemed extraordinarily pleased with herself—like a new employee who’d completed menial tasks and now fancied themselves an indispensable asset to the company.
“Me! I have a question too!”
“Heh heh, go ahead.”
She was clearly quite temperamental. With an air of triumph, she graciously accepted questions. This really was just like Media. Kirke was definitely Media’s aunt.
“Why does Astiages keep that severed sword? And why do you suppress rapidly growing nations? It seems several deities are active because of this.”
“Heh heh, my. This is supposed to be secret, but I’m weak against honest-natured martial artists like you.”
Another meta comment.
In any case, Kirke said she’d tell me since her lips were itching to speak, but there was a condition.
“After I finish speaking, I’ll erase your memories. You’ll only retain the feeling or sense that you understood. Will you still listen?”
“Sure, I’m fine with it.”
“It’s not a loss, and if it’s reasonable, I’m okay with it.”
“Aunt, do I have to have my memory erased too? If it’s a Heavenly Realm secret, shouldn’t I be allowed to hear it?”
“Why would I be your aunt!”
“Don’t call me old lady!”
Even though she’d been divorced, wasn’t “aunt” less problematic? Kirke and Kisomalos began bickering and quarreling over the proper form of address. After considerable debate, they reached a compromise.
“Let’s just go with Kirke.”
“I can’t think of any other title anyway.”
Fair enough. Why didn’t they just use her name from the start? Kirke unified the address as simply “Kirke,” then declared she’d also erase Kisomalos’s memories since word spreading among the Heavenly Realm folk would be even more troublesome.
But if it’s such a secret, wouldn’t it be better not to speak of it at all? Even for Kirke, a quarter of her is still human after all. She simply couldn’t resist the itch to gossip.
“Ahem, actually, I only recently learned this while receiving materials from Saint-Germain.”
Ah, so the Central Region was originally overseen by Saint-Germain, but after he had descendants, he dumped the work on Kirke. No wonder she gave off such a new employee vibe.
“Did you know that even eight thousand years ago, the Mortal Realm was still the Mortal Realm?”
“Yes, I heard it from Netcha.”
“I heard it from Netcha too, so I know a bit.”
Was this the moment I’d learn the origin story of the Mortal Realm and the world’s secrets? My heart was racing.
We straightened our posture and ordered beverages and desserts to listen attentively to Kirke’s story. As I sipped my non-alcoholic mojito through a straw, Kirke cleared her throat and continued.
“In those days, malevolent and divine beings were wreaking absolute havoc in the Mortal Realm. It was utter chaos, they say.”
“I understand the divine ones, but malevolent beings?”
“Yes. Demons, literally. Creatures like Beelzebub and Mara swarmed everywhere.”
“Oh my.”
These were names I’d never heard before. I crunched on chocolate pretzels while becoming absorbed in Kirke’s account.
“I’ve only seen it in records, but back then, humans killing humans was commonplace. Cannibalism, mass slaughter, and this creature called Zeus scattered his seed so prolifically that entire regions couldn’t sustain themselves without incest, or so they say.”
“Wow….”
“Complete pandemonium.”
“And the Three Elder Gods of Heaven witnessed all of it. Those deities are experts at one thing—living long.”
So those elders were Dongbang Sak, Saint-Germain, and Xerxes? Did they annihilate the malevolent and divine beings? The Mortal Realm is quite peaceful now, after all.
“When the Mortal Realm was truly a realm of suffering….”
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“It so happened that 5.67 billion years had passed since Shakyamuni Buddha’s extinction on another world, and Maitreya descended upon this land.”
Oh… I should probably add another disclaimer that this has no connection to any specific religion.
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