Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192. How Brave to Begin Ascetic Training from the Northern Region (6)
“If we send Kisomalos alone, won’t he get lost? Last time he was trapped the whole time, wasn’t he? A labyrinth is a maze, right? I don’t think he can escape it.”
“Hey, descendant! What do you take me for!”
“Wouldn’t it be better to ask Media and Kirke to accompany him? Ah, I should also mention it to Netcha.”
“Hey, you ungrateful descendant!”
Why do they keep calling me descendant? We were having a serious conversation, and here we are bickering away. As we squabbled back and forth, Kirke Grandmother chuckled softly and told us not to worry.
Ah, what’s wrong with me? I’ve been calling her Kirke Grandmother because she seems so much like one.
“Didn’t I tell you? Jocasta’s Labyrinth transcends space and time. As long as there’s a wide enough land to relocate it to, I can move it with my magical power.”
“Wow!”
“Magic is truly supreme!”
Right! It’s so fascinating! Most deities specialize in just one field, so they can only use one type of divine power.
Of course, alchemy can create many things, and Listo is an expert in various fields, but there’s no mystique like magic. Alchemy can be compared to an inventor creating various items, and Listo’s ability to sway the masses or his eloquence can be narrowed down to that of a politician.
But magic can only be compared to magic itself, can’t it?
“Magic really is all-purpose. Finding a suitable descendant must be incredibly difficult.”
Usually, the reason deities enter the Heavenly Realm is to create and nurture descendants. Since Kirke Grandmother said it was difficult to force her way into the Heavenly Realm, the fact that she forced her way in means she had the will to create descendants, doesn’t it?
As I inferred this and spoke up, thick tears began to fall from Kirke Grandmother’s transparent gem-like eyes.
“Ugh, ugh-ugh.”
“Why, why are you like this? Please calm down!”
“I came as soon as the Mortal Realm’s situation improved, but I still haven’t found even one connection-ugh-ugh-ugh.”
Wow, not a single connection in eight thousand years. How pitiful. Spirits and deities usually live for the joy of raising descendants.
“I’ve been solving other people’s problems and just accumulating divine power, but Saint-Germain found one a hundred years ago and is having fun with it these days!”
That Maitreya fellow—whether a homebody or not—is undergoing eight thousand years of ascetic training in a corner, so is Kirke Grandmother, who has lived for eight thousand years, also a top-tier deity? Of course, Saint-Germain is merely characterized by longevity and is at the divine spirit stage, but….
Anyway, if we consider her a top-tier deity, once she succeeds in finding a descendant, can she immediately influence the Mortal Realm as a top-tier deity? It seems like there might be a major upheaval in the Mortal Realm? Or maybe not? According to Media, Kirke Grandmother is a reclusive loner. Her descendant will probably have similar tendencies.
“Really, if only you had human-like abilities.”
“Magic is all I’ve ever learned! What can I do!”
That’s the lament of the arts and physical education crowd. Those folks always say they’ve only learned painting, and if they can’t make a living from it, what will they do? They lament it every time. Where did I hear this? From the artists protesting in front of the Ministry of Education. After that protest, our Kisomalos guarantees minimum living standards for artists through artist registration.
“If it’s a wide space, then, hmm, would a plain or uninhabited island work? Like Aiaia Island where Kirke Grandmother used to be?”
“No. Jocasta’s Labyrinth is much larger. I’d need at least ten times the space where I was staying.”
Wow, the maze is huge. For now, Kisomalos doesn’t have that much empty space. We’d have to provide an uninhabited island from Media’s side. If it’s larger than Aiaia Island, then….
“Ah, Crete Island! I heard the last residents left there recently and the village disappeared!”
“How strange fate is, always.”
“Fate?”
“A meta-comment.”
“Ah, I see.”
Anyway, we found Kirke well, and she seems willing to cooperate, so shouldn’t we just go back to Kisomalos and hold a strategy meeting? I was about to say this when Kisomalos suddenly stepped forward and said something unexpected.
“Kirke, if I can’t call you auntie, why are you letting my descendant call you grandmother?”
“Oh.”
“Now that I think about it, I just let Little One’s words slide too?”
No, it’s just that you seem so much like a grandmother. Your appearance is clearly that of a young woman, but your actions and manner of speech are so grandmother-like. Your atmosphere is close to that of the Head Attendant Grandmother.
“But you’re going to marry Croa, right?”
“Ah, yes. Once I come of age, I plan to hold the ceremony immediately.”
“Then I suppose that makes me something like a distant grandmother to you. Keep calling me that. Hehe, I quite like being a grandmother.”
Since Kirke had no descendants of her own, she was remarkably generous with those of younger generations. I called her grandmother with genuine affection, playing along, and she laughed heartily before mentioning that since there was still work to be done in Astiages, our departure to Kisomalos would have to be postponed.
“But why are you trampling on Astiages? That deity seems quite dignified in character, and hasn’t really caused any particular problems.”
“Ah, well, you see….”
Grandmother rubbed her temples, saying it was a complicated matter. The deities of the Heavenly Realm had all misunderstood Astiages, she explained, making another meta-commentary.
“I mean, we all assumed that since he created a religion worshipping fire, he must be Zoroaster himself.”
“Huh? Don’t tell me….”
Did Kisomalos also have an inkling? The golden sheep looked at Grandmother not with anxiety or fear, but with eyes full of anticipation.
“He’s a Zoroastrian demon king!”
“Whoa! No way!”
“No wonder he only wore black clothes!”
“It wasn’t purely Persian, more of a fusion vibe! With his hair twisted up! And always carrying those little daggers around!”
Ah, they were having quite the meta-conversation. Choco and I didn’t know much about it, so we just quietly munched on the remaining snacks, but then something came up that I couldn’t ignore.
“Black hair and red eyes do give off that demon king feeling, don’t they? He didn’t really look like someone from that region.”
“The elders said it was a side effect from cultivating demonic arts.”
Hmm…. I was eating a ganache cake when a face suddenly came to mind, and I rolled my eyes around thoughtfully. Now that I thought about it, Astyages’ First Princess—didn’t she have a distinctly unusual appearance in a family of pure silver hair and golden eyes? Her hair was black, and her eyes were… red? Or gold?
“What happens when you cultivate demonic arts?”
I asked while chewing on my cake, and both Kirke and Kisomalos put their heads together to discuss.
“Well, since the world settings are different, I’m not entirely certain either.”
“In the book I read, it described how a single demon king killed a million or ten million people, creating rivers of human blood.”
Wow, that’s impressive. Choco can only cut down a thousand people by herself. When I belittled Choco’s abilities, she pouted and said that since it was from a book, it was probably all exaggeration.
But Choco, don’t you realize that people in other countries all think your feat of cutting down a thousand people alone at Loruruje Fortress is an exaggeration?
“I still have more work to do here. Of course, if you all help me, we could reach Kisomalos much faster.”
“There’s no choice but to help.”
“I still have money left! We can plunder the hotel for another ten days!”
“If you have money, why are you talking about plundering?”
Well, there are certain circumstances. We’re wanted, you see.
In any case, we added Kirke to our group and headed south. Grandmother Kirke had apparently come down from the northernmost reaches of Astiages, blowing up military facilities along the way, so we just needed to finish sweeping through the remaining areas.
“But will Astiages really split apart just from destroying a few military facilities?”
“This sort of thing is just about giving a little push to the flow of history. Even without me, Grant would have controlled this region over a long period of time, wouldn’t he?”
Grant—wasn’t he Nanakda’s ancestor deity? So he really was an incredibly powerful god. I gripped the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator hard. We needed to drive faster from here on.
“But there’s a sign here warning about a minefield?”
“There is, isn’t there?”
“But we can just drive through it like this?”
“Ah, it’s fine.”
I’m a descendant blessed by Kisomalos, who receives the greatest fortune’s blessing. As I raced through the minefield, the mines behind us detonated in sequence. When we passed through cleanly without a single direct hit on the vehicle, Kirke stared at Kisomalos in shock.
“You, with this kind of luck blessing, and you still ended up in that state after your voyage?”
“Well, Hera eventually withdrew her blessing, so what was I supposed to do!”
So this luck—did Kisomalos also receive a blessing from someone else? If I trace it back to its source, perhaps my fortune ultimately comes from the blessing of someone called Hera.

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