Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 193

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Chapter 193. F.O.E Stands for Fxxking Overpowered Enemy (1)
We blazed through military installations heading ever southward, and just as we were running out of facilities to destroy, we began to tremble with dread.
“Don’t you dare say anything to Father!”
“Please, this time I must not perish!”
“Honestly, Chiron’s reasonable enough that I’m fine with him! It’s Croa I’m terrified of!”
Ah yes, Croa is frightening too. Good grief, what am I going to do? I’m only staying away from the Imperial Palace for exactly one month before returning, so there’s absolutely no way I can handle the aftermath.
Kirke interjected into our conversation.
“Croa resembles Media enough that he’ll calm down if you appease him properly. But Chiron… no, Chiron over there—I do worry about him. Considering he’s the descendant of that vicious deity who endured days even after being struck by Hydra venom…”
“Hydra venom?”
What’s that? It’s a creature that doesn’t exist in the Mortal Realm, but does the poison cause great suffering?
“Right. He was originally immortal and couldn’t die, but when struck by Hydra venom, the pain is excruciating, yes? Yet throughout enduring it, his reason remained intact, and he even devised a way to escape the agony by surrendering his immortality.”
Even in pain severe enough to kill, the fact that he remained rational and composed is certainly like Father. But I couldn’t precisely gauge the toxicity of Hydra venom. As Choco and I exchanged confused glances, Kirke explained the toxicity in terms we could understand from the Mortal Realm.
“Do you know what glyphosate is?”
“Oh, we know! It’s herbicide!”
“When ingested, it causes pulmonary fibrosis, right? It’s extremely agonizing, and no matter how much you breathe, oxygen never reaches your lungs—people say they’d rather die.”
“He endured that state for days and even spoke.”
“Eeeek!”
“He’s a monster!”
Father is a Prisoner, but Chiron, who becomes an ancestral deity, is no ordinary being. I trembled imagining what punishment I might receive from that vicious god’s descendant.
“Once we finish this, the request from Xerxes will be complete. We can head straight to Kisomalos.”
“Eeeek! Please wait just a moment!”
“There are nomadic tribes right next to us! If we go, we can even try horseback riding!”
“I want to get a sheep friend!”
Right! Since Kisomalos is a sheep, I want to get him a sheep friend! I thought about it when I was kidnapped by bandits as a child, you know? There are lots of sheep here, so it would be perfect for making Kisomalos a friend!
Choco was also enthusiastically eager to experience nomadic life, recalling those days, when Kirke pulled me aside and whispered.
“That Tick-Tock is different from me, so he must have demanded a steep price. He didn’t just transfer divine power and rewind time, did he?”
“Eeeek!”
What? Kirke doesn’t make such demands even when rewinding time? Ah, wait! If Kisomalos wants to make a request, ask Kirke instead!
I squeaked and told Grandmother Kirke the fact that only Father and Kisomalos knew. Grandmother sighed as if she’d expected as much, then gazed toward the distant sky where the Heavenly Realm drifted.
“I don’t know how to rewind time while preserving memories, so in a sense he found a good solution, but… he did demand something terribly harsh. Well, those beings have no sense of mortal suffering, so there’s no helping it.”
Grandmother lamented that while the prohibition on malevolent deities was fine, there was no rule against foreign gods, so strange beings had mixed into the Heavenly Realm.
“He caused trouble even in K-452b and was exiled to Earth. What was he thinking trusting such a being… though, there was probably no other method available.”
Despite Grandmother’s complaints, she was still considerate of Kisomalos. Kirke said that since she had become entangled in this knot, she would do her utmost to help—the principle of resolving what one has created.
Thank goodness. I’m truly grateful that Grandmother Kirke is a deity of reason!
“Well then!”
Boom!
Kirke detonated the final military base, and Grandmother swiftly converted her divine power into magical energy.
“Return now. We’ll use the magic circle to go straight back to Aiaia Island, so be careful of magical transportation sickness!”
“Eeeeeek!”
“I’m not ready yet, I must say!”
“Meeeeeh! I’m going to become Mutton stew!”
Uuuuuugh!
This return magic is so dizzyingly awful! Why didn’t anyone warn me about this beforehand?!
One moment we were in the middle of the desert, and the next we’d been whisked away to a lush, verdant uninhabited island. Kisomalos and I immediately buried our faces in the surrounding vegetation and emptied our stomachs. Yet somehow Choco stood there perfectly fine. That fearless girl terrified me.
“Hmm, you seem unaffected?”
“Oh, I’m generally fine with most things—just not heights, if you please.”
“Hm, well then, a sailor ought to endure at least this much.”
Grandmother, please don’t project your ideal man onto Choco like that!
After thoroughly emptying my stomach, I chewed the mint that Kisomalos was contentedly chewing and spat it out. Ah, my mouth felt refreshed now.
“But how do we get to Kisomalos? We don’t have a ship or an airship. Do we swim across the sea?”
Since this was an uninhabited island with no communication towers, we couldn’t send telegrams either. Honestly, Choco and I were confident we could swim across, but I was worried about Kisomalos and Kirke.
As I pointed this out, Kirke pulled something beautiful from her bosom—a jewel-encrusted lipstick of some kind—and held it high toward the sky.
“Kirke Mystic Power!”
“Ooh!”
“Wow!”
Magic, real magic! This actually feels like magic! For reasons I couldn’t explain, an exhilarating, magical melody rang out as the surrounding trees were swiftly felled and cut into the shape of a sailing ship.
“Complete! The Odysseus, Vessel of the Sea!”
“Wow!”
“Wait, it’s floating?”
It was truly remarkable. Following Grandmother Kirke’s guidance, we boarded the sailing ship, and as she twirled the lipstick, the vessel lifted off and a strong wind swept in from nowhere.
“This is incredibly fast!”
“We’ll reach Kisomalos in no time, if I may say so!”
Wow, this was wonderful. No engine noise like an airship, and the open design meant no motion sickness. This was my first time experiencing such a pleasant aerial journey, so I laughed with delight and savored the speed.
“Grandmother! Could you give this to me?!”
“I’m afraid it’s single-use only!”
“Aw, man!”
So much for that. But if I discussed this with Lorowi, couldn’t we combine it with our current technology to create something similar? Maybe one day I could carry around my own personal flying sailing ship.
After another hour of riding the wind, the capital of Kisomalos came into view, and from the Imperial Palace, they were taking aim to fire missiles at us.
“Father! Faaaather!”
I shouted toward Father, who stood calmly beside the pile of Military Ministry missiles. He raised a telescope and seemed to confirm it was me. From this distance I couldn’t see his mouth, but he appeared to be saying something. Probably “I’m losing my mind.”
We stopped above the Princess Palace and descended slowly. Once Choco, Kisomalos, Kirke, and I had all disembarked, the Odysseus left a trail of starlight and vanished with a pop. Even its disappearance was magical. It was incredible. Mages truly are incredible.
“Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos!”
Aaaah! Father’s absolutely furious!
Father dragged along a group of Imperial Guards, arrested Kisomalos, Choco, and me on the spot, and moved us to the Northern Tower. The three of us were bound together by rope and left dangling from the top of the Northern Tower.

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“Aaahhhhh! Ahhh! Heights terrify me! Aaahhhhh!”
Choco wails like a crow. Dangling from a rope like this was a first for me, but it proved surprisingly bearable. Father wouldn’t kill me, and though my body ached from the awkward position, I just needed to endure another hour.
“Pisha! Isn’t the rope suffocating youuuu?!”
“Should I ask them to loosen it?!”
“I’m fine! And if you loosen the rope, I’ll fall and die, you fool!”
Shirley’s definitely intelligent, yet sometimes she says the most idiotic things.
On the rooftop of the opposite building, Father was hosting a tea party. He and Kirke sat across from each other at a table, conversing. They were likely discussing everything that had happened so far and consulting about what to do moving forward.
“Pishaaaa! Are you alright?! You came back safe and sound, didn’t you?!”
My Aunt had been invited to the tea party as well. As she approached the tea table, Kirke inhaled sharply in surprise, then abruptly stood and began touching Aunt’s body all over.
“Now, now!”
“What? Why are you suddenly touching me?!”
“Don’t you want to become my descendant and turn into a magical girl?!”
My Aunt is thirty-three years old, so she couldn’t possibly become a magical girl.

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