Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 194

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Chapter 194. F.O.E Stands for Fxxking Overpowered Enemy (2)
“Well, I suppose I am young, but calling me a girl is rather… embarrassing.”
“What? How old are you?”
“Thirty-three years old…”
“Isn’t that young?”
Well, you could ask any actual young girl the same thing. After eight thousand years of life, does one’s sense of age become so different? I signaled Aunt to stay quiet, then investigated what it meant to become a magical girl.
“Doesn’t learning magic naturally come with being a descendant? Wouldn’t that make you a mage?”
“Goodness! Someone who just started out isn’t a mage yet. That title is reserved only for the skilled. Young saplings like you should naturally be called magical girls or magical boys.”
Huh, so that’s how the magical world works. Alchemists don’t use terms like “alchemic girl” even for complete beginners.
I pondered for a moment, then made a suggestion to Aunt.
“Why not take this opportunity to switch to being a mage? You clearly have no talent for alchemy anyway.”
“Pisha! I just got the hang of alchemy!”
“People who have grasped the basics typically don’t explode their furnaces ten times a day, or so I’ve heard.”
Aunt grumbled loudly about how mean Pisha was being. Kirke seemed to have picked up on something positive from the conversation, her expression brightening as she reached out to touch Aunt again.
“Why do you keep touching me!”
“Your divine power feels different from usual. Or perhaps you sense something lacking, which is why you use excessive alchemic materials.”
“Huh? What?”
Was there something to this? Aunt’s eyes widened as she recalled her experiences with alchemy.
“That’s right. At first I thought I didn’t have enough, so I kept adding more materials, but nothing worked. Then when I drastically reduced the amount, it actually succeeded.”
“There’s no dissonance when converting divine power into other forms of energy!”
“Other forms of energy? I’m not sure what you mean, but with alchemy I can’t even sense it properly. But with explosive power, it just sticks to my hands.”
“Exactly. Magic is ultimately the conversion of mana into power according to specific rules.”
Oh, I’m not entirely sure, but it seems Aunt’s constitution is naturally suited for magic?
Kirke, brimming with anticipation, waved her hand through the air and produced something like an ornate fountain pen with a flourish. Starlight sparkled as she pulled it out. Is magic always this flashy with effects?
“Now! Take this and shout forth! The magical incantation overflowing from within you!”
“Y-yes?!”
This was going to be so embarrassing. But since Choco and I found it entertaining, we cheered loudly to encourage Aunt. I couldn’t clap since my entire body was bound in rope.
“Here goes! Don’t blame me if I fail!”
Aunt had steeled her resolve. Kazelnu Lorowi drew a pentagram, scattering flames like the tail of a shooting star, and raised the fountain pen high. Kirke hadn’t mentioned drawing a pentagram, so perhaps that too was part of the incantation welling up from within?
“Kazelnu Alchemic Power!”
Even now, she couldn’t let go of alchemy. As Aunt chanted, a bouncing, popping sound echoed from somewhere, and flames engulfed her entire body. She emerged wearing an alchemist’s hat that Lorowi probably owned, an elegant monocle, a billowing white long coat, and finally a long staff.
When the sound effects and music faded, Aunt stood in beautiful attire that blended the essence of both alchemist and mage.
“No, I respect Lorowi, but that cosplay is a bit much!”
Right, her aesthetic is from a different world entirely, so the decorations are a bit over the top. I’ve heard she sometimes shows up wearing winged shoes.
“I prepared a beginner’s grimoire in advance! Try saying ‘Book Open!'”
“Do I really have to say it that way?!”
“Just do it, you brat!”
Kirke was thrilled. After eight thousand years of waiting for a descendant, she’d prepared quite a lot. That outfit doesn’t seem like something designed on the spot either. It’s clear considerable effort went into this. Could she possibly have designed tens of thousands of mage outfits tailored to different descendants’ preferences?
“Ugh! Book Open!”
“Wow!”
“You don’t look like a complete mage at all, Kazelnu!”
“That’s right! Kirke is so skilled that she casts magic effortlessly, but Aunt puts so much care into it that she looks even more like a true mage!”
“Go ahead and unleash a spell you’re proud of!”
As Kirke called out, Aunt raised her finger and stopped the pages of the grimoire that had been fluttering past. Then she drew a magical circle on the ground as if dancing in spirals, and this time thrust her staff forward like a fencer.
“Wind! Bring Pisha to me safely!”
“Ohhh!”
A warm breeze enveloped my body and sliced through the rope with a sharp whistle. For a moment I thought I’d fall, but the wind lifted me gently, and I floated slowly toward Aunt.
“Just as I thought! You have the talent of a mage!”
“I… I did that?”
Wow! Aunt might become the first mage to appear in the Mortal Realm in eight thousand years! I’ve struck gold!
“A-A-A-Auntie♡”
“P-P-Pisha!”
Landing safely on the ground, I moved nimbly and threw myself into Aunt’s arms. She embraced me with emotion, laughing and spinning around with delight.
“This is the first time Pisha has hugged me first!”
“Yes! It’s the first time!”
In all my life, I never thought I’d build connections through a supreme deity on my back. I praised Aunt from every angle with genuine joy. Starting with how especially beautiful she looked today and going all the way to her stubborn nature. As I rattled on like I might even compose a song for her, Aunt’s eyes grew misty and she laughed softly.
“I’ve heard those words so many times my ears have calluses, but hearing them from you feels different.”
Now that I think about it, those persistent birds in prison must have chattered endlessly. But as always, the speaker matters most. Whatever those birds said to Aunt, who had no interest in them, it was just noise.
“Hmm, but the thing is, I can’t officially designate this girl as my successor until I find an apprentice first.”
Ah, that’s right. Kirke mentioned she’d only recently received the task of tracking down a supreme deity from Saint-Germain, didn’t she? Of course, from a Mortal Realm perspective, that’s nearly a lifetime.
“Electra… she might be biased due to family issues. Odysseus would handle it shrewdly, but if he comes here, he’ll get beaten to death because of military matters…”
I keep hearing that Odysseus person’s name frequently. Does he have a close connection with Kirke?
“For now, I’ll take you on as a temporary successor! Think of it as an internship period and practice magic to your heart’s content!”
“What?! To my heart’s content?!”
“Well, for now you can only cast spells from beginner grimoires.”
Even basic magic seems impressive enough. Aunt apparently thought the same, as she bowed repeatedly to Kirke in gratitude.
“Come on, I’m already thrilled just to have found a worthy successor after eight thousand years!”
I should take advantage of this good mood. I nudged Father with my eyes, urging him to do what he does best.
“Congratulations on the adoption arrangement. Now then, I believe we should discuss the main matter.”
“Ah, moving the Labyrinth, right? Let’s do it now!”
Kirke raised her lipstick and went pop! There was a deep rumble from the earth. Wow, if the vibration from the Labyrinth descending on Crete Island could be felt all the way here, it must have easily triggered a tsunami in Media.
“Ahhh! We were planning to start reinforcing the breakwater next year!”
Public works should have been approved earlier. Even if we stamp it in our office, implementation takes anywhere from months to ten years. Croa still has a long way to go.
“Kirke! While you’re being generous, could you teach us how to navigate the Labyrinth?”
“Huh? The Labyrinth? You just keep your right hand on the wall and walk, and you’ll eventually find your way out.”
Hmm… Kisomalos surely didn’t wander through the Labyrinth losing his memories and sense of self just because he didn’t know that. When I asked Kirke for a bit more information about the Labyrinth, she nodded and offered some helpful advice.
“Right, monsters roam there that are slightly stronger than the combined combat power of everyone who enters.”
If that’s the case…
“Hmm…”
“Choco won’t do.”
“That’s true.”
We both turned our gaze toward Choco simultaneously. If a monster even slightly stronger than her emerged, we would be annihilated without any means of resistance.

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