Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195. F.O.E Stands for Fxxking Overpowered Enemy (3)
“First, Kisomalos absolutely must come with us.”
“I’m worried about sending him alone, so I’ll go too. After all, I’m Kisomalos’s descendant!”
“If Pisha goes, won’t our combined combat power become too overwhelming?”
Choco spoke casually, yet her voice rang out crystal clear. She continued the conversation as if standing right beside us.
In any case, Choco had a point—since I was going, it seemed necessary to lower our average combat strength. But I couldn’t take someone incapable of handling emergencies, the Head Attendant Grandmother was elderly and frail, Father was far too powerful… and so on.
“Well, if all goes well, wouldn’t my physical condition without using tricks contribute to our combat power?”
Oh, so Croa, you can’t walk without your inline skates? Of course, if that were the case, it would be ideal, but life has taught me that things rarely unfold as smoothly as we’d like.
“What? If Croa’s going, then I’m coming too!”
Shirley, who couldn’t bear the thought of Croa and me being alone together, was trying to force her way in.
Well, Shirley and Croa were roughly evenly matched, so the average would probably drop. But what if intelligence counts as combat power too? Fighting requires strategy, after all.
“Hmph, it seems my moment has arrived.”
Just then, Nanakda appeared—an uninvited guest to our tea party. He arrived with five subordinates and confidently advertised his own weakness.
“I’m weak! Honestly, I’m confident I’d lose even if that guy couldn’t walk!”
Hmm… Croa moves surprisingly fast even with the gear. Nanakda is weak, but if push comes to shove, Grant would probably use his divine power to save him anyway, making him closer to the talent I needed.
“Alright, Nanakda comes with me!”
“An excellent choice!”
So the confirmed members are Kisomalos, me, and Nanakda—three people total? Since going in larger numbers wouldn’t necessarily improve our situation, departing as we are should be fine.
As I made this assertion, Father said he was worried about sending the youngsters alone.
Then Croa raised his hand sharply.
“Father! If you choose me, even if we’re completely annihilated, I swear I will definitely bring Pisha back alive!”
“Hmm…”
“If you don’t trust me, you can place a curse on me beforehand!”
“Very well. Once you make contact with Media, rendezvous with them.”
“Yes, sir!”
So we’re going as four? It looks like the number will swell to five soon enough.
“Father, me too! I want to go as well!”
I knew Shirley would volunteer to follow. As she raised her hands eagerly, declaring she’d head to the Labyrinth, Father unexpectedly shook his head.
“If you die, Leon will weep, and Achilles will weep. I forbid it.”
“No, I won’t die! Even if everyone else dies, I’ll make sure to bring Pisha and Kisomalos back safely, so why are you like this?!”
“No. I’ll hear complaints from Chiron.”
Father was subtly protective of Shirley. From what I hear, Chiron also cares deeply for both Shirley and Achilles.
Shirley threw herself on the ground and wailed dramatically, but Father didn’t budge an inch and had the attendants prepare our supplies for the Labyrinth.
“I have more to discuss with Kirke. Everyone, prepare thoroughly.”
Huh, Father and Kirke alone with more to talk about? What kind of consultation is this?
Father respectfully asked if there was something he wished to learn, seeking her guidance, and Kirke readily agreed. Then Father glanced at Croa and sent a military hand signal.
Let me see, that hand gesture clearly means… permission granted, covertly, handle it.
“Gasp! Father, thank you!”
Father chuckled and waved his hand. What was that about? How did Croa understand the meaning just from that gesture?
“Do I look like I’ll die easily?”
“People who fall into my hands don’t usually die easily.”
So Nanakda understood Father’s hand signals too? Wow, I really need to overhaul the entire Kisomalos Forces signaling system. Though knowing that guy, he’ll probably figure out the new one anyway.

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Morning broke on the day we headed toward the Labyrinth. Since it was ambiguous whether “combat power” referred purely to physical ability or included equipment bonuses, everyone armed themselves with firearms just in case. Nanakda was weak, so he couldn’t carry anything heavy, of course.
“Cult Leader, if fighting breaks out, you must flee without hesitation.”
“Fleeing isn’t losing. If you survive, you win!”
“But why did you insist on coming in the first place…”
“Well, when you care about someone, isn’t it natural you can’t back down?”
“Hey, that’s a forbidden topic.”
Nanakda’s five subordinates are fussing again. We have no intention of letting him fight anyway and will protect him as much as possible, so I don’t know why they’re so worried.
“Father, all the preparatory curses are complete!”
“Regarding Former Empress Helga’s death, does Media have anything else to say?”
“They glossed over it and want to just ride along with the current situation, apparently?”
“I’ll settle accounts with them someday, without fail.”
Now that I think about it, Father was Former Empress Helga’s retainer, wasn’t he? During his first campaign, he was taken prisoner, and Grandmother paid a fortune to get him back. They must have had quite an affectionate relationship.
“Leon! Say ‘Mother, please don’t go!’ Go on, say it!”
“Mother, have a safe trip.”
“Alright! Travel well!”
Oh, our Leon is so precious. I hugged Leon, who prioritizes my feelings over Shirley’s, and cooed over how adorable he was, then said goodbye to Father, Choco, and the Chief Chamberlain.
“Father! Choco! Madam Listo! I’ll be back!”
“Just don’t get hurt.”
“When you return, please tell us all about the Labyrinth!”
“Be sure to brush your teeth after meals! I heard the physician mention it the other day—you have three teeth that are on the verge of cavities!”
Noisy old busybody!
I covered my ears and ran toward Kirke Grandmother. I thought it would be really helpful if she’d just hand over that Odysseus ship she made last time for crossing the sea. When I asked for help with a sheepish grin, Grandmother looked at me with pity and explained what kind of magic that spell was.
“You’re saying it’s single-use? What do I do on the way back?”
“Well…”
“Please don’t let it show that you’re an airhead, descendant.”
Oh come on, and you’re calling me an airhead when you’re the biggest one!
When I grabbed Kisomalos’s horns and started rodeo-ing, Kirke proudly presented my Aunt in her magical girl form and boasted about her promising successor.
“But my promising successor can do something to help you!”
“Wow, I never thought the day would come when I could do something like this for Pisha.”
My Aunt twirled her staff, drew a magic circle, and bestowed a magical blessing upon me.
“May magical protection be upon Pisha! Motion sickness, farewell!”
Ohhh, so now I won’t get motion sickness even on airships? I asked excitedly, and Kirke said this magic was also single-use and would only work one way. So I’d have to deal with motion sickness on the way home.
“But Aunt too? Really?”
Who else has ever given me a blessing? When I asked out of curiosity, my Aunt looked startled and told me a story from the past.
“When we invaded Ljubljana, Mother made a motion sickness prevention charm to take with her, saying Pisha got terribly motion sick.”
Huh? Wasn’t that the kind of thing that just made me less motion sick on military airships? Well, of course, when Maternal Grandmother didn’t accompany me, the motion sickness did stop once I entered enemy territory.
“Hmmm, well now….”
Is this the power of affection level 1? No, if I only show affection twice more, that old woman will save my life too.
“Pisha, let’s go quickly!”
“Hey! We’ll arrive right at lunchtime! My subordinates packed me a picnic lunch!”
Croa and Nanakda called out to me as they boarded the airship. I gave a proper goodbye to the Imperial Palace family and boarded the airship with the golden sheep.
A few minutes after takeoff, I could feel the power of magic—I didn’t get nauseous at all. No dizziness, no queasiness from the speed. Magic is the best.
After my advance to Ljubljana, I enjoyed my first nausea-free airship journey, and about three hours later, I arrived at Crete Island. I’d been imagining the Labyrinth as just a complicated maze garden, but there stood an absurdly massive building right in the center of the island.
This is insane. Does the Labyrinth require consideration of the z-axis in addition to the x and y axes?
“This might take longer than I thought. There would need to be a place to resupply provisions.”
“I just figured your golden sheep was too stupid to find the way. But this is definitely enormous.”
“Hey, you bastard! Why are you being so subtly blasphemous?!”
“I said the golden sheep, not Kisomalos.”
Just how much does that bastard Nanakda know about my situation? He even knows that Merton is Kisomalos? Did he plant a listening device in the Princess Palace?
I set aside my suspicions for now and descended from the landed airship. At the entrance of the Labyrinth, a woman who appeared to be Kirke’s niece had come to greet us.
“I heard about you from my aunt! My name is Ariadne!”
She’s wearing our country’s traditional clothing too. So fate really does exist.

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