Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 197

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Chapter 197. F.O.E Stands for Fxxking Overpowered Enemy (5)
“That stain on the floor… isn’t that the same one we saw earlier?”
Nanakda had noticed it too, gripping my arm tightly as he asked. The guy was genuinely terrified. To be honest, I was scared enough to cling to Nanakda myself.
“But the shape is different.”
“No, it just looks like the original stain has grown a bit larger.”
“Looking at the pattern, doesn’t it seem like something seeped out from inside?”
It had the color of dried blood, so it was strange to think more had leaked out and dried in the meantime… but regardless, we were frightened enough that Nanakda, Kisomalos, and I clung to each other. The brave Croa watched us with a puzzled expression, then attempted to act on his courageous thoughts.
“If we go inside and look, wouldn’t we be able to figure out what it is?”
“What?! No! Don’t do it!”
“No! Croa, no! Don’t open the door!”
“You lunatic! This is exactly the kind of situation where you get hit hard the moment you open the door!”
Still clinging to each other, we rushed over to Croa and urged him to keep moving. After walking for a while and turning another familiar corner, an even larger stain on the floor greeted us.
“What on earth is this?! There must be a reason why it’s doing this to us!”
“Perhaps it would be better to go inside and check?”
No, going inside doesn’t seem like a good idea! Especially since it’s terrifying!
We of Kisomalos, possessing a nature to avoid problems whenever they arise, were about to insist on simply passing by when Nanakda suddenly complained of feeling unwell.
“Wait, actually… I’ve been feeling a bit dizzy since earlier.”
Nanakda collapsed to the floor, his body lacking strength. Concerned, I examined him and noticed his complexion had turned deathly pale, and he seemed to be breaking out in a cold sweat. It looked like symptoms of anemia.
“Now that you mention it, I felt a bit dizzy too.”
I wasn’t as severe as Nanakda, but my head felt slightly heavy. As I thought about where I’d experienced this before, that curse that visited me once a month came to mind.
“Oh! I’m feeling a bit menstrual right now!”
“Descendant! You’re a grown woman—don’t go on about menstruation!”
“What?! Pisha has begun menstruating?!”
For some reason, Croa made a fuss about it. He was going on about how if this were menarche, the entire nation should hold a grand celebration… but wait, I’ve been menstruating for over two years now.
“What are you talking about? She’s been menstruating for over two years.”
“Huh? How did you know that, Nanakda?”
“Oh, if she started at fourteen, that’s a bit late compared to average, so you should get a separate health checkup.”
“Hey, how did you know that?”
I grabbed Nanakda by the collar and shook him roughly, when Kisomalos suddenly let out a scream. Oh, you startled me! I almost threw Nanakda!
“Everyone! Look at that!”
Kisomalos was so startled that he unconsciously bleated. I still had Nanakda by the collar as I looked at where Kisomalos was pointing, and the stain on the floor seemed to have diminished slightly.
“Huh? It’s gotten smaller than before?”
“And this looks like… letters?”
“Wait, I think my strength is returning.”
Huh, really? Is Nanakda’s condition deteriorating connected to that dark red stain? If that’s the case, it seems we have no choice but to open the door and check inside.
“So we really have no choice but to look inside?”
“Should I go in first?”
“No, it could be dangerous, so let’s open the door together.”
“Yes! It’s quite a frequent collaborative effort for us!”
Croa and Shirley oddly seemed to like the term “collaborative effort.” I tossed Nanakda onto the floor and grabbed the door handle with Croa. Fortunately, it wasn’t locked, and as I pulled the door open with a creak, the sharp metallic stench of blood wafted out from inside.
“….”
“Oh….”
The interior of the room was surprisingly tidy. The wallpaper was clean, and the bed was neatly made. The one incongruous element was a beautiful glass bottle sitting atop the carpet in the center of the room—and from that bottle, crimson blood was gushing forth in rhythmic spurts.
And across the white carpet, words were written in blood.
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Ugh! Kyah! Uwaaaah!”
Kisomalos and I were clinging to each other and dancing in absolute panic, while Croa—infinitely composed—was sniffing at the bloodstains on the carpet and even daring to taste the crimson liquid from the glass bottle.
“Indeed, this is blood.”
“Ugh! Ugh! Grraaah!”
“Kyaaaaaaah! Meek! Kyaaaah!”
After screaming for what felt like an eternity, I finally composed myself, took a deep breath, and grasped the situation intuitively. According to Croa, a curse specialist, all the dark red stains here were blood. And both Nanakda and I showed signs of anemia, while the carpet bore the words “Liar” written repeatedly.
Surely there was a connection?
“Lies! Nanakda, you’ve been hiding things from us and lying quite a bit, haven’t you? When we talked about menstruation earlier, the stains decreased!”
“Truly, you are my descendant! You become sharp when necessity demands it!”
Of course! I deliberately lower my intelligence in daily life so I can draw upon it when urgent situations arise!
I confessed the truth, then proceeded to pummel Kisomalos’s head repeatedly for forcing me to reveal such an embarrassing fact. In that instant, one of the stains on the floor vanished.
“So it really is connected to lies! Nanakda, hurry and confess everything you’ve been hiding!”
I dragged Nanakda into the room and forced him to his knees in confession. The man began striking the floor and whimpering pitifully before spilling out a shocking revelation.
“The truth is! I’ve installed listening devices in 108 different locations throughout the Princess Palace!”
“I knew you’d do something like this!”
I grabbed Nanakda by the collar and shook him vigorously, and roughly half the bloodstains on the carpet disappeared. It seemed revealing 108 truths had that effect.
“Tell me more! You’re hiding plenty!”
“The truth is! The reconstruction of our house in Ljubljana! I’ve been deliberately extending the construction period!”
“I knew you’d pull something like that too!”
This time I grabbed both his cheeks and stretched them, but strangely, the stains didn’t decrease. Instead, the words “Liar” multiplied several times over.
“You liar!”
“Tell the truth! Do you want to die from blood loss?!”
So Croa, even though you dislike Nanakda, you can’t bear to watch him die? You’re truly a good-hearted child despite everything.
“Whimper!”
Nanakda let out an incredibly aggrieved sound, then reluctantly spilled the truth through tears.
“The truth is…! We haven’t even started construction!”
“What kind of bastard does this?!”
Simultaneously, about ten instances of the word “Liar” vanished in a whoosh. It appeared this was a system that took blood when lies were told and returned it when truth was spoken.
“Wouldn’t it be better to just break that glass bottle and be done with it?”
“Even if we destroy it, we must recover all the blood before we eliminate it.”
We continued interrogating Nanakda, extracting every military secret he’d been hiding and every security vulnerability in the Kisomalos Air Force before shattering the glass bottle into pieces.
“Should be fine now, right? Want to test it with a lie?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Croa approached the broken glass bottle, his face tense as he spoke a falsehood.
“I am not afraid of Father!”
“….”
“….”
“….”
Croa, is Father really that terrifying to you? I mean, sure his personality is a bit rough, but not exactly frightening, is it? He’s fair with rewards and punishments, and if you haven’t done anything wrong, there’s nothing to fear. Did Croa do something wrong to Father?
“There’s no change at all. It seems to be working properly now!”
Right, if Croa was satisfied, then that settled it. With the tension lifted, we all grew a bit tired and decided to rest nearby. The sun still hung in the sky beyond the window, but checking the clock revealed it was already evening.
Pushing ourselves on the first day wasn’t wise, and since locking the door supposedly made the room safe, we decided to stay the night.
“Pisha, there are three beds here!”
“There’s even a bathroom! And hot water comes out!”
For a Maze, this place is remarkably comfortable! We chose our room, locked the door, and dove onto the beds. After resting a bit, Croa went searching for the kitchen, saying he’d try cooking with the dried rations, while Nanakda headed to the bathroom to wash up.
“Mmm….”
All that walking had left me exhausted. I didn’t resist the drowsiness creeping in and drifted into a light sleep. As I was dozing, I heard a knock—knock—knock, and it seemed Nanakda was trying to enter the bedroom.
“Princess Vishnabel, open the door for me.”
Huh? I’m not even changing clothes, he can just come in. I told him to enter, but Nanakda just kept knocking.
“No, I said come in!”
Does he have his hands full? I was about to open the door when Kisomalos let out a loud “Meeeh!” and dragged me toward the other door.
“Hey, hey, descendant! The bathroom is that way! Nanakda went through that door!”
“….”
Then who’s knocking on this door?
“….”
“….”
As Kisomalos and I stared intently at the door, the handle suddenly rattled.
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle, bang! Bang! Rattle-rattle!
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Aaaah! No! I hate the Labyrinth! Monsters come out! I’d rather monsters came out! Why is only this showing up!”
Half-crying, I clung tightly to Kisomalos, and from beyond the door came a “Tsk!” sound before the presence vanished. I wailed loudly as I searched for Nanakda and Croa.

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