Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 2

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Chapter 02. Regression (2)
“Your Majesty, did you cough? What a fine morning it is.”
The moment I stirred and began to rise, the attendants rushed forward in a flurry to assist me.
It was my habit to drink a bowl of cold water each morning to clear my mind, so I naturally accepted the water bowl and took a sip—only to spit it out with a gag.
“Insane! Are you trying to poison me?”
Who dares! What insolent wretch would attempt to poison me!
They must be absolutely desperate to die!
Rage coursed through me as I shouted with a lisp, and from all around came the sound of bodies dropping to their knees.
Strange. Whenever the children knelt carelessly, I made sure to give them knee guards so they wouldn’t damage their joints.
Why does the sound of bare bone striking the floor echo so harshly?
“Forgive us, Your Majesty, but you must drink the antidote to dispel the paralysis quickly!”
“Your Majesty, though you are surely angered by that wretched woman’s doing, you must take the medicine!”
“We have prepared candy, Your Majesty. Your favorite strawberry-flavored sweets! Please refresh your palate with these.”
Poison? Not an assassination attempt?
Now that I think of it, long ago, one of the Emperor’s passing women—relying solely on his favor—had once fed me a paralysis drug.
That woman was later beheaded, but for about two years she had to live speaking like a bird with her tongue still paralyzed.
“Emily.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. My name is Emily from today onward.”
“What is today’s date?”
“The 3rd of the 11th month, Your Majesty.”
“And the year?”
“The year 8173 of the Narak Calendar, Your Majesty.”
Exactly sixteen years before the day I was quartered. Just as Kisomalos said.
I never thought it was a dream, but… I wish it had been.
If all of that was real, then I must elevate Kisomalos’s divine rank to that of a superior deity by the time I turn twenty-one.
And this is merely a hypothesis, but the forced execution of that debt default could very well be the act of my own quartering. In other words, if I’m unlucky, I may be condemned to eternally repeat dying and reviving on the day of my execution.
I gazed down at my pathetically small hands and feet once more.
Small hands, small feet. What could I possibly accomplish with this tiny body?
Besides, sixteen years ago would make me five years old, wouldn’t it?
“Huh… I’m five.”
“Indeed, Your Majesty. You are five years old this year!”
“As expected of your brilliance!”
Yes, I know I’m brilliant, so let’s leave it at that.
I raised my stubby little arm to silence the attendants and hastily commanded what was most urgent.
“I shall drink the medicine!”
“At once, Your Majesty!”
“We shall bring fresh medicine immediately!”
“What wisdom, Your Majesty! With your brilliance, the future of the Empire shines bright!”
Fine. The Empire may have fallen once, but my wisdom is undeniable.
In a world where divine power and divine rank are everything, the fact that the Emperor’s Child and I died so easily meant our house had reached the end of its mandate.
It’s certainly absurd that such a lofty divine status crumbled to nothing in a single generation.
Now that I think about it, there was all that fuss about Kisomalos being imprisoned or something.
Restoring his divine status is one thing, but preventing the disappearance of our household god also seems to be my responsibility. Later, I’ll need to pay the remaining balance and have him rescued from Takkapo, but if he goes missing, everything falls apart.
Still, I can’t feel any divine power at all right now….
‘He hasn’t been captured somewhere already, has he?’
Or perhaps he exhausted all his divine power rewinding time, so his presence is undetectable?
In any case, I know the situation, so I can remain calm, but thinking of the Emperor’s Child losing his divine power without understanding what happened and feeling devastated—that was rather satisfying.
“Alright.”
I made my decision.
To restore Kisomalos’s divine status, I need to increase the number of people who follow me.
Just as Naxen’s divine status rises with each fortune accumulated through its continental casino chains, and the God of Media grows more powerful with each curse and curse-bearer, Kisomalos’s strength increases in proportion to the talented individuals he possesses.
But I’m just a powerless five-year-old. My options are limited.
And didn’t Kisomalos say something like this? That his divine status shines brightest the more he lives miserably as human garbage.
“Right then, let’s live miserably.”
If his divine status shines the more miserably he lives, then doesn’t that mean the more like garbage I act, the more people will gather around me to take care of things?
Excellent talent directly translates to divine power.
Since things have come to this, I might as well have fun before I die.
With that thought, I drank the antidote refreshingly and pulled the blanket over myself again. I had just woken up this morning, yet here I was going back to sleep—something unimaginable in my previous life.
They should have told me earlier that living miserably is the way to go.
Then I would have lived like garbage from birth, just like that Emperor bastard.

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I woke only when the sun reached its zenith, and finding nothing to do, I merely counted the patterns on the ceiling.
My name is Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos.
Five years old—an age so precious you wouldn’t hurt it even if it were in your eye. Yesterday I was executed by quartering, and starting today, I’ve decided to live miserably.
But having no experience living miserably, I couldn’t figure out what on earth I should do.
Just a week ago, I was drinking tonics and processing refunds for things the Emperor’s Child’s lover had bought. Now that I’m five years old, there’s no way I’d have such authority.
What did I used to do back then….
Around five years old, so… I think I studied, at least.
“Not anymore.”
Since I’ve decided to live miserably, I won’t study. So I should fire the tutors first.
Is this when I’m supposed to visit the Imperial Family’s steward?
“Attendants!”
At my call, Emily and the other maids entered. I declared that I would go to the steward’s office. The maids said they would prepare wash water immediately, but I solemnly refused.
“No washing!”
Since I’ve decided to live miserably, I don’t wash up in the morning.
How delinquent of me.
Going outside without grooming myself—it was something I’d never done before.

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I ran my fingers through my proud platinum blonde hair, carelessly wiped away the sleep from my eyes—beautiful as polished pink diamonds—and led Emily forward down the corridor.
I had no idea where the Imperial Family’s steward was hiding, but as we walked, Emily would surely guide me left or right as needed.
After wandering for a while, I grew weary near the edges of the Imperial Palace Courtyard. I was about to rest for a moment when I spotted something magnificent before my eyes.
No, could it be… that very thing I had dreamed of so long ago?
“Oh my goodness! The elephant slide!”
I had desperately wanted to try this, but I never got the chance because I had to maintain my dignity!
I let out a shriek and bounded toward the slide with thundering footsteps. The Imperial Palace had watchful eyes both day and night, and because of them, I had never once dared to ride it. The sole legitimate heir of the Imperial Family could not afford such shameless behavior.
But now that I had decided to live recklessly, I could ride it. This was all part of the path to restoring Kisomalos’s divine status.
“Your Majesty, it is dangerous!”
“Your Majesty! There are many eyes watching!”
It’s fine. I’ve only heard rumors, but they say people who live recklessly don’t care about others’ gazes.
This slide was not merely an ordinary slide—it was a long one standing five meters high. According to the rumors I’d heard, it offered tremendous thrills.
“Whoooosh!”
Oh, I’m sliding.
As my body descended, I raised my hands and shrieked with delight. The wind was absolutely exhilarating.
I picked up speed, and at the end I couldn’t stop, tumbling across the ground—but I suffered no serious injuries.
“That was so much fun!”
I’m thrilled. I have to do it again.
I haven’t done any work or studying today, but I could ride this all day and still be entertained.
I climbed back onto the elephant slide and whooshed down again. After doing this dozens of times, something small came rolling from somewhere.
“Hey!”
What is this brat? How dare you speak to me informally?
“Get down! That’s what my dad bought for me!”
“Your dad?”
“You’re dead! My dad is the Emperor!”
Ah, I see. I thought you were stupid, but you’re the Emperor’s Child.

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