Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 200

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Chapter 200. Embracing Light and Shadow (1)
“Jumping down seems dangerous.”
“Is there any space to climb down through?”
Croa and I felt around the edges of the gaping hole, but no matter how much we groped, we only grasped empty air.
“Could it be a warp hole? Connected to another dimension?”
“Should we throw Kisomalos in to test it?”
“Hey! Why me of all people?!”
But he’s a deity, so a sudden environmental change wouldn’t kill him, right? Though if we threw him into outer space, he’d definitely die.
“Descendant, without me, you don’t exist! Please treasure me!”
“Well, somehow I’ve ended up with many deities wanting to take me under their wing, and that contract with the foreign deity seems like it could be resolved if I consult with Kirke. As long as I’m alive, things should work out regardless, right?”
“You trash!”
If Kisomalos hadn’t lived like trash, wouldn’t I have avoided becoming trash myself? I responded appropriately and pulled a sturdy rope from my backpack. I’d tie Kisomalos with this, then dip him into the hole and pull him back out.
Baaah!
“Stop right there, Kisomalos!”
Why does he thrash about so wildly when the Labyrinth transforms?! I threw myself forward and grabbed the golden ram’s hind legs, tumbling across the ground. After binding his legs securely to prevent resistance, I was about to wrap his torso when the surprisingly clever Nanakda appeared with the moon ornament.
“This thing. There was that huge explosion, but it’s strange that this is intact, isn’t it?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, descendant! Let’s examine that first!”
I left Kisomalos with only his feet loosely bound and went to Nanakda. The moon ornament really didn’t have a single scratch on it. What on earth was it made from?
“Could it be some incredibly hard alloy?”
“For something like that, isn’t it too light? It’s even carved with bumps like the lunar surface, but what material was used to process it?”
No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t seem to be made in the Mortal Realm. If it was a mysterious object made somewhere other than the Mortal Realm, then it could only be from the Heavenly Realm, right?
“Should I try channeling divine power into it?”
“I discovered it and tried using divine power just in case, but there was no reaction.”
Hmm, really? Then what is this thing actually for? Is it just a hard moon fragment for no reason?
“Baaah, wait a moment—isn’t this a crossroads?”
“Huh? Oh, you’re right?”
“Intersection… moon?”
Kisomalos looked at the moon ornament, then gazed out the window with a serious expression.
“Daylight? And.”
This time he looked into the hole and made a peculiar sound.
“Nighttime?”
Oh, I could see how that could be a metaphor for night. The Estate had continuous daylight, so could the inside of this be filled with night?
“It’s Hecate! All of this is Hecate’s symbol!”
“Who is Hecate?”
“Medeia and Kirke were priestesses of Hecate—in simple terms! Kirke and Medeia’s teacher of magic and sorcery!”
“Wow!”
So this Hecate must be a complete deity, as Kirke had mentioned. Using both magic and curses—it doesn’t seem like something a human could do.
“Then my divine power, being Medeia’s descendant, should respond to it!”
It would have been a disaster if I hadn’t brought Croa to the Labyrinth. I handed the moon ornament to Croa and observed the situation. As Croa channeled divine power, the full moon began to glow, floating above the dark hole and casting a shadow of the moon.
“Oh! Stairs!”
“Wow, when I touched it earlier, there was nothing there.”
I wondered if it might be an illusion, so I threw Kisomalos forward first. Fortunately, the stairs were solid—Kisomalos bleated “Meeeeh!” as he tumbled down them.
“Let’s go! They’re real stairs!”
I stomped down the stairs with my feet, and Nanakda and Croa followed close behind me.
“Even if he’s an ancestral deity, is it really okay to throw him around like that?”
“It’s fine. Kisomalos deserves it.”
Croa had a point. Kisomalos deserved whatever came his way—after all, this deity had caused me no end of suffering, and Medeia had endured her own trials because of him. From our perspective, he had it coming.
But Nanakda seemed to be experiencing some cultural shock. He descended the stairs while loudly confessing his irreverence, chanting prayers the whole way. Once his incantations ended, the stairs did too, and we witnessed something extraordinary.
A moon ornament floated upward into the sky, and now two moons hung above our heads. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, the surrounding landscape had transformed into a beach, complete with what looked like a shipwreck. In the distance, on a moonlit shore, I could see a couple playing tag, laughing with “Ufufu” and “Ahaha.”
“Ufufu, Jason, try to catch me!”
“Ahaha! Medeia, stop right there!”
What was this? And didn’t that man look exactly like Kisomalos? The woman too—she looked like Medeia, just younger with a different hairstyle.
“Oh!”
“Whoa!”
Kisomalos had noticed it too, his eyes widening at the sight of a man who looked identical to him. The man called Jason, upon seeing the golden ram, was startled and then… he began to cry.
“Waaahhh! Finally! Finally I can end this nightmare!”
The golden-haired Jason, who had been chasing the woman, changed direction and threw himself at Kisomalos. When their bodies touched, a brilliant flash erupted. The man called Jason was absorbed into the golden ram’s body, leaving behind these words:
“No more playing along with your rhythm! Farewell, you cursed witch!”
The golden ram, now fused with the blond man, tripled in size. As its body expanded, its radiance intensified threefold. Kisomalos cycled through an astonishing array of expressions in a brief moment, then his face darkened and he flattened himself against the ground.
“Children, get on! We need to leave here, now!”
“Huh?”
“Right now?!”
“J-just get on!”
He sounded urgent, so I did as instructed. I grabbed Nanakda and Croa and climbed onto the golden ram’s back, gripping its fleece tightly. To my amazement, the deity bounded into the sky.
“Wow! Kisomalos, where did you learn to do this!”
“Hey, I just jumped two divine ranks! I’m now an Intermediate Deity Kisomalos!”
Really?! But why so suddenly? Wait—could it be that the blond-haired man called Jason was the lost memories and sense of self that Kisomalos had been missing?!
“You! You lot! Give back Jason!”
“Meeeek! Kyaaaa!”
What was happening? Thanks to the flying golden ram, we’d escaped the dark Night Realm, but the problem was that the woman called Medeia had also escaped from it.
“What do we do? Should I use the Bluetooth thread now? Now?!”
“What choice do we have?!”
“But if that woman escapes with us, what then?!”
That was exactly why I was hesitating!
I urged Kisomalos to go faster, and the golden ram, now radiating rainbow light, shouted “Booster on!”
“Woooah!”
We surged forward at full speed and returned to a space filled with countless pillars. As we rushed through, I resisted the wind and pulled out the Bluetooth thread, tugging the invisible strand three times.
“Wack!”
“Uahhh! Kisomalos, stop! We’re out now!”
I calmed the golden ram as it bolted out of the Labyrinth, making soothing sounds while stroking Kisomalos, then dismounted. Now that his memories had returned, it was time to ask what on earth had happened when our country fell to ruin.
“You’ve recovered all your memories, haven’t you? Who exactly imprisoned Kisomalos?”
“Medeia! The culprit was Medeia!”
Medeia? That’s a similar name to Media—are they relatives or something?
“Oh, you misunderstand! Media certainly dislikes Kisomalos, but we’ve settled all past grievances, and there are no lingering feelings between them now!”
“No lingering feelings! That’s precisely the reason!”
The golden ram made a popping sound and transformed into a handsome blond man. Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Kisomalos in his human form. Now that he’d become an intermediate deity, it seemed he had enough divine power to maintain his human appearance.
Our handsome ancestor deity tore at his hair and brought up Grandmother Helga.
“The Princes of Media stripped everything from my Helga—her liver, her gallbladder, everything. Watching her suffer in agony, Medeia could no longer…!”
Could no longer what?! Don’t you dare leave me hanging and reveal it in the next chapter—spit it out already!
As I pressed him, Kisomalos poured out his anguish as if coughing blood.
“She severed the emotions and existence of the time when she loved me from her true self!”
Ah… light and shadow, and another self.

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