Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 202

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Chapter 202. Embracing Light and Shadow (3)
“You said you’d supply us with healing spirit stones! But you only stopped the bleeding and bandaged it! The blood kept flowing, and I was terrified! I thought I was going to bleed out and be turned into a dish!”
“I’m going to get muscle soreness from sitting in the car for so long.”
“Nothing happened to me. Because nothing happened, you see. If people make the effort, they can even erase their memories.”
For the record, Nanakda wasn’t present. He’d gone off to vomit, saying he was exhausted, disgusted, and tired of life. And Father had also stepped away briefly. He’d gone to vomit because he was laughing too hard watching Nanakda and Croa wailing.
“Pisha, water here!”
“Yes….”
“Did you find anything useful?”
I drank the water my Aunt brought and gripped the Chief Chamberlain’s hand tightly. My body was still trembling uncontrollably. Never again. I’m never riding in Shirley’s car again.
“We probably can’t move forward without Kirke. And if possible, Lorowi too.”
“Huh? Lorowi as well?”
“Yes.”
About detaching and reattaching emotions or sense of self from a person—I remembered hearing about that somewhere, and it turned out Lorowi had done something like that.
Thinking Lorowi might be involved in this incident too, I asked my Aunt to summon them. She quickly said she’d go to the Empress Palace and back, transforming a fancy fountain pen into a broomstick before flying off on it. That magical girl item Kirke gave her—she’d said it was embarrassing at first, but look at her now, using it so effectively. As long as my Aunt is satisfied, that’s enough.
“Kirke went to the Heavenly Realm for a moment… I’ll bring the body.”
“Okay.”
The body—that must be it, right? The doll’s body? Just the shell remaining. It’s going to look creepy. Kirke needs to return during transport.
I prayed to Kisomalos in the Heavenly Realm, but Kirke’s shell was carried in by Palace Attendants, dangling limply. One eye closed, the other wide open as if about to spill out—it was grotesque.
“Ugh!”
“Your Highness, that’s unbecoming of a Princess. Will you make such sounds when you see unfamiliar customs in the Western Federation?”
“Ugh! Nagging Chamberlain!”
I prayed to Kisomalos that I wouldn’t have to go on diplomatic missions to the 16 Allied Nations while I was alive. Perhaps the prayer was answered, because Kirke descended to the Mortal Realm from above, lipstick in hand, and pursed her lips.
“I heard the story! You need to call Lorowi and Media too, right?”
Kirke said she’d beaten up Pygmalion, who’d created her Mortal Realm descent body, and extorted a set of disposable descent dolls from him. Kisomalos said he’d also make something for descent and bring it. Did he visit Pygmalion?
“Kirke Mystic Power!”
So she has to shout that every time. It was exciting the first time I saw it, but now I’m tired of it. Is there no fast-forward function?
As Kirke cast magic mystically, trailing starlight, a miniature Alchemy Workshop and a doll resembling Media appeared with a pop. Wow! This looks like a factory-made doll, but it really does resemble Media!
“But there’s no doll for Lorowi?”
“Ah, that one has difficult descent conditions.”
Now that I think about it, Lorowi could only ever be seen in the Alchemy Workshop, right? Media could appear anywhere as long as divine power was paid.
“Wow, a real mini alchemy furnace? This is fun.”
“Oh! Lorowi!”
“Successor-in-waiting! How have you been?”
Well, I’m not the successor-in-waiting, I keep telling you. But this person really doesn’t seem interested in my Aunt at all. Even though a descendant bearing their name might be transferred to Kirke, don’t people usually object or dislike that?
“Ugh! Anyway, whenever I get involved with that bastard, nothing but troublesome things happen!”
Media had also descended into a doll form. Father and Nanakda seemed to be returning after vomiting, and my Aunt was flying in on the broomstick. Now we could probably move on to the main discussion.
“Then! Let me explain the story so far!”
I grabbed Nanakda with my left hand and Croa with my right, and explained what happened in the Labyrinth with gestures and movements. When necessary, the three of us took turns playing props and acting out monsters, even mimicking lovers running happily across the White Sand Beach, and we were amazed at how perfectly our timing meshed. Why? Was it because we suffered together in the Labyrinth?
“Don’t those three look like they could perform on stage right now?”
“Indeed. Especially Pisha has really polished her acting skills.”
Oh, really? Actually, I’ve been inviting the Count’s daughter from the Stage Guild occasionally to receive guidance. Theater is about experiencing another person’s life, so it’s like setting down the burden of being a Princess, you know? It relieves stress and makes for a wonderful hobby.
Anyway, for the finale, I mimicked Kisomalos as a mid-tier deity and struck a beautiful ascending pose, and Croa and Nanakda lifted me high to crown the climax.
As our story concluded and we caught our breath, the audience applauded and called for an encore.
“Huff, huff—but I don’t have the energy for an encore!”
Still, I was grateful they enjoyed it so much! I held hands with Croa and Nanakda and bowed to the audience. While everyone was delighted, only the three goddesses wore deep frowns.
“Wait, that separation method—that’s Lorowi-style alchemy, isn’t it?”
“My emotions and self were separated? And on top of that, she was telling Jason to grab me?!”
“If we synthesize what Kisomalos said, then I commissioned Medeia to cause Helga’s natural death, and Medeia commissioned Lorowi to separate self from emotion?”
So that’s how it happened? Then Medeia must have been frustrated when the Princes of Media were chasing Grandmother Helga, and when she later tried to kill her, that memory surfaced and she acted on it—or perhaps she learned of Lorowi’s abilities and requested the self-separation.
“When you separated Yupi Grandmother and Lulu, you placed them in a seal vessel. Didn’t you store Medeia’s separated parts separately?”
“No, that’s the correct procedure.”
Lorowi glanced at Medeia, then shrugged and offered the opinion that her own power must have been insufficient.
“There are scarcely any vessels capable of sealing a deity, are there?”
Indeed, Medeia wasn’t just any deity—before and after the regression, she remained a mid-tier god with formidable divine rank. I couldn’t fathom what divine artifact could be powerful enough to contain even a fragment of her.
“Hmm?”
Wait. Now that I think about it, wasn’t Medeia confined to a specific space? A space within the Labyrinth that didn’t exist in its original design. The space protected by the power of Hecate.
“Oh, what if Medeia didn’t create that space in the Labyrinth of her own volition, but was instead sealed in a space created by Kirke or Medeia’s power? That would make sense, wouldn’t it?”
Besides, creating such a concrete space with sky and sea—a curse alone has its limits, doesn’t it? We experienced something truly magical and entered a space that shouldn’t exist by design. As the creator of that space, Kirke, being a sorceress, is far more fitting.
“So then, Medeia decided to separate her self and emotions.”
“And Lorowi performed the separation through alchemy?”
“And I sealed my niece’s self in the space I created?”
As Medeia’s descendant and Lorowi’s descendant spoke in turn, Kirke nodded, acknowledging that possibility.
“I see. Then it’s explained. Since the Labyrinth transcends spacetime, even after one regression, Medeia’s emotions and self wouldn’t return to the main body and could remain there.”
This echoes what happened with Kisomalos remaining in a state of lost memory. Unbound by spacetime, he couldn’t return to where he should have gone and remained there instead.
“But there’s something I’m still confused about. I understand that Medeia and Medeia were separated, and Medeia was sealed there.”
I raised my hand slightly and asked what puzzled me.
“But that Jason, who was part of Kisomalos—why was he there in the first place?”
Did Kisomalos separate his self so Jason could live happily even sealed with Medeia? No, that doesn’t match his nature—he’s not a deity who would sacrifice for others. As I harbored doubts, a fluffy golden lamb figurine suddenly fell from the sky with a thud.
“I remember everything now! You damned goddesses! I remember it all!”
Huh, is that Kisomalos? Descending to the Mortal Realm through the golden lamb figurine, Kisomalos raged furiously at the goddesses.
“The separated Medeia kept demanding I return Jason, throwing tantrums! You told me to be patient, to stay with her until she calmed down, and then you buried me in the Labyrinth as a stopgap!”
So Kisomalos’s abduction was a collaborative effort of the three goddesses? And hearing this far, given their personalities, I could make an educated guess about what happened next.
“You said you’d let me out soon! But all three of you forgot! Nobody came looking for me!”
Ah… I had a feeling that would be the case.

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