Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 203

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Chapter 203. Embracing Light and Shadow (4)
I knew the rest of that story well enough. After Helga and my Mother died, Helbatro went completely insane, and Kisomalos collapsed entirely. Because Kisomalos was sealed in the Labyrinth, he couldn’t look after his descendants.
Media managed to excise that dark chapter from history, but the circumstances at the time must have been a headache for her. Before my regression, I hadn’t involved myself in Croa’s affairs, so I could only watch helplessly as the descendants persecuted their own legitimate line without lifting a finger.
Lorowi, for his part, must have been frantic with worry—our Mother being Lulu 2.0 and all—wondering what Yupi Grandmother might do if she harbored ill intentions, rushing off to dote on his own child.
As for Kirke, well… she’s a deity with a peculiar sense of time, so maybe she simply forgot and couldn’t remember for a while afterward? That’s purely speculation, though.
“Lorowi, you! You only came looking for me when Kisomalos was in danger, when the fire finally reached your own feet, didn’t you?!”
Though the state of the nation back then was no joke. Chiron was plotting an outright coup d’état, so naturally Lorowi, as the Imperial Family’s in-law, would have been a target for elimination too, right? If Chamberlain and Aunt had protected me and tried to preserve the Kisomalos Royal House, things might have been different, but seeing how they left my Deceased Brother to face execution, that clearly wasn’t the case.
The fact that Chamberlain and Aunt let me disappear like morning dew on the execution grounds meant they intended to use me as bait and slip away somewhere. But our Father wasn’t the type to let that happen so easily. He would have chased them to the ends of the earth and slaughtered every last one of the in-laws. He already had experience fighting and defeating Lorowi in the succession war for the dukedom, after all.
…Now that I think about it again, our Father is really quite remarkable, isn’t he?
“Well, I suppose I do bear some responsibility for this, don’t I?”
“Because you hastily set up some makeshift workshop and separated us! That’s why I’ve been in this state all this time!”
Still, if he carried the pension palanquin all the way to find the Labyrinth, then from Lorowi’s perspective, he did his best… In any case, driven by his own selfishness back then, Lorowi went to rescue Kisomalos to look after his descendants, right? If he’d let me escape entirely, I’d have faced retaliation from Medeia, so he split me into Kisomalos and Jason.
With my memories and sense of self riddled with holes, Kisomalos sought out a way to keep me alive somehow, and that’s when he made a deal with that foreign deity called Tick-Tock.
“….”
When you think about it that way, everyone did their best from their respective positions, and this chaos is the result. Chiron even said he felt responsible for my death and compensated me with divine power.
“So the solution to this incident narrows down to roughly two options?”
Kirke glanced at the golden ram figurine and stated the first solution.
“This time, we properly separate Kisomalos and Jason and hand them over to Medeia.”
At that, the golden ram figurine made a hesitant face and let out a pathetic sound.
“Listen here, ma’am. No, Kirke. Listen carefully. Media has many legends and heroic tales beyond that voyage back then, right? That’s why her divine status is so firmly established now?”
“Of course? It’s not just because she’s my niece—the girl is genuinely talented.”
“But me? If you take away the voyage where I searched for the golden fleece with Medeia? I’ve accomplished nothing particularly noteworthy in my entire existence.”
“….”
Wow, so without a wife, it affects one’s very existence as a deity? Is it really okay to consider this being a god?
“So if I properly separate myself, there’s a risk that the deity Kisomalos itself could cease to exist?”
“Probably? That’s likely.”
“Shouldn’t you essentially return your divine status to Media?”
“No, that’s not it! Our periods of activity just happened to overlap, but I accomplished great deeds in my own right!”
I see. But then why couldn’t such an accomplished person accomplish anything during the time before he had a wife? As I asked this in genuine curiosity, the golden ram figurine began shedding bean-sized bits of cotton from its eyes. What’s that? A substitute for tears?
“My one and only legitimate heir, you should still believe in me, shouldn’t you? I’m the type who does whatever I’m asked to do, and I simply happened to accomplish great things at the same time I met Media, that’s all?”
“Let’s go with that then. Kirke Grandmother, what’s the second solution?”
This is a matter of Kisomalos’s pride, so it’s best not to touch it any further.
“The second option is to merge Media and Medeia together.”
“What? I don’t like that!”
Media, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst out. And looking directly at Croa, she spoke firmly.
“My legitimate heir. You understand what state of mind I was in when I agreed to this marriage with that sheep-headed descendant, don’t you?”
“Huh? Yes, of course. I understand well. You made many concessions, Media.”
“If that separated self returns, I won’t approve of that marriage even if it kills me.”
“Gasp!”
Croa’s eyes widened as he looked at me, wondering what to do. Well, even if you look at me like that, I don’t really have a solution either….
As I averted my gaze from Croa, the man’s face began to contort with anguish. This was getting awkward. I’d better hide behind Shirley.
“Wait, this works out perfectly! Let’s forget about that arranged marriage and marry me instead! The Dharma Sect will back Kisomalos with full force!”
Nanakda, could you please stop pretending not to read the room and butt in? Because right now, I’m pretty sure Croa’s eyes are about to shoot laser beams. Of course! Since both Media and Grant are intermediate deities! Whichever one I marry, I don’t really mind! Either way would be a huge asset to Kisomalos’s household finances!
“Hmm, well, if Media and Grant are of equal standing, then either marriage would be beneficial for Pisha? Both are quite handsome.”
“They’re both equally ridiculous, so I don’t care either way.”
And just as people say that couples grow to resemble each other when they live together, the Chief Chamberlain and Father had said the exact same thing to me. Croa must have sensed the danger, because he stopped his anguished expression and tears began to well up in his eyes.
“M-M-Media…”
“No! No matter what the legitimate heir says, I won’t accept it! If that brat comes back, just seeing a single strand of her hair will make my blood boil!”
Perhaps it would be better if he sincerely apologized for abandoning his first wife and running away with another woman? I didn’t know all the details, but I could vaguely guess what had happened when Media descended and caused such a commotion back then. This Kisomalos must have turned his attention to another woman, abandoning the first wife who had suffered alongside him, which had deeply wounded Media’s heart.
As I whispered this to the golden sheep figurine, Kisomalos said something unexpected.
“Hey! You think I didn’t apologize?! The moment we met in the Heavenly Realm, I immediately bowed my head and said I was sorry!”
What? So it wasn’t that Kisomalos had refused to apologize out of pride, causing all this trouble? Of course, just because someone apologizes doesn’t mean they automatically deserve forgiveness.
At this rate, there seemed to be no sign of resolving the problem. I needed to find a third solution beyond these two options…
“Just in case, should we try apologizing one more time?”
“That does seem like it would be best.”
After finishing our whispered strategy session, the golden sheep figurine approached the Media figurine. Since both were miniature-sized, it was like watching a puppet show.
“Listen, I was wrong back then. I have to think about our legitimate heirs’ future too, and I’ll compensate you however I can. Could you just turn a blind eye to this one more time?”
“One more time?! Do you have any idea how many times I’ve already turned a blind eye?!”
“So just this one last time. The very last. Come on? Even the children like each other this much, so shouldn’t we let them marry?”
“The children? Your sheep didn’t even seem to particularly like Croa!”
No, that’s not true! I love Croa so much! Since this was a real misunderstanding, I cried out that I loved Croa very much, and Croa squeezed my hand while agreeing that we loved each other. Nanakda, watching from the side, made retching sounds.
“So Croa! I’ve told you repeatedly, look at that guy’s ancestry! Like ancestor, like descendant—do you really think he’ll love you for a thousand years?”
When you bring up ancestors, I don’t really have a comeback. Considering Kisomalos’s divine nature, I couldn’t even guarantee my own future, so I was shrinking back when the golden sheep figurine suddenly found courage from somewhere and let out a sharp cry at Media.
“Hey! You lived well enough after we broke up, meeting a new husband and all!”
“You abandoned me first!”
“Well, that was because… honestly, the offer that came in back then had really good conditions!”
“This bastard still hasn’t come to his senses!”
Media, fed up, was about to beat Kisomalos, but the golden sheep closed its eyes tight and made a shocking declaration.
“I-I can at least say this with pride! The first woman I ever loved was you! The last woman I ever loved was you! In my entire life, you were the only woman I loved!”
“…What?”
“Well, back then they said I could become King of Corinth, so I got a little carried away. I was human then too—I might have wanted to experience some power.”
Kisomalos made a garbage-tier statement, saying that when you could live lavishly your whole life, you could certainly abandon a little love for it.
But Media seemed to find something appealing in that garbage statement, because her face contorted as she desperately tried to suppress her laughter, her facial muscles twitching.

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