Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 204

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 204. Embracing Light and Shadow (5)
“What? I only had feelings for you? I didn’t completely fall for that Corinth princess?”
“Well, of course your personality was so utterly dreadful that eventually I lost all affection for you.”
“Do you like me or not? Say it clearly!”
“Ugh, I keep telling you! The only person I’ve ever truly cared for is you!”
Wow, wow, wow… Kisomalos didn’t seem to realize it, but wasn’t this a grand confession of love? Sure, he’d been seduced by power and wealth, casting his gaze about here and there, but the only person he’d ever harbored genuine affection for was Medeia? This was completely pure.
Medeia seemed to have received his words clearly as well, for the woman couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling from her lips.
“Heh!”
This wasn’t the time for me to simply admire the moment. I had to seize this opportunity to score points with Croa. I gestured wildly with my hands and body, emphasizing that the golden sheep was my ancestor deity. Just as Kisomalos had only known one woman in his divine existence—Medeia—I too would live knowing only one man: Croa, and cherish him in my heart.
After contorting my body this way and that, I finally shot out a heart with my fingers, and Croa, like Medeia, let out a soft cough and twitched his facial muscles.
Phew, my intention seemed to have gotten across well.
“How pitiful, struggling so desperately just to survive.”
“Indeed, sir.”
Father and Choco, keep your mouths shut. You’ve never even built a household, yet you speak as if you understand how important it is for a husband to continually give trust to his spouse.
I patted my shoulder and was about to do the same to Shirley, but she signaled with her hand for me to stop. Well, Shirley would probably prefer collaborating on a thesis over lip service anyway. I’m not doing it though—too much of a headache.
In any case, while I was looking after my family, Medeia seemed to have finished processing her emotions. She gently massaged her facial muscles and spoke with a composed tone.
“I’ve grown accustomed to my current state, so I don’t wish to merge just yet. However, I’ll handle it within my means.”
Oh. If Medeia says she’ll handle it herself, then she’ll handle it. Everyone trusted in Medeia’s competence, so there was no doubt about it, but Kirke seemed to be worried on account of her niece.
“Are you planning to annihilate her? That would damage not only your divine rank but your divine essence as well.”
“No, I’m planning to place a curse on myself and divide the personality.”
“Hmm, if that’s the case, there shouldn’t be major harm.”
Normally descendants resemble their ancestor deities, but this time Medeia was following the pattern of her descendants instead. It resembled the old vices of Media, where the lineage split into the legitimate succession of the throne and the legitimate line that imposed curses.
“Are you certain about this? If this is something that would strain you, Medeia, I won’t insist.”
Handling Medeia was indeed a significant matter, but it wasn’t something I should ask of Medeia at the cost of damaging her divine essence. As I expressed this concern, Medeia, trapped within the factory-made doll, smiled wickedly.
“I can’t remain dual-natured forever. First, I’ll bring her into one body, then gradually adapt and blend them together. If I accepted it all at once, that’s when the divine essence would be damaged.”
“Hack!”
The moment Medeia finished speaking, the golden sheep doll spewed out its stuffing and collapsed with a squawk. Seeing it motionless, it seemed to be dead. More precisely, it had probably returned to the Heavenly Realm.
“See? That one will be unable to move for a while because the fusion was too abrupt.”
Right, you have to mix explosive materials slowly and carefully—if you just haphazardly dump the ingredients together, it explodes.
“Aunt, please return the Labyrinth to its proper place. It would be fastest to meet in the Heavenly Realm.”
“You got it!”
Kirke pulled out her magic lipstick again and with a flourish—poof!—the ground trembled with a boom. The landing had caused quite a bit of shaking, and the ascent was equally violent.
“Aaah! They must have just started the breakwater reconstruction project!”
Only the people of Media would suffer for it. In any case, we’d overcome one hurdle. Kisomalos, who had been stuck at the spirit stage, had suddenly become a mid-tier deity. Having recovered his full self, all that remained was to expand the name and influence of Kisomalos and earnestly gather divine power to raise his divine rank.
“The remaining time is…”
About five years. Within that period, raising mid-tier deity Kisomalos to upper-tier would be a fight worth attempting. Of course, Kisomalos would be resting in the Heavenly Realm for a while and couldn’t help me, but he was useless anyway, so it didn’t matter.
“Hmm, but there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while.”
As I took a step toward a happy ending, Grandmother opened her mouth apologetically and brought up the matter of the foreign deity who had proposed a deal to Kisomalos.
“What does that Tick-Tock plan to do with all that divine power he’s gathering?”
I’m not sure, but even if he has some grand scheme, since it’s something happening in the Heavenly Realm, there’s probably nothing I can do about it anyway…
My opponent possessed power so immense they could manipulate time itself, yet possessed humanity in amounts no greater than an ant’s tear. They wouldn’t have involved themselves in matters I could influence, and naturally, they harbored schemes far beyond my capacity to resolve. On this point, I could only offer encouragement to Kirke and hope for the best.
“Oh! Kirke, you’re not returning to the Heavenly Realm for a while, are you?”
“Hmm? I have no particular business up there, so I suppose not.”
“Then come with me to see Lulu!”
The seal contained only the faintest remnant of Lulu. If we removed it, she would dissipate almost immediately. Lorowi had been unable to find a way to extend her active period, but perhaps Kirke possessed a solution? She was the sole mage in all the Mortal Realm and Heavenly Realm combined, so I felt certain she could at least point us toward a resolution.
“Who is Lulu?”
“She exists. A bewitching woman who’s ruined roughly three people’s lives.”
I dragged Kirke toward the Political Detention Center.
The Political Detention Center, which I hadn’t visited in some time, remained bustling and vibrant. I wondered if these reactionaries truly deserved such comfortable lives, but most had been imprisoned during Helbatro’s reign—patriotic leftists, after all. Now that Father had become Emperor, those arrested had merely engaged in political activities aligned with their ideologies; they weren’t inherently evil people.
“What now? Why are you back?”
I endured another barrage of insults from the sharp-tongued Yupi Grandmother today, and assured the apologetic Grayson that it was fine.
“Give me Lulu’s seal.”
“No!”
“Don’t just refuse outright! I’ve brought a mage!”
Even imprisoned here, surely the Chamberlain knew that my aunt had become a magical girl? The prospective ancestral deity present here was the sole mage in the entire Heavenly Realm. As I explained this and suggested that a mage might accomplish what Lorowi could not, the Chamberlain’s eyes widened.
“Really? I could see Lulu again?”
“Don’t get your hopes up that high.”
“What? No, I’m going to hope.”
That woman’s temperament never changed.
I received Lulu’s seal from the Chamberlain and handed it to Kirke. The brooch seal bore a cameo carving of a beautiful girl’s face.
“Hmm, there’s very little capacity remaining.”
“Right. Most of it was consumed as alchemical material.”
“Divided, separated, used up, and Lorowi’s divinity….”
Kirke muttered complaints under her breath, then examined the brooch with power rather than magic. Observing her expression, I felt a genuine sense of hope stirring.
“This can’t be solved by magic alone—this requires an enormous amount of that ancestral deity’s power. It’s a matter of infusing identity itself.”
“The Lilith Family! Luruella belongs to the Lilith Family!”
Everyone seemed to sense what I did. Grayson smiled warmly, while Yupi Grandmother grasped the bars with fervent enthusiasm.
“Ah.”
But the moment Kirke heard the family name, her expression darkened.
“The Lilith Family was extinguished not long ago. All the legitimate descendants found married life unbearable….”
So the line had ended without producing heirs. That explained why Lulu and her family had been so desperately concerned with restoring the family name. The very existence of the deity depended on it.
“I’m sorry. I feel as though I’ve given you false hope….”
As Kirke’s expression turned bitter, Yupi Grandmother’s eyes grew misty. I had brought her here with good intentions, yet now I felt apologetic myself.
“Leave. All of you, get out.”
It was best to leave her alone now. I exchanged a glance with Butler Grandfather and offered my Maternal Grandmother an apology in place of a farewell.
“Grandmother, I’m sorry.”
Yupi Grandmother said nothing in return. Instead, she gave a small nod. At least she had accepted my apology.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————