Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205. The Demonic Sect Enshrines the Holy Flame? It’s Definitely Modeled After Zoroastrianism (1)
It had been approximately one year and nine months since Kisomalos lost consciousness from the fusion shock with Jason. Though Kisomalos in the Heavenly Realm remained unconscious, Kazelnu and Achilles informed me that thanks to the divine power I’d been gathering, his complexion looked healthy and radiant.
Time flowed indifferently onward, and I turned eighteen. During this period, countless—truly countless—events had unfolded. To begin with the matters most directly concerning me: Shirley had finally developed an ultra-miniature CPS (Chrysomallos Positioning System) chip and implanted it in my body. Within the borders of Kisomalos, I had become a princess who could be tracked anywhere.
The successful deployment of the CPS chip relied heavily on wireless communication base stations installed throughout Kisomalos and Media, as well as unmanned airships that drifted perpetually through the sky, day and night, three hundred sixty-five days a year. Thanks to this infrastructure, both Kisomalos and Media distributed wireless telegraph devices to every household, and they had recently succeeded in commercializing portable devices capable of not merely transmitting electrical signals but enabling voice calls.
Though calling it “portable” was generous—the entire apparatus weighed as much as carrying a full backpack, and the handset was the size of my forearm—it nonetheless represented a technological revolution. One could conduct voice communications with anyone, anywhere, simply by carrying a backpack. Consequently, among the nobility and wealthy, a trend emerged of employing dedicated communication secretaries who carried the equipment and accompanied them everywhere.
“Pisha!”
“What is it?”
“The Giants lost eight to nine!”
“Damn those lunatics! When I checked earlier, it was eight to three! Play the game instead of filming a drama!”
And the Professional Baseball League had been successfully established throughout Kisomalos. For the record, the team I supported had finished last place for two consecutive years. Incompetent fools.
“I even threw the ceremonial first pitch at their home stadium this year!”
“Just because the Princess threw the first pitch doesn’t guarantee victory, Your Highness.”
“Shut it, Croa!”
He acted as though his team’s success had nothing to do with him! Last year they were just barely above last place! I stomped repeatedly on Croa’s inline skate wheels before heading off to prepare for the broadcast. As warfare erupted in earnest across Astiages, Kisomalos—one of the principal nations supporting the independence war—was regularly sending out morale broadcasts.
“I never imagined that speech would become nominalized as the ‘Vishnabel Doctrine.'”
“Everyone sees it as an opportunity to gain something.”
Thanks to Father and Nanakda joining hands to supply war materials and capital, the colonies of Astiages smoothly completed their independence war preparations and rose up in unison.
I then introduced certain diplomatic strategies to the Central Continental Alliance and traveled about persuading them of the advantages they could gain by supporting nations seeking independence. As a result, the influential nations within the Central Continental Alliance all threw their support behind the independence war, scheming to make those nations their own colonies once more.
Well… what nation in this world would help another country gain independence out of pure goodwill? Everyone helps because there’s value to exploit. Kisomalos, having entered this competition early, was able to secure and support nations rich in underground and mineral resources. The supported nations, after all, preferred receiving fair compensation while supplying resources to Kisomalos rather than having their resources drained by Astiages without any recompense, so one couldn’t say we were entirely in the wrong.
Of course! From the perspective of the other nations! They had no other choice!
“The nation has grown twice as large compared to when I was younger.”
“According to Kisomalos’s claim, it’s merely territorial recovery.”
By that logic, nine-tenths of the Mortal Realm’s territory originally belonged to the steppe cavalry peoples. Now, as a minority, they wandered here and there searching for pastureland—yet they once possessed an enormous empire. Though that was roughly six thousand years ago.
“Piiiiiishaaaa!”
Ah, and regarding the scheme the elderly deities in the Heavenly Realm were executing before the upper gods and special-grade gods could make their moves—Kirke’s successor was found surprisingly quickly.
I had thought it would be difficult to find someone who possessed either magical prowess or combat strength at the level of a martial deity, capable of resolving any situation, and possessed a lifespan approaching eternity to qualify for the Celestial Immortal Alliance. But the Heavenly Realm was vast and divine materials were plentiful, so when they actually searched, they found one.
That person called themselves “Doctor,” and since names or surnames typically follow “Doctor,” I asked “Doctor who?” only to be told they were simply Doctor, and they even showed me their Celestial Immortal Alliance membership card. I hadn’t known such a card existed.
“I! Finally shed my novice magical girl status!”
In any case, Kirke was able to pay the divine rank and divine power according to Heavenly law and adopt a successor. Since Kirke, who had possessed nearly special-grade divine power, returned from the Celestial Adoption Bureau, her rank had plummeted to intermediate deity, revealing that the Heavenly Realm applied various tax laws to the adoption of successors.
Now that I think about it, Nanakda and Grant were also intermediate deities from the moment they received their successors. They must have originally possessed authority comparable to Kirke’s.
“Oh, what’s good about escaping novice magical girl status?”
“First! You become an intermediate magical girl!”
“Anything else?”
“You can use about ten more spells!”
“Oh, and?”
“Your transformation sequence changes!”
This is maddening. Kirke must have spent those eight thousand years waiting for a successor designing magical staffs and magical girl outfits, accumulating tens of thousands of variations.
“Kazelnu Alchemic Power!”
“Ah, she’s starting.”
“And I didn’t even ask her to.”
Aunt became Kirke’s official descendant, and her name changed to Kazelnu Circe. She was completely severing ties with Lorowi and leaving, yet Lorowi didn’t even pretend to hold her back or show any disappointment. It was truly too much.
“Make Up!”
The transformation spell had grown more elaborate. Back when I was a beginner, she’d just grab a fountain pen to transform, but this time a jewelry box-like thing opened and cosmetic tools spilled out with a flourish, assisting Aunt’s transformation. Her eye makeup was subtly enhanced, her lips gained a lustrous sheen, and for reasons I couldn’t fathom, her hairstyle and hair color changed as well. What exactly does a magical girl mean to Kirke?
“She even has a theme song now?”
“Right? Before, I only heard something like a music box melody.”
Kirke must have composed and written the lyrics herself. She’s quite talented. Though, come to think of it, the deities of the Central Continent region tend to be remarkably versatile. Father and Chiron both compose music as naturally as breathing.
“Book Open!”
Aunt opened her grimoire and flipped through the pages, saying she’d show me a new spell. I asked if there was any magic that might help with the Astiages campaign, and she exclaimed the spell name after finding something perfect.
“Cassandra’s Prophecy! How about this?”
Ooh, prophecy. Since it’s magic performed by a magical girl, it probably won’t be anything spectacular, but should I listen anyway? Just in case it might help somehow?
“But Aunt, is it okay to use that spell? Genie Teacher was reluctant to prophesy, saying that revealing heavenly secrets would shorten her lifespan.”
“The description here says that since no one will believe it anyway, revealing heavenly secrets is meaningless.”
What good does that do? But if people already know not to believe it, can they really disbelieve it? Let’s give it a try anyway.
“As long as it doesn’t hurt your body, go ahead and try.”
“Pisha! Our niece is even worried about Aunt’s health!”
“If you hug me, I’m running away.”
I issued a firm warning before listening to Aunt’s spell. She waved her magic wand, which looked like a cosmetic tool, with a flourish, and her eyes rolled back white as she made an eerie sound.
“Half the continent shall be dyed in blood. With ten million lives, the Heavenly Demon shall arrive, and the reign of the Divine Church shall be blessed for ten thousand years.”
“What on earth is she saying?”
“Who knows? There are too many Southern Region metaphors for me to understand it properly.”
“The Heavenly Demon Returns! Ten Thousand Demons Bow! Sacred Fire Burns Red! The Demonic Way Rules Heaven!”
“I really have no idea what she’s talking about.”
“Neither do I….”
Difficult words flew past rapidly, and no matter how much I thought about it, it seemed unrelated to us. After all, even if it’s a prophecy, it doesn’t necessarily have to be one concerning me or our country. Is there a fire breaking out somewhere? Just to be safe, I should remind the Fire Department personnel to patrol diligently.
“So, Pisha? Did the prophecy help?”
“Well… the words were too difficult to understand.”
“Haha, Pisha, you should go on air.”
Nice, Croa. Following Croa’s suggestion, I decided to send out a radio broadcast encouraging the fight and comforting the people instead.

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