Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207. The Demonic Cult Enshrines the Sacred Flame? It’s Definitely Inspired by Zoroastrianism (3)
“Ugh, you don’t like it?”
“‘Ugh’ to the Emperor? Does the Princess have two lives?”
“As you know, I’ve already died twice.”
“Ahem.”
Father seemed amused. He stifled his laughter with a cough, then unexpectedly launched into something reasonable.
“What nation sends its heir princess to the front lines?”
“Hecta Duchy does!”
“Silence.”
Why not! Princess Frey gets to drag tanks around on the front lines, so why can’t I drag airships? As I prepared to wail and throw a tantrum, Father furrowed his brow and offered another sensible argument.
“They have spares if their princess dies. Kisomalos has only you as the legitimate heir.”
“You speak truly. I could die on the battlefield and my siblings would lead the nation, but Princess Vishnabel is irreplaceable.”
No, if even the Princess says that, what does that make me? And don’t so casually accept having spares! Show some attachment to your own life and the throne!
“I’d rather be struck by artillery on the battlefield than waste away from overwork in an office.”
“That’s fair.”
I nodded in agreement with the Princess’s words, and Father, who had been nodding along with me, said something absurd.
“In that case, I’ll go to Astiages myself.”
“No!”
Ah, so that’s it! That’s why “no” burst out first! You’re trying to dump all the Emperor’s duties on me and have fun alone? Did you think I’d let that happen?
“What emperor abandons his innocent subjects to rush to the front lines!”
“Many medieval emperors, khans, and the current Emperor of Astiages did exactly that.”
“Is this the medieval age!”
Airships fly through the sky, and we can call anyone anywhere in the nation using radio waves. Medieval nonsense! When I protested that the old days and now were different, the military generals agreed with me, insisting the Emperor couldn’t stand on the front lines.
But when I said I’d go, they didn’t object like this. I’m a bit irritated by their double standard…
“Pisha has brought victory more than once or twice. The military’s elders trust you, so they held their tongues.”
“Hmm, my Zhang Liang speaks honeyed words well.”
I patted Shirley’s shoulder in praise, and this woman gave Princess Frey an incredibly provocative expression. But the Princess simply laughed and pretended not to notice.
Hmm, so that’s what they call the composure of age. If my life partner were someone so magnanimous, life would be easier. Dealing with Croa alone, who tries to control me like catching rats, is already exhausting.
“Pisha, you weren’t thinking that life would be easier if that Princess were your life partner, were you?”
“I wasn’t. I wasn’t.”
This woman has been living with Croa long enough to master that exhausted expression. I squeezed my eyes shut and denied it outright. Does that CPS she planted have brainwave-reading functions too? How does she know my thoughts so well?
“The Emperor of Astiages is going, so shouldn’t the Emperor of Kisomalos go too for fairness?”
“What fairness in war! Besides, wars are usually decided before the fighting even starts! What matters isn’t victory or defeat, but what you gain from that war! That’s why they call you the mountain-climbing Emperor!”
I threw out the epithet “mountain-climbing Ende” and pressed Father hard, and the elders stood and applauded. These were people who’d filled their bellies with military rations since Father first went to the battlefield. How much hardship must they have endured in those days.
“Princess, that was my first deployment, and I was much younger then.”
“You weren’t like that at that age!”
“Correct! The Princess conquered Ljubljana at age ten!”
“And founded the Air Force!”
Pffhehehehe, foolish Father. All the military elders are on my side. With so many people around, I can’t even mention that my achievements are regression-induced.
“Ugh!”
Father looks absolutely furious. Who knows what kind of revenge he might exact, so I’d better stop teasing him.
“In any case, it’s impossible. The Princess cannot stand on the front lines.”
“The Narak Cult Leader with warp technology will absolutely insist on accompanying us. Besides him, who else can control that monster?”
Of course, Father could control him far more effectively than I could, but the Emperor himself going to the battlefield is truly absurd. Without Father, naturally only I remain. If I go with Choco, my safety is guaranteed, and if I promise to provide support only from the rear, we can negotiate something. Of course, whether I actually stay in the rear after Astiages falls is entirely my discretion.
“…The Emperor can never be deployed to the front lines. Can you take responsibility for that statement?”
Why is he suddenly creating this tense atmosphere? I felt uneasy about it, but I couldn’t back down from my position now, so I spoke even more firmly.
“Of course! An Emperor on the front lines? That’s something that only happened in the age of barbarism. In times like these, it’s impossible and absolutely should not occur!”
“In two months, Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos will reach nineteen and become an adult.”
“Huh?”
“When I took you in, I made it clear. I would remain on the throne only until the Princess came of age, and then I would return everything to you.”
“Wait, please. Just a moment. Give me a second.”
“Of course, the coronation ceremony will take place several years from now due to the transfer of duties, work distribution, actual relocation, and various other reorganizations. However, the Princess’s title will become ‘Imperial Status’ in two months.”
“I told you to wait!”
“But I—”
I told him to shut up, but Father just wouldn’t close his mouth. I’d been so focused on work lately that I’d forgotten—Father is naturally like this. It feels like I’ve touched something I shouldn’t have.
“In two months, my title will be ‘unemployed’!”
“Huh! …Huh!”
“An unemployed person has the freedom to go anywhere! Because I’ll be unemployed!”
Is Father actually going to be unemployed? Won’t he just return to being a Duke when he steps down as Emperor? Oh, right. Looping inherited the position of Chiron Duke, didn’t he? Wow! So Father really will be unemployed in two months?!
“In two months, I shall transfer the position of Air Force Commander to Chiron. Prepare the appointment letter and transfer procedures!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
At least I managed to prevent Father from becoming unemployed in two months. As we exchanged moves fiercely back and forth, Choco laughed until her sides hurt, and I quietly began preparing to wave the white flag.
“Say it again. The Emperor cannot go to the front lines?”
“No, Your Majesty the Emperor can go anywhere.”
“Anywhere—does that include the very front?”
“Of course. The Emperor is the parent of the people and the head of the nation, and has the right to go anywhere.”
“I like that.”
Tch! This man always tries to beat his daughter. Does he ever let her win even once? Usually, when the protagonist regresses and gets a stepfather, the stepfather becomes a daughter-fool and does anything for her, right? But why is that father always like this?
“I will participate in the campaign. Since I feel sorry for the Princess, I’ll allow her to accompany me as well.”
“Yes. Your grace is boundless.”
“Of course, the soldiers will object, so we’ll both provide rear support. Any complaints?”
“How could I possibly complain? Your grace is boundless.”
“Then let’s proceed with the meeting on that basis.”
Damn it. I pushed too hard and didn’t even break even. Well, I can go to the front lines, so I suppose I did break even? More than that, the shock of learning I’ll be an adult in two months is hitting me hard.
They want me to be Emperor? I’m just a small child Princess named Vishnabel.
“Sigh…”
I don’t want to be Emperor. Can’t Father just keep being Emperor? It seems to suit him anyway. Since Father seems like he’ll live for a thousand years, why not skip me and pass the throne to my children or grandchildren instead?
This seems like a serious matter worth consulting about later, so I plan to corner Father and beg him about it, but the meeting soon devolved into arguing about whether to emphasize warp technology or increase the Army’s proportion versus the Air Force’s proportion.
As Air Force Commander, I couldn’t let that slide, so I slammed the table and used my authority as Princess to silence the others.
“What nonsense is this? Obviously we need to mobilize airships en masse! We should strike first with poison gas or chemical weapons!”
Poison gas is the best for killing people in large quantities. When I made this assertion based on my experience from the previous war, my grandparents looked at me with expressions suggesting I was something less than human.

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