Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 210

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Chapter 210. The Most Terrifying Aspect of the Heavenly Demon Is Indeed That Its Worldview Differs (2)
“Is it some kind of treasure seal….”
That thing wouldn’t be damaged by artillery fire, couldn’t be brought down by aircraft, and I could only stand here helplessly stamping my feet—yet Choco spoke with remarkable composure. A treasure seal? That’s what Netcha had an enormous collection of, right? Come to think of it, Netcha was also flying around in a dream wearing something like a Feng Huo Lun, wasn’t he?
“That’s a Heavenly Realm artifact! Can humans just use Heavenly Realm items like that?!”
“Well, if you claim it was a gift, there’s not much to say, is there….”
“Still, there has to be some propriety! You can’t give gifts that greatly influence the Mortal Realm!”
Not that I have any right to say that, having received Martin’s Republican Treatise as a gift from Kisomalos and the Leopard Bag from Netcha!
“Nothing strange about it. Netcha guaranteed there’s no human stronger than him.”
Ah, Choco’s pride was wounded? It’s such a rare sight that I was about to tease him a little, but the man turned serious and pointed at Emperor Astiages.
“Is that definitely a person?”
Well… since he’s been walking around the Mortal Realm this whole time, he must be a person, right? Lower-tier deities have restrictions on their existence in the Mortal Realm, so that’s why Kirke also traveled through the Mortal Realm in a doll’s body, didn’t she? When we had that three-way meeting the other day, both Media and Kisomalos descended into dolls.
“…Descended?”
Doesn’t the Heavenly Demon also use words like “descent” and “reincarnation”? Then could it be that this person is actually Emperor Astiages’s deity inhabiting a human body?
“Deities can’t come directly to the Mortal Realm! They can only influence the Mortal Realm through their descendants! This is a social contract!”
I want to ask Kisomalos if this is really allowed, but that man is currently unconscious, for crying out loud. Completely useless, that blockhead.
But my surroundings are filled with wonderfully diverse talent. I pressed Father, the Chief Chamberlain, Croa, Shirley, Nanakda, and Choco to ask their ancestral deities for help, and they all stood there dazed staring into empty space for a while before each relayed what they’d communicated with their deities.
“According to Chiron, it’s not impossible. It’s just a method they normally don’t use because it places a heavy burden on the descendant’s body.”
“But seeing them all chattering together like this, it seems like they’re all gathered in one place?”
“Ah, Media’s Residence is equipped with excellent facilities for observing the Mortal Realm. A 280-degree screen with simultaneous small channel viewing.”
“Hey! Grant also wants to go to Media’s Residence and watch!”
“There’s a place in the Greco-Roman District that’s decorated exactly like a Hecate temple, so it’ll be visible right away!”
“Okay, passing it on!”
Ugh, what is this. They’re talking about things only they know. I want to join in too.
While Emperor Astiages was crying out in destruction and demolishing two more destroyers, the Chief Chamberlain, who had been quiet, suddenly shouted toward the sky.
“It’s too loud, so please speak one at a time!”
When the woman barked her command, Father and the Imperial Palace people all flinched simultaneously. I could see their respective ancestral deities overlapping behind them, which was a bit amusing.
“The problem is that this is wielding divine authority through a Mortal Realm person’s body, so it doesn’t violate the covenant.”
“Normally, a deity with that level of power wouldn’t be accepted. The vessel would shatter first.”
“So that’s why the stage of learning demonic arts was necessary?”
“By that logic, couldn’t Netcha also be accepted?”
At Choco’s remark, everyone turned their heads toward the man. I could feel the deities watching Choco as well.
“No, he’s been training regularly. Netcha has been supplying him with spirit elixir consistently. His body seems sturdy enough to accept a spirit-level deity.”
“Still, there would be significant risk with a human body.”
“Is Netcha planning to descend right now?”
“Rather than all of us staying here and destroying our descendants’ lives, maybe taking a gamble isn’t so bad? Grant says he’ll take responsibility and find something to protect Choco’s body?”
“Chiron can obtain that much as well.”
“Listo also says he has medicine that he extorted from Saint-Germain.”
The fact that Saint-Germain’s name is coming up suggests that this burden affects lifespan, doesn’t it? Choco shouldn’t have to step forward at the cost of his own life. If worst comes to worst, we can retreat and then fire one of the bombs from the Lorowi Vault at Avestha and be done with it.
Though… of course, if the Heavenly Demon survives even that, we really would have no options left.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
I was about to suggest we retreat and regroup after losing three more destroyers and roughly five thousand soldiers, but it seemed Choco had already made some kind of choice—her hair had grown extraordinarily long.
I let out a startled shriek.
“Princess, it’s been a while!”
“…Are you Netcha?”
“Of course I am!”
Well, with that identical speech pattern, I should be able to tell whether it’s Netcha or Choco, but anyway—Choco in her Netcha-possessed form had hair long enough to cover her buttocks, and her body was bristling with strange devices Netcha had brought along.
The wind wheels beneath her feet—I’d seen those before, the ones that float in the air. What else is she carrying aloft? Knuckles? There seem to be two swords as well. What is this, some kind of auxiliary weapon inventory she’s flying around with? But why is there a birdcage?
“Wow, Choco really is amazing. She’s carrying the Heavenly Dragon Wheel, the Qiankun Fist, the Golden Coin, the Fiery Spear, the Yin-Yang Sword, and even the Nine Dragon Divine Phoenix Bird, yet she’s perfectly fine… *cough cough*!”
“Netcha! Or rather, Choco!”
If she’s coughing up blood, Choco’s body must be straining—please put some of those away!
When I told her to take only what she absolutely needed, Netcha untied the crimson sash around her waist and set down a tile-shaped object and a pair of swords. Yet she’s still keeping that birdcage. What on earth is that birdcage for?
“Wait a moment, your hair is getting in the way…”
“No no no! Don’t give Choco’s face a dumpling hairstyle!”
With Croa’s help, I combed through Netcha’s hair and neatly tied it into a ponytail. That’s as far as I’m willing to go with Choco’s hairstyles.
“Then I’ll be off! Now, where’s the exit?”
“Wait! I’ll open the hatch for you!”
After ordering the soldiers to guide the way out, I opened the hatch to send Netcha off, then picked up the binoculars. It wasn’t just me and the Imperial Palace staff who were curious about the variety show battle between these two monsters—every soldier except the helmsman had pressed themselves against the windows with binoculars in hand.
The airship tilted dangerously to one side from the uneven weight distribution, and the helmsman cursed profusely.
“I want to see too, Your Majesty!”
And he complained bitterly—Captain Griffin, resenting his position as chief helmsman.
“Oh! The two of them have met!”
“Ooh!”
“What exactly is that metal plate?”
“It seems to have some kind of gravity-controlling spirit stone and a propulsion device. A drone? It looks somewhat like a drone?”
If it’s a drone, that’s the experimental reconnaissance model the Air Force made—it was barely more than a toy, but I see there’s a way to develop it like this.
Shortly after, the Heavenly Demon, holding an enormous blade in one hand, and Netcha, wielding a weapon that fired laser beams—if I had to name it, a Light Spear? Anyway, the Fiery Spear—drew closer to each other.
The long-haired woman swung the blade with a sharp sound, then spoke with evident interest.
“Void Manipulation, is it? Finally, an opponent worth facing.”
The Heavenly Demon sister speaks in such a soft manner, yet her voice carries so clearly. Anyway, it seemed like the Heavenly Demon was complimenting Netcha, but Netcha shook her head and said that wasn’t it.
“It’s not Void Manipulation. We’re from different worldviews!”
“…Different worldviews?”
“Yes.”
“…What kind of worldview?”
“Well, we’re both in the same Eastern Fantasy category, but that side is Wuxia, and I’m, strictly speaking, Ancient Science Fiction.”
“…Science Fiction?”
“Yes, SF for short.”
The Heavenly Demon sister looked Netcha up and down, then wore a contemplative expression.
“You’re saying the broader category is the same?”
“Yes. We’re both Eastern Fantasy.”
“Does the name Sixth Heavenly Demon King mean anything to you?”
“Yes, our worldview does blend Daoism and Buddhism together, after all.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded with a bright expression, as if she understood.
“When you ascend to the throne of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King while still alive, will you be able to face me then!”
“By that logic, I was the son of Vaisravana, after all!”
The two of them, having finally finished their introductions, prepared in earnest to fight.

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