Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 214

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Chapter 214. For the Protection of the Narrator, This Chapter Proceeds in Third Person (1)
The day before the invasion of Astiages, Nanakda was reciting words of a curse—the kind that guaranteed death if spoken on a battlefield.
“Once this war ends, I’m going to have a political marriage with Princess Vishnabel.”
Upon hearing this terrible declaration, Nanakda’s five subordinates were horrified and rushed at their grown leader like children.
“Cult Leader! If you say such things, disaster will strike!”
“Haven’t you read historical war novels?!”
“People who say they’ll marry their fiancées back home always die!”
“And if it’s marriage, why does it have to be a political marriage?”
“Well… isn’t it self-protective thinking? Like, ‘Why would I marry the Princess unless there’s some political gain?'”
At Kirpan’s cold analysis, the others nodded in agreement. But with Princess Vishnabel becoming an adult any day now, and the neighboring king who had promised to marry her over a decade ago stubbornly refusing to budge, such defensive thinking was utterly useless.
“Listen carefully, Nanakda. That tsundere attitude is something only supporting male characters do.”
“Personally, I like the trope, but the win rate is terrible.”
“Even if you just throw straightforward pitches, your feelings barely get across. If you keep this up, there’s no hope.”
“But considering that Princess’s personality, it actually seems like the right strategy?”
“Right. That Princess would probably marry a frog from a pond if the profit was clear.”
Kirpan truly remained composed in any situation, observing events coldly and offering sharp criticism. He was indeed worthy of being the one responsible for unwavering spirit in the Religious Order.
People even applauded, marveling at Kirpan’s character analysis. Only Nanakda disagreed.
“You all don’t really know Princess Vishnabel, do you? Even though she seems self-centered on the surface, she’s actually quite soft-hearted and gives affection easily. She takes great care of those close to her.”
Nanakda puffed up proudly, speaking of Princess Vishnabel’s true nature that only he knew. Upon hearing this absurd claim, Kesh, Kanga, Kara, and Kachera immediately began massaging Kirpan’s shoulders and urging him to attack.
“Go, Kirpan! We’re counting on you!”
“Destroy him with logic!”
“Won’t that cause problems?”
“Just knock him down anyway!”
Emboldened by everyone’s support, the man took a deep breath, cracked his knuckles, and laid out the truth.
“Listen carefully, Nanakda.”
“…What?”
“That Princess? She only cares about herself. Even if she seems to look after those around her, the moment she thinks she’s about to die, she’ll abandon her father, her aunt, her fiancé, her life companion—everyone—and flee alone.”
“Come on, like I said before, she just appears that way.”
“Setting that aside, that Princess took 1.2 trillion from the national treasury for some deranged man and spent it recklessly, implemented dumbing-down policies from childhood to divert the people’s attention from politics by establishing a professional baseball league, expanded the Air Force so that a war that would kill a thousand could be resolved in an instant with ten thousand, and despite wartime, her invasion methods are so cruel that she’s earned endless curses not just from foreign nations but from her own Kisomalos citizens as well. Her maternal family home was completely ruined, and instead of protecting it, she went around with eyes wide open looking for things to plunder. To preserve her position, she set nobles against each other, and now she laughs while sipping cola wondering who will be assassinated once this meeting ends. That’s the kind of human she is.”
“Ooh, wow…”
Nanakda tried to object, but upon reflection, all of it had actually happened. When one gathered together the footprints Princess Vishnabel had left behind, there was no human scourge like her in all the world.
“But still, the girl is fundamentally good-hearted.”
“Any dictator, no matter how terrible, treats those close to them well—unless they’re genuinely stupid!”
Because there had actually existed dictators in history so stupid they even treated their inner circle harshly, Kirpan made this exception and continued.
Princess Vishnabel pretended to be foolish and had genuinely foolish aspects, but she always secured the real benefits. From the perspective of a complete stranger with no personal connection to Princess Vishnabel, Kirpan found her schemes so cunning and malicious that he had clicked his tongue in disapproval many times.
“Just look at this operation to invade Avestha. Using emetics to make people remove their gas masks and then conducting chemical terrorism—is that something a human would even conceive of?”
“Well, it’s war anyway, and if you conquer quickly, you might actually reduce casualties…”
“That could be true! If a seasoned general who’s tired of war and doesn’t want to see more blood had proposed it, I’d understand. But that person is a Princess raised delicately in the Capital! She’s only eighteen years old! For such a young girl to make such radical proposals—what will happen as she grows older?”
“Hmm…”
Now that he thought about it, it made sense. She seemed so innocent when she was younger—why had she turned out this way? Nanakda concluded it was probably mostly due to her life companion and the curse-bearer, and nodded in agreement.
The reason why the Princess had become so twisted, and why Chiron—her biological father—was absent from the equation, was that Nanakda had come to work with the man frequently and discovered he was actually an incredibly sensible person.
Though his educational methods were somewhat extreme, he was arguably the only voice of reason among those who existed in the Kisomalos Imperial Palace. More remarkably, this paragon of reason had eliminated his own biological father—who exerted only a corrupting influence on Princess Vishnabel—ascended to the throne himself, spent his personal fortune, and raised a private army to nurture the Princess into an exemplary ruler. One could hardly overstate his virtue as a sage. Though, admittedly, his methods of instruction remained rather severe.
“Then, watch over the Princess until this war concludes.”
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“Let’s simply remold her.”
People can be remolded. Grant had said so himself. Had he not taken Nanakda—born as the Emperor’s Son—and through his brainwashing beam transformed him into an exemplary religious devotee?
The Cult Leader’s refreshingly decisive conclusion won the approval of his five subordinates, who responded with a resounding “Yes!” and agreed to the notion of remaking Princess Vishnabel.
Thereafter, Nanakda journeyed toward Astiages and observed Princess Vishnabel’s every move. On the battlefield where five thousand people perished daily, she didn’t so much as furrow a brow—utterly devoid of humanity. The way Astiages’ citizens, brainwashed by the Heavenly Demon, threw themselves to their deaths in succession, yet she worried first about plague—that was the thinking of a true psychopath. Her suggestion to hang the corpse of the deceased Former Emperor from the city gate, seduce the Imperial Family, extract their wealth, and murder them was so repugnant that it hardly deserved a response. If anything, I felt sorry for the garbage being compared to Vishnabel. My apologies, garbage.
Having witnessed this entire spectacle, Nanakda arrived at a momentous resolution.
“Princess Vishnabel, I believe you should disappear for the sake of world peace.”
Let her vanish as she is. Let only the shell remain while the essence departs. And let her return to that kindly Princess of old. Resolved to sacrifice himself for world peace, Nanakda withdrew a warp stone and began his calculations.
“Hey, hey, you—without even a calculator, how do you plan to determine the coordinates!”
“I’ve memorized the coordinates of where I need to go at this moment, down to the second!”
“Damn these brilliant bastards!”
Pisha groaned in exasperation, wondering why her surroundings were filled with nothing but intelligent people.
After completing the leap via the warp stone, Nanakda switched on the lights in the dark chamber and had his subordinates bind the Princess with iron chains.
“Nanakda, I don’t know where you’ve brought me, but whatever you do, I’ll be caught soon! Do you really think Father and Shirley will leave you alone?”
“Of course they won’t!”
Then why are you doing this! Princess Vishnabel shrieked and immediately began worrying about Nanakda’s safety. In truth, her own abduction was hardly a matter of concern. Though bound in iron chains, she could easily escape given the opportunity, and besides, before she could even attempt escape, Croa would undoubtedly locate her position through his curse.
Once word spread that the Princess had been kidnapped, there was no way Nanakda could die peacefully. Chiron, Croa, Shirley, and Choco would take turns torturing him to the brink of death. Unable to bear seeing her friend Nanakda suffer so, the Princess attempted to persuade the man to turn himself in and seek redemption.
“Besides, this isn’t an abduction. We’ve simply come home early.”
“…What?”
“This is the basement of the Kisomalos Princess Palace.”
“…There was a space like this in my home?”
“Lorowi had tunnels dug all the way here.”
“That blasted Chamberlain!”
Having completed his preliminary explanation, Nanakda prepared a coin on a string, a candle, and Grant’s brainwashing beam. Every religious devotee possessed a secret brainwashing technique—just as that Heavenly Demon had used hers to drive the Demonic Cult’s followers to their deaths.
“Now! Vishnabel, from this moment forward, you shall become a virtuous and benevolent Princess.”
“What do you think making me virtuous will accomplish!”
“We’ll preserve world peace, you little brat!”
Nanakda poured everything into it—physical hypnosis, brainwashing, and even Grant’s divine brainwashing beam—and succeeded in reforming Vishnabel entirely.
After devoting an entire day to the effort, Nanakda had created the virtuous Princess Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos.
Unaware that this marked the beginning of tragedy.

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