Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 215

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Chapter 215. For the Narrator’s Protection, This Chapter Proceeds in Third Person (2)
“What’s Father saying?”
“He’s absolutely furious.”
The moment Nanakda warped into the Kisomalos Imperial Palace, his first act was to inform Emperor Chiron that Princess Vishnabel was safe and that they had simply returned home early using warp stones.
“Hmm… I suppose that makes sense.”
“He says he’ll cut Nanakda into seven pieces and arrange them in a Mercury pattern around the palace fountain.”
The Princess’s violent tendencies were clearly learned from her father. Father was a good man at heart, but his language was harsh and he constantly wanted to shoot people—though in this Imperial Palace where only monsters existed, Father’s rationality and common sense were rare virtues indeed, so Nanakda didn’t consider it a major flaw.
“Hey! If you came back early, help with the housework!”
Nanakda, who had been conversing with his subordinate in front of the Telegraph Office used for foreign communications, burst into laughter at the sight of the little Chamberlain handling the imperial regent duties. The red-haired girl, who appeared to be about ten years old, wore arm guards meticulously fitted on both arms and silver-rimmed magnifying glasses on her face. Everything about her was antiquated except for her appearance.
“Oh my! Grandmother, I have to run away now, so I can’t help you.”
“Is this because Pisha came back with just the Little One first?”
“Yes.”
“Those people are sensitive about the Little One disappearing because of me.”
Uprina Lorowi, who was handling the imperial regent duties, had received reports yesterday that they appeared at the Princess Palace. She was even startled to learn they had emerged from the underground bunker beneath the Princess Palace that had been built and then forgotten. And the moment they arrived, they calmly asked for food, which surprised her twice over. The more vicious the kidnappers, the more shameless they tend to be, so she had sent Kazelnu to investigate the situation.
“My granddaughter is safe, isn’t she?”
“Of course. She’s sleeping soundly in the Princess’s bedroom right now.”
“According to Kazelnu, Pisha was bound in chains and causing a commotion.”
“We freed her in less than an hour. Besides, the Princess didn’t even ask her aunt to remove the chains.”
“That is certainly strange.”
She hadn’t lied. Princess Vishnabel was fundamentally foolish, so hypnosis took less than an hour. The brainwashing took time because afterward, they struggled to hammer moral teachings and proper conduct guidelines into the Princess’s head.
During this process, the Princess showed resistance, causing delays beyond expectations. According to Dharma Religion scripture, one should live only by its teachings, so Nanakda had estimated it would take about two hours to read and have her accept it, but the Princess had thrown a fit, covering her ears and refusing to listen.
He had never encountered a human who, even in her subconscious, so desperately refused to live righteously. Nanakda recalled that when he had reformed a serial killer who had murdered seven people in the past, it hadn’t even taken thirty minutes. Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos was truly a human being of exceptional trash quality.
“Your granddaughter, why is she such a human, well…”
“…”
“…I suppose that’s just how it is.”
“Hmm.”
Though Nanakda hadn’t spoken directly, Yupi understood well enough. Someone who wanted to live life without effort, fundamentally possessed a trashy nature, had a rogue temperament and philandering tendencies, and gave everything to any member of the opposite sex who caught her fancy. Yupi had been watching such people for three generations now, so she was thoroughly accustomed to the ways of Kisomalos.
“That’s just how Kisomalos people are.”
“I’m aware that the Princess’s biological father was a scoundrel.”
“No, that’s not the problem. Her biological grandmother’s character was ruined too, and the ancestors themselves were problematic from the start.”
Yupi shuddered at the thought of Helga Kisomalos, Pisha’s biological grandmother. During that woman’s prime, she had about thirty male lovers, and one day when she returned from war, one of those lovers was lying demurely in Yupi’s own bedroom after ritual purification.
The woman had made a fuss, saying it was a gift for her military achievements, but Yupi had refused, saying she already had a woman she cared for and couldn’t accept such a thing. And the very next day, one of Helga’s female lovers was lying on the bed.
Yupi, fed up, had grabbed Helga by the collar in the Audience Chamber and slammed her down. That woman was absolutely insane. It seemed like she thought it was a friendly gesture in her own way… In any case, after that day, Yupi had devoted all her efforts to spending her life only on the battlefield to avoid getting entangled with Helga.
“This is so infuriating, really! Why did Lulu get hung up on such a person!”
“Please calm yourself, Grandmother!”
Even if her infatuation with her first love Lulu had faded, the second-generation Lulu was a daughter she had raised with affection. Of all people, to hand her over to some rhinoceros-faced brute like Helbatro, a different kind of irritation—different from twenty years ago—surged up, and Yupi kicked the palace pillar repeatedly with her feet.
“Still, ahem, Pisha has Lulu’s blood mixed in, so she’s quite calm for a Kisomalos. She even has some genuinely good qualities.”
“That’s true, I know that too.”
“The thing is, without even being asked, she regularly visits the prison to keep her grandmother company and listen to what I have to say. Ha! She’s just too pure-hearted.”
“You didn’t show it, but you were secretly pleased about that, weren’t you?”
Nanakda employed the skills he usually used during his volunteer work at the Dharma Religion’s senior center. The elderly were no different from children, really—they were delighted whenever someone humored and coaxed them.
“Hey, you had your share in this expedition! Pay up! Kisomalos has no money!”
“How much do you need?”
When Nanakda asked respectfully, Yupi Grandmother tapped away at her calculator, producing estimates for military death insurance payouts and cruiser construction costs. Nanakda remained unflappable at the astronomical figures cascading before him, calmly multiplying by 0.7.
“Could you apply a family discount?”
“What family are you?”
“Grant is the father and teacher of all people.”
“You’re joking.”
Still, since he played with his granddaughter regularly and got along well with Chiron, who resembled Lulu, she’d make a concession. With that, Yupi multiplied by 1.2 on the calculator and thrust it at Nanakda.
“Even that Chiron fellow will accept this.”
“Yes, I’ll get a check.”
Nanakda pulled out his ever-present checkbook and filled it with an absurd number of zeros, signed it, tore it out with a flourish, and pressed it into Yupi Grandmother’s hand.
“When Father arrives, I’ll be beaten to death, so I’ll hide at the temple! Call if anything comes up!”
“Yes, well. Even if you run, he’ll probably drag you back and beat you anyway.”
“That does seem likely.”
Still, one had to struggle, didn’t one, Nanakda said, waving his hand. Not long after the Cult Leader and his subordinates drove off to Ljubljana, the airship carrying the Emperor arrived, and Yupi Grandmother, relieved to finally be freed from her duties as regent, patted her lower back contentedly.

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“Princess! Where is Princess Vishnabel right now?”
The moment Chiron and his party disembarked from the airship, they rushed to find Pisha. Upon hearing from Emily that the Princess was sleeping soundly in the Princess Palace bedroom, everyone looked bewildered.
“Did she really just use a warp stone to arrive first?”
“That seems unlikely.”
“She must have some other scheme. Let’s confirm she’s safe first!”
Driven by Croa’s forceful assertion, the group hurried toward the Princess Palace. Meanwhile, Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos, having awakened, was carefully grooming herself, her voluminous wavy blonde hair cascading loose. She couldn’t fathom why her hair was braided so tightly into those round curls—she wasn’t a child anymore.
“Pisha!”
“Pisha!”
“Your Highness the Princess!”
The Kisomalos Emperor, the King of Media, and the Chief Chamberlain of the Imperial Palace burst through the door in succession. As the crowd rushed in without warning, the Princess was startled, but she maintained her composure and gathered her dress hem.
“Father, you’ve arrived.”
Watching Pisha greet him with flawless adherence to Imperial Palace protocol, Chiron—now fourteen years into his stepfather career—flinched. What’s this? She doesn’t seem like my daughter at all.
“…Where’s that Cult Leader?”
“He fled, saying he didn’t wish to be beaten.”
Watching the Princess tilt her head gently in confusion, Chiron continued his internal monologue. She really doesn’t seem like my daughter.
“…Wait a moment.”
No matter how he thought about it, she didn’t seem like his daughter, so the man excused himself to the Princess and grabbed his head. Then he tapped it like one would a watermelon. Instead of a hollow sound, it produced a firm, solid tone—as if something dense filled the interior.
“Yeah, she’s definitely not my daughter.”
As Chiron muttered this with a serious expression, Princess Vishnabel gently pushed her father’s chest away and smiled sweetly.
“In any case, Father, you’re quite mischievous.”
The Kisomalos Emperor jumped back, distancing himself from the Princess. One thing was certain—she was definitely not his daughter.

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