Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 220

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Chapter 220. For the Protection of the Narrator, This Chapter Proceeds in Third Person (7)
Watching Croa clutch his head in distress and Nanakda puff up with pride, Chiron requested non-alcoholic mojitos, semi-dried squid, and peanuts from the palace attendants.
In one place sat his daughter, and two men who fancied her. The mere existence of this situation was entertaining. It would have been perfect if Shirley were here too.
“Hmm….”
Now that he thought about it, his daughter was far more reserved compared to Helga and Helbatro. The man chewed on the squid that had been brought first, reminiscing about his predecessors.
During Helga’s time, imperial authority was truly formidable—she had roughly a hundred lovers regardless of gender. Helbatro was born with a disagreeable nature, so no woman stayed with him long, but he’d bedded countless women in single nights. Basically, he’d touched every beautiful woman who caught his eye, wouldn’t he?
Compared to those two, Pisha was practically monastic. If it were Kisomalos, one would expect him to flit about touching every handsome man in sight—that would be normal—yet somehow he’d grown into such a desireless being.
The father of this unmarried daughter attributed this to the ancestral deities of both sides.
‘Though their temperaments are also quite something.’
Chiron, who had connections throughout the Divine Realm, had explained that Kisomalos ended badly with Media and couldn’t hold his head high, while Achilles was watching his step because he was the son of a friend. Indeed, it would be awkward to flit about in front of a friend’s son. But the real reason was probably that the ancestral deities themselves had the most wretched temperaments. He’d heard that before Achilles entered the Heavenly Realm, he’d hung Hecta’s corpse from a chariot and driven it around the city walls? In any case, that one wasn’t in his right mind either.
“Oh my, how romantic, but I am a woman who has sworn to remain chaste for Hisperon for life.”
“That’s fine! I’ll wait until you change your mind!”
Right, Nanakda was in the middle of his proposal. Chiron sipped his non-alcoholic mojito and focused on the spectacle. The sight of Nanakda sprawled out saying ‘I’ll wait until you cry, my cuckoo bird!’ was quite impressive. That one really should have become a king ruling a nation rather than a cult leader.
Since the deity that should have gone to Hisperon had shifted to him instead, that man’s life had become quite tangled in various ways. Chiron evaluated this coldly while observing how Croa would act.
“I, I—!”
Would he follow Nanakda’s lead and say he liked Pisha no matter what? If so, it would be disappointing. Chiron prepared to click ‘dislike’ on his evaluation of Croa as he popped a peanut into his mouth.
“Right now I dislike you, Pisha! Even if you truly love Hisperon the most! Please, just tell me that Croa is your favorite, even if it’s a lie!”
Chiron mentally clicked ‘absolutely love’ repeatedly. Yes, this was the kind of willfulness one had to tolerate to call oneself a descendant of Media.
“What are you talking about? If you love someone, you should love them no matter what form they take. You don’t really like Princess Vishnabel that much, do you?”
“From a position where I’ve never heard those words even as a lie, I doubt you’d understand my feelings.”
“Look at this!”
“Come at me!”
“I won’t sell helium to your country!”
“You bastard!”
Excellent! Fight more! Watching Nanakda and Croa grab each other by the hair and brawl, Emperor Kisomalos stood and applauded while laughing heartily. This was the best. This was the fun of being Vishnabel’s father.
“Your Majesty, perhaps you should stop them.”
“Cult leaders need to maintain their appearance—if his hair gets damaged, his followers will leave.”
“No, don’t say that. He’d probably enjoy it even more.”
Nanakda’s subordinates were still chattering away as usual. But if Croa and Nanakda crossed a point of no return while fighting, it would be a loss for Chiron too. The best scenario was for them to fight with each other while remaining in the same place with no real animosity. As a viewer with attachment to the program, it was important to submit opinions to the suggestion box to ensure the broadcast didn’t stop.
“Enough. Don’t we have more important matters to attend to?”
Quickly undo my daughter’s brainwashing. If this continues, the Imperial Family will disappear within ten years due to the plebeian class. When the Emperor said this, Nanakda spouted “Wouldn’t it be good if authoritarianism disappeared?”, and ultimately received a chop on the head from Chiron.
“Don’t forget that you yourself are a beneficiary of authoritarianism.”
A frog that doesn’t know what it was like as a tadpole—the former Emperor’s Son was spouting all sorts of nonsense. Chiron gave Nanakda several more chops, then returned to the desk and reassembled the disassembled pistol. If they didn’t act quickly, he was thinking of shooting them with it.
“Wait just a moment! Once the Princess signs this, we’ll begin work immediately!”
“What is it?”
The Emperor gestured for Nanakda to bring the documents and read through the contract. It seemed this brainwashing incident was something Princess Vishnabel had orchestrated to conclude this very contract.
“I’m stepping down from the throne soon anyway, so it’s not particularly my concern. Croa, you read it too.”
When Emperor Kisomalos called upon the King of Media, Croa rushed over and examined the contract. The paper stated that Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos would never seek out the creator of warp stones and would not use them in any war or conflict. Additionally, it included pressure to announce this fact to the entire Central Continental Alliance and warn other nations against using warp stones.
Since Nanakda knew the Princess’s nature well, the contract was meticulously drafted with prohibitions on every minor detail and thorough restrictions.
“As expected. You said they were voluntary, but they were alive. The warp stone creator.”
“If you’re not going to use it for war and only for logistics and transportation, I’d be willing to provide the technology. In a hundred years.”
In other words, Nanakda had no intention of letting the technology fall into Princess Vishnabel’s hands anytime soon. Since Croa and Ende understood Nanakda’s sentiment well enough, they accepted the terms.
“Pisha, this is the path toward world peace. Please read it over, and if you find it acceptable, sign here.”
The current Pisha would sign without hesitation. After all, Nanakda had deliberately molded her into a model citizen for this very purpose, so he released a sigh of relief.
To strike down Astiages, they absolutely had to utilize warp stones, but once the war ended, Princess Vishnabel would undoubtedly abuse them to turn the entire continent into a sea of flames. A world war would occur. Nanakda, who had foreseen this catastrophe, had suffered nightmares every night since the day before the invasion of Astiages. Now, at last, he was freed from those nightmares. With this contract, the world war would never happen.
“Oh my, war? Such a dreadful word.”
Pisha shuddered at the mention of using warp stones for warfare, but the others shuddered at the fact that Pisha had said such a thing.
“Of course we must sign! Just give me a moment!”
“I’d also like to receive a promise at the national level, so it would be wonderful if you could affix the imperial seal as well….”
“I have no objection.”
Ende summoned his secretary, who brought the state seal and stamped it firmly on the contract. All that remained was for Princess Vishnabel, seated at the table, to lightly inscribe her name.
“Huff!”
Yet the Princess, pen in hand, did not move. She was exerting herself to sign of her own volition, but her body had stiffened unnaturally.
“This is strange. Just a moment, I’ll sign right away… Ugh!”
The Princess strained with such force that the veins in her forearms bulged, yet the pen would not budge. Her hand trembled violently, and blood rushed to it, turning her entire hand crimson.
“Why is Pisha acting like this? Did something go wrong with the brainwashing?”
“No! Both the physical method and the divine power were flawless!”
It hadn’t even taken a full day of careful work. Pisha was now perfectly molded into a model citizen, and signing was the righteous thing to do to prevent war.
“Ugh! Argh! Ahhh!”
A change began to manifest in Princess Vishnabel as she continued to strain. Until moments ago, she had been struggling to sign, but now her other hand began to resist the hand holding the pen.
“Ahhhhh! No! I won’t…!”
A grinding sound emanated from Pisha’s clenched teeth. It wasn’t merely the sound of teeth grinding—it was the sound of teeth cracking and breaking.
“The warp stones, my warp sto…!”
It seemed Pisha’s consciousness was returning. Watching the Princess of Kisomalos break free from the brainwashing through sheer force of will, driven by the singular obsession of waging war across the continent with warp stones, the onlookers could only gasp in amazement.
“Pisha… How much resentment must you have harbored…!”
“She’s insane.”
“No, is this really something that would break through brainwashing?!”
Pisha simply prayed. Kisomalos and the ancestors of the entire Kisomalos Family, grant me strength!
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
The Princess, now almost entirely flushed red, finally shattered the pen with a crack! The ivory fountain pen splintered into pieces, and the Princess’s hand was stained with blood.
“No! The warp stones are mine!”
Pisha unleashed a roar as she tore the contract to shreds. The moment the brainwashing shattered.

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