Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 228

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Chapter 228. Let Us Take a Moment to Contemplate Why This Work Exists in the Romance Fantasy Category (8)
“Your Majesty, that… appearance…”
“Before that, shouldn’t you say something?”
“Ah… May the radiance of the Golden Lamb shine upon you.”
When Ismenios forced the matter of the Golden Lamb, the others also showered me with blessings of the Golden Lamb’s brilliance. That cursed Golden Lamb, now carved up by Media and unable to even stand properly. Since the people of Media happened to revere the Golden Lamb, my twisted mood made me realize my current role was that of a villainess, and I decided to be honest about my petulance.
“The radiance of the Golden Lamb? It’s a Golden Lamb that can’t even hold a candle to Media!”
I propped my feet up on the highest seat in the Conference Hall and lounged about arrogantly. When I snapped my fingers with one hand for a cigarette holder, today’s Emily brought me her vitamin-enriched tobacco and lit it for me.
“W-wait… No, you can’t move at all? But Kisomalos has never been anything but stronger than Media, hasn’t it?”
“It’s what happens up there! Up there!”
When I brought up the affairs of the mid-tier deities—whether they were on good terms or bad—Ismenios, unfamiliar with the relationships between ancestral deities, merely sweated profusely.
Since I was making my displeasure abundantly clear, Croa approached me and gently massaged my shoulders before speaking in a soothing tone.
“Please do not be angry. Those deities surely have their own circumstances, but I myself am utterly helpless before you, am I not?”
“Eh…? You? Before me? When…?”
While I was being petulant, hearing Croa say he was helpless before me was something entirely new, so I gasped in genuine surprise. The man, with a sorrowful expression, gripped my shoulder firmly.
“Had I moved even slightly, I would have died alongside that Cult Leader.”
Ah, so that’s what he meant. Croa has certainly endured much because of that. I keep Nanakda in the Princess Palace because I find his antics amusing to watch, but from the perspective of someone marrying me, it’s hardly a welcome situation.
Croa never reconsidered marrying me because of Nanakda, nor did he drive him away, so it was quite a concession on his part.
Hehe, how fortunate I am that Croa is such a generous fiancé…
“…”
Wait. Now I’m being snippy with Croa again, and it’s making me feel petty. Hey! I’m the future Emperor! I can certainly be a bit jealous next to a cute one!
“No, I’m being held captive like this! What kind of puppet is the King of Media when Kisomalos is the real puppet master!”
In a sudden fit of rage, I struck the table with my fist, and the marble table split cleanly in two with a sharp crack.
Does Media not have any skilled furniture craftsmen? Why does a stone table break so easily?!
As I continued venting my anger, Ismenios looked flustered, and the Anti-Kisomalos Faction members continued to frown. Wait, this isn’t right. They should be the ones trembling, so why is the old marquis looking so apologetic?
“Ismenios, do not worry. I have not come here to fight.”
“I am merely displeased. Lower your tone when you speak.”
“When we first met, it was on Kisomalos soil, so speaking down to you was acceptable then. But now we are on Media soil, are we not? As Croa’s subject, you should show proper respect.”
That is proper etiquette. Even if I were not the Princess but the Emperor himself, I cannot speak carelessly to another’s subject on their own land. Of course, if these Anti-Kisomalos Faction fools were my own subjects on my own soil, every last one of them would be dead by now.
“In any case, it is a pleasure to meet like this. I’m sure you’re all curious about why I requested this gathering…”
“Even if we die, a second and third force will emerge to save the King of Media.”
Oh, so that old woman is the representative? She certainly speaks eloquently.
Those who rose up with Nanakda’s support spoke of how they stood to save the nation according to their conscience, displaying a solemn resolve. To these people who spoke as if they were patriots willing to die for the King and the nation, offering their opinions as if that were their deepest desire, I could only say this.
“So you’ve all come here to die today?”
When I spoke carelessly as if I didn’t understand the situation, the old men and women of the Anti-Kisomalos Faction let out hollow laughs. Seeing the representatives comment one after another that I seemed not to grasp the severity of the situation and wasn’t taking it seriously, I smirked and patted Croa’s shoulder.
“Hey, I’m going to enjoy watching an execution today. You know I like immolation, don’t you, Croa?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
When Croa laughed elegantly at my flippant remark, the old woman who had spoken as the Anti-Kisomalos representative appealed to Croa.
“Your Majesty, open your eyes! You must not continue to be played with in Kisomalos’s hands like this!”
“Croa’s eyes are already open, are they not? Those beautiful amethyst eyes are shining so brightly.”
“Your Majesty, this is embarrassing.”
When I praised Croa and the man bashfully patted my arm, the people in the conference hall expressed their displeasure and began to rise from their seats.
“Sit down. I’ll kill every last one of you who leaves this moment.”
“You, regardless of being the Princess of Kisomalos, in a foreign land….”
“Why? Do you think I can’t?”
Want me to show you? Want to test whether I can kill you or not? As I laughed with a giggle and called for Choco, she came to my side with her hand resting on her sword hilt, having been working as the filming director. From this moment on, if even one of you acts foolishly, I’ll cut you down in the order of your foolishness.
“Stand up. Try standing the way you were before?”
“….”
“Why? You were all so loud about starting a civil war. Now that you’re about to stake your lives, are you getting scared?”
I waited to see if anyone would dare object, but the conference hall was silent as a tomb. I kicked over the split table and hurled my cigarette holder away.
“You cowards who value your own lives, dragging soldiers into battle?!”
These pampered old fools who’ve never set foot on a battlefield think war is a joke! They can’t even voice their opinions at a negotiation table, yet what? They’re going to raise an army to save Croa? You’re all playing games.
As I raged about drawing Choco’s blade and cutting down every last one of them right there, Croa and Ismenios clung to my limbs begging me to show mercy just this once. In truth, if I exerted myself recklessly, I could shake them all off and eliminate everyone, but I decided to play along with being restrained and sat back down in my chair.
“Ah! In any case, the reason I called everyone here is simple.”
I crossed my legs and received a time report from Emily. According to Shirley’s calculations, the bombs would fall in exactly one minute from now.
Whiiiiiing.
Hmm, right on schedule. At the sound of the rocket bomb cutting across the sky, everyone in the conference hall startled and looked upward, and I began my second-by-second prophecy.
“Thirty seconds from now.”
The rocket carrying Lorowi’s special-made bombs flew far, far across the sea. And exactly thirty seconds later, an enormous roar erupted as a mushroom cloud bloomed in the middle of the ocean.
“Ugh, uaaahhh!”
“What, the wind is so strong!”
“More than that, it’s an explosion! Isn’t the Kisomalos Forces approaching nearby?!”
Those fools trembled in shock and terror, causing an uproar. I pushed up the sunglasses I’d prepared beforehand to avoid burning my eyes, and gazed at the distant explosion site.
Hiya, an entire island vanishing from the map like that—what a spectacular sight.
“The Kisomalos Forces have not mobilized. That bomb came from the Kisomalos mainland.”
Relying on rocket propulsion across that vast distance, we dropped it precisely on Media Island. At this, the people were seized by an even greater shock than when the explosion first occurred.
“Th-this is blackmail, you’re blackmailing us right now, aren’t you?”
“That’s right! Blackmail!”
I applauded the person who guessed correctly, then tapped the shattered table and laughed with a chuckle. That’s right, this is blackmail. Why else would I have invited the Anti-Kisomalos Faction to this gathering? I’m not someone with time to spare.
“Do you understand? From now on, if anyone causes trouble, I’ll send this as a gift to their fiefdom.”
Even if they don’t possess the same destructive power as Lorowi’s handmade bombs, our country has plenty of bombs with comparable destructive force. We developed them and had no use for them, so we’ve been stacking them neatly in the storage shed.
I’m absolutely delighted to have found an opportunity to clear inventory. When I conveyed this to the people, the old men and women at the gathering turned deathly pale.
“Ah, now that I think about it, I heard strange rumors about the people gathered here.”
Whether it was that Kisomalos has a bewitching sorceress, or that the King of Media is a puppet of the Princess, all of it came from these people’s mouths, so I asked them to confirm their thoughts.
“Those of you who still believe that the sorceress of Kisomalos is controlling Croa, raise your hands.”
I graciously invited them to do so, yet no one raised their hand.

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