Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23. Chiron’s Side Story – Why You Met Me (2)
[Later, when you became a Grand Duke and executed Kisomalos’s last bloodline, that fool went foaming at the mouth to find a foreign god and poured out every last shred of divine power—even power he didn’t have—to turn back time. That foreign god supposedly has the ability to reverse time, but the price is astronomical…]
“You say he poured out power he didn’t have—are you telling me you helped him?”
[You look like a bear on the outside, but you’re sharp as a fox.]
Kisomalos begged on his knees for the foreign god to save his bloodline just once, and Chiron, feeling responsible since his own bloodline had caused the accident, shared his divine power with him.
Thus, Chiron, who had been a mid-tier god, fell in rank to a lower-tier god.
Because I destroyed a newborn god who was supposed to ascend to the rank of special-tier god within the year, Kisomalos had to exhaust all his current divine rank and still came up short on the final payment.
And starting from sixteen years later, if any act of sacrificing upper-tier divine power occurs, the same value must be paid on the same day to maintain balance…
I’m not entirely sure of the details, but the conclusion is that my family’s god also became entangled and must bear the same karmic debt.
When Chiron told me to take responsibility since it was all my fault, I boldly refuted him. I cannot repent for sins I don’t even remember committing.
And that Kisomalos’s last bloodline deserved to die, so he died.
I expected it, but because I added a few more words, Chiron beat me until I was nearly dead. And when I woke from the dream, he added the note that this last bloodline was the Little One snoring away in the room next to mine.
He also informed me that if Chiron himself couldn’t restore his divine rank to mid-tier, I would have to bear all the karmic debt and live a dull life forever.
I woke from the dream and tasted despair.
That innocent, kind, young Emperor—he would grow into such trash that he’d be executed by quartering?
‘Why? Is it because of Lorowi?’
No matter how much I thought about it, the only suspect was Lorowi.
Helbatro was a bit odd in personality, but he was kinder than people thought. After meeting Lorowi, he became strange. So it was safe to say that Lorowi was the root of all problems.
Responsibility. Responsibility, huh…
Helbatro was already ruined beyond saving. The only way to continue Kisomalos’s bloodline was for me to protect that young Emperor.
But my time of reflection hadn’t ended yet. I’d decided to stay here until my young nephew became an adult.
Living a dull life forever is tremendously unfair, but what can I do? I’m already living a dull life in this Prison.
The Little One is pitiful, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m confident I could raise that Little One thirty-seven billion two hundred seventy thousand times better than Helbatro, but since I’d decided to stay here until my nephew became an adult, I didn’t want to change my plans.
If he’s going to grow into trash later anyway, it was better not to pity him.
The problem was that despite my resolve, the child kept looking adorable.
Hmm… Helbatro had his cute moments when he was young too. But he’s trash now.
It seemed the Emperor’s bloodline and foolishness played a part in making the Little One look cute.
Well, animals and children are cuter the more foolish they are.
As for his appearance, he naturally looked cute since he resembled Helbatro.
The fact that he knew he was cute was funny and adorable. Moreover, his reluctance to eat delicious food alone was admirable and endearing.
If a child was too greedy and only thought of himself, he could easily become unlikeable.
In that respect, he definitely resembled Helbatro. When that fool was young and found himself in a position to monopolize something, whether an object or food, he’d first boast about it to me excessively, then suffer alone, and eventually share it with me.
‘Now that I think about it, he loved strawberries so much.’
To the point of seeking out-of-season fruit even while imprisoned in this Prison—just how much does he love strawberries?
Peculiarly, the Little One understood strawberry cultivation, and when he said, “This year’s hothouse strawberries are really delicious,” I nearly suffocated trying not to laugh.
It was just funny. The fact that those words came out of that Little One’s mouth at all.
He looks cute but has a ferocious temperament, and being fundamentally carnivorous, he resembles an otter.
Right. That Little One resembles an otter. Like an otter that looks cute when you reach out your hand, but will bite your fingers off.
I’m confident I could raise him well.
First, I’d eliminate Lorowi, who would only bring harm to Little One’s life, and provide thorough character education to ensure she doesn’t become trash….
But if she were truly trash, she wouldn’t have been caught so thoroughly as to warrant execution, would she?
Perhaps her worldly wisdom was lacking, or her judgment of people was poor?
If so, that made sense. That Little One seemed like she’d be easily deceived.
The root of the problem was evident from the very start—she treated someone as suspicious as me with such familiarity after just a few exchanges of words.
So being easily deceived was the issue? How was I supposed to correct such foolishness?
As I pondered this and that, the thought that she’d remain here anyway made my enthusiasm deflate entirely.
But then the Little One in the adjacent room accomplished something extraordinary.
She pardoned my crimes in the name of Kisomalos’s true bloodline. She even gave me an order to do whatever I wished.
If that were the case, there was no reason to remain confined any longer.
At that moment, I thought: this Little One is quite lacking if she can pardon my crimes. I’d have to look after her for life, or she’d come to ruin.
The sin of killing my Uncle’s family was pardoned by Kisomalos’s Princess. And the meaning of “do as you wish” was essentially her granting me permission to become the Princess’s guardian, wasn’t it?
I’d been preoccupied with that very matter for some time, so with the Little One’s consent, there was nothing holding me back.
I went straight home, shut myself in the Study, and read every parenting book I could find. Then I gathered elite soldiers, trained them, and charged into the Imperial Palace.
As expected, Little One accepted me as her father on paper.
Chiron’s reign as Emperor truly began in earnest.
After I set the execution date for Helbatro and volunteered to become Pisha’s father.
I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into slaying the aggressive Helbatro Faction members who attack daily, when Chiron appeared in my dream—not even Christmas—and beat me while cursing that I’m the bastard who keeps killing him, then vanished.
But pain is fleeting and joy is eternal.
Because of Pisha, the Imperial Palace never had a quiet day, and reports that she was caught by toys and deceived by lies during lessons made my exhausting days end refreshingly.
The Chief Chamberlain, who glared at me as if to kill when she saw me holding Pisha on the throne, continued to curse me every time our eyes met afterward, but she maintained her dignity in front of Pisha.
A father’s role is crucial in child-rearing. And since Little One lacked a mother, I needed to care for her all the more devotedly.
So I decided to do less work and finish it quickly, then invest my time in meeting and playing with Pisha.
The first game we played together was house, and it was a meaningful time where I could understand Pisha’s views on family and marriage. The only regret was that something twisted in her judgment at the end, causing Pisha to cry terribly, and I was scolded severely by Madam Listo just like old times.
Well, I’ll just play with her that way going forward.
Anyway, Little One showed remarkable interest in mercenary tactics this time. She called Bridget’s sisters to discuss the conquest of Loruruje Fortress, and when I added military science to her lessons, she was absolutely delighted.
That she’s so fond of some boy hero or whatever…I won’t think about it.
She’s still a child, so her judgment isn’t developed yet. Once she grows a bit more, she’ll realize I’m far greater.
Anyway, war…. Since she’s still young, she can’t experience actual combat yet, but I should prepare for her to see the Battlefield as soon as possible.
What if what Pisha aspires to isn’t a benevolent ruler who strengthens domestic affairs and cares warmly for her people, but a tyrant who thrives on the Battlefield?
A child should dream big.
Perhaps because she carries half of Lorowi’s blood, she certainly has more courage than Helbatro.
I checked the item about acquiring a pet for the child’s emotional development and gathered people. To go to war, she needs strategists and soldiers. It would be reassuring to have trustworthy friends.
Kisomalos is a god who gains strength the more talented people surround him. This would certainly aid in recovering divine status.
Hehe, just accept it quietly. Now that I’m a father, I’ll provide everything.
By raising Pisha, Chiron would recover his divine status, and I’d never have a dull moment in my life—it was nothing but beneficial for both of us.
I felt satisfied with my excellent judgment and resolved to begin selecting Pisha’s friends.

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