Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 231

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Chapter 231. What? Just Like This, All of a Sudden? (1)
I shrieked when the bouquet struck me—but the real pain came later, delayed and cruel. When Father’s gift box caught the corner of my head, I couldn’t even scream.
“…!”
What was this? Why was it so deceptively heavy? In my irritation, I tore the box open, and a 300-milliliter perfume bottle tumbled out. He’d actually managed to find such a large bottle! Well, it’s true that coming-of-age ceremonies usually come with roses and perfume!
“What kind of perfume is this ridiculously massive? And why does the glass bottle look like that? Is it a weapon? It’s shaped like a morning star?!”
“I had it custom-made with your birth flower, mistletoe, as the base note.”
“What, how thoughtful!”
“By the way, the rice wine you’ve been drinking all this time—I brought some from the year you were born.”
“Why are you acting like this, Father?!”
Why was he doing something he’d never done before? Had the time come for him to pass away? Since Father wouldn’t act this way without reason, I thought it through, and one thing nagged at me. It was because of what I’d said earlier. This bone-headed man was planning to brush off my coming-of-age ceremony with this.
“I’m going to have a proper coming-of-age ceremony! You gave Croa and Shirley grand celebrations! I’m going to have an absolutely luxurious one too!”
“A coming-of-age ceremony and a coronation aren’t things you can hold after just a few months of preparation. When exactly are you planning to inherit the throne?”
“Ugh!”
I’d been planning to spend about a year preparing for the coming-of-age ceremony and about two years for the coronation, but had he really seen through me? After I’d been brainwashed and postponed the events, I’d completely overhauled my plans to prepare the coming-of-age party from scratch. I should have delayed things a bit more!
“You’re saying you want to redecide the theme colors and dress code for the coming-of-age banquet before the coronation, so how could I not notice? Unless I were an idiot!”
“Eek, eek eek!”
“Even if Helbatro comes back alive, your schemes will be transparent as glass!”
“Eeeek!”
No matter how much he wanted to treat me like a fool, bringing up Adoptive Father’s name was crossing the line, wasn’t it?! I was about to smash the perfume bottle, but instead I just tore the rose petals to shreds and let out a wail.
“Even so, this isn’t fair! I’m going to have a coming-of-age ceremony! The most extravagant and luxurious one in the world!”
“Don’t tear the roses—you’ll hurt your hands!”
“Okay!”
Father examined my hands carefully, checking if the rose thorns had pricked me, confirmed there were no wounds, and then tossed them aside dismissively. Make up your mind—be affectionate or cold, you foolish father!
“Your coming-of-age ceremony ends here. Focus on conducting the coronation safely within the year.”
“Waaahhh! I don’t want to! I’m going to have a coming-of-age ceremony! A really amazing one! Waaahhh!”
“Crying won’t help.”
Let’s see if crying helps or not.
I sat down hard on the floor and cried with all my might for ten, twenty minutes. I lost so much fluid that I became parched and even drank alcohol while crying, but Father showed no sign of backing down this time—he simply stood there with his arms crossed, looking down at me unmoved.
“Sniff, sob, a coming-of-age ceremony, sniff sniff, an amazing one, hic, a luxury cruise trip.”
“A cruise trip, now where did that come from?”
“Ah, I don’t know! I wanted to do that too! It’s become fashionable in Media!”
Ugh, now that I’m older, I’m too exhausted to cry harder. After I’d cried myself out and was just hiccupping, Father pulled out a handkerchief, blew my nose for me, and then picked up a heap of mackerel sashimi with chopsticks.
“I’ll make your coronation the most luxurious in the world, even if I have to spend my own money. So stop this now.”
“…Really?”
Father wasn’t Chiron Duke or anything anymore—did he have money? When I asked this practical question, Father said that even just Ende’s personal assets, excluding all the Duke’s House properties and real estate, were enough to pay off my debts.
Wow… what, Father was rich?
“Sniff, Father, why are you so rich?”
“While you were showing off doing business with future knowledge after your regression, I invested in both your company and two competing firms.”
Whoa! Right, there was a method like that?! Since both would hit it big anyway, spreading the investment meant the profits would double!
Just looking at the air conditioning business—I’d struck first and made good money, but since my understanding of cooling systems was shallow, when Havilland released their next and subsequent models, I got pushed out of the market. He’d invested in my business during that initial windfall, then switched to Havilland, betting on stability!
“No, wait—if there was such a method, why didn’t you tell me!”
“How is a Princess drowning in debt supposed to invest in anything?”
“Ugh!”
He always says the right thing. But honestly, it feels like I’ve been struck across the head. People who are doing well really do well in any situation. I’m the type who falls backward and breaks her nose.
“Tch, investment genius indeed.”
Father really is remarkable. Not just with money, but he’s also carefully selected and raised only the finest people—Kisomalos, Media, Achilles, Alset, and even Genie Teacher. On top of that, Looping successfully inherited Chiron Duke’s position thanks to Father’s support, and if I count sponsorship as raising someone, Doctor Marichi was also raised by Father’s money.
Thanks to that, Chiron ascended from a lower deity to an upper deity in just fifteen years. They say once fate is set, it doesn’t change, and since he was already a middle-tier deity before regression, returning to that rank would have been easy, but reaching upper-tier deity status was purely because Father hard-carried him.
“Hmm…?”
Something just bothered me. What on earth was it?
“Anyway, stop your whining and eat and drink.”
“Ack! Don’t shove it in! I’ll eat it myself!”
Father pushed a piece of raw mackerel he’d picked up with chopsticks into my mouth, and my cheeks puffed out as I barely managed to chew and swallow. After rinsing my mouth with a cup of rice wine, I let out a satisfied sound.
“Ahhh!”
“Just from the sound, you’d think you were a seasoned drinker of ten years.”
“Even combining my pre-regression experience, I haven’t even reached two years.”
“This time, live long.”
Yes, I should. I gulped down the wine Father poured and eagerly ate the mackerel and abalone sashimi.
Now that I’d calmed down a bit, I had the leisure to open my coming-of-age gift.
“Sniff, sniff—is this mistletoe flower scent?”
“No. It would be the top note if it appears right after spraying, so it must be narcissus.”
“Huh? Narcissus?”
“March first. Croa’s birth flower.”
“Wow! You really are thoughtful!”
Father is incredibly meticulous. If I tell Croa about the perfume, he’ll love it too. It’s a blend of both their fragrances.
“Since Croa’s birth flower is in it, you must have included Shirley’s birth flower too?”
“That one is oleander, so I couldn’t include it.”
“Oh…”
Oleander is dangerous, so I understand why it couldn’t be included, but Shirley will be disappointed. I was about to say this when I noticed a green gemstone that looked like Shirley’s signature color embedded in the perfume cap. When I asked if this symbolized Shirley, Father nodded.
“The birthstone for August happens to be peridot.”
“Wow!”
All three childhood friends are included! This gift is so meaningful and wonderful! How can I even use something this precious?
“Father, thank you. Since it’s precious, I’ll use it sparingly on important days.”
“The scent will fade, so use it all up quickly.”
Still, how could he? If it’s custom-made, there’s no way another fragrance exactly like it exists in the world. I poured out all the gratitude I couldn’t express while crying earlier, drinking wine, and sprayed the perfume so much my head started to hurt.
After that, I must have drunk too much and lost consciousness. When I came to, I was on a bed in the Princess Palace. Father must have carried me to my room. My head was throbbing with pain.
“Ugh.”
The moment I sat up, I felt nauseous, and the Emilys panicked and rushed over with a basin. My first hangover in this life had begun.

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I had taken a hangover cure, yet my head still felt as though it might split open. I considered resting for the entire day, but Father’s words from yesterday echoed in my mind—I needed to at least secure an appointment.
“Emily! I shall formally propose marriage to Croa!”
When I instructed her to prepare not a telegram or telephone call, but a handwritten letter accompanied by marriage registration documents, Emily of today accepted the command with a delighted expression.
To elevate Kisomalos’s divine status, marriage or adoption was the surest path to expanding my relatives. With Media’s divine rank already so elevated, this single marriage would draw Kisomalos’s divine power flowing abundantly.
“And soon, I shall convene an important conference at the Princess Palace. Send invitations to all those I shall name!”
Father was right—this was no time for me to indulge in laziness. I needed to sharpen my wits, manipulate the right people, and elevate Kisomalos to a superior deity. This conference would prove just as vital as my marriage to Croa in raising Kisomalos’s divine status.
“Your Majesty, what title shall I record for the conference?”
“Ah, transcribe it carefully.”
Knowing the designation would be lengthy, I drew a deep breath and delivered the entire sentence in one go.
“‘A Conference to Discover Methods of Binding Nanakda to My Side Without Resorting to Marriage!'”
I announced it clearly, but the Emilies all wore expressions of exasperation.

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