Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 237

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Chapter 237. What? Just Like This, All of a Sudden? (7)
“Let’s move to a quieter place.”
“Pisha, this way, please.”
Word of Grant’s ascension to Special-Grade Deity had spread well, and everyone had witnessed the declaration of adoption and the signing of the contract. We decided to relocate to somewhere more private.
Under the guidance of Nanakda’s security detail, we entered the VIP Reception Room, where everyone settled into chairs and sofas with a collective sigh of relief. Just as I was about to look for something to drink, a jointed doll with a twisted neck suddenly dropped from the ceiling.
“Kyaaaah!”
“Kyaaaah!”
“Kyaaaah!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Eek, terrifying! What is this?! I screamed in shock, but then I realized that Shirley, Croa, Nanakda, and I were all shrieking in nearly identical tones, which made me laugh a little.
“Huh?”
Once my initial fright subsided and I looked more carefully, I realized it was Kirke! She moved her divine form with jerky, mechanical motions, then twisted her neck back into place and greeted us with, “Hello there, children.”
“Oh, hello.”
“Ah… I trust you have been well.”
“Please don’t startle people like that!”
“What brings you from your temple?”
If Kisomalos was here, and now Kirke as well, something important must be happening. I paused to think, then suddenly remembered that Kirke was a former specialist in crushing Special-Grade Deities, and I caught my breath sharply.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already looked into what Grant intends to do now that he stands at the apex of Special-Grade Deity power, and the old ones in the Heavenly Realm held a conference and sent their approval.”
Thank goodness. She hadn’t come to crush him after all. Besides, the overseer had changed to the Doctor, and Grant is a kind and sincere person, so he wouldn’t make any strange wishes.
Of course, deities who are too sincere and idealistic sometimes make rather unhinged decisions. But looking at the Dharma Religion’s teachings, they compromise reasonably with reality, so I suppose I needn’t worry about Grant in that regard.
“…”
More than that, it’s strange how Kirke doesn’t find it odd that she knows about Heavenly Realm affairs even though I erased her memories. This is what frightens me about aging. I should die before I lose my mind.
“The reason I came today is… well, should I say it’s because of a request from Chiron and just Chiron?”
Seeing Kirke laugh with amusement, it seemed clear she hadn’t come for anything unpleasant. Grandmother stroked both the golden sheep figurine and my head affectionately, then said something that could have been either praise or insult: “Those two are certainly loved unconditionally.”
“Actually, Chiron asked me to look into something about an Outside Deity. He said Kisomalos seems to have gotten duped by that Outside Deity.”
Duped? An Outside Deity—was she talking about that god I’d made a reservation with for infinite regression?
“Kisomalos got duped?!”
“Ah, well, I was in a hurry at the time, and it wasn’t the moment to be careful!”
Now that I thought about it, Kirke couldn’t perform the exact same magic as that Outside Deity, but she could use similar spells. If I’d asked around among wizard-origin deities, couldn’t I have made a fair trade?
I yanked the golden sheep figurine repeatedly in frustration over the infinite regression reservation. This blasted doll, made by a deity, wouldn’t even tear!
“Aaaah! I’m tearing! I’m tearing, descendant!”
“It doesn’t even hurt anyway!”
“Even so, there’s a matter of principle!”
What do you know, you old fool! I’ve actually been torn apart before! Just as I was about to pull with all my might, drawing on the power of the elixir I’d received from Netcha, Kirke stopped me, saying I should let it go at that.
“That blockhead did his best anyway. You, with your generous heart, should understand.”
“Tch!”
What descendant in this world shows magnanimity to an ancestor deity? I grumbled my complaints and threw the golden sheep figurine onto the sofa. Kisomalos made a whimpering sound and shed stuffing.
“Anyway, I looked into it through my wizard contacts, and apparently a grand sorcerer from K-452b knows the one who drove out Tick-Tock?”
“Ooh!”
“And that acquaintance is apparently a genius at finding loopholes in contracts—with just one loophole, they got Tick-Tock banished from the K-452b planet?”
“Oh, oh my….”
I couldn’t quite tell, but something about this person’s temperament seemed absolutely dreadful.
“So when Kisomalos explained the contract terms to them, they said they might be able to find a loophole regarding the additional divine power payment.”
So they can’t cancel the infinite regression clause entirely. Still, eliminating the additional payment is better than nothing. Truthfully, even if I succeeded in restoring Kisomalos to a higher deity, I’d been worried about how we’d manage with him stripped of his divine power again.
The kingdom had already grown as much as it could, and if Kisomalos remained weak, wouldn’t other deities simply seize the entire realm? That’s why I’d been considering whether Father should continue holding actual authority, or if I should ask Media to defend against attacks from the Divine Realm.
“Kirke, could you tell me the name of this person who’s a genius at finding loopholes? I feel like I should repay their descendants.”
“Ah… well, about that.”
Kirke, who’d been wearing a troubled expression for a moment, revealed the person’s identity to me as if the situation were complicated.
“This person that Kim knows—they’re neither a deity nor a spirit, and not even a mage, so you have no way to communicate with them.”
What… They don’t possess the power or fame to become a deity, and they can’t even use magic, yet they drove out a foreign god? A mere human? Just by finding a single loophole in a contract?
As I stood there with my mouth agape in astonishment, Kirke nodded, acknowledging that this was indeed surprising.
“Kim said that if you’re truly grateful, you could perform a ritual in the name of Rose Rose.”
“Oh, yes.”
A ritual—if things go well, I could even build a temple in the name of Rose Rose.
“Hey, what are you talking about with this infinite regression clause…?”
“Pisha, you’re saying there was such a contract in place, and it’s not even about dying?”
Oh no, I’m going to get scolded again. I decided to deploy my reserved intelligence to escape the situation. Racking my brain harder than usual, I recalled that Kirke had mentioned Father’s name in addition to Chiron’s, and I seized upon that.
“Father asked for something too, didn’t he? Chiron explained the contract terms, so what did Ende ask for?!”
“That one—Moirai isn’t even my specialty, yet he forced me all the way to finding Laplace….”
Huh? Laplace? Isn’t Laplace one of the four absolute deities who created the Mortal Realm? Wow, so Kirke knows an absolute deity? I didn’t quite understand what Moirai was, but since I recognized the name Laplace, I exclaimed in admiration, and Kirke replied that she could only communicate through a chatbot and didn’t really understand either.
“What’s a chatbot?”
“Well, there’s a system set up so you can only ask predetermined questions.”
“I see.”
“For example, there’s an acronym called URS, and if you ask what it means, the system provides an answer.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t really understand, but if I said so, they’d treat me like an idiot, so I just pretended to comprehend.
“Since that one’s request requires a direct meeting to discuss, I should be going now.”
“Oh, yes. Safe travels!”
After Shirley, Croa, Nanakda, and I exchanged farewells, Kirke ascended in a flash, while Kisomalos remained behind.
“Pisha, about that infinite regression clause you mentioned earlier….”
“Ah! Kisomalos! If you’ve become a higher deity, doesn’t that mean we’ve achieved our goal now?!”
So Croa had been holding onto that the whole time. I quickly tried to change the subject again by asking Kisomalos about the problem we were facing. I hadn’t held great expectations since it was him, but seeing him hem and haw while dodging the answer made my blood boil.
“You said you became a higher deity! Doesn’t that mean it’s over now?! You cursed golden sheep of a god!”
“Ahhh! I’m being torn apart! I’m being torn, descendant!”
“Please calm down, Pisha! Let’s hear what Kisomalos has to say first!”
“That’s right! We’ve come this far, so of course he came to say something good!”
With Croa and Shirley each grabbing one of my arms to restrain me, I pretended to give in and released the golden sheep. Kisomalos still seemed hesitant, his eyes darting away as he finally opened his mouth.
“Well, you see, before I turned back time, I was on the verge of becoming a supreme deity….”
“Yes.”
“In the contract terms, it, well, precisely, that specific number had to be reached, and….”
So how much longer until we reach that exact figure? When I posed the question, the golden sheep clamped its mouth shut and squeezed its eyes tightly closed.
I was genuinely tempted to rip that thing apart.

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