Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 238

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Chapter 238. What? So Suddenly? (8)
To cut to the chase, Kisomalos had absolutely no idea what exact threshold of divine power needed to accumulate before the contract would be nullified. Shirley and Croa seemed clueless in this direction, but Nanakda and I simultaneously cried out, “This is a disaster!” and hurriedly prepared to return to Kisomalos.
“Why are you acting like this? Pisha, and Cult Leader Nanakda too—what exactly is the disaster?”
“This is a completely ambiguous contract! It’s whatever you want it to be!”
“If that foreign deity insists that not enough divine power has accumulated yet, what are we supposed to do?”
“Gasp.”
Nanakda, as expected. He pinpointed exactly what I wanted to say. Unless Tick-Tock became a special-class deity or higher, it was a contract where his insistence would be final. I knew we had to inform Kirke about this quickly, and it also needed to reach the ears of Rose Rose, that specialist in finding loopholes. So we decided to deploy our sealed trump card.
“Shirley, step on it!”
“Leave it to me!”
If we could break through the expressway connecting Ljubljana to Kisomalos with Shirley’s reckless driving, we could arrive at the Imperial Palace in just one hour. Of course, airships are faster in terms of pure speed, but takeoff and landing consume so much time that in this case, a car is the optimal route.
It was a very simple situation where we just had to entrust our lives to our best driver, Shirley. (Open parenthesis, laugh, close parenthesis.)
“Please let us arrive alive! Please let us arrive alive! Please let us arrive alive!”
“Hey! You curse-slinger, can’t you make some kind of traffic accident prevention charm?”
“Do you think I’m a shaman?!”
Well, if I’m being honest, isn’t the Mortal Realm itself one great shamanic worldview? When I threw out this thousand-year-old debate topic between philosophers and historians, the historian and religious scholar in the vehicle were about to start a discussion battle. But I stopped them. Someone could get injured.
“Hold on tight! Don’t bite your tongue!”
“Aaaah!”
“Ugh!”
I know Shirley’s rapid acceleration technique best of all. Sheryl Achilles, who had been idling intensely until now, shifted gears up to eighth like playing an instrument, then roared forward with a whoosh.
The acceleration subjected my entire body to tremendous G-forces. Especially my neck felt like it would snap. This is why professional racers train their neck muscles so intensely. You can die from a broken neck during racing.
“Kyiiing!”
Kisomalos ascends comfortably and descends directly to the Imperial Palace, so why do I have to suffer like this? When I asked if I could just tag along with Kisomalos for a quick trip to the Heavenly Realm, the golden sheep doll answered that it would be possible once the age of space aviation arrives. The Mortal Realm aviation industry is barely getting started—what kind of space aviation is that?!
“I, I can’t, breathe!”
“Nanakda, there’s an oxygen mask here!”
Nanakda is the weakest physically among us, so he can’t endure Shirley’s driving. We’re managing by tensing our muscles to prevent our prayers and lungs from being compressed, but Nanakda can’t do that, so he’s unable to breathe. Fortunately, we had all emergency equipment stocked in the vehicle just in case.
“Now, if you crouch like this, you should feel better.”
Despite everything, Croa takes good care of Nanakda. When I handed over the equipment, Croa demonstrated how to endure Shirley’s driving and fitted the mask on Nanakda. Seeing him breathing with those wheezing sounds, I could finally relax.
“Shirley! You don’t need to hurry that much, so slow down a bit!”
“What? What did you say?!”
I shouldn’t have bought this gasoline engine vehicle! I approved the purchase because they said it had better ride comfort and less motion sickness than electric cars, but when Shirley gets behind the wheel, the exhaust noise is so loud you can barely hear yourself!
I muttered complaints under my breath and gripped the passenger seat handle tightly. I was self-hypnotizing myself that I just had to endure one more hour, but remarkably, Shirley performed the miracle of arriving at the Imperial Palace in just thirty minutes.
Arriving quickly was good, but I felt dizzy and nauseous. I stepped out of the car, walked three steps, then collapsed face-first and kissed the ground. Crawling forward with difficulty, I called out for Father and Kirke. Though my voice was small, Choco’s ears caught it—she leaped out from Father’s office window, scooped me up, and carried me to Father.
“What’s this? Little ones, why did you get here so fast?”
Kirke let out a worried voice toward us, who were lying in a row on the sofa, cracking her joints. Seeing that only Shirley was fine, Father said, “I see,” and deduced that we must have discovered the loophole in the contract.
What? Father already knew?!
“Heh heh, that Chiron fellow worries about everything. I already asked him to handle something like that.”
“It’s the most common trick Kisomalos fall for. Signing without even checking the contract details.”
“Ugh!”
Now that I think about it, I fell for that with Madam Listo too. When I was young, I accepted a condition that I wouldn’t have to study if I got a perfect score, but then I got 101 points and had to attend class anyway. I heard Helbatro fell for the exact same thing.
“If they insist something is lacking, Chiron agreed to pay in your stead. Listo, Media, and Achilles said they’d lend their strength too.”
“Oh, oh!”
I was so glad I’d cultivated so many communities of shared destiny! I sent silent praises to myself for the life I’d lived in the Kisomalos way, and offered my heartfelt gratitude to Listo, Media, and Achilles.
“You said it was a religious companion, but Grant isn’t participating?”
“Right. Even though he’s become a special-grade believer and has excess divine power.”
“No, on our side, we need to prepare because divine power will be heavily depleted.”
Ah, so granting wishes from the pinnacle of a special-grade deity wasn’t free after all? Perhaps divine power had to be paid to add new rules to the Mortal Realm. Since it involved changing the world’s laws, it might not just be divine power but even divine rank that could be diminished. Given those circumstances, Grant couldn’t lend his strength.
“Well, it’s not like we’ve entrusted him with divine power, and we shouldn’t force anything.”
“Pisha, why are you only taking their side?”
“Didn’t you say the three of us were all equal?”
“No, when did I take a side…”
As I mumbled and fumbled with my words, Father laughed heartily and watched me with amusement. Kirke assured us to leave the affairs of the Heavenly Realm to the deities, and said that since all business was concluded, she would briefly visit Aunt Kazelnu before returning.
Just as we were about to exchange warm farewells, a golden sheep figurine suddenly dropped from the ceiling. Kisomalos had cookie crumbs smeared all around his mouth—apparently he’d been snacking.
“Oh, why are you already here?”
That lazy bastard…
He’d thought we’d take a while to arrive and brought snacks for himself. We fixed him with cold stares, and everyone voiced their honest thoughts.
“That lazy bastard…”
“That golden sheep…”
“No wonder Media gets stress-induced illness…”
“How does he even live like that…”
He’s my ancestor deity, but I’m truly embarrassed. How did such a god even become a high-ranking deity? As I sighed and criticized Kisomalos, the lazy bastard whimpered and shed cotton, while Kirke picked up the golden sheep figurine and brushed the cookie crumbs from around his mouth.
“He’s always been like that. If he ever became a proper young man, that would be the real shock.”
Kirke said she really needed to go now, so I was about to tell her where Aunt might be, when I suddenly remembered something I wanted to ask.
“Oh, Kirke. About that thing where a confirmed future must necessarily come to pass.”
Hearing my words, Kirke seemed to flinch slightly. But her expression relaxed at what followed.
“Before I died once, the ancestor deities of those around me hadn’t grown like this. You said insufficient divine power won’t do, but excess is fine?”
“Hmm, for a Kisomalos, you’re surprisingly clever.”
Isn’t that an insult? Kirke, ignoring my question, brought up the Four Great Creator Deities and the Absolute Deity Laplace, and spoke with confidence.
“Even the emergence of variables falls entirely within Laplace’s calculations. In time, you’ll come to understand that everything has found its proper place.”
Oh… does that mean the divine ranks of those rapidly ascended deities will decrease again? What do I do, this flow suggests that because of Kisomalos, the divine power of surrounding deities will be severely drained.
“Children shouldn’t worry about unnecessary things and should just play hard!”
“Ha ha, yes.”
To call me a child when I’m now an adult who can drink alcohol—but from Kirke’s perspective, having spent ten thousand years in the Heavenly Realm waiting for descendants, I probably look less like a child and more like a newborn baby crying.
Since she’s a grandmother, I let it pass with understanding, and after resting a bit more in Father’s office, we all went together to attend Marshmallow’s lessons.
Everyone did their best in their respective positions, and I attended classes, worked, and oversaw the succession of the Imperial throne. As I spent those busy days, a year had passed before I knew it, and the eve of the coronation ceremony arrived.

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