Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 24

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Chapter 24. Though You’re Not My Precious Lover, What Can I Do for You Right Now? (1)
The day of the coronation.
To announce that Chiron was the rightful Emperor, I placed the imperial crown upon his head with my own hands and took the oath. Prisoner also pledged before everyone that he would merely hold the throne until I came of age. Most of those gathered for the coronation applauded with reluctant expressions on their faces.
I executed my biological father by burning yesterday, and today I’m smiling brightly—it won’t look pretty, but such is duty. Today is a joyous occasion for a new Emperor’s ascension; should I weep about my father’s death instead? How foolish of them all.
There was no reason to shed tears in the first place, but after serving that stubborn old fool for so long, everyone had become just as stubborn.
Above all, I had resolved to become nothing more than a beautiful ornament at Prisoner’s coronation, all for the sake of meeting Hisperon. A bright smile, graceful movements, and even the latest feature—when pressed on the back, I would recite, “May the radiance of the golden lamb be with us.”
After I sat on Showwindow Father’s lap and parroted the prescribed words, I excused myself from Prisoner’s embrace the moment I finished greeting the major houses, and I sought out the Chief Chamberlain.
I’d done my part. The rest were just unremarkable nobles who served spirits below the divine rank, and since Hisperon might be dispatched to the battlefield immediately after meeting with Prisoner, this was my only chance.
“Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother!”
I rushed toward the Chief Chamberlain, laying on every bit of charm I possessed. The woman regarded me with an expression that said the world was dreadfully awful, but she didn’t treat me with the rudeness she showed Prisoner.
What on earth had happened between Prisoner and Grandmother? I was curious, but that wasn’t what mattered now.
“Did I do good? Can I meet Hisperon now?”
“That’s disgusting, so stop it.”
“Oh, Grandmother! Doesn’t Grandmother think Pisha is cute?”
“Listening to this makes me irritable, so please stop.”
“Even if you treat me poorly, I’ll still—”
“Sigh.”
Why are you genuinely relieved?
I felt deeply displeased, but there was no time to dwell on it now.
Please, just one visit! Please, just once! If not now, I might never see him again! He dies at twenty!
“There’s no helping it. I’ll send word to the Outer Palace. How could a mere commoner refuse when the legitimate heir of Kisomalos summons him?”
“No, I’m not a commoner!”
As I shrieked indignantly, Grandmother covered her ears and told me to wait quietly in the Princess Palace, and I screamed “Kyaaah!” as I bolted toward my residence.
“Have you no sense of propriety? What on earth are you screaming about?”
You old hag! So many wrinkles! Ugly! You smell like an old person!
I cursed freely in my heart and dashed away. Grandmother’s nagging about not running in the corridors continued, but once I was far enough away, her voice faded from earshot.
I couldn’t change clothes immediately, so I threw on the most beautiful cloak I owned, and sweat poured down my body from within. But I had to endure it. This was a matter of my pride. After all, what girl doesn’t want to look absolutely beautiful before the boy hero she adores?
“Your Highness, Hisperon has arrived.”
“Kyaaaaaah!”
What do I do, what do I do! Oh my goodness! He actually came! Unbelievable!
I had intended to wait quietly in my room, but I couldn’t contain myself, so I decided to go to the entrance to greet him. With Emily and the attendants in tow, I hurried toward the entrance, and there at the end of the corridor, I saw Hisperon.
Just as the rumors said—from head to toe, everything pitch black! No light in his eyes! Dead eyes! So cool! So composed!
“Kyah!”
I tried to dash toward the boy hero in one leap, but I stepped on the hem of my cloak and made a strange “thud” sound as I tumbled forward. My entire body scraped across the floor. My arms, my forehead—everything burned, and there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t hurt.
“Your Highness!”
But I rose to my feet. As the legitimate heir of Kisomalos, I must stand alone under any circumstance.
Standing steadfastly on my own, I grasped my skirt and gave Hisperon a graceful greeting.
“It’s… it’s an honor to meet you. Boy hero Hisperon. I am… Pisha.”
“Are you all right?”
“Pardon? Oh, yes! I’m perfectly fine!”
I laughed it off with a wave of my hand, insisting it was nothing, when something warm trickled down my face. Alarmed, I touched my forehead and found crimson blood smeared across my fingertips.
“…Emily.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Healing spirit stone.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Hehe, this little scratch will be cured with just one spirit stone.
I reassured Hisperon and quickly ushered him to my chambers. He graciously handed me his handkerchief to wipe the blood away—a treasure I resolved never to launder, but to keep for the rest of my life.
“You were looking for me, I hear?”
“Yes, yes! I’ve always held you in the highest admiration!”
I answered with nervous intensity, then launched into a recitation of that historically famous chain strategy. The final part—when the hero made his last stand and reinforcements arrived—was an absolute emotional tornado that brought tears to my eyes.
The young hero’s courage, unwavering resolve, brilliant tactics, and miraculous mercenary skills displayed without divine blessing—these were everything that had moved me to tears when I finished reading Hisperon’s biography.
“You’re so amazing, truly amazing! Young hero! Please, please give me your autograph!”
“I am not worthy of Your Majesty’s admiration. I beg you to speak more humbly of me.”
“What nonsense… No, wait. What a delightful jest! If I don’t admire the young hero, then there’s truly no one left in this world worthy of admiration.”
I insisted on this point passionately and ordered my attendant to prepare parchment for his signature at once.
“Your Majesty! I’ve brought the healing spirit stone!”
“Must you announce it so loudly?”
Why was she broadcasting my injury as if it were something to boast about?
I tapped Emily’s hand and grasped the spirit stone.
While most dangerous divine artifacts and spirit stones require an activation procedure to release their power, healing spirit stones work simply by being held—they emanate their restorative energy to mend the body’s wounds.
“…Huh?”
Yet my arm and head showed no signs of improvement. What’s this? Is it defective? Has it expired?
“My apologies.”
An unexpected voice offered the apology. Hisperon looked flustered and rolled up his sleeve.
“The healing power was drawn to me instead. I’ll step outside.”
“Gasp!”
What is this? His entire body was covered in bruises! Why hasn’t he received treatment? Is Astiages impoverished? No, they’re wealthier than our nation!
“Does that Emperor bastard not distribute spirit stones to his army?”
“I came here alone, you see….”
“What kind of nonsense is that?!”
“….”
I unleashed thirty-eight varieties of curses I’d learned from my Aunt, then called for Emily. Now that I thought about it, it was strange that someone with no apparent illness suddenly died in the barracks! This must have been a chronic condition—he died at twenty without ever recovering!
“My mind is clear, perfectly clear! Healing spirit stone! The Emperor should have supplied it, he should have!”
“That is… I did not accept it, but. As you know, my origins….”
“Gasp! That damned Emperor, treating the young hero this way!”
“Ah, that… being called ‘young hero’ has been embarrassing me since earlier.”
Why wouldn’t I call a young hero a young hero? You’re only fifteen! That makes you a boy! So who told you to die at twenty?! That’s exactly why you’ll be remembered as the young hero forever!
“Wahhhhh!”
“Are you alright? I fear I’ve been disrespectful.”
“Emily!”
I had Emily bring a Healing Divine Stone from the Imperial Treasury. With that alone, I would live healthily for the next ten years without a single ailment. If that Emperor bastard won’t protect humanity’s treasures, I’ll have no choice but to empty my own coffers.
“Forgive me, Your Highness, but a Healing Divine Stone cannot be retrieved with your authority alone. It is simply too precious, you see.”
“If I drain the entire Princess Palace budget, that should be enough to procure one.”
“But, Your Highness—”
“Listen to me!”
For the sake of the young hero before my eyes, I made a single resolve.

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