Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 240

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Chapter 240. P.S. I Love You
I noticed the flaw in the contract from the very beginning. When Chiron confessed that he’d traveled back through time, when Kisomalos revealed his contract, and when Princess Vishnabel disclosed her regression—that’s when I first sensed something was amiss.
To prevent the collapse of the timeline, the future must be restored to its predetermined state. For that to happen, Kisomalos must return to being a Superior-Grade Deity.
But beyond the predetermined future where Kisomalos becomes a Superior-Grade Deity, isn’t there another fate already sealed?
The death of Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos. A predetermined future cannot be defied. So then, even if Kisomalos is restored to a Superior-Grade Deity, wouldn’t his descendant, Princess Vishnabel, still be unable to escape death?
Was he scheming to establish a different heir and discard Princess Vishnabel as a sacrificial pawn? I watched carefully because Kisomalos seemed capable of such cunning, but….
“Descendant! I became a deity! Now I can even speak?!”
“Wow! Kisomalos is amazing!”
That fool harbored no such dark intentions. So there was only one answer: that simpleton Kisomalos hadn’t anticipated in the slightest that the Princess would die according to the predetermined future.
Princess Vishnabel was the same. She was consumed with restoring her ancestor to a Superior-Grade Deity, firmly believing that once this task was completed, she would survive and escape the curse of early death.
Half of me was curious when she would realize this truth, and half of me hoped she would never realize it and meet a peaceful death. At first, that was my thinking. If I brought someone other than the Princess to continue Kisomalos’s bloodline, I believed my responsibility would be fulfilled.
So I continued to monitor Trimuti, Helbatro’s illegitimate child. According to the predetermined causality, once Princess Vishnabel restored Kisomalos to a Superior-Grade Deity and died, I would have no choice but to place Trimuti on the throne.
But the Princess’s death was a matter for later, and who knew what variables might emerge in the meantime? I did my best to raise the Princess and even helped her reclaim her divine status.
Every day was joyful. There were peaceful days, and days filled with spectacles. There were days when I was furious to my core, and nights I couldn’t sleep from worrying about the Princess. Perhaps there were more days I couldn’t laugh, yet all of those days were precious to me.
I wished this time would continue forever. Yet the passage of time was synonymous with the approach of Princess Vishnabel’s predetermined death.
Just as I was trying to suppress my worries, an event occurred: Hisperon’s death. The future that was already determined cannot be changed. Hisperon, who had died young before time was reversed, died again around the age of twenty.
The future does not change. There are no variables. Vishnabel will die. There is no helping hand, no salvation. Then, I had no choice but to become the variable myself.
To pursue this, I consulted with Lorowi, who had taken the form of a ten-year-old child. I asked if there was a way for me to become a variable, and she called me mad and drove me away. I thought an alchemist might have some solution, but alchemy alone proved insufficient.
It was then that I happened to meet Kirke, the Grand Mage. Kisomalos’s fortune is truly remarkable. To bring someone who would extend his lifespan so easily….
“I have more to discuss with Kirke. Everyone else, prepare yourselves thoroughly.”
The little ones were excited about going to the Maze, so I decided to use this opportunity to explore with Kirke how the Princess might escape death.
“Ah, certainly. If she’s already suffered the curse of early death in the future, she cannot escape that fate.”
“As I thought.”
If a deity who lived ten thousand years in the Heavenly Realm said it, then it must be certain. I told Kirke what I had been thinking and asked if I myself could become the variable.
“…Are you insane?”
“Not at all.”
“Only a madman would suggest dying in someone else’s place.”
“The Princess died because of my mistake, so it’s only right that I fix it myself.”
“Good grief, you lunatic….”
I hadn’t arrived at this resolve from the beginning. That’s why I tried to secure Trimuti and have him continue Kisomalos’s line. But my heart changed. After all, I cannot imagine anyone but Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos as the Emperor of Kisomalos.
“Later, my resolve won’t waver…, will it?”
“It won’t.”
“Well, it’s not my specialty, but we’ll have to tamper with the Moirai System.”
Moirai—does that refer to the three goddesses who measure the threads of fate? But after the great upheaval in the Heavenly Realm, all perfect divinity was banished, wasn’t it?
When I mentioned this, Kirke marveled that a mere human knew so much, then explained that while perfect divinity was used to outsource fate, that authority originally belonged to Laplace.
“We’ll have to approach Laplace and attempt to transfer the fate.”
“I didn’t expect it to be resolved so simply.”
“It’s not simple at all, you fool!”
The Chamberlain struck my head repeatedly with her magical girl wand. As Kirke lectured me about how carelessly I spoke of throwing away my life, I replied that for my daughter, nothing would be too great a sacrifice—and the woman fell silent.
“Oh dear… what am I to do with you.”
The Chamberlain, having promised to do her best, returned to the Heavenly Realm and proved why she was a Grand Mage. She had succeeded in making me a variable in Princess Vishnabel’s destiny. Fate had shifted. Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos had escaped the danger of sudden death after elevating that damned golden sheep to a Superior Deity.
“So what are you going to do now? Shouldn’t you tell everyone around you—or at least Pisha—everything?”
“Well…”
Was there any real need? If that Little One stepped forward, things would only get more complicated. It was better if Vishnabel never knew.
“Then when do I die?”
“Who knows. You saw what happened with Hisperon, didn’t you? He was supposed to die before reaching twenty, but if things go well, you might last a few more years.”
“I see.”
Ideally, I’d like to hand the throne to the Princess and depart. If I’m being greedy, I’d hope to see Pisha complete all the ceremonies with those three foolish Little Ones.
Truly, it’s just my selfish wish.
After Kirke left, I lived my days as usual. The Absolute Deity Laplace seemed to be on my side, granting me considerable reprieve, and I was able to witness the Princess’s first betrothal and coronation.
“….”
This was as far as it would go. Suddenly, I had that premonition.
“Sigh….”
I decided to smoke one last cigarette on the Veranda. The new Emperor’s Bedroom was dark—he must have already fallen asleep, exhausted. He turned down both cigarettes and drinks, choosing sleep instead, which is a bit disappointing, but that’s how children are. They never go according to their parents’ wishes.
“Haha.”
I never expected to have a child. I never dreamed that Helbatro’s biological daughter would become my own.
And I never knew that raising that daughter would be so entertaining and exasperating. I hadn’t anticipated it at all. Perhaps that’s why. The disappointment I feel now, the longing—it’s all because watching that Little One had been so much fun.
“She’ll be surprised when morning comes.”
Should I write down a simple explanation of how things came to be? Even if I write it roughly, that Little One is smart enough to figure out what happened quickly.
Vishnabel is incredibly foolish, but when she applies herself, she’s remarkably brilliant. It’s not just me overestimating her because I’m her father. My daughter really is someone who gets things done when she sets her mind to it.
“….”
How should I write the opening? What content should I include? As I tapped my pen against the desk in contemplation, I simply wrote the essential points and began wrestling with another dilemma.
You died because of my mistake. So this time, it’s only right that I use my life for you.
“….”
The message was already sufficient. Anyone who needed to understand would understand. So what was I hesitating about? I held my pen still and continued writing.
P.S.
I thought it would be good to include sincerity. It was a chance meeting, a decision born of whimsy, but since meeting Princess Vishnabel, every day has been happiness. Joy. Each day was special, and memories with the Princess are woven into every changing season.
Seeing you be foolish gave me strength, made me laugh, and simply made me happy. How should I express all these feelings?
P.S…. I love you, my daughter.
Before I knew it, I had written those words. But this was unnecessary embellishment. I tore off the end of the letter and kept only what was necessary.
This was enough.

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