Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 247

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Chapter 247. One Must Be Careful, for a First Offense Can Lead to a Second and Third (3)
This was precisely why Lulu disliked being called Yupi Grandmother. As I pondered this, I noticed Lulu rubbing the bridge of her nose with an oddly embarrassed expression.
But… they seemed like a match made in heaven, so why had they been bickering all this time instead of combining their households from the start?
“It worked out well. It worked out well, Mother…! Waaah!”
And what part of this moved Aunt so deeply? Why was she crying? Was I the only one being left out here? Both Grandmothers, Aunt, and even Grayson were drowning in emotion, so I hurriedly searched for Choco. Surely even Choco wasn’t moved by this? Was she about to cry?
“Don’t worry, Miss Pisha. I don’t understand what those people are doing either, if I’m being honest.”
“Right! So I’m not the weird one!”
Thank goodness! I thought I was the abnormal one for not fitting in! I’m supposed to have high empathetic intelligence!
“No! What do you mean die! I absolutely oppose Yupi dying!”
Ah, that’s right! Since this is an Alchemy Workshop, Lorowi could manifest here. After witnessing the entire spectacle between the two Grandmothers, Lorowi vehemently opposed any joint suicide pact, declaring that even if I existed as a successor, if Yupi Grandmother—the representative figure of Lorowi in the Mortal Realm—died, their divine power would be cut in half.
Clatter.
As Lorowi began picketing with a sign, Kirke suddenly fell from the sky with her articulated joints. Why do I feel like I’m seeing deities so frequently these days? Is my life already at its climax?
“That alchemist cannot be equated with the fate of Chiron. The exchange would be unfair—that one has far too many years remaining.”
Well, Yupi Grandmother had poured so much divine power into Lorowi that they descended from an intermediate deity to a divine spirit, leaving her in a semi-immortal state. Even if Father lived on, he’d die within a century, but Yupi Grandmother would live for millennia. Their lives simply weren’t equivalent. No matter how much I sided with Father, the calculator didn’t lie—this was the only conclusion.
“So, I’ve devised something.”
Kirke twirled her magical lipstick and conjured a three-dimensional model. Inside the crystal sphere, which resembled a terrarium, white snow fell endlessly.
“What if we create a separate world entirely different from the Mortal Realm and temporarily sever its connection to this world’s fate? During the separation, let Ende bear the lifespan cost.”
“Hmm, the idea is good, but creating this would require more divine power…”
“If you say Chiron can be restored, there will be plenty willing to pay the divine power. Chiron himself, of course, and I’ll shoulder some of it too. Listo has affection for him, so he’d participate, and Achilles owes Chiron so much that he’d gladly contribute, wouldn’t he?”
Had Kirke Grandmother once sold some real estate in her day? Her persuasion skills were formidable. As Lorowi showed interest, Kirke explained the advantages of the model garden this way and that, then delivered the final blow with the last feature.
“And this can also contain Lulu, who has very little lifespan remaining. It aligns with your goal of dedicating yourselves to alchemy to revive Lulu over time.”
“Miss Pisha, what are you doing! We need to start the combination right away!”
So Lorowi was being sold on this real estate deal after all. More importantly, if I’m going to use alchemy again, how long am I supposed to keep this white hair? Surely I’m not destined to have white hair for the rest of my life?
“Is white hair really the problem right now?! White-haired Pisha is beautiful too, so pick up the staff!”
“Still, I’m supposed to be Kisomalos, and I can’t exactly stay blonde forever…”
“We could just throw you in a cauldron with raspberries and boil it down to Lorowi Red!”
What?! No way! Red-haired Pisha? That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard! I got goosebumps and gripped my personal alchemy staff, and Aunt shouted about how magnificent Lorowi Red would be.
“What, Pisha! Red-haired Pisha would definitely be cool and pretty too! What’s wrong with red hair!”
“I hate it! I like blonde! Red hair is ugly!”
“You discriminator! Wait, did you think Aunt was ugly?!”
Honestly, Aunt would’ve looked much prettier with black hair like Mother instead of red. As I continued making discriminatory remarks, Kirke laughed and said Montgomery would’ve applauded and loved it.
“Who’s Montgomery?”
“Ah, just like the Mage Alliance, there’s a Writers’ Alliance within the Divine Alliance.”
Kirke had connections with Homerus from the Writers’ Alliance, and that Homerus knew Montgomery from the same Writers’ Alliance. Apparently this Montgomery had some connection to red hair, and she was definitely laughing for meta reasons again.
“Anyway, the Grandmothers are here so that’s fine, but how do we obtain the remaining materials?”
Even for a small-scale project, implementing an entire world seemed daunting. Looking at the recipe ingredient list Lorowi created, the difficulty of acquisition was no joke. A genetic map, a brain in a jar, an eternal flame, and a pass to the Ursu Research Institute? Why would that be needed?
“I brought those on my way here.”
“Wow, you speak as casually as if you’d just picked basil from the backyard.”
I marveled at her tone, which resembled a newly appointed cooking show host on radio broadcasts, and Kirke dismissed it, saying such things were as common as backyard basil in the Heavenly Realm. Setting that aside, a brain in a jar is just lying around in the Heavenly Realm? Isn’t that grotesque?
“The brain in a jar is merely a name. It’s actually a type of biochip.”
“I… I’m not sure what it is.”
“It’s because our worldviews are different.”
I’ve heard that in worlds where status windows rain down, everyone and their dog has one, but I don’t really understand it. Still, since you’ve gathered the materials, I should express my gratitude.
“Thank you so much, Aunt, for taking me in, and for helping me out like this over and over again…”
“Ah, what are you saying? I was bored out of my mind, and now in my twilight years I have so many places to wander around. Besides, thanks to you I found my descendant, so I should be doing even more for you.”
Ahem, honestly, that’s true. For ten thousand years I couldn’t find a descendant, and I might have perished as a result, so finding Aunt through me is quite a remarkable thing, isn’t it? I understood it in my heart, but I clamped my mouth shut and tensed my head hard to prevent Kirke from taking the materials back.
“You’re making quite the expression of someone who’s done something worthy of great reward from me.”
“…Is it that obvious?”
“Be grateful that you’re Kisomalos’s descendant.”
Since I know that guy’s personality, his descendant turned out this way, but if that weren’t the case, he would’ve turned me into lamb ham. Kirke… the last time people entered her secluded land, she turned them all into pigs. She’s surprisingly cruel, I’m telling you.
“Now, all materials who agree, please come to the furnace!”
I clapped my hands together to speed things up, and Yupi Grandmother and Lulu Grandmother scurried over to me. Since I might meet Lulu again someday, she kept her mouth firmly shut this time without saying anything. But Yupi Grandmother was different.
“Hey there, Little One. Come here.”
Why? Why is she lowering her eye level? She gestured for me to sit, so I bent my knees and crouched down, and this grandmother grabbed both my cheeks and stretched them out to the sides.
“Aaaah!”
“I’ll be playing with Lulu, so I’m entrusting my life to you.”
With those words, the grandmother patted my head and, saying they should escape before I got angry, she jumped into the furnace hand-in-hand with Lulu. This grandmother really does prank people right until the very end.
“Mother finds this atmosphere awkward.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to hit me on the head! What if I get dumber!”
I’m already being criticized everywhere for being dumb, and if I get even dumber, will that grandmother take responsibility? Besides, I had one last thing to say, but she didn’t even listen and just left.
“Ugh, I was trying to tell her that if a method comes up while I’m alive, I’ll try to get her out together with Lulu.”
“She probably couldn’t bear the awkwardness that would come after hearing that.”
A shameless grandmother without a human heart. I continued cursing at the furnace for what I couldn’t say to the grandmother, and I poured in the materials Kirke had prepared. With Lorowi’s help, I continued the alchemy, and I could feel various types of divine power gathering.
“Wow…”
I sense Shirley’s presence in the divine power, the Chief Chamberlain’s presence, and Father’s presence too. It seems like all the deities Kirke mentioned really did contribute their divine power?
“Wow…?”
But isn’t this too much…? No, excuse me, with this amount of material, I could create Kisomalos as a supreme deity and still have leftovers. Of course, it’s small, but creating a world requires a lot of divine power!
“Can I really handle this?!”
“You can manage it, proper descendant!”
“I… I don’t think I can!”
“Kisomalos says that every day and still finished his voyage to the end! You can do it too, Little One!”
No, I’m telling you I can’t do this, you ancestral deities! I’m barely holding onto the staff, but even I’m being pulled toward the furnace with this much force. Shouldn’t I let go of the staff before something goes wrong? While I was thinking that, Aunt and Choco grabbed my hands together.
“Pisha, let me help too!”
“Netcha has given permission! Let’s use our divine power to control it.”
So in the end, Kirke and Netcha got involved too. That thing about the overpowered deities all finding their proper places—I think I could understand it now. This way, as we suck out the divine power steadily, everything returns to its original track.
“Focus, proper descendant! We’re almost done!”
Borrowing the strength of Choco and Aunt, I swung the staff one last time and pulled it out from my furnace with a whoosh! With a bang, the finished product shot out from the furnace. Choco safely caught Father’s well-separated body, and I obtained a round model world that fit perfectly in both my palms.
“Wow, it’s just like looking down from the sky.”
“Look there, that red-haired Little One—isn’t that Mother?”
In the world where snow continued to fall, I could see two small figures. One had red hair and one had black hair, and they were bickering before starting a snowball fight.

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