Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 254

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Chapter 254. LOVE AND PEACE (2)
When the presiding Unnamed Deity spoke, gasps of astonishment rippled through the assembly hall. Most of those who had offered their divine power to elevate Kisomalos to a higher deity were familiar faces.
“Ooh!”
“Wait, that’s Achilles!”
“Media is here too.”
“Listo… I heard his divine power has diminished considerably lately.”
Since these were people I recognized from my dreams, I felt nothing but gratitude—until Chiron appeared, and I couldn’t help but let out a shriek of pure amazement.
Chiron is absolutely gorgeous! His face is like a perfect blend of Choco and Father, with rippling muscles and an overwhelming masculine presence! I’d never seen such a testosterone-laden specimen of beauty before, and his lower equine half had such lustrous fur, his tail so fluffy and inviting—I simply had to keep squealing “Wow! Whoa!” while munching popcorn, until Nanakda and Croa turned around and glared at me with withering intensity.
“Perhaps we could restrain ourselves, Pisha?”
“You’re acting exactly like Kisomalos right now.”
But I am Kisomalos—what’s wrong with acting like myself? Still, faced with their united disapproval, I decided to exercise some restraint. I forced myself not to gawk at his physique and quietly nibbled my popcorn, while Father continued chuckling to himself.
―Everyone… doing all this for me…!
―Not at all. It’s purely because of Croa. (Media, played by Jung Mi-suk)
―Shut up. (Achilles, played by Brad Pitt)
―I came to see the legitimate descendant’s face. (Lorowi, played by Marlene)
Kisomalos was saying things he shouldn’t have and getting struck for it. The deities who had loudly insisted they came because of me, Kisomalos’s descendant, and those connected to me—not to rescue Kisomalos himself—fell silent when the presiding deity commanded it, and began offering their divine power one by one.
―I am Media, a higher deity who came because of Croa. I consent to granting divine power to that sheep bastard.
―I am Achilles, attending because of Richelieu and Leonhardt. I grant my divine power to Kisomalos.
―I’m Grant, handling the filming. I grant some of my divine power to Kisomalos. Everyone, please support the Dharma Religion. (Grant, played by Kirpan)
―I am the higher deity Chiron. Well… I did come because of you, Kisomalos, so don’t be gloomy about it. (Chiron, played by Chiron)
―Oh, we’re filming right now, aren’t we? Hello, legitimate descendant! The divine spirit Lorowi contributes what little power I possess!
Beyond these, Listo, Netcha, Kirke, Doctor Marichi, Edison—who I thought would be too stingy to share divine power—and even Alset all attended and bestowed their divine power upon Kisomalos.
As the declarations concluded, diverse divine powers converged upon Kisomalos, and the presiding deities, judging that his divine rank had risen to that of a higher deity, recited the case number and brought down their gavels with resounding strikes.
―Case number 184,520,000,122. We hereby declare that all contracts related to the aforementioned dispute have been fulfilled.
As if to prove this, the contract disappeared in a burst of blue flames. Applause and cheers erupted from the gallery, and while it was certainly moving, I myself felt oddly detached from it all.
Wait? Does that mean I’m not doing the grand Takkapo arc?
―Little One, you’re probably standing there with a vacant expression right about now.
And as if sensing my bewilderment, Kirke—no longer in her articulated doll form—addressed the filming equipment.
―The future has found its rightful place, and death has cycled round to become Yuprina’s burden. Know this: it is no accident, but the just culmination of the path you have walked.
With Kirke’s words, the footage concluded and the ending credits rolled. I remained dazed, but one thing was abundantly clear.
“But didn’t Nanakda and Grant go to settle things? Grant basically just offered divine power, and wasn’t it that woman from the crystal sphere who actually settled it?”
Nanakda was silent for a while before uttering something absurd.
“…Biased editing.”
Half the editing team belongs to the Dharma Religion—what kind of bias is that supposed to be?

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After the incident concluded, I drifted back into everyday life in a daze. I turned twenty-one without truly feeling liberated from my older brother’s execution, and I cured Father’s paralysis by squeezing out Huatuo’s descendants without genuinely feeling victorious over Tick-Tock.
And without any real sense of being alive, I concluded a trade agreement with the Southern Merchant Alliance Bock, then spent an interminable stretch of uncertainty preparing the grand royal wedding between Kisomalos and Media.
Twenty-one years old. November 3rd, 8189—the very day my older brother’s execution had taken place. Precisely at noon. Twelve o’clock sharp. Having deliberately chosen this date and hour for the ceremony, I designated today as a temporary holiday, and in this biting cold, I stubbornly insisted on an outdoor wedding. The execution ground where my older brother had been put to death had been transformed into a wedding venue.
“Pisha! Look this way!”
But what if everything I witnessed at the coronation ceremony was fabricated? What if the contract had been twisted somehow? What if Kisomalos had been deceived again? What if nothing was actually resolved, and I ended up being dragged away for execution myself?
I’d decided to marry at the execution ground to verify these fears, but as the wedding march drew near, anxiety overwhelmed any sense of relief—what if something goes wrong?
What if I die like this? What if meeting Father, taking Croa, Shirley, and Nanakda as companions—all of it becomes meaningless? What if I’m dragged back for another execution? What can I do now?
“Look at them getting nervous.”
“Hey! You should’ve said something if you were going to be anxious!”
After the ceremony, we’d hold grand festivals throughout the Kisomalos Capital plaza and Media Capital, but the wedding itself was kept modest. Only dozens of personally invited guests attended, and there was nothing to be nervous about—yet I froze. Shirley and Nanakda stepped forward and took both my hands.
“Let’s go. We have plenty to do after this.”
“You said you’d throw a drinking party once the clock struck twelve?”
I was confident before we started! I was about to snap back, but feeling my tension ease slightly, I squeezed Nanakda and Shirley’s hands. If worst came to worst and I faced infinite executions, at least I could take my companions with me—that would be some comfort.
“Well, we’ll leave you here.”
“Not much time left now, so hang in there!”
As I approached Croa in his ceremonial robes, I saw he was already crying. Wait, why is he crying? My nervousness evaporated. Stop it already!
“Ugh, sniff, surely, I never, sob, I never thought, hiccup, I’d actually, get married, to Pisha.”
“Didn’t I tell you ten years ago that I’d marry you?!”
“But, sob, it was a contract, and I didn’t know when it might be broken, waaah!”
Croa finally burst into full tears, and the Emilys rushed out to dab his eyes with handkerchiefs and touch up his makeup. Why cry on such a joyful day? This was a once-in-a-lifetime wedding—we should be smiling for the photos.
The handkerchiefs barely sufficed for his tears, and I was about to lend him the hem of my dress when the first bell from the Northern Tower rang out to mark noon. When that bell tolled twelve times, it would be exactly twelve o’clock.
My grip on Croa’s hand tightened involuntarily. What if something goes wrong? Maybe I should leave him some final words, just in case.
I began speaking things I’d kept in my heart, questions I’d wanted to ask Croa—and the second and third bells tolled. My heart raced, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“But you—you’re marrying me because you love me, right?!”
As I cried out, the fourth bell rang. Though the chapel had few people to begin with, everyone held their breath, making the silence even more profound. In that stillness, the fifth bell tolled. Even Choco, who carried the rings for the exchange, stopped in her tracks and held her breath.
When the sixth bell rang, Croa, who had been sobbing, raised his voice.
“If I didn’t love you, would I have agreed to get married in a place like this?!”
Ah… this place was originally an execution ground, so the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, wasn’t it? As I muttered this excuse, the seventh bell rang, and Father pressed his forehead with his hand without laughing.
“If you didn’t love me, if you didn’t care—who would endure captivity, who would grovel under Father’s threats, who would do any of this without love?!”
The eighth and ninth bells tolled. Croa’s tears abruptly ceased, his face flushed as he spoke with intensity.
“I’ve been so patient, so yielding, and I’ve accepted you taking in those people with my eyes wide open. How could you doubt me? Is it because I don’t express myself usually?!”
The tenth bell rang, and Croa spoke with his eyes squeezed shut, his voice trembling with emotion.
“I love you. I love you! You are the person I love most in this world!”
Why are you saying that while getting angry?! I only asked because I was worried!
Seeing Croa like this, I felt my own irritation rise, so I snatched the ring from Choco and slipped it firmly onto Croa’s finger.
“I love you too! I’ll take responsibility for you and Media for the rest of my life, until I die!”
Did you think I didn’t love you? If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have brought up marriage no matter what the contract said. You were worse for worrying that I might break the contract!
“Don’t talk about dying!”
Croa snatched the ring from Choco and slipped it carefully onto my finger. The sound of the bell had ceased.
Huh…? Is it already over? All twelve cycles complete?
“….”
Noon had passed. From that day, that hour when I faced the execution ground, I had advanced into the future. A new time was unfolding before me.
“…I’m not going to die, right?”
Time flowed onward. Two minutes, three minutes—I continued to distance myself from the execution ground. It was a complete farewell.
“Right? It’s over? I’m allowed to live, right?”
I kept confirming it. That I was allowed to live—I sought confirmation from Croa, from Shirley, from Nanakda, from Father.
“Really, truly it’s over? I don’t have to struggle to survive anymore?”
No more effort required. As those words echoed in my mind, everything finally became real.
“Waaahhh! Sniff sniff!”
I’d resolved not to cry today, but the tears came unbidden. Relief washed over me. These were tears born of reassurance.
“Hic! So now I can just leech off Nanakda and Shirley and Croa and Father, sucking them dry like a parasite? Starting today we’re just playing around?!”
“No, that’s not quite right, Pisha.”
“Could you please not ruin such a touching moment?”
“I’m absolutely not handing over the Warp Stone.”
“Well, I suppose that might be the righteous path for a Kisomalos native.”
Right. Father certainly knows our family’s ways well.
“Phew….”
I’d finally shed one burden. I could continue living. As I exhaled deeply, as if expelling something long pent up, I suddenly felt Kisomalos’s divine power—he’d finished his sentence—and a double rainbow arced across the clear sky.
“Wow!”
“It must be a gift from Kisomalos!”
He’d returned from serving his time and used his divine power. Everyone was gazing upward in wonder, when I felt Media’s divine power surge, and an aurora unfurled across the heavens.
“Oh, oh my….”
“That’s a rare natural phenomenon in Kisomalos….”
“Is it really okay for weather phenomena to happen so recklessly like this?”
Then snow fell from a cloudless sky, followed by brilliant blue lightning streaking across the heavens. An extraordinary meteorological spectacle unfolded, and finally hail began to fall, leaving us no choice but to retreat indoors.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Who among the deities brought the hail, for heaven’s sake!”
We scrambled into the Main Palace. Without thinking, I gripped Croa’s hand tightly.
Seeing this, Father posed a question to both Croa and me, our hands clasped together.
“Are you both confident you’ll be happy?”
If he’d asked whether we were certain we wouldn’t fight, I would have deliberated long. But this question required no deliberation. Croa and I answered Father without hesitation, with absolute certainty.
“Yes! Of course!”
“Yes! I’m certain!”
Now that I’ve overcome the repeated execution ground, there’s nothing I fear. Happiness itself? I’ll grab it by the hair and drag it here to sit beside me.
With that resolve, I declared boldly to Croa as well.
I will be happy. We will be happy, for a very long time.
【The Father with Black Hair Does Not Withdraw】 Main Story Complete
P.S. The wedding expenses came from Chiron’s wallet, so Pisha’s debt has become 6 trillion.
P.S2. The lovey-dovey Thousand-Year Pact episode on the cover appears in the epilogue.

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