Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27. Though You’re Not My Precious Lover, What Can I Do for You Right Now? (4)
Meeeeeeeeeh!
I had decided to forgive Prisoner for his insult and was about to review my list of potential suitors when that unmistakably familiar bleating sound reached my ears once more!
You again?!
Meeh! Meeh! Meeeeeh!
“Escaped sheep! Catch the escaped sheep!”
“Your Highness! Take cover! It’s a mad sheep!”
Looking at the uniforms of those rushing toward me, weren’t those the jailers from the Political Detention Center? Could it be that this sheep had actually escaped from there and made its way here? But wasn’t it supposed to be old and sickly?
Meeeeeh!
The sheep charged forward with surprising vigor, leaping high into the air before snatching the documents from Prisoner’s hands with its mouth. Then it began chewing them with fervent determination—crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
A sheep… does a sheep actually eat paper? Isn’t that what goats do? Well, being herbivorous, maybe it would try paper? But the way it was eating looked incredibly painful.
The sheep repeatedly gagged and retched, yet it stubbornly continued devouring the paper. After leaving just one page remaining, it seemed to run out of strength and collapsed with a thud.
Having witnessed everything, Prisoner picked up the remaining page, dusted it off, and drove a verbal dagger straight into the sheep’s heart.
“This is just a copy.”
“…”
“There are more in my office.”
M-meeeeh…!
Prisoner really does have a talent for crushing people’s spirits. I’ve always thought so, but this father of mine is genuinely gifted in this regard. Whether it’s scratching my Aunt, teasing Choco, or infuriating the Chief Chamberlain—he possesses an extraordinary knack for toying with people’s hearts. Ugh, I’m glad he’s my father and not my enemy. I wouldn’t want to make him my adversary.
“Hmm…”
The sheep whimpered and pawed at the ground, while Prisoner skimmed through the documents before handing them to me. They were merely the remnants that the sheep had devoured, yet in Prisoner’s eyes, this candidate apparently met his satisfactory criteria.
“What about this girl? She’s the second daughter of the Achilles Family, and she’s two years older than you.”
“Let me see.”
Hmm… I do prefer pretty girls. With that thought in mind, I checked the photograph first. There was a sharp-looking girl with dusky skin and long, deep green hair. Her light green eyes shone with intelligence, more so than her hair color, and her eyes were slightly upturned—a feline appearance. How adorable. I do like the feline look. It’s pretty, after all. To be honest, even among the Bridget sisters, the eldest was more to my taste.
“Kyaaaaah!”
Meeh?!
Wow! From today on, she’s my friend! My friend that I bought with money!
As I let out an excited squeal and bounced up and down, the palace attendants clapped their hands and offered their congratulations, and for some reason, Old Sheep also bounced along joyfully.
And then Prisoner pulled out another strange piece of paper from his lower back, checked it off with a pen, and retrieved a bunch of golden leashes from his back pocket. I mean, where exactly is all of this coming from?
“Pet for child emotional development. Acquired.”
Meeh?
After fastening the golden leash around the sheep’s neck, Prisoner placed the handle in my hands and instructed me to raise it well from now on.
“Huh?”
Meeh?
“Well then, I’ll be going. I’m busy today, so let’s have playtime tomorrow instead.”
“Whaaaat?!”
Meeeeh?!
Both the sheep and I were utterly bewildered by this absurd situation, yet the Imperial Guards, Palace Attendants, and Jailers all bowed repeatedly, expressing their gratitude for the Emperor’s benevolence.
“We are eternally grateful for your grace, Your Majesty! That sheep kept rummaging through our garbage bins, and we didn’t know what to do with it!”
“That sheep kept digging through the food storage and wasting provisions—it was like a mountain of waste! Raising it would be far better!”
“Wise and virtuous! Wise and virtuous, Your Majesty!”
Wait, excuse me. What about my opinion? I never wanted to raise a sheep in the first place.
As the Emperor returned to the Main Palace amid everyone’s praise, he glanced back at me with a wink as if checking whether he’d forgotten anything to say. How could it feel so unpleasant when a tall, well-built, handsome man smiled charmingly and spoke kindly to me? It felt unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant.
“You may choose the name yourself, Pisha.”
“I’m so annoyed….”
Whether I scratched my arm in disgust or not, Emily fawned over the sheep and asked what name I would give it.
Well, even if I’m supposedly raising it… the attendants will handle all the care anyway, so it’s not like it’ll be troublesome….
Really? This old sheep? I don’t want to keep it as a pet? That kind of feeling? I don’t even know how much medicine will cost? If I get attached and it crosses the rainbow bridge early? I’ll just feel worse about it?
“….”
Baa… baa, baa, baaaa….
You seem to have plenty to say too. It must be incredibly inconvenient to only be able to say baa. But this is Emily, and the people who were cleaning the barrels, and they all love it so much, so the atmosphere doesn’t feel like it’ll wear off.
“Um, a name… um um….”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Since it’s an old sheep, let’s call it Merton.”
“Yes, Your Highness! I’ll have the name embroidered on the halter right away!”
Baaaa!
This sheep should be grateful I accepted it—why does it keep butting me!
I was about to snap that ram’s horns right off, but I decided to show some magnanimity instead and ordered the attendants to give it a bath first. The dirt caked on it was so thick and grimy that just looking at it made me uncomfortable.

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Merton adapted to the Princess Palace in less than a day and began throwing tantrums, kicking with its front hooves whenever the meal wasn’t to its liking. When an attendant other than Emily changed the menu for the third time, I finally lost my patience and gave it a good smack on the rump, but the sheep came running to me with grievances, bleating miserably.
Lessons were boring, the sheep was a nuisance, and that man called Father kept coming to play with me and leaving after winning at everything—nothing ever went right.
I really hate Prisoner. He’s really unlucky. That bastard beat me at badminton and left, beat me at the game of life and left, beat me at cards and left, beat me at spinning tops and left.
Ah, just lose once! Lose to a child, just once!
Spinning tops was especially something I was confident about, but I lost so miserably that my pride was completely wounded. I really wish a friend would come. I want to play with someone simple and obsequious and less intelligent than me, win every single game, and revel in this hollow victory.
“Your Highness! The young lady of the Achilles Family has arrived!”
“What?!”
My precious simple, obsequious, and less intelligent friend has arrived?! I heard that the young lady Sheryl Achilles was currently greeting Prisoner and would be coming to me shortly, so I should just sit elegantly at the tea table in the Reception Room.
I swallowed the squid leg I’d been chewing on just moments before and exhaled to check my breath. It smells like squid. I need to brush my teeth again.
“Brush my teeth! Perfume!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Fully prepared, I sat at the Reception Room table and waited elegantly for the young lady of the Achilles Family. Not long after, word came that she had arrived, and the door opened.
My precious simple, obsequious, and less intelligent friend was indeed beautiful as her photograph showed, but there was a strange shadow across her face.
“Greetings, Your Highness the Princess. I am Sheryl Achilles. Please call me Sheryl. May you walk in the radiance of the Golden Sheep. A thousand blessings, ten thousand blessings, eternal blessings.”
And her greeting was terribly insincere. The words were certainly proper, but I’d never seen anyone speak so soullessly before. What could have happened? Did she get carsick on the way? Or did she greet Prisoner like this too?
Prisoner let her get away with that attitude? No, looking at how she treats me, she seems to have some restraint with children, so it’s quite possible she made it to the Princess Palace alive, but he didn’t punish her at all?
“Has the young lady of the Achilles Family grown weary from your long journey?”
“No. I am simply this kind of person. I have no soul, no liver, no courage, no future, no dreams or hopes, so Your Highness may use me as you wish. I will become your plaything.”
What you’re saying is quite frightening. More than that, the child looks clever and speaks with remarkable clarity and organization. Do all seven-year-olds usually speak like that? No, they don’t, do they? Does the child have exceptional linguistic talent? Well, I suppose I’m fine with it as long as we can communicate.
“Um, um, it seems this isn’t the time for conversation, so rest first. His Majesty has personally prepared a room for Boni’s friend.”
“Your grace is boundless.”
Good grief, you’re truly terrifying. Are you some kind of mechanical doll? One of those gear-driven automatons that’s been all the rage lately?

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