Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30. Though You’re Not My Precious Lover, What Can I Do for You Right Now? (7)
“Your Highness, do not worry. Ende is not such a heartless man. He will surely remember your birthday.”
No, forget it. I’m not going to dwell on this anymore. What am I supposed to do about next year’s Halloween?!
Unable to voice my concerns, I could only wrap my head and groan, so Marshmallow took time to comfort me and eventually even offered the remarkable suggestion of, “Would you like to rest?”
Having no reason to refuse, I brought Marshmallow into my bedroom, lay down with him as my pillow, and chewed on sweets. Merton bleated at me as if I were pathetic, and outside the bedroom, someone was scratching frantically at the door.
I knew who it was, but I pretended not to. So that green-eyed cat was hissing, was it? For the sake of my mental health, I chose to think of it that way and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon in the Princess Palace.

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Two days later, December 24th—my birthday. That morning, the outside was chaotic with all manner of engine sounds, and Emily was bustling about packing a lunch box. The noise was so loud that I groggily got up, and Emily fussed over me, washing my face and dressing me in outdoor clothes.
“What is all this commotion… *yawn*.”
I spoke in a half-asleep daze, and Emily seemed to answer something, but I couldn’t remember what she said. Besides, after being hastily dressed, I was pushed outside, where the Achilles Young Lady, neatly dressed in outdoor attire, pulled me along and guided me out.
In front of the Princess Palace, the latest steam-powered automobiles were packed tightly together, and from the most polished one among them, Prisoner descended. The man casually approached, lifted me up without ceremony, and spouted something absurd.
“I’ve prepared the Loruruje Fortress as your sixth birthday gift.”
It seemed I hadn’t fully woken up.
I solemnly declared that I would sleep a bit longer, but by the time the sun reached its zenith, I woke again and realized this was no dream. After driving for half a day by car, the magnificent Loruruje Fortress came into view in the distance.
With a capacity of ten thousand soldiers and armed with the latest cannons, the fortress stood within a gorge and had long been renowned as a naturally impregnable stronghold. With such a place decorated with the latest firepower, it was truly worthy of being called an unconquerable fortress.
Those from the Kisomalos Empire could not help but take great interest in the Loruruje Fortress. Our inland Kisomalos depended on trade with the Media Kingdom as the shortest route to purchase goods from the sea. But those damned bastards blocked the only path leading to the sea with that fortress and refused to trade with us.
The small nations around us paid tribute to the Kisomalos Empire when the time came and tried to stay in favor, but those fools relied solely on their fortress, blocked us off, and wagged their tails only to the Astyages Empire. This infuriated both the imperial family and merchants alike, but even the common people could not help but shudder at the mention of Media.
Because of them, seafood prices had skyrocketed and never came down. To eat fresh seafood, one needed winter wind spirit stones, so the common people had only ever tasted dried seafood. I personally enjoyed dried squid and chewed on it whenever I was bored, but for those who had never tasted fresh squid, it was truly a sorrowful matter.
So we constantly attacked the Loruruje Fortress, and constantly failed. Someday, I would bring down that fortress and cast those arrogant Media bastards into the mud. This was not merely the wish of the imperial family but of the entire nation. If Prisoner could accomplish this, he would never lose the support of the people throughout his reign. It was a lifetime free pass.
“Father! How do you plan to capture the Loruruje Fortress! There appear to be approximately 500 soldiers stationed in front of the fortress. It seems impossible!”
“Why are you calling me your father?”
“If you are His Highness’s father, then you are my father too!”
“I am not your father. Call me Your Majesty.”
“But Father!”
“Listen, hold that little one upside down for thirty minutes.”
Prisoner handed the Achilles Young Lady to the officer sitting in the passenger seat, and the girl screamed as she dangled upside down.
Thank goodness she wore pants. If she’d worn a skirt, everything would have been visible.
“But seriously, what are we going to do? It’s impossible. Once we enter firing range, we’re all done for.”
“We go through the gate.”
I should have heeded the Chief Attendant Grandmother’s words that this man was out of his mind.
Prisoner opened the car roof and stood up, showing himself to the soldiers, and took the lead. As the lead vehicle carrying His Majesty moved forward steadily, the latest steam-powered tanks followed at a slow pace.
“Wait! We’re in firing range now! Stop! Stooop!”
Ugh, I don’t know! Long-range cannons are about to rain down! We’re all going to die!
So my life in this incarnation won’t even reach twenty-one years old. How pathetic. I should have indulged in alcohol and tobacco before coming here.
Certain that something would fall from above, I quickly wrapped my head and crouched down, but nothing fell and no sound was heard. We had definitely entered the fortress’s firing range, yet there was no response. It was quiet. What was happening?
“If you were sleeping, you slept plenty. Stop waking up now. You won’t be able to sleep at night.”
You really are something, Prisoner, coming all this way without offering any explanation whatsoever.
Carefully lifting my head to look around, the fortress had already drawn near, and the tanks were gathered, punching holes in the walls.
Boom! Crash!
You truly are ignorant. Just because you don’t know how to open a door, you smash a hole straight through the wall? Yes, sometimes acting foolishly is the fastest way to solve a problem.
“Move quickly! Adjust the cannon positions after securing the fortress! We’ll clean up the bodies later!”
Bodies? Redirect the cannons? Listening to them talk, it seemed the fortress had already been captured. And on top of that—
“Die, you bastard Ende!”
Choco burst through the collapsed wall, drenched in blood. With dried blood caked on her face and exhaustion etched into her features, she drew a single blade and swung it at Prisoner. Without hesitation, Prisoner pulled a magnum from his holster and fired a shot directly at Choco.
Ting! Clang!
A marvel. A genuine marvel. An acrobatic feat. Prisoner had struck the bullet precisely against Choco’s swinging blade, and now Choco clutched her broken sword to her chest, wailing inconsolably.
“Damn you, Ende! You work me to exhaustion and then destroy my expensive sword!”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Buy me ten!”
“I’ll buy you ten.”
What in the world was happening? Please, please explain something, you lunatics. I wanted to scream, but the gunpowder smell still lingered in the air, leaving me too terrified to open my mouth. At the mention of buying ten new swords, Choco seemed to have let go of her anger entirely. She opened the car door and collapsed onto my lap.
“Get in a different car.”
“You stink, Choco.”
“You shouldn’t treat a first-class contributor this way.”
Choco grumbled at me with a face that looked ready to collapse from exhaustion. The dried blood caked on her, and calling herself a first-class contributor—what exactly had Choco done at the fortress?
Dying of curiosity, I barely managed to ask, and Prisoner and Choco casually spouted nonsense in calm tones.
“Loruruje Fortress is only a threat from the Kisomalos direction. So we opened the gate from the Media side and entered.”
“During the scheduled supply delivery time, I created a false identity and sent Choco in.”
“After that, well, she killed everyone.”
Huh? What? Alone?
“In this day and age, carrying a single sword is nothing—just slip the body searchers a little bribe and they’ll let it through! They don’t consider a single blade a threat.”
“Generally, people think firearms, spirit stones, and divine artifacts are threats. They never imagine one person could cut down a thousand with a single sword.”
“…Choco, did you really cut down a thousand?”
Asking with a sense of disbelief, Choco sighed heavily and reminisced about the past.
“Around 800 kills, I thought, ‘Ah, I’m going to die here too.'”
So I had been acquainted with a monster all this time. I should have realized from the start that wrapping her around the explosive divine artifact meant she was completely out of her mind—a reckless lunatic.

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