Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36. From Now On, Kill Each Other (2)
“Ugh…”
As I tugged at my hair in contemplation, I recalled how the Aelset elders had been clinging to the matter of my tutor. Come to think of it, the position of the next Emperor’s tutor was quite an influential post, wasn’t it? Originally, my Aunt, the Marquess of Lorowi, had been the one responsible for selecting my tutors.
Though my aunt seemed to love me unconditionally, that wasn’t truly the case. She did care for me, but the family’s interests came first. That’s why she had maintained tight control over the Princess Palace’s actual authority for the first five years of my life. My maternal grandmother, the true master of House Lorowi, would certainly want to place her own person in my tutor position as well.
“Hmm…”
If I played this right, I could set up quite the game.
With the idea fresh in my mind, I slipped through the back door and found my Study Room, dazzling in its mint hue. I furiously sketched out plans, organized the content, extracted keywords, and crafted a title.
After drafting my report using a deductive writing method, I knocked on the door of the private quarters where Krishna’s youngest son stayed.
“Marshmallow! I have something to discuss with you!”
After knocking twice and immediately opening the door, I found Marshmallow choking on his tea. It seemed he’d been creating educational materials—scraps of paper craft lay scattered across the floor.
“Cough, cough… what brings Your Highness here?”
“Is there somewhere I’m not allowed to go?”
“No, it’s just that you never visit except during lessons.”
“That’s not important right now!”
I swept the sugar cubes off the table and slapped my report down. This was the core of my strategy to sow discord between Aelset and Lorowi!
“This is…”
“The ‘Kill Each Other From Now On’ plan!”
“The ‘Kill Each Other From Now On’ plan…”
Marshmallow weakly echoed my declaration, then put on his work glasses and flipped through the report page by page. While he’d initially nodded along with murmurs of approval, as he reached the latter half, his already pale face grew even more ashen.
“Did Your Highness come up with this entirely on your own?”
“No. I drew inspiration from a sowing discord strategy in the memoirs of a boy hero.”
“So you wrote it yourself, then?”
“That’s right.”
At my cheerful affirmation, Marshmallow’s expression twisted. What was wrong? Was the plan too flawed?
“Do you have any criticisms? Any weak points?”
“No, I just…”
“Just what?”
“I was just shocked that a little devil wrote this.”
“Pfft!”
Even if you praise me like that, nothing’s going to fall into my lap. I don’t have wealth—I only have mountains of debt to Prisoner.
“Heh, how embarrassing.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
Marshmallow, reconsidering carefully from the beginning, stood up as if ready to act immediately.
“The scale is too large for you to handle alone. You’re thinking of requesting His Majesty’s assistance, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but the Imperial treasury is… tight right now…”
“There’s no need to worry about that.”
Why? Had my biological father left some corner of the treasury untouched? We were already short on funds, and with the money spent on capturing Loruruje Fortress, the treasury should be completely depleted by now.
I’d been secretly worried that Prisoner might give up on running the government because of this, but perhaps the Ministry of Finance had been building up a secret fund? Is that why the youngest brother of the Finance Minister is so confident?
Regardless, it was fortunate that I didn’t need to worry about money. A life without money worries—something I’d never experienced in my twenty-one years of existence.
“Let us go. It’s getting close to evening, so you should have time.”
“Ugh!”
I grasped Marshmallow’s hand and toddled along. After we arrived at the Main Palace by carriage and found the Emperor’s office, I witnessed the Head Attendant Grandmother thrashing Prisoner with a sofa cushion—whack, whack, whack.
“Gambling with national funds! Have you lost your mind, Chiron!”
Wow! Grandmother used his full name. She must be absolutely furious.
“It’s not gambling—it’s a legitimate investment.”
“What lunatic funnels the Capital’s budget into a brand-new startup, you absolute madman!”
“Ow! You lunatic!”
Hearing the Head Attendant Grandmother’s words, I panicked and grabbed a sofa cushion too. Then I rained blows down upon the madman—whack, whack, whack.
“Do you have any idea whose money that is! Were you trying to bankrupt the entire nation!”
“Didn’t you wish for the nation to collapse last time?”
“I need to be pampered until I’m grown!”
Ugh, I’m so angry my words aren’t even coming out straight!
When I stubbornly insisted that a legitimate heir’s heart was as fickle as a reed, Prisoner sighed and said all Kisomalos people were selfish, then pulled out a cigarette.
“Don’t smoke in front of the child, you absolute lunatic!”
“Ow! You lunatic!”
The Head Attendant Grandmother and I each smacked Prisoner’s head and knee respectively. The man jumped up, opened the window, and hurled the cigarette pack outside. Then he drew a pistol from his waist and fired in rapid succession, shattering the pack mid-air.
“Is that sufficient?”
“Your methods are excessive. Are you protesting against me?”
“If the Chamberlain’s temper could be soothed by such means, I would have done it long ago.”
“You know her well!”
After striking Prisoner’s head one final time, Grandmother demanded to know what madness had possessed him. Prisoner unconsciously made a smoking gesture before catching himself and answered earnestly.
“Havilland was behind it. They put forward someone named Carrier as the figurehead, but it’s their venture.”
“Havilland beyond the North Sea?”
Havilland—isn’t that one of the Three Great Noble Families of the Empire, the Frozen Havilland?
Though it belonged to the Kisomalos Empire, its territory lay quite distant, separated by vast stretches of land. Beyond even the Northern Kingdom of Astiages, across the North Sea itself, it was a frozen wasteland where blizzards raged year-round, where earth and sky alike were white, where everything was winter.
Given the distance and its autonomous status, it was less our nation and more a land we maintained cooperative relations with.
“Huh?”
But wait—Havilland? Wasn’t that the place that would amass tremendous wealth through the air conditioning business within the next few years? The machines utilizing ice crystals, Havilland’s specialty, had certainly served me well during summer.
They’d suddenly burst onto the market and struck it rich, and I’d envied them thinking fortune favored the lucky—but they’d actually started by using a different name for market research first?!
“Wait, wait. Come here for a moment.”
I gestured for Father to crouch down again. I whispered whether he’d received some sort of reincarnator’s blessing, but Prisoner shook his head and suddenly began boasting about himself.
“Everything I raise grows well. Even stocks fresh on the market like young sprouts soon become blue-chip investments.”
“The probability isn’t particularly high, though.”
The Head Attendant Grandmother clearly knew of this ability too, for she pressed her throbbing head and huffed that this was precisely why she called it gambling.
“If you possessed such remarkable talent, you should have raised Helbatro properly!”
“We were the same age back then—what raising and growing could there be!”
There they go arguing about my stepfather again. Even if Helbatro was incompetent, he must be the apple of the Head Attendant Grandmother’s eye. Well, she had been his wet nurse, and I’d heard she and her husband had been his tutors together.
“You haven’t invested the Duke’s House fortune as well, have you? The Princess has been developing this plan.”
When Marshmallow presented the report, Prisoner and the Head Attendant Grandmother gathered to examine my plan. After reading through to the end, Grandmother looked at me with astonishment, while Father beamed and scooped me up into his arms.
“That’s my daughter! Absolutely diabolical thinking!”
“It’s strange—they’re definitely Helbatro and the Empress’s child, yet….”
Hehehehe, enough with the praise. How embarrassing. As I writhed with delight, savoring the compliments, Prisoner tossed me up and caught me, played with me, then wrapped me snugly in a blanket, fashioning me into a Vishnabel crepe before cradling me tenderly.
This is rather immobilizing, yet there’s something so comforting about it.
“But this will require hosting a banquet, and it’s going to cost quite a bit….”
“A foolish concern.”

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