Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53. Disappointed but not surprised (1)
“Your Highness, your wash water is ready.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
“Your Highness, you have no official schedule today, so I’ve prepared comfortable clothes for you.”
“Ugh, okay.”
No official schedule, so why did she wake me up early? I was about to get up when I burrowed back under the blankets like a hibernating bear. As I dug myself into my cozy nest, I heard Emilies giggle.
“Your Highness, while there are no official duties, you did have an appointment with Croa today, did you not? The Prince has been awake and preparing for several hours already.”
Is he some kind of elderly person? Why doesn’t he sleep in?
More importantly, that was supposed to be a weekend appointment. Has it really been a week since I returned from the Empire? I’ve been so busy distributing travel souvenirs and reviewing the reports Chief Attendant Grandmother wrote that time flew by without my notice.
Thud! Boom!
What’s this? Is Shirley throwing a tantrum because I’m playing with Croa today? The sound was identical to when Achilles Young Lady used to pound on the door before, so I told Emilies to lodge a gentle protest without harming Shirley.
“No, Your Highness. It’s not Richelieu—it appears Merton is causing a commotion.”
“Merton?”
What is this? How could a sheep possibly cause a commotion? Half-asleep, I was pondering whether “mutton” was some sort of metaphor this morning when the door suddenly burst open and a sheep with yellowed wool trotted into my room.
“Legitimate heir! You did it! My power is returning, at least partially!”
I recognized that voice from somewhere, and my eyes flew wide open. Because my pet sheep had begun speaking human language, Emilies screamed as though witnessing a supernatural phenomenon.
“Everyone, everyone out! Leave at once!”
I had no choice but to issue the command. This supernatural occurrence would be contained within the Princess Palace and never spoken of again. I gave everyone a stern warning to keep their wits about them, then knelt before Merton to meet his eyes.
Now the room was empty. Since I had given the order, this would be as though it never happened. Now I could speak freely.
“Is it you, Kisomalos? Are you truly Kisomalos?”
“That’s right! I am the great high god Kisomalos! I have descended into this mortal realm in spiritual form!”
The yellowed sheep—no, the golden sheep—held his head high with pride.
Wow, my pet sheep was Kisomalos all along! No wonder he did so many strange things! Even so, I wasn’t particularly shocked.
“Even if you’ve regained your voice, you should know when and where to use it!”
Once I confirmed the other party was indeed Kisomalos, I immediately wrapped my arm around his neck in a chokehold. A six-year-old’s strength shouldn’t hurt much, yet Kisomalos coughed and wheezed as though dying.
“Hack! Cough! I told you it comes and goes! Being able to speak might only be temporary, so don’t be so hasty!”
Has he lost his mind? I asked why Kisomalos’s condition was so inconsistent, and he did his best to explain this bodily phenomenon he himself couldn’t comprehend.
“Well, I’ve never been a spirit before, so I didn’t know. Sometimes I have my wits, sometimes I don’t.”
“True, you’ve been a god ever since you came to the First Emperor.”
“Your ability to speak must be because Tania Listo took a liking to you. Her background was renowned for philosophy and oratory. She was a famous figure even I knew of.”
Chief Attendant Grandmother likes me?! Why?!
“Why? What’s wrong all of a sudden?”
“Didn’t you two grow close when you went to the Empire together?”
“We just held each other and cried together.”
“That’s it then.”
“…?”
I was pleased to have achieved my goal of winning over everyone, but learning that Chief Attendant Grandmother had taken a liking to me sent chills down my spine. She wasn’t that kind of character—so why did she suddenly start caring about me? Before the regression, she never sought me out until I became an adult.
“Anyway, now that I can speak, I came because there’s something I absolutely must tell you!”
“Oh! Really?”
Did Kisomalos have some trump card to elevate his divine status? I listened intently to the radiant golden sheep’s words with great anticipation.
“Cola isn’t meant to be heated! You’re supposed to drink it cold with ice!”
“…?”
“I went through all the trouble of having it brought down from the Heavens, and these idiots are warming it up! It has carbonation, for crying out loud! Why would you heat it?!”
“Is that what you came here making all this fuss about this morning?”
“Yes!”
I climbed onto the back of the yellowish sheep, wrapped my hands around its neck, and squeezed its ribs with my legs. The sheep bleated in protest.
“What if word gets out that a deity descended to the Mortal Realm?! You’ll broadcast it to the entire Imperial Kingdom!”
“Hey! Your voice is louder! Don’t say I went to the Mortal Realm! I descended there, but—”
It’s all the same excuse. When renowned deities lose their divine status and can no longer remain in the Heavens, they fall to the Mortal Realm where we live. That’s where the idiom comes from.
“More importantly, you should give me useful information! There must be some weakness of his that would make him easy to handle, right?!”
“Oh, that’s right! That’s what I came to tell you!”
Damn this blockhead! Because an ancestor deity like you exists, everyone in our family has been a blockhead for generations, you absolute blockhead!
“Stop calling me a blockhead, you blockhead!”
“Shut up, you great king of blockheads, ancestor deity!”
“If you don’t speak nicely, I won’t tell you what I know!”
“If you don’t tell me, we both die! You crazy sheep!”
“Gasp! You’re right about that!”
“Ugh! Stupid! Low intelligence!”
This feeling… it’s been a while. Talking to my biological father used to make me feel like my own intelligence was dropping. So Kisomalos really is the identity of our family. I can feel my father in him, I can feel my grandmother in him, I can feel myself in him—I’m starting to develop an aversion to the entire Kisomalos Family.
“Then here’s a special service! Listen carefully, legitimate heir. The first thing you need to do right now is—baaah!”
Baaah? With a bad premonition, I opened my eyes wide and stared at Kisomalos, and he seemed to sense something was wrong too, moving his eyes around as he practiced his vocalization.
Baaah! Baaah?!
“I’m telling you to speak quickly!”
Baaah!
Our ancestor deity, bleating almost like a scream, collapsed onto his side. Whether his sanity had truly departed or he was pretending to be mad to escape this situation, the sheep chewed on the carpet while displaying every bit of his sheepish nature.
“Kisomalos, you’re in your right mind, aren’t you? You’re just pretending to be a sheep because it’s awkward, right?”
“….”
Kisomalos doesn’t answer. He seems like an ordinary sheep now. Well, if he’s a sheep, there’s nothing to be done. I have a policy of not sharing a room with pets.
“Emily! Get this sheep out of here!”
“Yes, Your Highness! I shall obey your command!”
Emily responded vigorously, came in with a team, and dragged the sheep away. The sheep had sad eyes. An old sheep being dragged away like a reluctant sacrifice.
“Bring me washing water, washing water! I need to wash my ears and mouth!”
Ugh, I’ve been thinking about my dead father since this morning, and bad luck has attached itself to me. I thoroughly scrubbed the ears and mouth I’d used conversing with Kisomalos and went to find Croa. As expected, Shirley was sitting in front of Croa’s room like a hellhound, snorting indignantly.
“Shirley.”
“Pisha! I believe that true friends must do everything together!”
“Let’s play just the two of us next week.”
“Personal time is important too!”
Shirley quickly accepted my proposal and even set a specific time before saying goodbye. Making friends is difficult, but maintaining those friendships is incredibly taxing. Before my regression, I’d never experienced anything like this. Managing two friends is this exhausting—do nobles who run salons have ten bodies or something?
“No wonder Mother didn’t have friends….”
Mother was someone who hated bothersome things, after all. In truth, she did engage in tedious activities like watching Father from a distance, following him around, or collecting photographs, but when it came to anything unrelated to Father, she let everything go completely.
“Sigh….”
Back then, I simply thought Mother adored Father very much, but now that I think about it carefully, isn’t that a bit strange? If Croa or Shirley did something like that to me, I’d feel rather uncomfortable, wouldn’t I?
“Mmm….”
Well, regardless, they must have found common ground and married. Father might have even enjoyed that uncomfortable feeling. When you’re not the parties involved, matters of the heart between men and women remain a mystery. I recalled the words spoken by the first Emily—so long ago, the memory barely lingered—and nodded to myself.
I’ve already earned merit by bringing Madam Listo into my fold and elevating her status, so today a child should simply enjoy playing to their heart’s content.

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