Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62. There are as many ways to deceive as there are glittering stars in the night sky, and now that I think about it, how romantic (4)
“Pisha! I heard something on the way here!”
While Choco and I were unpacking our luggage in the Guest Room, Shirley came in carrying a basin of water and relayed news she’d heard from the servants.
“Boni is packing right now!”
“What?!”
What in the world is that bastard doing?! If he’s stripped the Fiefdom bare like this, he must have some kind of ambition, but the way he’s acting now makes it look like he’s running away.
But wait—Shirley, you’re also wearing glasses like Boni, so is it okay for you two to curse each other out like that?!
“Choco, this is serious! I think he’s bolting!”
As I was making a fuss, the window glass suddenly rattled.
Vroom!
I was about to order someone to go catch him, when a loud engine roar came from outside the window. It’s a motorcycle. That bastard is escaping on a motorcycle!
“Let’s go quickly! Car keys! Where are the car keys?!”
“Pisha, here!”
“Both of you, don’t hold on too tightly!”
Choco hooked one of us under each arm and jumped right out of the third-floor window.
“Kyaaah!”
“Waaaaah!”
I thought our ribs would break even if Choco was fine, but the man surprisingly bounced us up into the air once before landing first, then caught us with a cushioning motion. It was like the hand technique used when passing a volleyball!
“But why did he run away?”
“Who knows! Let’s just catch him and grill him—something will come out!”
“Don’t show the temperament Chiron raised you with!”
We quickly got into the car, and Choco took the wheel. But the distance between us and the motorcycle didn’t narrow much.
“Choco, drive faster!”
“If I drive fast on a rural road like this, we’ll flip over, Your Highness!”
“Let me do it! Give me the steering wheel!”
You can drive? I was surprised, but Choco nodded as if she’d expected it, then sluggishly moved and climbed onto the car body through the sunroof.
“Father taught me!”
“When?!”
“While you were sleeping, Pisha!”
You all played around while I was asleep?! How unfair! Just as I was about to pout, my body lurched forward and my head bonked against the windshield.
“Uaaaah! Aaaah!”
Shirley’s hands moved deftly as she shifted gears, then she floored the accelerator. Due to the acceleration and the sway when turning curves, I rolled around inside the car, bonking here and there.
“Safety features! When we return, I’ll have safety features installed!”
I wish there were a belt to secure my body! And handholds to grip inside the car too!
Thud!
“What’s with this thud, you madwoman!”
“If we drift along the ditch, we can catch up much faster, Pisha!”
How do you even know that?! What are you all doing while I’m asleep?!
“The next curve is coming! I’ll jump, Shirley!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
What are you talking about jumping for? Jumping off a car going 60 kilometers per hour? Have you lost your mind?!
“You’ll get yourself killed!”
I tried to stop Choco, but with a soft thud, her form had already vanished from the vehicle. The man reappeared directly above the motorcycle ahead, and there came a tremendous crash as both he and the bike shattered into pieces.
Screech, bang, explosion!
The motorcycle skidded sideways, smashed against a boulder, and erupted like a cannon when the fuel tank ignited, flames shooting skyward.
“Choco! Choco, are you alright!”
“I am unharmed, sir!”
Shirley slammed on the brakes with a sharp screech, and once the car came to a complete stop, I rushed out to check on Choco’s condition. I’d borrowed her from Prisoner, and if she got even a scratch, the Princess Palace would be drowning in debt again.
“My, to worry about me so much—doesn’t that make you feel a little good, sir?”
“Of course I’m worried!”
Do you have any idea what your body is worth?! Prisoner took out injury insurance when he lent you to me! If you get damaged, I’ll have to pay an astronomical sum!
“Hehe.”
What’s with the “hehe”? I gave Choco a light punch and checked on Edison. Was this bastard dead? I needed to question him—he couldn’t die on me now.
“Cough.”
“He’s alive. Let’s take him.”
“Where to?”
“Somewhere remote where no one goes.”
Like an abandoned factory, for instance.
I had Choco shove Edison into the car trunk, then asked around town for directions to the newly constructed factory. With Choco at the wheel, the ride was remarkably smooth and comfortable.
“Don’t open the door then, sir.”
A lock was nothing—Choco kicked it with her boot and it simply vanished with a snap. When I rolled up the iron shutter with a metallic screech, the dark interior came into view.
“Turn on the lights, would you? Where’s the switch?”
“One moment, these things are usually….”
Shirley scurried up the wall like a cockroach, saying the switch was typically near the entrance. It was disgusting. But I said nothing, since Shirley eventually found the light switch.
“Wow!”
“Oh.”
“Oh my….”
There’s nothing here!
Wasn’t this supposed to be the Health Bracelet Factory?! Shouldn’t there be machinery or something?!
“There’s nothing at all?”
“Perhaps the machinery hasn’t been installed yet?”
“But for that, isn’t all of this just temporary walls, sir?”
As Choco pointed out, running machinery would require electricity and naturally some outlets, yet the only places with electrical wiring were the light and its switch.
The entrance wall was built of brick, but the rest seemed hastily assembled—it looked exactly like a theater set.
“It seems like we arrived just as he was about to cut his losses and flee, sir?”
“Kisomalos must have helped us. Asking me to keep watch on Achilles at precisely this moment.”
“Oh! Pisha, did you receive an oracle from Kisomalos?”
“Uh, um?”
Well… it was practically the same, wasn’t it? Manifesting in the form of a ram and scratching Achilles’ name on the carpet with my horns—if I had to call it something, I could call it an oracle.
As I gave an ambiguous nod, the ancestral spirits, still at the level of minor deities, sparkled with excitement.
“Wow, I’ve heard about it. They say the Exalted One bestows their will even without Christmas or Halloween. Though Chiron just comes and goes as Ende’s errand boy.”
“I thought he’d taken a disliking to us after completely ignoring Halloween and Christmas last time, but it seems Kisomalos still cherishes Pisha! Well, it’s only natural, I suppose.”
“Ahem, cough, yes, that’s right. Yes.”
I needed to change the subject quickly. Scanning my surroundings, I spotted a rope and a broken chair, then snapped my fingers and asked Choco for a favor.
“Tie this to the hook like so, and then put the chair underneath to rock back and forth.”
“Wow….”
Choco clicked her tongue, muttering that I was a devil incarnate, but she followed my instructions nonetheless. The rope was hung from a hook descending from the factory ceiling, forming a neat loop, and Edison’s neck was secured firmly in place. Then I draped a dark cloth over his face and placed him on the chair.
“Tada.”
“Gack! Cough! Wait, gack! What is this?!”
A device for involuntary death by chair—complete.
“I brought the cleanest one I could find. Pisha, please sit.”
“Understood.”
I settled into the chair Shirley had brought over with a creak and stared quietly at Edison. First, I had many questions and needed to organize them. This one should come first.
“Hey.”
“Y-yes?”
“Why did you approach Achilles Territory?”
“Eh?! Why, you ask? I’m a merchant—what other reason would there be to conduct business here!”
How unfortunate. He still doesn’t understand his situation.
I looked at Edison with exaggerated pity and gestured to Choco. The man understood my gesture perfectly and kicked the chair away with a sharp thrust.
“Gack! Gurk!”
“You don’t seem stupid. Think carefully. Do you really believe I’m curious about your merchant skills?”
Edison swayed like a pendulum. His hands clawed desperately at his bound neck, but before his strength completely failed, Choco returned the chair to its place.
“Gasp! Gasp! Gasping!”
“Now, do you feel like talking?”
“Yes, I’ll talk! Please save me! Please!”
Then let us have a proper conversation. Do you understand the basic steps of dialogue? First, I ask the questions. Second, you provide the answers.
“I’ll ask again. Why did you approach Achilles Territory?”

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