Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67. A Helbatro Side Story Here? Really? (1)
Really. I am Helbatro Mayuna Kisomalos. Twenty years old, in the prime of my youth. The sole legitimate heir of Kisomalos and the Emperor’s Son, unmarried, no lover, one friend—though he went off to war and never came back. That’s all.
Right now I’m hiding in a foul-smelling stable’s feed trough, but I really am the one and only noble Emperor’s Son of the Imperial Kingdom. Truly, genuinely, I am the Emperor’s Son. I hope you’ll believe me.
“Your Highness… where are you, Your Highness?”
Kyaaaaa! That woman followed me all the way here! How on earth does she know where I am! Did she plant a tracking device on me? Or did she inherit some kind of tracking divine ability? But Lorowi is the Lorowi of explosions, isn’t she?
“Hehe. Your Highness, it seems you want to play hide-and-seek.”
That’s not it! No! I! Don’t!
Who in their right mind crawls into a feed trough, dirties their entire body, and plays hide-and-seek!
I wanted to scream, but I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t want that woman to discover my location. I didn’t want to see her. Ever since that woman appeared, my life has been in complete ruins.
Of course, the day Chiron appeared before me, my life was thoroughly destroyed. Let’s call this the First Collapse, the First Impact. But as I dealt with him, I gradually learned how to handle him, and my mental world was rebuilt with impressive strength. The fact that I didn’t become twisted even with such a man as my friend—I really am a remarkable Emperor’s Son.
But that woman was different. She didn’t make sense, and her temperament was strange. Whenever she was bored, she’d chase after me, constantly taking photographs and laughing sinisterly.
I heard rumors that in one of her residences, there’s an entire house dedicated solely to displaying photographs of me. It was revolting.
Up to this point, I’d just think she’s a stalker with an odd personality, but something sinister happened after every ball or banquet.
Every woman I spent a night with inevitably died. At first, I thought it was coincidence, but after the third and fourth woman died, all the ladies who approached me vanished.
Me, who was the most successful man in the Imperial Kingdom. Me, who was the most handsome in the Imperial Kingdom! I, this person! This body! I should be waking up with women warmly in both my arms, yet instead I’m facing a cold, empty bed each morning.
“Ugh! Uuugh!”
I’m so fed up! Nothing’s gone right since I met that woman! I shouldn’t have touched her just because she had a pretty face and seemed strong-willed, with that cold beauty style and those curves! I shouldn’t have met her two, three times just because being led in bed and being gently dominated felt refreshing!
Who could have known that Lorowi’s Eldest Daughter was such a psychotic lunatic!
“Found you.”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
How did you find me! Die! You should just die, you demon! Wouldn’t it be better to kill you and serve time in prison? With that thought, I swung my fist with all my might, but the woman deftly dodged and pulled me right out of the feed trough.
Why does this woman have strength too? Isn’t that strange? This woman, Lurutia Lorowi, is the Eldest Daughter of the Lorowi Family. So she can use the power of explosions. Up to this point, it’s a typical family trait.
But having marksmanship close to divine and monstrous strength on top of that—that’s not typical. When Lorowi Marquis suddenly brought a child and said she was her daughter, something felt off from the start. She must have picked up a monster’s offspring from somewhere. Or maybe she’s an artificially created chimera.
“Isn’t today the day you promised to meet your mother? After coming all this way, if you stand her up, your mother might get so angry she destroys the Imperial Palace.”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want to meet her! That’s why!”
If this meeting happens, I’ll have no choice but to marry this woman. Lurutia has bulldozed through everything and already obtained my mother’s permission for the marriage.
“If I don’t receive your mother’s permission, my losses will be considerable. I’ve already handed over the dowry and the contract.”
“Tch!”
My mother is so heartless—she sold her son for merely ten years of free supply from the explosion divine blessing.
For a man of my caliber, shouldn’t I be married off to a neighboring country’s princess with territorial merger as the condition? I made this argument, but my mother’s response was cold.
[You’re already notorious anyway, so no woman will marry into your family. Lorowi is offering good value, so if you miss this opportunity, you’d better know you’re done for.]
…That’s what she said, I think? No, what kind of thing is “you’d better know you’re done for” to say to your only son?
Anyway, there was no one around me who made sense. If Chiron had been at the Imperial Palace, at least he would have taken my side. But Chiron left spouting nonsense about reclaiming some dukedom or other, causing an internal rebellion. Does he really think a dukedom his uncle took will come back so easily? Especially when even Lorowi has sided with the current duke?
When he comes back completely ruined, I’ll have to comfort him diligently. Haha, there’s no friend quite like me, is there?
“Damn it.”
Before meeting Lorowi Marquis, I really needed to wash up. My current state was filthy, reeking, and utterly deplorable.
If that woman hadn’t come looking for me in the first place, there would have been no reason for me to get dirty, would there?
“Ooh.”
I went to the Bathhouse to wash and met the maidservants who would attend to my bath, and there was a rather pretty newcomer among them. Hmm. Should I call her over tonight?
“Your Highness.”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
In other words, she’d stand guard outside the bathhouse to make sure I didn’t run off. I gave a half-hearted acknowledgment and sank into the warm water.
“Sigh….”
I don’t want to marry. I don’t want to inherit the throne either. I just want to spend my whole life chasing after women, and whenever I have free time, drink myself silly with Ende. That’s all I ask.
Why don’t I have an older brother? If I did, I could dump everything on him and actually enjoy my life.
“Hmm….”
Ende’s birthday comes before mine, so if Mother adopted him, wouldn’t he become my older brother? Legitimate succession doesn’t necessarily have to follow bloodlines anyway. If he became Emperor and I became Emperor’s Son, that would be perfect.
“Idiot.”
What’s the point of reclaiming that Duke title? I’d just come back and manage the Imperial Family’s affairs. Mother would probably clap her hands in delight if Ende inherited the throne instead of me.
“Your Highness, are you there? You’re taking quite long.”
“I’m coming out! Right now!”
Damn it! That woman won’t even let me bathe in peace, constantly nagging me!
I kicked at the bathhouse supplies in frustration, but the basin was surprisingly sturdy, and pain shot through my foot as I grabbed it.
It hurts! It really hurts! This is as bad as when I stubbed my pinky toe on the wardrobe!
But I couldn’t show such disgrace to my subordinates. I quickly wiped away the tears that had started to fall, left the bathhouse, dried my body and hair, and changed into fresh clothes.
Once I’d made myself presentable and handsome again, Lurutia Lorowi giggled and opened her camera to take another commemorative photograph. What a creepy woman.
“Shall we go? We should greet Mother first.”
“Yeah, yeah. The Lorowi Marquis is a busy woman, after all.”
“No, that’s simply Imperial protocol. It’s only natural for the master to receive guests.”
So you’ve really made up your mind to marry into my family? You’ve learned quite a lot. I clicked my tongue and shut myself in the Reception Room. After drinking a cup or two of tea, the Lorowi Marquis finally appeared.
“My apologies. I’m afraid I’m late.”
“Not at all. I haven’t been waiting long.”
I rose from my seat to greet the Lorowi Marquis. She’d come wearing her red commander’s uniform—the kind worn during wartime—and the stench of dirt and gunpowder was so overwhelming I could barely breathe.
“Cough, cough.”
“I’ll open a window.”
“My apologies. I came in such haste that I had no time to change.”
Then why not reschedule for later?! This is clearly deliberate—she came reeking on purpose just to mess with me. Who does she think she’s fooling?!
I contorted my face into a scowl as I looked at the Lorowi Marquis. I couldn’t curse her out and maintain the dignity of the Emperor’s Son, and I was about to hurl some cutting remark when I clamped my mouth shut.
“….”

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