Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 7

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Chapter 07. Side Story: Our Flower, the Emily Group
I am a seasoned Emily, having been called Emily fifty-two times by the Princess Highness.
It has been three years since I joined the Princess Palace, and by now the work sits comfortably in my hands.
Her Highness remains in good health today. Though her life’s direction has shifted recently, it was hardly a matter of great consequence.
Because of Kazelnu Lorowi, Her Highness’s aunt, the Princess had been extraordinarily mindful of propriety and dignity.
“Your Highness, the weather is splendid today. Would it not be pleasant to go flower viewing?”
“No. Breaking the flow of my studies would not serve me well.”
“Your Highness, if you were to ask His Majesty, he would surely grant you that toy Trimuti plays with.”
In truth, her desperate desire to play and her suppressed longing for the toy were written plainly across her face, yet I and the other Emilys held our tongues and obeyed her words.
Such is the way of a lady’s maid. We do not act unless our mistress commands it. In other words, whatever our mistress orders, we accomplish by any means necessary.
When Her Highness bolted toward the elephant slide, I thought, “At last it comes,” and silently cheered along with the other Emilys.
That’s right—Her Highness is still a child. Children must play. No matter how she grows, I am certain she will be approximately 115,000 times better than His Majesty as he is now. So play to your heart’s content.
All that restraint burst forth at once, and on the day Her Highness claimed the elephant slide, she even grappled with Trimuti in combat.
Though I wished to seize Trimuti firmly so that Her Highness could strike freely, she had not commanded it, so we could only remain still.
The legitimate heir of the Imperial Family surely had her reasons. She must have wanted to win the fight through her own strength alone.
Reading that resolve, we kept our cheers unspoken and shadowboxed only in our hearts.
Strike there, Your Highness. Hit the vital points.
Yes! Excellent! A double nosebleed!
‘If she drew a double nosebleed, that’s as good as victory!’
Her Highness won the fight, and even when she moved to the Prison by His Majesty’s command, she remained composed.
To accept childish impulse while submitting to the consequences—such composure would be impossible in an ordinary five-year-old.
Truly, she is the legitimate heir. Like a successor bearing five hundred years of Kisomalos history, her very mindset was different.
And so we of the Emily Group resolved to dedicate ourselves even more to serving the Princess Highness.
Of course, we had devoted ourselves sincerely until now, but as Her Highness approached all matters with vigor, we too worked actively as the proud Emily Group of the Princess Palace.
First, we cultivated a sense of belonging among the palace staff of the Princess Palace and boasted of it to the surrounding attendants and maids.
We serve Vishnabel Highness, who will one day become the master of the Empire. Our futures were guaranteed differently from those who serve the setting sun that is the Emperor.
Of course, if we spoke such words aloud, we would be beheaded, but we had never once let them slip from our lips, so there was no problem.
When people carry themselves with airs of superiority, those around them come to believe they are indeed superior.
And when the people of the Princess Palace boasted as one, others naturally assumed the tide had shifted.
Once such a current was established, it became easy to receive expensive items from the Imperial Treasury.
The finest things and finest foods in the palace had to be used for the Princess Highness.
Using them for the Emperor’s Concubine, who would remain in the palace for merely a few years at most, was like casting pearls before swine.
As a result, we frequently clashed with the staff of the Empress Palace. It had not yet escalated to physical combat, but that was only a matter of time. We never knew when a fight might break out.
All the palace staff who worked in the Imperial Family had made a secret pact, hidden from the high-ranking members of the Imperial Family.
If there was to be a fight, it would be at nine in the evening beneath the Bridge Underpass at the Summer Palace.
One day we would wage war against those wretches. We prepared for it steadily, obeyed Her Highness’s commands in the meantime, and trained in our spare moments.
Each morning upon waking, we all performed one hundred gratitude punches while thinking of the Princess Highness.
After finishing that routine, I bent down hastily at the Laundry Area as I prepared to wash clothes. It was to suppress my laughter.
From somewhere came a sound like “Piiiiiii—.” Unable to identify whether it was a flute or something else, I turned my head at the strange noise and burst into laughter.
Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos, the legitimate heir of the five-hundred-year imperial dynasty, appeared riding a tricycle, wearing a crown upon her head and a glittering cape draped across her shoulders in the most peculiar attire.
That wasn’t all. With a clown nose perched on his face, he had a peculiar pipe in his mouth that stretched into three branches whenever he blew air through it.
“Are you laughing?”
“Hehehehe! Hehehehe!”
“Do you find me amusing?”
“N-no, no, absolutely not, hehehehe!”
“So you think I’m a clown!”
“I deserve to die for this offense!”
This was my fault. I should have bitten my thigh until it bled rather than laugh. My laughter was a grave transgression.
I dropped to my knees on the floor and awaited punishment. Then His Majesty descended from the tricycle himself and spoke with noble dignity.
“Next time, I shall have you beaten!”
“Your mercy is boundless!”
He’s been using the word “beating” quite frequently lately.
Surely he hasn’t remembered that incident.
The thought of it made my laughter fade instantly.
I meekly extended the back of my hand to His Majesty.
With each strike—one, two—I exaggerated my suffering dramatically, and once His Majesty observed my apparent agony, he instructed me not to do so again and returned to his tricycle.
The late First Emily was the head of our attendants and a loyal confidante of the Empress.
Since she spent much time with the Empress, it was inevitable that she caught the Emperor’s eye.
The Emperor commanded First Emily to enter his bedchamber, but she refused and suffered severe beatings. Her wounds festered afterward, and she eventually passed away. The Princess was deeply traumatized by this tragedy.
Having lost the attendant she relied upon most, the Princess wept as though the world itself were ending. It was only natural—aside from the Empress, First Emily was the one she spent the most time with.
The Princess, who had sobbed without breath until she convulsed and then lay bedridden for two days, forgot First Emily’s existence after that. Instead, she began calling every attendant in the Princess Palace by the name Emily.
“Hey, you foolish girl! Keep your eyes where they belong!”
“I deserve to die for this transgression, Your Highness!”
“Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, move aside or you’ll be crushed.”
Well… it’s fortunate that His Highness is healthy.
Perhaps it’s because Kazelnu is overseeing her education. Her mouth seems to have become rather… loose.
Since Kazelnu constantly calls His Majesty a blockhead, the Princess has adopted “blockhead” as her primary way of referring to him.
Moreover, Kazelnu spent a long time on the battlefield, and the Lorowi household itself has that sort of atmosphere, so she frequently uses crude language. How could His Highness not be influenced by that?
Well, it’s far better than her being dispirited because of the Emperor’s Concubine.
As she grows and makes friends her own age, she’ll naturally learn to be more refined. Hopefully, Kazelnu, her education supervisor, will bring suitable candidates—well-mannered and dignified girls.
I began washing while practicing striking the water with the edge of my hand.
We are the flower of the Emily Group.
We do whatever His Highness commands. If it is not commanded, we do not move no matter what.
Our will is His Highness’s will, and His Highness’s will is our will.
But we shall not lose in a fight against those from the Empress Palace.
I let out a spirited shout and delivered a knife-hand strike toward the laundry.

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