Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73. At most Maternal Family Homes, one receives Maternal Grandmother’s secret weapon. Ours was marinated flounder. (4)
Since Choco wasn’t accompanying me on this business trip, both Father and Choco packed me full of supplies. First, Emperor Father selected a small elite contingent of Imperial Palace guards to assign to me, and he even taught me basic firearm usage.
Thanks to that, I got to hold a Walther P38 pistol in my hands for the very first time in my life. A genuine first. Even before my regression, I’d never held this pistol. Since it was military-issue, it wasn’t distributed to me. And if I’d made a fuss visiting the Military Ministry just to try it out, petitions would have rained down in front of the Princess, so I never even attempted it.
Anyway, this Walther P38 was, in any case, state-of-the-art, in any case military-standard issue, and in any case absolutely amazing! Do you know how incredible it is? What? The first semi-automatic pistol on the Narak Continent to use a double-action trigger?
What’s a double-action trigger, you ask? Well now, that’s an excellent question. Allow me to explain specially. Usually when you look at revolvers and other pistols, there’s something you pull at the back, right? That’s the hammer, and the device you pull with your finger is the trigger. A single-action trigger works the way we commonly know it—you cock the hammer first, then aim, then fire.
But? A double-action trigger? Just unlock the safety and pulling the trigger alone accomplishes the hammer-cocking procedure all at once. It means you can just bang-bang away when things get urgent. That’s probably why Father recommended the P38 to me. Since there’s no way a beginner like me could actually aim and hit anything, he figured I should just bang-bang away when it gets desperate.
“Hmph.”
I gently stroked the bag where my Walther was sleeping. I wouldn’t use it because it’s heavy, but still, I felt tremendous affection for it as my first gun in this lifetime. For reference, the gun I kept by my bedside before regression was a Tokarev.
“Hehe.”
“Stop giggling and walk faster, please.”
“Huh?”
That voice—isn’t that the Chief Attendant Grandmother? Why is Madam Listo at the airfield? Puzzled, I turned around, and there was Tania Grandmother in vacation attire holding an enormous bag.
“Grandmother, what are you doing here?”
“I was anxious about sending you alone, so I took leave and came out.”
“Eek!”
The Chief Chamberlain had vacation time as part of her duties?! Choco must be incredibly frustrated. She was so disappointed about not being able to go. Oh, come to think of it, Choco lent me her private unit. It’s supposedly an anti-terrorism suppression unit, and since it was a gift from Choco’s father, Duke Chiron, back when he was alive, apparently she doesn’t even lend them to Prisoner.
“But what’s that bag?”
“His Majesty gave it to me. He said it would be dangerous to go empty-handed.”
“Well then, may I look inside?”
Whether she learned it from Father or not, the Chief Chamberlain opened the bag and swiftly assembled firearms.
“Whoa! Isn’t that a Beretta M38 submachine gun! How beautiful!”
“What kind of person is this.”
“A modified version with the barrel shroud removed for convenience, you say? It has that natural beauty of a woman who needs nothing more than jeans and a white shirt to dazzle!”
“What kind of person is this, really.”
As I exclaimed over the Beretta M38, Shirley, who had been carrying luggage to our airship, came rushing over to look together.
“Wow! Pisha, it’s a Beretta M38!”
“Yes! Magazine capacity of twenty rounds and a rate of fire of five hundred fifty rounds per minute!”
“It really does have two triggers! Won’t that be confusing?”
“But that’s what allows you to switch between semi-automatic and full-auto fire! There’s no helping it!”
As Shirley and I were squealing and chattering about Beretta specs, the Lorowi Marquis, my fellow traveler heading to Lorowi Territory, appeared. Upon seeing the beautiful Beretta with its wooden stock, she had a distant, nostalgic expression.
“A Beretta, then. My child’s first gun was also a Beretta. Though it was a Brigadier pistol.”
Oh, so Mother’s first gun was a Beretta too. The dark color suits her well. Mother also had black hair and black eyes just like Prisoner.
“There’s a gunpowder smell coming from the bag. Does the Princess also carry firearms?”
“Yes! This is my first gun, given to me by Emperor Father!”
“May I see it?”
“Of course.”
I opened the attaché case with a click and showed the interior to Grandmother. She glanced at it and made a disapproving face.
“A Walther. It will be heavy for a child.”
“That’s why it’s double-action. I think he’s telling me to just bang-bang away for intimidation?”
“Ah, so that was the intent. Then it’s a wise choice.”
That’s right, our father is quite clever. When I hear Prisoner praise him, it feels as though I’m receiving the praise myself. I giggled and closed the bag again, and my Maternal Grandmother extended her hand, offering to carry my luggage for me.
“Please, allow me to carry it for you.”
“No. I shall carry it myself. Danger lurks everywhere.”
“Hehe.”
Grandmother laughed in a way I had never seen before. Then she made me a peculiar proposal.
“From now on, this is a private setting. Would it be acceptable for me to be a grandmother speaking to her granddaughter, rather than a marquis addressing the Princess?”
“Do as you please. You’ve been mixing casual and formal speech with me all along anyway.”
“Then I shall do just that.”
Wow, quite the shift in demeanor. The moment I gave my permission, Chamberlain dropped all formality and asked how she had become so knowledgeable about firearms.
“Well, Mother used them extensively. She left behind many books too. I picked it all up by reading them as a hobby.”
“Hehe, I see. …I see.”
Now she looked absolutely delighted. I am truly my mother’s daughter, so is it really so surprising that I resemble her?
“If only I had known from the beginning…”
But suddenly the atmosphere grew tense. Sensing something unsettling from Chamberlain and feeling uneasy, I dodged her attempt to pat my head. Chief Attendant Grandmother stepped forward in front of me and immediately aimed a submachine gun at her. That thing must be incredibly heavy, yet she was still holding it without disassembling it.
“Do not entertain such thoughts. This young lady is the Princess of Kisomalos.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“If you had known better, three years ago it should have been Lorowi who raised an army instead of Chiron—that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it, you fool.”
“Your words are harsh. Do you wish to die?”
“I am the Chief Chamberlain who has served three successive Emperors of Kisomalos and a Count with my own fiefdom. There is no one more fitting to stand against you.”
My grandmother certainly matched the previous Lorowi Marquis in experience and standing. Considering her connections with the current and former Emperors, Lorowi should have been the one showing deference to the Chief Chamberlain.
Imperial etiquette is so intricate. Depending on the situation and position at any given moment, the hierarchy between the two could shift. Had this been wartime, the word of the Lorowi Marquis might have become law itself.
“Now, now! Stop fighting and let’s board the airship. At this rate, we won’t take off today.”
I intervened in their quarrel, took Chief Attendant Grandmother’s hand, and led her forward. I spoke to Madam Listo with a touch of charm, asking her to overlook Chamberlain just this once. Chamberlain reluctantly gathered her firearms and bag. Then, turning toward the Lorowi Marquis, she let out a triumphant shriek.
“Heng!”
“That wretched old woman!”
As the Marquis kicked up a fuss, the airfield security personnel and the royal guards Father had lent us all came running.
“Was it necessary to be so irritating?”
“Such old women will keep crawling back unless you step on them once.”
If you step on them, they’ll probably wriggle even more.
Well, they’re adults—if the two of them quarrel, they’ll sort it out themselves. I boarded the airship, took a seat in the same section as my friends, and opened my bag to retrieve a stack of documents.
“What are you doing, Pisha?”
“Oh, you know those safety belts and auxiliary handholds I made before? If I can get a law enacted to install them in automobiles and sell them, I’m certain the money will come pouring in.”
“Wow!”
“That’s amazing! Only the Princess could pull off such a scheme!”
Hm-hmm, that’s right. Since there’s nothing to do while flying, I thought I’d draft some legislative proposals.

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