Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74. It’s customary at one’s maternal grandmother’s home to be treated to her secret weapon. Ours was marinated flounder. (5)
“Blech! Ugh!”
“Pisha! Would you like another motion sickness pill?”
“Pisha! Look at something far away, something far!”
Ah, right. I’d forgotten I get airsick on airships. It’s hard enough to keep my wits about me once I’m aboard, so how am I supposed to draft legislative opinions!
I groaned throughout the entire flight, and even after arriving at Lorowi Territory, the nausea continued relentlessly, leaving me no time to take in the sights. I was carried to Lorowi Mansion and spent the entire day resting in bed before my mind finally cleared.
“Ugh, I’m dying.”
“Piiiiiishaaaaa!”
Wait. That’s my Aunt’s voice, isn’t it? I’ve just come back from the brink of death—do I really have to suffer again? I hurriedly called for Emily, and she positioned herself solemnly before me, attempting to block my Aunt’s advance.
But there was no way a mere Emily could stop my Aunt, one of the Kisomalos Empire’s greatest generals, a woman of countless battles and experience.
“Piiiiiishaaaaa, your Aunt missed you so much!”
“Nooooo!”
This infuriating Aunt is biting my earlobes again! I was so upset I nearly had a fit, and when the Chief Chamberlain heard my screams, she rushed into the room with Choco’s Private Unit. As the specially trained, muscular men and women surrounded my Aunt, the woman froze and released her grip on me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Aunt was doing something gross!”
“What, can’t an aunt nibble on her niece’s earlobes a little!”
Ask my opinion first, my opinion! Am I a puppy or something! Why do you just grab me and bite without asking!
As I scolded my Aunt in anger, she pouted her lips and made a show of being hurt.
“Tch, your Aunt just came back from hardship on the battlefield, so cut me some slack.”
I’m not your healing item!
Even my father Prisoner doesn’t just grab and cuddle me like that. Though he does sometimes just pick me up and toss me around. And Vishnabel Crayprang occasionally does that kimbap roll thing too.
Anyway, they all read the room properly and don’t do things I dislike! Though forcing me to study is just something they do regardless!
“Pisha seems to like that guy more than me!”
“Actually, I like Prisoner more!”
My Aunt spoke petulantly, but when I sincerely declared that I preferred my father, her eyes widened in surprise.
“He’s a fake! I’m Pisha’s real Aunt!”
“Shut up! There are plenty of fakes in this world better than the real thing!”
“Where would you find something like that!”
“Father has lots of money and lets me do whatever I want and loves me and truly trusts me!”
“Your Aunt loves you even more!”
Hmm, I hadn’t intended to argue the moment I arrived at Lorowi, but since the topic had come up, I might as well ask.
I narrowed my eyes and spoke in a low voice before my loudly protesting Aunt.
“You don’t like me, Aunt.”
“W-why would I not like Pisha?”
Who knows? I only received a note to pass along to Kisomalos, after all.
Since I couldn’t think of any particular reason, I just stared at her quietly, and my Aunt, growing flustered, began rambling before turning away.
“Your Aunt doesn’t dislike Pisha, no, I mean, I like you! Of course I like you! Your Aunt is going to greet your Mother now!”
She’s running away. Apart from the fact that she adores me, it seems there really is some ill feeling toward me?
My heart grew complicated and I sighed. Why are my blood relatives all so twisted in personality.
“Pisha! Are you feeling alright?”
A whirring sound echoed from somewhere, and Croa appeared. Inline skates indoors—they’d leave the floor absolutely scarred, yet somehow he’d managed to get permission from the Chamberlain. Impressive.
For reference, the Princess Palace had banned their use on the wooden floors. The handmaidens and servants had actually picketed with signs complaining about the scratches, if I recall correctly.
“Alright, the motion sickness is completely gone.”
“The Maternal Grandmother said she’d show us the Lorowi History Museum!”
Croa seemed unusually excited. I’d always thought he was just weak at history and wanted to study more, but now I realized—Croa was simply a history enthusiast.
Last year or so, the National Museum had held an exhibition of wooden tablets engraved with early Kisomalos history, and when we all said we wouldn’t go, he’d apparently dragged himself there alone to see it?
A history museum sounded tedious, but couldn’t Croa just go by himself? I was about to lie back down in bed when Shirley came bounding over and called me.
“Pisha! Pisha, the Maternal Grandmother said she’d show us the Lorowi History Museum!”
“I already heard. Never mind Croa, but why are you excited?”
“If it’s the Lorowi History Museum, it’s obviously going to be a war history museum!”
“I hadn’t thought of that!”
Right! These two were war fanatics! I’d known one thing but missed the other—Shirley really was one step ahead of me!
We ran excitedly toward the Villa, and before we even reached the museum, we were already gasping in awe at the garden decorations.
“Wow!”
“Siege weapons! Ancient siege weapons, Pisha!”
“It’s overwhelming. You can really feel the history.”
It wasn’t a model but an actual weapon used in real warfare—the wood was scarred and damaged in places, with metal plates reinforced over certain sections for maintenance. So this was a trebuchet. They used to breach castle walls with these things? Absolutely incredible.
“Is that bow-shaped thing over there also a siege weapon?”
“Oh, that’s a ballista. It was used in siege warfare, but also in naval combat and as an anti-personnel weapon.”
Judging by its size, the one here was definitely built exclusively for siege warfare.
We wandered excitedly through the garden and reached the museum entrance. Standing before the open doors, the Chief Attendant Grandmother and my Maternal Grandmother were locked in a headlock.
“Let go first.”
“You let go first.”
“I could die like this.”
“If I die now, it would be a good death.”
Were these two actually very close? And the Chief Attendant Grandmother was certainly extremely old, but what kind of “good death” was that? I’d fought with my grandmother plenty, but the thought of her actually dying made me sad, so I quietly grabbed the Chief Chamberlain’s skirt.
“Don’t talk about dying. Don’t die. I’ll need you as Chief Chamberlain when I become Emperor.”
“Oh my.”
The Chief Chamberlain quickly released my Maternal Grandmother’s hair and scooped me up with a beaming smile.
“Of course. I’ll live another hundred years and nag the Princess all the way.”
“Ah, please don’t nag!”
“Hehehehe!”
The Chief Chamberlain laughed like a villainous young lady, then let out a provocative screech—”Heng!”—just like before. My Maternal Grandmother, her hair disheveled, looked at me and spread her arms wide, wiggling her fingers.
“What are you doing?”
“Come give your grandmother a hug too.”
“We’re… not… that… close, are we?”
“Hooot! Ohohoho!”
I hadn’t meant to make the Chief Chamberlain feel good, but she certainly looked triumphant.
The Chief Chamberlain entered the museum while holding me. My Maternal Grandmother was glaring at me quite fiercely… but why were they fighting in the first place?
“My goodness! So Lorowi was fighting like barbarians from the very beginning. How impressive.”
The Chief Chamberlain’s words dripped with sarcasm, but I wriggled free from Maternal Grandmother’s lap and rushed toward the display case. There, gleaming in the light, was a blade forged from obsidian.
“Wow! That’s incredible! Isn’t this a stone tool? A flaked stone tool!”
Now that I thought about it, Choco’s deity had once gifted her an obsidian blade. If that was the case, perhaps this figure’s period of activity coincided with that era. After all, most people would never conceive of crafting a blade from obsidian.
“Tsk, I wonder who she takes after.”
“Why, Lorowi, of course. Her Highness the Princess carries Lorowi blood, after all.”
This time, the Chief Chamberlain glared at me with intensity, while Maternal Grandmother beamed with pride. Was I really going to spend this entire vacation walking a tightrope between these two?
“Pisha, look here—there’s a golden crown as well.”
“But she’s neither of royal nor imperial descent. Why would such a relic exist?”
“Ah, well…”
Since I’d sided with Lorowi, Maternal Grandmother’s eyes lit up with delight. She took my hand and led me toward the golden crown, cradling me in her arms as she gestured for me to examine it closely. She then revealed the origin of that magnificently adorned crown.

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