Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77. People don’t change until they die. If they change, it means it’s time for them to go. (1)
After that, I slept like a log without waking once.
“Rise and shine!”
“Oh, good morning, Pisha.”
Yes, I slept well. This place has artillery booming in the distance and a rather gloomy atmosphere even in the morning.
Before bed yesterday, I’d been troubled about how to spend the remaining days at the Marquess Estate, but now that I’m thinking about visiting that place, my motivation is surging.
“Pisha! Pisha, Pisha! Grandmother says she’ll show you the Training Ground!”
Shirley’s certainly energetic this morning. And Lorowi, who planned an early trip there, doesn’t seem to need much sleep either. I told them to get ready while I wash up, and Shirley gave Croa a betrayed look as he lay on the bed.
“Hey. Why did you sleep there?”
“It just happened that way.”
“If you were going to sleep with us, you should have called me!”
Are they about to fight again?
“The bed is too narrow. How could three of us fit?”
“Not lengthwise—if we lay sideways like this, three of us would fit perfectly!”
“If we sleep that way, my legs would stick out.”
“Your legs can freeze for all I care!”
They’re fighting as expected. I left Croa and Shirley pulling at each other’s long hair and went to wash my face, then visited the bathroom.
I’d seen it yesterday, but it’s been renovated quite lavishly. Of course there’s a state-of-the-art bidet, and the walls even have tile mosaics. Hiring someone to install those mosaic tiles must have cost a fortune. Was Aunt really the only poor one in Lorowi?
“Piiiiiisha! Aunt will drive you to the Training Ground!”
Aunt’s resilience is remarkable. Of course, I know Lorowi people have thick skin, but after burning down the Dining Hall yesterday and fighting with Grandmother, she’s offering to be the driver? I opened the bathroom window to check if Grandmother was going separately, and there she was, sitting firmly in the back seat of an expensive-looking car with a long hood.
Well, I suppose such family dynamics exist somewhere. I once heard from a new recruit named Emily that her family also fights and makes up with her mother constantly.
“Wait! I’m coming now!”
I finished washing my hands and went downstairs with my friends. As we left the Estate, the Chief Attendant Grandmother took the passenger seat next to Aunt, while Shirley and Croa sat beside my Maternal Grandmother. If I sat too, it would be cramped. What should I do?
“Oh my. You’ll have to sit on my lap, Pisha.”
There’s no help for it. Getting another car would be too much trouble. As I thought this and opened the passenger door, my Maternal Grandmother spoke quietly.
“The front seat is cramped and dangerous. My lap would be better.”
Huh? Now that I think about it, that makes sense. Aunt seems like she drives recklessly. If she brakes suddenly, I’ll hit my head on the windshield again. For my safety, the back would be better. I closed the passenger door and opened the back door.
“It will take about thirty minutes to reach the Training Ground. Will you sit on someone’s lap the whole way?”
Wait, that’s also true? If I sit on my Maternal Grandmother’s lap, I won’t be able to move and I won’t be able to breathe properly. I’ve heard Listo is famous for logic and eloquence, but Tania the Chief Attendant Grandmother is equally cold and sharp. I closed the back door again.
“Why would I be uncomfortable? I’m Pisha’s Maternal Grandmother.”
“That’s precisely the problem. You’ve never even visited the Imperial Palace to see your granddaughter’s face, yet here you are acting like a grandmother.”
“And why are you acting like a grandmother!”
“I raised Helbatro with my own milk! If Helbatro is my child, then Pisha is my granddaughter!”
“That’s sophistry!”
“If it’s sophistry, then refute it!”
Stop fighting, you two. I can just sit on one of my friends’ laps. As I said this and declared I’d sit on Shirley’s lap, Croa suddenly patted his own knee.
“Pisha, since you’re similar in size to the Achilles Young Lady, it would be uncomfortable for you. Please sit on my lap.”
“Oh…”
Now that he mentions it, that makes sense, but why does it feel like the earlier argument is about to repeat itself?
“No! Pisha, what strength does he have! I’ll hold you firmly, so use my lap!”
“That’s quite strong.”
“No, I’m stronger?”
“You’re not?”
“You’re not, you’re not? I’m stronger?”
Ah, there it was again—that repetitive bickering. I slammed the carriage door shut and called out to the estate servants.
“You there! Bring out another carriage!”

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I rode alone in comfortable solitude, exchanging jokes with my driver. The carriage ahead of us was cursed. As I followed along, I kept watch on the situation—there was shouting, the carriage was bouncing around, it was absolute chaos. My choice to avoid getting caught up in their mess was wise indeed. I’d made it crystal clear that I would travel alone and no one was to follow me, and that decision had proven correct.
“Your Majesty, when will you be coming to Lorowi then?”
“Huh? Coming?”
But I’m already in Lorowi Territory, aren’t I? When I questioned him thus, the elderly butler currently serving as my driver laughed and said that wasn’t what he meant.
“Lady Yupi said that the Princess would be taking over Lorowi.”
“Eh? Who’s Yupi? Who is this person speaking such presumptuous nonsense?”
I didn’t know who she was, but whoever dared utter such ridiculous things deserved a beating.
Perhaps he’d overheard my Maternal Grandmother chattering about it during last night’s dinner? The servants here were usually kept on a tight leash, but this one had a loose tongue.
“Lady Yuprina, sir. The previous Lorowi Marquess.”
“Pfft!”
Hahahaha! That old woman’s nickname is Yupi?! Oh my goodness, I’m dying!
“Yupi, hehe, Yupi hehehehe!”
“It’s a lovely name, isn’t it? When she was young, she was truly as adorable as her name suggested.”
“Adorable. Hehe, hehehehe, hehe, yes, Yupi really is such a pretty name hehehehe.”
What am I doing, I’m going to cry from laughing. I shouldn’t be laughing at someone’s name like this. But it’s just so unfitting! With that stocky build, I wouldn’t have been surprised if her name had been Gutenberg.
“She’s much more composed now, but back then she was quite the tomboy.”
“Ah yes, I can certainly imagine that.”
“She killed fifty men without discrimination, whether they came courting her or not.”
“That’s a serial killer!”
That’s not tomboy behavior! Who calls a mass murderer a tomboy?!
This grandfather looks so gentle, yet he says such frightening things. Anyway, everyone in Lorowi seems to have a warped sense of common sense.
“Haha, I was joking.”
“Oh, you were joking?”
“Yes, in reality, only five people actually had blood on their hands.”
“Um….”
Sorry, was I laughing too loudly? I’ll keep my mouth shut and stay quiet. Come to think of it, I was being rude laughing at my employer’s name. Pisha has no right to laugh at Yupi.
I decided to compose myself and didn’t say another word until we arrived at the Lorowi Military Training Camp.
“Pisha!”
“Pisha, are you airsick again? You don’t look well.”
“No.”
It’s just that something funny and terrifying happened. When I answered briefly, Shirley and Croa asked what this funny and terrifying thing was, but I couldn’t tell them. I would protect my Maternal Grandmother’s honor.
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
What’s all this commotion? Has war broken out somewhere?
Shirley suddenly screamed, and I wondered what was wrong, only to find her weeping at the sight of that little iron contraption.
“Pisha, it’s Little Willie! Little Willie is here!”
“What! You’re telling me there’s even an obsolete armored vehicle like that?!”
Is Lorowi Territory some kind of treasure island? What kind of fiefdom has both a Mother Tank and a Little Willie?
I rushed over and shrieked alongside Shirley in delight.
“So this is that idiot tracked vehicle that couldn’t even cross a trench!”
“Kyaa! It doesn’t even have a machine gun! What on earth is this thing supposed to do?!”
“Exactly! Isn’t it just a farm machine with some scrap metal welded on?!”
We spent a good while mocking Little Willie, laughing ourselves silly, and then decided to call Croa to take a commemorative photograph.
“Aunt, would you take a picture for us?”
“Of course! I’ll be right there!”
Once we finished taking photos, I wanted to ask my Maternal Grandmother if we could go inside, but it seemed the Chief Attendant Grandmother was about to quarrel with her again.
“Children really ought to play in wide open spaces like this.”
“The Imperial Palace is quite spacious as well.”
“When I return, I should suggest to His Majesty that raising the Princess at her Maternal Family Home might be worthwhile.”
“The Imperial Family is already raising her quite well.”

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