Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82. And nothing was resolved (1)
“Pisha’s knowledge is oddly skewed. That must be your influence, isn’t it?”
Huh? What do you mean by imitation, and what’s this about being skewed? Excuse me, could someone please explain things to a blockhead like me?
As I stupidly swiveled my head around, my Maternal Grandmother spoke to me in a gentle tone.
“Pisha, you wash your ears whenever you hear something unpleasant, don’t you?”
“Huh? Yeah, Emily from the Princess Palace brings warm water, so it’s become a habit now.”
“That’s my habit. Kazelnu ordered the Princess Palace attendants to follow suit.”
What benefit does Aunt gain from doing such a thing? I couldn’t understand it at all, standing there dumbfounded, when my Maternal Grandmother let out a soft laugh at me.
“You have the face of someone calculating profit and loss.”
“No, it’s just… nobody gains anything from it, right?”
“She was like that too.”
Grandmother laughed a bit more, reminiscing about the old days, then continued speaking.
“I passed on exactly what Lutia enjoyed reading and doing, and instructed her to behave like Lutia. This must be correct too, right?”
Wasn’t that just because Aunt was a huge fan of Mother? There was a reason behind it?!
I stared at Aunt because I genuinely couldn’t understand, and her face had turned bright red as if she found the words incredibly uncomfortable.
“This is why I can’t retire. To someone like you who can’t do anything alone, how could I possibly entrust Lorowi to you?”
“That’s—!”
The two of them continued their conversation, leaving me behind in complete confusion. Aunt seemed so infuriated by my Maternal Grandmother’s words that the veins in her neck stood out.
“If only Mother and Sister had trusted me a little!”
“Look at you. You’re still relying on others even now.”
I’m not entirely sure, but I agree with my Maternal Grandmother right now. Mother and my Maternal Grandmother aren’t going to live Aunt’s life for her, after all.
Of course, it does feel reassuring when others trust you. I’ve also found life easier because Prisoner trusts me. But that’s something Emperor does out of goodwill, not an inherent right given to me. Due to the difference in our positions, that goodwill and trust can be withdrawn at any time. I understand this well.
“Pisha, are you alright?”
Worried that I might have been shocked, Head Attendant Grandmother squeezed my hand tightly. But I’m fine. Kisomalos already told me that Aunt dislikes me, and I already knew that when I was in danger, Aunt merely stood by and did nothing.
I even grabbed the back of my neck in shock because of that. If I had to put it in words, I got a vaccination for it and I’m fine now.
“I’m fine. It’s not like I didn’t expect it anyway.”
“No, Pisha! I genuinely like you!”
“Then you must genuinely dislike me just as much.”
“….”
She doesn’t deny it. Human hearts really are complicated. She can dislike me just as much as she likes me.
“From today onward, I revoke Kazelnu Lorowi’s position as Marquess. I’ll keep it and give it to someone more suitable.”
“How can you do that! I’ve already received the Marquess position! I’m the Lorowi Marquess!”
“You were never recognized by Lorowi. You don’t have the keys to the Workshop, and you don’t know Lorowi’s true power.”
Huh? If it goes like this, the story gets twisted in a strange way again. Kisomalos said Lorowi dislikes me. But Aunt wasn’t recognized by Lorowi? Then who exactly is the current legitimate successor and representative of Lorowi?
My gaze naturally turned toward my Maternal Grandmother. Grandmother smiled at me with a knowing grin. That expression somehow resembled Head Attendant Grandmother’s.
‘Oh no.’
Maybe I’ve been barking up the wrong tree this whole time.
“Kazelnu will be confined for self-reflection for the time being. Pisha, you can rest assured.”
I feel like I just kicked away the easiest person to promote with my own feet.
Aunt was dragged away by the servants of the Marquess Estate, and my Maternal Grandmother said she had something else to tell me and called me outside. Grandmother mentioned going to a place called the Workshop and told me about Aunt.
“That child has always liked comparing herself to your mother since long ago. What she did to you was probably just venting her frustrations.”
“She made me imitate Grandmother and Mother, and that counts as venting?”
“If a little girl who resembles me and your mother acts foolishly, wouldn’t that be amusing?”
My Maternal Grandmother laughed, saying she understood the sentiment well enough. It was interesting how she couldn’t empathize with most things, yet was deeply knowledgeable about the inferiority complexes the weak felt. That must be because she’d been observing my Aunt all this time.
“Here it is. If Lorowi Marquis takes a liking to Pisha, she’ll descend here. If not, nothing will change. I’ll wait outside.”
So this was the Workshop that required a key. Based on the conversation between Grandmother and my Aunt, it seemed my Aunt had entered here before but hadn’t received Lorowi Marquis’s approval.
“Hmm….”
So what was the point of me entering either? I didn’t even have the Lorowi name, and I had no intention of being adopted. Still, since I’d come this far, I thought I’d stay long enough for Grandmother to be satisfied. Then the Workshop’s lights came on, and a woman in a fantastical outfit appeared—some kind of sorceress or magician.
“Wow! You’re Lutia’s daughter! Nice to meet you! I’m! Whoa!”
The woman dragging a massive staff toward me tripped over it and fell. I tried to offer her a hand to help her up, but she said she had no physical form and gratefully accepted my kind gesture as she sprang back up energetically.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Lorowi, the very concept of an alchemist!”
“Concept?”
“Yes, it’s meta!”
Meta again. Gods really do love meta concepts. Anyway, an alchemist? I thought Lorowi was some kind of god of war?
When I expressed my curiosity, the woman laughed and told me that wasn’t the case at all.
“How could I wage war! Though I do have some expertise in bomb manufacturing!”
“Oh.”
So Lorowi was the Lorowi of explosions because she was an alchemist specializing in explosions. Then could divine explosives and other things be made here? It looked just like a witch’s workshop. There was even a large cauldron over there.
“As expected of Lutia’s daughter, you’re sharp! That’s right, various tools and medicines including divine explosives can be made in this Workshop!”
“Wow!”
Wait a moment. Could it be that my Aunt was poor because she couldn’t use the Workshop? Because without the Workshop, she couldn’t make divine explosives?
“Ah, Kazelnu… that child, it’s unfortunate what happened.”
“Why didn’t you let my Aunt use the Workshop? You didn’t even give her the key?”
“Ah… that’s….”
Lorowi Marquis made an extremely sympathetic expression and told me about when my Aunt first visited this place at age five.
“The cauldron exploded the moment she touched it. She had absolutely no talent for alchemy.”
Seeing her earnest efforts, she felt both admiration for her diligence and pity, so she granted her the explosion ability. But no matter what, when a family is supposed to be alchemists, she couldn’t make someone without alchemy skills the legitimate heir, so she couldn’t give her the Workshop key.
“Wait, could it be that Mother’s marksmanship and superhuman strength…”
“Ah, truly Lutia’s daughter! That’s right, it’s all thanks to the concentration potion and the strength elixir A!”
Those were all drug buffs?!
Wow, wait. Now that I knew the truth, everything I’d found strange up until now made sense. All the pieces of the puzzle fit together. Lorowi was definitely the Lorowi of explosions, but Mother’s superior abilities, Lorowi creating new weapons and metals for use in war—it was all because of alchemy abilities?
“Enhancement is the basics of alchemy!”
The Lorowi Family abilities are completely broken!
I let out a shriek of disbelief, and Lorowi Marquis waved her staff around, lit a fire in the cauldron, and handed me a wooden staff.
“Well, since you’ve come this far, let’s test if you have talent. Shall we start with the simplest thing?”
“No, I have no intention of succeeding Lorowi.”
“Come on, you lose nothing by trying, so give it a shot!”
This woman was cheerfully coercing me. She waved her staff again, opened what looked like a grimoire, and neatly stacked materials and scales on the desk.
“Here, just follow the recipe book.”
“Um, thirty grams of herbs… does any herb work?”
“Of course. Alchemy relies heavily on imagination, after all.”
“That’s awfully half-hearted.”
I’m only doing this because I was told to, so if it explodes like Aunt did, that’s not my responsibility.

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