Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85. Misfortune Lies Everywhere (2)
My hands trembled as I pulled out the second letter. I hadn’t even skimmed through this one, so it remained sealed shut. As I tore open the envelope, I could see the marks where Nanakda had pressed the pen hard into the paper, clearly frustrated.
Over a month has passed without a reply, so I take up my pen once more, Your Highness the Princess.
Do you have no hands? No feet? Why did you receive my letter but not send one back? Since I sent it by post, I worried it might have been lost, so I even sent word through telegraph to the Princess Palace. But they say it arrived safely, didn’t it? Are you ignoring me? Do you ignore me too, just like my older siblings did? Are you going to…? No, let me stop. This isn’t something to say in a letter.
Perhaps you’re hesitating over how to reply. Vishnabel is still young, so that’s understandable. Generous as I am, I’ll be patient. When you receive this letter, you must reply without fail.
I reflected deeply on my last letter, where I seemed to have brought up the dowry only to you. It should be a transaction that leaves good memories for both of us, so I thought it would be better if I too carefully prepared gifts for you.
A tribute came from a vassal state recently, and wouldn’t you know it—there was a pink sapphire that resembles the color of your eyes on the list. I thought it would make a wonderful wedding gift, so I asked the Emperor and obtained it. I’ll give it to you when we meet next. I can already picture how delighted you’ll be.
I truly hope you’ll reply to this letter.
“Hmm…”
I see. So the Emperor’s Son is collecting jewels like a crow, is he? What should I do? In his imagination, I’ve already accepted the marriage proposal, am wearing a wedding dress, and have a pink sapphire necklace around my neck as I walk down the aisle.
I frowned deeply and opened the next letter. This one was considerably shorter than the previous ones.
Hey! Reply to my letters!
“What is this?”
As I tried to open the fourth letter, Emily handed me a box along with it. She said it was a package that arrived with the letter, and that it had passed through both poison detection spirit stones and explosive detection hounds, so its safety was guaranteed.
“Huh.”
When I unwrapped it, inside was a magnificent fountain pen and some ink that had partially evaporated over time.
I was wrong. I overlooked the possibility that you might not have writing implements in your room. Now that I think about it, you were pushed into coming all the way to the Empire by a usurper’s hand. Surely you’re not being abused by that usurper, are you? If that were the case, you should have asked for help when you came to the Empire!
No, you were too young to think that deeply. If that usurper is truly neglecting or abusing the Princess, then there’s a possibility my previous letters never reached you properly. He might have even manipulated the telegraph confirming that the earlier letter arrived.
Vishnabel, listen well. If you need help, write to me with this writing instrument and let me know. If even that’s impossible, open a line to the Fifth Prince Palace in Astiages and tap out ‘tap-tap-tap tap-tap tap-tap-tap’. Do you understand? ‘Tap-tap-tap tap-tap tap-tap-tap’.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I plan to gather information about your situation with Abamama’s help, but I can’t even trust that. I need to establish my own private intelligence organization. This will keep me busy for a while. Let’s meet safely next time.
“Huh… if I marry Nanakda, I certainly won’t be bored.”
He’s practically writing fiction. He seems to have some anger management issues too. Watching his mood swing back and forth through just a few letters was rather entertaining.
“Emily! Fry up some crispy french fries!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Whether it was because his antics were amusing or because his writing was skillful, I found myself enjoying reading the letters. I was settling in with snacks to read carefully, when Mutton—who goes absolutely crazy for hamburgers and fries—wandered into my room and bleated.
“Emily! Bring french fries for Mutton too!”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
The letters were quite spectacular. He worried about me being trapped in the Prisoner’s grasp, then got angry at me for not replying, then prayed for both Kisomalos and my safety as if nothing had happened…
He had a split personality unlike any other. After reading about a year’s worth of letters, Nanakda’s correspondence had transformed from mere letters into something more like a diary, and surprisingly, this prince seemed to have established his own independent intelligence network within the Empire.
Today, for the first time, he managed to gather information without relying on Abamama or his older siblings. It was only information about natural gas being found beneath lands adjacent to the North Sea, but he discovered it faster than anyone else and was able to claim the territory first.
Since the land was frozen and essentially ownerless, he could purchase vast tracts cheaply, allowing him to redirect the purchase costs into development. Though the reserves wouldn’t be enormous, he should be able to recover far more money than his investment.
Astiages doesn’t have abundant underground resources. Unlike the southern regions of the continent, fossil fuels don’t emerge here, and unlike the nations of the Central Continent, the state can’t produce electrical divine power.
We maintain our wealth by invading and subjugating neighboring countries with our human resources, collecting tributes and protection fees annually, so my family didn’t pay much attention to my small achievement.
I’m thinking of delivering this letter not through the Empire’s postal service, but through a hotline connected all the way to Media.
I hope it reaches Kisomalos safely.
…and as I write this, I’m getting frustrated! Hey! Are you reading my letters?! You are reading them, right?! Even if you don’t reply, you’re at least reading them, aren’t you?! Please, if you’re reading them, send me a reply!
“Huff.”
Another fit of anger. I chuckled and tore open the next letter. Inside was a white flower that could only be seen in the Empire, carefully dried along with its stem.
“Emily! Could we turn this into a bookmark?”
“Yes, Your Highness. I shall do my very best.”
I found this flower quite fascinating since it wasn’t something you’d see on the Central Continent. And it was a flower with all this fluffy down covering it? It was the same flower that bloomed in that bandit village where those thieves who kidnapped us lived, and since it’s an alpine plant, it doesn’t seem to exist in the Imperial Kingdom. Was it called Edelweiss?
“Is there another package?”
“Yes, it’s the letter after next, Your Majesty.”
I see. Then I should read it quickly. After hastily reading through two pages of Nanakda’s diary, I opened the package and pulled out what was inside. To my surprise, it contained a cat doll made by bundling real cat fur and then poking it with a needle to shape it.
“That prince certainly has a deft hand!”
“My, did he make it himself?”
“So it seems?”
This was what they call felting, and Nanakda had made it himself. The white cat fur with blue gemstones set for eyes resembled that cat I’d chased after and lost on the road.
“Remarkable indeed. Display it somewhere nice.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
I opened the next letter.
Through the personnel I’d planted in Media, I could accurately learn news of Kisomalos. The Princess, it said, was on very good terms with the Kisomalos Emperor, and the two of them were living well together.
Hahahahahaha. Haha. Hehe.
I’d finally lost my mind. Even upon learning that I was living well, Nanakda continued writing letters. Up until now, the tone had been somewhat worried, but after the letter where I laughed myself into madness, it seemed he either openly cursed me or picked up his pen to use me as an emotional garbage disposal.
Bastard.
No, Old Sheep’s spawn.
That sheep’s descendant.
Writing letters just to curse once in this manner.
My older brothers excluded me again. How sad.
Now even my eldest brother and eldest sister told me not to visit the Palace. Why is our family like this?
Hisperon, you bastard.
He’d sent the letter writing only what he wanted to say. It seemed fortunate that he’d vented something like resentment toward me or complaints about why I wasn’t replying, but….
Why is this guy suddenly cursing Hisperon?!

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