Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87. First Meetings Often Have Different Meanings Than Expected (1)
Since Nanakda moved into Hisperon’s Estate, his mental instability had improved considerably—he no longer sent a hundred letters over two years like before. At this rate, with one or two visits per month, I’d accumulated about forty letters. Though even that was quite a lot.
The Kisomalos Air Force was established successfully amid great expectations, and when Lorowi—who had inserted herself into the affair—marched toward Ljubljana, it conducted its maiden operation.
The results exceeded all expectations. Ljubljana City, the capital of Ljubljana, was reduced to ashes in a single day and surrendered within two days. Thus, Kisomalos’ territory had expanded to match Ljubljana’s size. Neighboring nations trembled in fear while hastily attempting to acquire their own air forces.
Lorowi had been wondering how to manage the next ancestral rites, given that people were already discussing Kisomalos’ disappearance. Yet because of the Air Force I had created and the conquest of Ljubljana, the people praised me regardless of whether Kisomalos appeared or not.
So despite missing two Halloweens and two Christmases with Kisomalos, my standing as Princess reached the heavens. The consensus was that since I had accomplished such remarkable deeds, Kisomalos’ absence was of no consequence.
“Truly, there could be no deity with worse reputation than this….”
Thus I safely turned ten years old, and the seasons progressed from spring toward summer. Though the days were warm, it wasn’t yet hot enough to warrant air conditioning, so I fanned myself diligently while reviewing financial statements.
“Pisha, do you have the seatbelt patent royalties we collected?”
“Yes, just a moment.”
With Edison’s assistance, I had registered numerous patents and was collecting substantial royalties. The Chief Chamberlain advised me to make a presentation, so I went before the assembly and demonstrated. As a result, legislation mandating seatbelts and grab handles in automobiles passed.
Thus I earned an astronomical sum of money and found myself buried beneath mountains of receipts and accounting ledgers.
“Blast it! I do nothing but work! And this money doesn’t even cover it!”
“You were the one who affixed your seal to the contract without reviewing it, Pisha….”
Croa was right. He was right, which made me even more frustrated. Why did they ask me to design the Air Force emblem anyway! Later I discovered my name was listed as Air Force Commander-in-Chief, and the military budget was written into the contract to be drawn entirely from the Princess Palace!
“I thought I was only making the Air Force insignia! I believed it was a rights transfer where I could use the design freely!”
“How could you affix your personal seal like that!”
“I wanted to carry it around because it was newly made! This seal is so beautiful!”
Croa just keeps nagging more and more! Of course, since he’s helping me with all this for free, I have nothing to say about it!
“Argh! Military expenditures of one trillion per month!”
“Explosive and electrical magic stones are expensive….”
Ugh. Ugh. The Air Force achieved great success and conquered Ljubljana, which became my territory. But with the capital completely burned, no one knew when reconstruction would be complete and the tax revenue would turn positive.
Whether it would take five years or ten years…. Of course, if I forcibly collected taxes or plundered, I could cover military expenses, but how could the future Emperor of Kisomalos do such things? If I couldn’t even manage this tiny Ljubljana, I’d just quit being Princess.
“Pisha! Pisha, I’ve done it! I crawled and begged and managed to pass the responsibility!”
“Oh! Shirley, you did it!”
Completing assigned tasks so smoothly—my friendship was bearing fruit. But honestly, something felt off. I’m a Princess, so why must I personally organize the ledgers! I am essentially the nation itself, so shouldn’t the Ministry of Finance be doing this work?!
I had been pressing the Ministry of Finance on this matter since last year, and Shirley had finally brought results.
“But as the work increases, they’re requesting a budget increase. And the increased budget will probably….”
“Be dumped on me by Prisoner….”
I knew it. I understood this pattern. Father’s actions were always predictable! He’d talk about responsibility and financial education while demanding I pay!
What child in the world writes “military expenditure: one trillion lakma” in their allowance ledger?!
“I’ll crawl and beg too!”
“So you’re going after all?”
“You said you didn’t want to before, something about losing face.”
What does face matter now? When one trillion lakma is leaving every month?!
The nation has a Military Ministry budget, so why is only the Air Force draining my personal funds! And I can’t even use the entire Air Force as my private army! Plus, I’m not bloodthirsty for conquest, and I have no particular use for wielding the Air Force!
“Contact Emperor Chiron!”
“Wow, that’s a title I’ve never heard before.”
“You seem quite upset.”
Usually when I send word, permission comes back immediately to come, and I prepare to leave. But today, strangely, the reply came to come later.
“What?! How dare you refuse? What could a Prisoner possibly be too busy for?!”
“Well, because His Majesty the Emperor must be occupied.”
“Ha, Pisha doesn’t get angry anyway—she only cares about her own circumstances.”
Croa, stop listing facts to embarrass me!
In any case, curious about why he wanted me to come later, I asked Emily to read the rest of the telegram, but she glanced nervously at Croa.
“Your Highness, if it’s acceptable, would it be alright to tell only you?”
“Very well. Everyone out.”
What could it be that only I should know? After I told Croa and Shirley to stay comfortable and left the room, Emily still whispered cautiously in my ear.
“It seems an envoy from Media has arrived along with the Crown Prince of Media.”
“Huh?!”
The Crown Prince of Media? Isn’t that Croa’s older brother? Why did he come all the way here? Did he come to protest and demand Croa back?
Hmm… if that were the case, we’ve been sending formal documents every year, so there’d be no reason for the Crown Prince himself to come, would there?
“I see. I should go myself and see what this is about.”
“But His Majesty said you shouldn’t come.”
“What does that matter? I shall go myself.”
“Yes, Your Highness. I shall prepare at once.”
Ha, what does Father’s opinion matter? No one can stop me!
I mounted my personal bicycle and raced to the Main Palace. After parking with complete professionalism and entering the palace, the waiting attendants guided me. They must have known I would ignore Father’s warning and come rushing over.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty’s adorable little daughter has arrived!”
As I flung open the door to the Private Audience Chamber, I saw Chiron with a disgruntled expression. Oh my, when a cute daughter arrives, shouldn’t you brighten your face?
“You must be Her Highness Vishnabel.”
Who are you to greet me first so rudely? Though I could roughly guess, I stared with an extremely annoyed expression, and an eighteen-year-old growth-type Croa with short hair smiled at me.
“I am Creon Media. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”
“Ah, so you’re Vishnabel, the Princess of Kisomalos. You resemble Croa quite a bit.”
“Ha, well, we’re siblings after all.”
Even his smile resembles Croa’s. But the way he’s being overly friendly is somehow irritating. I walked at a distance from the man and slipped behind the sofa where Father was sitting, peeking out with just my face.
“Crown Prince, what brings you here?”
“I’ve come to ask that you return my younger brother.”
“Good heavens, how many times must I say it? He’s under Kisomalos’s protection of his own volition.”
Media has been saying the same thing every year since we brought Croa. Same words, same words again. When I made a cutting remark about how he must really miss his automatic curse machine, Father flicked me on the forehead.
“Though the number of people is small, this is still an official meeting. The Princess should conduct herself with propriety.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Ow! Why do you keep flicking my forehead! As I tried to protest, Father made the sound that the Chief Chamberlain often makes. If you want to see proper conduct, at least give me a seat!
As I cried out, the man called Creon chuckled, and an attendant quickly brought a chair.
“It’s not simply a matter of returning him.”
Huh? What, did he bring some kind of deal? As I sat in the chair and asked politely, Creon smiled warmly with a face resembling Croa’s.
“I’ve come to propose a marriage alliance with Kisomalos.”

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