Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94. Formal Meetings Between Families Often Carry Different Meanings. But Here, It Means Exactly That (8)
“Hisperon?”
And Nanakda’s name was listed there too. Well, Hisperon being monitored made sense given his position, but Nanakda? Why would they monitor someone like Nanakda? What interest could they have in such a minor faction?
I examined the document front and back, but found no additional details. There was no indication of who had made the request, nor whether Media had accepted it. Regardless, the crucial point was that Nanakda had risen to a position significant enough to warrant monitoring in the imperial succession struggle.
“How troublesome….”
My friend, who had been living as though dead with his only life goal being a good marriage, now faced this colossal trial.
I decided to inform Nanakda through the Media hotline. Given that Nanakda’s influence had reached Media, he might already know, but I couldn’t simply remain silent either. We were pen pals, after all.
“Ahhhh, you can see the sea from here. Working in a place like this would chase away any depression.”
“I wish we could stabilize things quickly and take a vacation.”
“Agreed!”
Though first, I’d need to handle compensation for the ship and building I’d destroyed.
Of course, I’d use the Media Royal Family’s treasury. And Kisomalos would have to contribute generously. If Kisomalos took responsibility for rebuilding the city, the people’s perception of Kisomalos would improve considerably.
“Have you decided on a room? Want to sleep together if you’re scared?”
“What would I have to be scared of? You’re the one who should be scared, Pisha.”
“No, I’m not scared at all?”
“Then sleep alone.”
“Actually, I’m terrified. If an assassin comes, I’ll probably die in one hit. Please, let’s sleep together.”
“Why didn’t you just say that from the start….”
What could I do? Pretending to be strong even unto death was my family’s legacy. I dropped my tail completely before the threat of assassination and begged Choco to sleep with me.

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Two days later, the children led by Head Attendant Grandmother arrived at the Media Royal Palace, and a day after that, my Father—who had conquered every city along the route—entered the Capital like a triumphant general.
Once Father entered the Palace, everything that had been stalled resolved swiftly. Those who deserved death were executed, and those worthy of promotion were elevated.
The alliance between Kisomalos and Media was announced throughout the realm, and it was decided that a governor would be dispatched to Media until Croa came of age to inherit the throne.
Of course, some Media nobles and ministers opposed this. They were all eliminated. Without any consideration or time for excuses, they were simply executed. Because of this, even Count German, whom I had imprisoned, swore to serve only Kisomalos and was promoted to an important position.
And now, the highlight of this Media expedition unfolded before us. This was the final, ultimate formal meeting between families for the marriage alliance to be established between Vishnabel Lorowi Kisomalos and Croa Gede Media.
“….”
The reception room with its long table was filled with uncomfortable silence. The Media Royal Family stared intensely at Croa, while he, though no one had said anything, continuously muttered apologies and broke into cold sweat.
“If you’re sorry, you shouldn’t have done such things in the first place!”
“We understand your desire to become the central figure of this marriage alliance. Croa, so we won’t release you?”
Excuse me, this gathering isn’t meant to be a place for you to vent the stress you suffered in prison. I tried to interject, but Father silently gestured for me to stay quiet and observe Croa further.
“What I’m apologizing for isn’t… what I said to you.”
Oh. Was that it? I couldn’t tell who he was directing it at since he kept mumbling with his eyes closed.
“How dare you!”
“Croa, it’s not too late even now. Apologize and beg the Emperor of Kisomalos to spare us.”
No, you should do that yourselves. Salvation is self-service. These days, people get cursed even for asking others to do their filial duties instead, so you should ask for your lives to be spared on your own.
“After Pisha left, I thought about it. If you were pitying me and wanting to marry me because of that… I don’t think that’s right. Pisha deserves someone far better.”
“No, I chose this myself? An alliance with Media would only bring benefits?”
That’s why even during my biological father’s time and when Grandmother was young, a marriage alliance with Media had been proposed. Both times it fell through because of a new marriage prospect that appeared like lightning. It was strange, really. Whenever Kisomalos and Media tried to get along, it seemed as though someone would sabotage the relationship and cause it to collapse.
“But to move the military for someone like me would have required considerable expense.”
Croa was becoming increasingly incoherent. I hadn’t meant to show him how much military expenditure was involved, but when I considered that just launching the aerial fleet this time must have cost around one trillion Lakma, my vision spun.
“Croa, what you need to decide here is only the treatment of your family.”
Since Croa seemed unable to grasp the situation, Father stepped in to clarify. That’s right—the marriage alliance between our two nations that involved Croa and me had become public knowledge. It had spread not only throughout Kisomalos and Media, but to neighboring countries and even to Astiages in the north, so there was no taking it back.
So we didn’t need to worry about the marriage at all. We had sealed the alliance, and the train had already left the station.
This was the moment Croa decided his own fate. I knew that silently waiting was the virtuous thing to do, but since the other party was so slow, I decided to give him a gentle push.
“Decide, Croa. Will you have those who imprisoned you and used you for their curse executed, or will you let them live?”
I deliberately didn’t include the word forgive. After all, it’s only natural that he can’t forgive them. Even if Croa is a pushover, if he forgave those bastards who fed him scraps his whole life and worked him to death, that wouldn’t be pushover level—that would be absolutely idiotic.
“I….”
“Whatever decision you make, I’m on your side, Croa.”
“I agree with the Princess’s words.”
When Father and I expressed our complete support for Croa, he gripped my hand tightly and steeled his resolve.
“I, I want these people’s….”
Croa, who had been trembling, began to find stability. His hand had been ice-cold from cold sweat, but from the moment I held it, it gradually began to warm.
Croa no longer trembled. His breathing steadied, and he could express his opinion calmly.
“I request the execution of all members of the Media Royal Family.”
“…!”
“You wretch!”
“Are you abandoning your mother, the one who gave birth to you!”
She gave birth and did nothing for him. She only exploited the child while making such grand proclamations. I was about to say something, but Croa beat me to it.
“My, my only family are Pisha and Father!”
“Ooh.”
That was rather touching. Though Father looked displeased hearing himself called “Father.” Croa blurted out his words and gasped for breath, then seemed to remember something he hadn’t thought of and looked at Choco.
“Of, of course Choco too! And Chief Chamberlain Tania, and even though Shirley and I fight all the time, I think of you all as family!”
Right, right—we’re friends, but having grown up together under Father, we’re like family too. I found Croa admirable and patted his head affectionately, and Father and Choco, feeling equally proud of him, ruffled his hair enthusiastically.
“It hurts, it hurts! I spent thirty minutes styling my hair!”
Stop touching his hair. He said he spent thirty minutes on it. Father, Choco, and I redirected our affection to patting Croa’s back and shoulders instead, and we discussed the execution method for our prospective in-law.
“What method of execution do you prefer? Since they’re royalty, poison would be the proper courtesy.”
“What, no burning?”
“The Princess needs to break her habit of burning everything.”
It seems Father caught wind of me burning down Croa’s residence. When he scolded me about it and told me to stop setting fires, Croa’s eyes widened as he asked me.
“Did you burn down my room?”
“Well, I saw it when I was passing by the temple….”
I just found it unbearable to look at… I trailed off, but Croa seemed to have heard everything and smiled shyly.
“Pisha, I really appreciate that about you….”
As Croa fumbled to say something, the world suddenly felt like it had stopped. More precisely, the movements of everyone except Croa and me froze.
This was that feeling. An immense divine power was present—it felt like a mid-tier deity or higher had descended into the Mortal Realm.

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