Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95. Formal Introductions Often Carry Different Meanings. But That’s What It Means Here (9)
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A hysterical shriek erupted from the window. Startled, Croa and I turned toward the Reception Room window, where a strikingly beautiful woman with violet hair in an evening gown was wriggling through the window frame.
Pretty face, ugly behavior.
“Absolutely not! Never! I won’t let you kill my parents and siblings! Never!”
But Croa is trying to kill his older brother, not his younger one?
Though this woman appeared suddenly, I’d already experienced similar situations with Achilles and Lorowi, so I could piece together what was happening. This person was almost certainly King of Media.
“Are you King of Media? Croa isn’t trying to kill his younger sibling—he’s trying to kill his older brother.”
“Kisomalos, shut your mouth!”
“Ugh.”
“Cover your face too! Just looking at you bastards makes my blood boil!”
“Gasp!”
I’d never encountered a deity so openly hostile toward me. But I couldn’t afford to provoke divine wrath carelessly, so I obediently wrapped a napkin around my face. With my face hidden from view, I felt King of Media calm down slightly.
“Croa, Croa, surely you wouldn’t….”
“…?”
“Ugh, this is infuriating!”
King of Media might have anger management issues. The woman screamed toward the window with such fury, then punched the glass repeatedly with her bare fists and hurled a spare chair to the floor.
If she leaves after making such a mess, how are we supposed to explain this to everyone else afterward?
“Croa, Croa, my beloved descendant. Of course, those wretched bastards have done things to you that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Even if you drove stakes through them and took the throne, I would have stood and applauded your reign.”
“Oh, then….”
“But the circumstances are different now!”
“Gack!”
King of Media suddenly seized my collar. She lifted me by it and shook me violently, my neck constricting painfully, while Croa panicked and tried to stop her.
“King of Media, please stop! Pisha will die!”
“Die! A wretch like you should just die!”
“No, no! Pisha can’t die!”
As Croa burst into tears, King of Media released my collar, looking bewildered.
“How can you cry for someone like that?”
“But, sob, but Pisha….”
“That bastard will betray you one hundred percent!”
“…What?”
“Betray you! After making you kill your parents and siblings with your own hands! Use you up completely! Drain you dry and then abandon you! And when another man comes along, she’ll leave you for a new life!”
“That’s impossible!”
Why is she suddenly appearing and slandering me like this? I shook my head vigorously at Croa in denial.
“No, no! How would I even manage another household? Just thinking about maintaining one exhausts me to death. Once we’re married, I’ll only have eyes for you, Croa.”
“Liar!”
Why does she insist everything I say is a lie?
No matter how divine she was, I couldn’t fathom why she viewed me as such garbage. When I demanded to know what I’d done to deserve this, King of Media fixed me with a piercing gaze and lifted her head proudly to look down at me.
“I’m Kisomalos’s ex-wife.”
“Oh….”
“An ex-wife. Do you understand? Do you know what that means? Ex-wife. Former wife. A woman who was my wife in the distant past.”
“Oh….”
Wait, if you two got along so poorly, why did she settle in the neighboring country? Kisomalos was founded earlier than Media anyway.
As I grumbled my complaints, the King of Media’s eyes sharpened, and he glared at me as if he wanted me dead.
“Silence.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yikes. What kind of mess did the King of Media get himself into? If he has an ex-wife, does that mean he has a current wife too? She’s not in the divine realm as well, is she?
“Croa, I know from experience. If you lose your mind over someone for a moment and kill your family, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“….”
“Is a lifetime the problem? Even after death, you become a concept, preserved in regret for an eternity—despairing, tearing at your nails, thrashing in your bedding, drowning in shame.”
“If I can be of immediate help to Pisha, that is enough for me.”
“Aaaaaaah! Argh!”
The King of Media tore at his hair in anguish. It was like the reaction of discovering a venomous diary written in childhood, only to read it again in old age.
“Look at me now. I gave Kisomalos everything—my home, my nation, my power—and he cast me aside. Look at what I’ve become.”
“Well, perhaps you should meet with Kisomalos directly and work it out….”
“That bastard runs away trembling the moment he sees me! How am I supposed to talk to him!”
Ah, so the King of Media hadn’t avoided the conversation intentionally. On this matter, I couldn’t side with Kisomalos. If he had abandoned his wife and then encountered her in the divine realm, shouldn’t he have gone to her, even at the cost of his life, and apologized?
“However, Kisomalos and Pisha are separate individuals. I trust in Pisha.”
“Oh dear….”
The King of Media, who looked at Croa with pity as if he would regret this later, seemed to change his target of persuasion and came back to me, grabbing me by the collar.
“Listen well, Little One of Kisomalos. If you betray Media, you will die.”
“I told you, I won’t betray unless the alliance breaks!”
“Do you think that’s all? You will suffer for eons. You will die and die and die again, continuously tasting the agony of death.”
Well, I already have one such appointment scheduled. It seems the gods all think of suffering in similar ways. The King of Kisomalos also brought those contract terms when he borrowed power from an external deity.
“Since Croa doesn’t seem like he’ll change his mind anyway, I’ll bless you for now! I’ve expended all my divine power!”
His descent time has ended.
The King of Media dusted off his clothes, straightened his posture, and gave me one final warning.
“If you betray me, I’ll kill you.”
With those words, the Super Media Time came to an end.
After the King of Media departed, all that remained was a pathetically shattered chair, broken glass, and myself with my face wrapped in napkins.
When Father asked what had suddenly happened, I decided to answer honestly.
“The King of Media just visited us.”
“Oh, a deity!”
“It seems he came to save us!”
“You wretches! Know that you will receive divine punishment from the King of Media!”
The entire Media Royal Family was grasping at straws. I removed the napkins I had used to cover my face and relayed exactly what the King of Media had said.
“He said that even if he killed all of you, he would give Croa’s reign a standing ovation and cheer it on.”
“That’s impossible!”
“You wretch! How dare you lie in this place!”
If he had intended to save you, he would have stopped time and appeared before you—he wouldn’t have appeared before me, whom he finds so distasteful. Croa, Father, and I decided to disregard the Media Royal Family’s objections and simply continued with our previous conversation.
“We were discussing the method of execution. Croa, if you have an opinion, I will respect it.”
A clean death would be by firing squad, I thought. Croa was kind-hearted, so I assumed he wouldn’t want them to suffer even in death. But after deliberating for a long time, something brutal spilled from his lips.
“I think… impalement would be fitting.”
He must have been inspired by what the King of Media said. So Croa had a vicious streak hidden beneath that gentle exterior.

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While the Kisomalos Royal House remained in Media, the execution of the King of Media, his consort, and their sons took place. Like Helbatro’s execution, it was a public affair, and official notices were issued requiring all high-ranking Media nobles to attend as a lesson.
Their crimes—from persecuting the legitimate heir to their incompetence in governance—were laid bare one by one. The impalement proceeded as Croa had requested. But when the execution apparatus was brought forth, Little One lacked the courage to witness it directly and squeezed her eyes shut.
I held Little One close, had her bury her face against me, and watched the execution unfold carefully in Croa’s stead.

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