Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97. Even If I Had No Such Intention, Everything Is Revealed by Results (2)
When I yawned and mentioned wanting to go to bed, Kisomalos became furious and pointed out my attitude.
“Hey! When I become a divine being, you should celebrate with me! We’re in this together, aren’t we?”
“Ah, right. Actually, I had something I wanted to ask you about that.”
Truth be told, when I elevated Croa as the legitimate heir and brought the Emperor of Media into the fold, I had anticipated that Kisomalos’s divine status might skyrocket dramatically. So his ascension to divinity wasn’t particularly surprising.
What I was curious about now was a question that had lingered since my visit to the Lorowi Mansion.
“Kisomalos, sir. If I were to become the legitimate heir of House Lorowi, wouldn’t I be exempt from honoring the Takkapo contract with the older brother?”
Worried that our ancestor deity—who was admittedly rather thick-headed—might not understand, I explained in detail. The golden sheep then made a surprisingly human expression and dropped its jaw.
“You’re… really an idiot, aren’t you?”
“Why are you suddenly insulting me?”
“If you were in my position, would you really tell you, ‘Sure, that’s right. You don’t actually have to honor it. Go to Lorowi and live happily’—even if it were true?”
Ah, that’s a fair point.
“…I see.”
“Damn it! My last legitimate heir is the very essence of thick-headedness!”
So wait—does that mean I can drop Kisomalos or not? Trimuti is still alive. Can’t I just make him the Emperor’s Son and slip away to Lorowi myself?
The moment I said this, Kisomalos suddenly grew sharp, his eyes gleaming with clarity as he explained an analogy I could actually understand.
“Listen carefully, descendant. Let me give you an example. Say you’re a businessman.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You took out a hundred million in debt under your name to start a business.”
“Oh… yes.”
“And you put Trimuti in charge of running it, but during the time you gave him, he didn’t earn the hundred million—he just racked up more debt.”
“Oh my.”
“So who has to pay back all that debt?”
“Me.”
“Do you understand now?”
“Wow… being a legitimate heir of Kisomalos is rough.”
So what Kisomalos was saying was this: since I was the one who paid the divine power when I regressed, any attempt to abandon my position as legitimate heir and cause chaos would ultimately fall back on me, right?
If I had switched over to Lorowi, it would have been a disaster. I would have just stood by watching Trimuti destroy my life.
“I almost fell for the Chamberlain’s manipulation. That would have been the end of me.”
“Huh? The legitimate heir of Lorowi said something like that?”
“Yes.”
“That god is no ordinary being. Be careful.”
Wait? Lorowi seemed so kind. She even taught me alchemy generously. She said I could come back if I wanted to become her legitimate heir, and she didn’t even pressure me into it.
When I recounted my experiences to Kisomalos, the golden sheep made another surprisingly human expression, narrowing his eyes as he revealed the true nature of the god Lorowi.
“According to the rumors, she’s the type who’d say ‘Oops, my mistake!’ and casually destroy an entire planet.”
“A planet? You mean an entire world like our Narak Continent or Narac Star?”
“Exactly. In the neighborhood where I lived, it was called Earth.”
Oh, Earth—what a scientific name. A spherical land, so Earth? But wait, you’re saying Lorowi destroyed an entire world?
Lorowi said she was the embodiment of the concept of alchemy itself… so was that planet destroyed because of alchemy?
“Hmm…”
Talk of the world’s end chased away all my drowsiness. I slapped my cheeks to shake off the fog and decided to ask Kisomalos something while he was in this divine form.
“So what am I supposed to do now? You wouldn’t have dragged me all the way here unless you had something to tell me.”
“Huh?”
If things went well, I could probably manipulate everyone except Lorowi! Kisomalos had been utterly pathetic before, but now that he’d ascended to divinity like catching a favorable wind, couldn’t I aim for even higher divine ranks within the next decade?
I was brimming with hope when this foolish ancestral deity uttered something equally foolish.
“B-baaah?”
“You’re a sheep, aren’t you? You should bleat properly.”
“B-baaah?”
“No, I’m not telling you to bleat right now.”
The golden sheep rolled its enormous eyes, and an ominous feeling crept over me. Don’t tell me you have absolutely no plan going forward?
“Kisomalos, surely you didn’t just bring Achilles and Media together and call it a day?”
“Those two already knew each other, and they seemed easy to manipulate…”
“You’re not saying you’ve run out of easy targets?”
“…”
The golden sheep said nothing. I calmly climbed onto its back and grabbed its horns. Then I wrenched its neck sideways.
“Baaaaaah!”
“You’re a deity now—use your divine powers! Didn’t you say we’re in this together!”
“But I’ve exhausted all my resources! Baaaaaah!”
This useless Old Sheep! I tried to snap Kisomalos’s horns clean off, but now that he was divine, no amount of force would break them. Though admittedly, with the strength of a ten-year-old, I wasn’t exactly applying maximum pressure.
“Huff! Huff!”
Wrestling a sheep by its horns is absolutely exhausting!
I stopped attacking the sheep and climbed down to catch my breath. Then I thought: regardless, what could Kisomalos actually help me with right now?
“The Divine Realm. Can’t you travel there? Perhaps you could share some useful items or knowledge?”
“Y-you don’t understand. If word gets out that I’ve been demoted, they’ll beat me to death up there.”
Right, the Chief Chamberlain had mentioned it—our deity has many enemies in the Divine Realm.
What kind of life had he lived that he was imprisoned before the regression, and now faces death by lynching if his demotion becomes known? And how did he manage to maintain a good relationship with Chiron through all of this? The fact that he shared his divine power during the regression, even as his rank fell, suggests they were more than just close?
“Surely there’s something—anything useful you can do!”
“Oh! I can use my divine power to display people’s affection levels!”
What kind of dating simulation board game system is that?
I’ve actually played something like this before with Father and Angelique from the Road Traffic Authority under Military Ministry. The player romances guardian stars—divine beings like our ancestral deity—to prosper the nation. You could pay weekly to check a guardian star’s current affection level.
For the record, in that game, Angelique seduced all twelve guardian stars and built herself a harem, while Father and I ended up single for life, just working. Father rarely loses at games and gave it his all, but that woman beat both the Emperor and the Princess and walked away laughing. She was truly remarkable.
“…Let’s at least try that, then.”
“Excellent! Observe well, Kisomalos Beam!”
As I shouted “Kisomalos Beam,” light burst from the golden sheep’s eyes and filled the wall with graphs. Wow, this would be incredibly useful during military meetings. Everyone could see enlarged data together, right? If I consulted properly with Edison, we might even be able to build a machine for this.
“Descendant, this uses divine power so you must look quickly!”
“Yes, sir!”
I’d gotten distracted, and Kisomalos urged me on. I opened my eyes wide to examine the data, but the text was so small and the graphs so dense that I couldn’t make anything out properly.
“Kisomalos, how do I zoom in on this!”
“Touch it with your finger! And like this, stretch two fingers apart—yes, that’s right, you’re doing well!”
Wait, am I actually doing this right? Well, he did say I’m a descendant who can do anything, so…
I slapped the wall screen with my palm and enlarged the detailed information. The first thing that caught my eye was Father’s feelings toward me.
“Wow! Paternal Love 100! Trust 99!”
“You’re doing well, my descendant! Usually 100 is the maximum!”
“‘I’d die laughing—how would I have survived without this guy? It’s not fun at all.’ The value is 35,000?”
“….”
“….”
Maximum of 100, you say? What does it mean when the graph breaks through the ceiling? I was genuinely curious, so I asked Kisomalos about it, and the golden sheep gave me a reluctant look before offering forced praise.
“You seem to have a lot of fun playing with me. Isn’t it good that I’m proud of you?”
“That means you’re treating me like a jester!”
I’m going to burn every cigarette this father of mine has hidden away! I resolved that when I woke up tomorrow, I’d go find the Chief Chamberlain and convince her to burn Father’s cigarettes, then touched the name that stood out.
“Hhlanbairpuhlguengihlh… How do you even read that? Was there someone like this around me?”
“The family name is Necha at the end. That’s the one you call Choco.”
The future may be uncertain, but there was one thing I could be sure of: I would never be able to call Choco anything but Choco for the rest of my life.

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