12 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad

Chapter 12. Even a Misfit Can Become an Executioner If They Try Hard Enough (5)

Translator: Note

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After stopping fights between sword-wielding kids all the way, we arrived at the First Audience Chamber, which the Moron hadn't used since my mom died.

Passing through the shattered doors, the interior was a mess.

The walls were covered in blood, and the floor was a pool of blood. In one corner of the audience chamber, there was a mountain of corpses of the Imperial Guards, some of them charred black as if they had used explosion magic stones.

"Lorowi!"

I don't care that you're making the Moron kneel like a dog. But to sit on the throne with 500 years of Kisomalos history so presumptuously.

You've got a lot of nerve!

"B, Bisha!"

Ignoring the Moron calling me, I rebuked the black-haired beast sitting on the throne. Then, this beast recognized me and spoke rudely.

"Long time no see. You look like you've been doing well, seeing as you've gained weight."

"I'm at a normal weight, you son of a bitch!"

"...Where did you learn that kind of language?"

"You shit-for-brains bastards! If Bisha gets hurt, I'll kill you all and then die myself!"

"I understand. That woman is the cause."

I'm the one who's annoyed by my aunt, so why are you sighing?

The bear-like man, who looked off into the distance, kicked the Moron, who was crawling towards me, and elegantly crossed his legs.

My biological father shed tears and vomited stomach acid from the blow, and I felt a slight pity mixed with a lot of schadenfreude.

"Then, as promised, I will abide by the Princess's choice."

"Bisha, Bisha! I'm your father! Your flesh and blood! You'll choose me, right?"

No, explain the situation first, you crazy bastards.

"Explain the situation first, you crazy bastards."

"How did Lorowi raise her?"

"Bisha, Bisha. Don't listen to that bastard! He's... Keuk!"

"He's probably too flustered, so I'll explain."

The impudent bastard sitting on the throne kicked the Moron, who he was using as a footrest, again.

It was satisfying, but considering the authority of the 500-year-old Kisomalos dynasty, I felt complicated.

"As you proposed, I did what I wanted to do. If you choose the Moron as the one to be the Princess's father, I will take responsibility and kill myself here. If you choose me, I will protect you until you come of age."

"The explanation is insufficient."

"That Ende bastard is always like that. I'll explain the rest."

Choco's explanation was this: the name of the crazy bastard sitting on the throne is Ende Kiron, and he went to the political prison camp on his own two feet, then suddenly came home and claimed he would be the Princess's father, which was driving everyone crazy.

Furthermore, he expressed his opinion that this attack was carried out by the Kiron ducal family's private soldiers, who were prepared to have their entire lineage wiped out, and finally, he kindly explained that there was also a way for me to choose neither of them.

"If that Ende bastard dies, I'll take responsibility and blow myself up with the Emperor. You could also put Lorowi forward and ascend to the throne yourself."

"That won't work. Auntie's not smart."

"That's right! Auntie can't do politics, Bisha!"

Stop embarrassing me.

Anyway, I realized something from Choco's explanation.

So, that Ende Kiron, who looks so handsome... well, that is.

"...Lorowi?"

"Of course, what did you think until now?"

"Ah... so you were a real person?"

"...!"

No, it's just that you looked too much like a bear back then.

I didn't know that if you shaved and cut your hair, you'd have such a human-like face. I especially didn't expect you to be so handsome.

You know, first impressions are important.

The first time I saw you, you looked like a black grizzly bear, so of course I'd expect a mountain bandit-like person to be inside, right?

"Lorowi, first impressions are important. When people meet, it affects their whole lives, you know."

"Here we go again."

"Boni, you called him a bear back then. There's a limit to what people can imagine, you know. Suddenly showing up with a face that looks like it's about to get you beaten up by a married woman is too much."

"Don't forget that my cousin still has explosion divinity."

"Hup!"

I covered my mouth with my hand and looked at Choco.

So that's Lorowi's cousin. No wonder he kept calling him "that bastard" even though he said he followed orders.

"Boni will think about it now. Give me time."

"Understood."

"Bisha, what is there to think about! I am your father!"

Be quiet, you Moron.

When I made a squeaking sound with my right foot towards Lorowi, the man nodded and kicked the Moron again. The world was quiet except for the sound of the Moron vomiting.

"Huhuhoom..."

I thought the scale of the invasion was small, so this is what it meant to be prepared for death.

Frankly speaking, this attack was of no benefit to Lorowi.

If the Moron and I die, can this person really rule the Empire? The answer is 'no'. Even if it's a ducal family, it doesn't have as strong a military force as Lorowi, so a civil war will break out in the Empire.

Lorowi never raised his army because he coveted the throne.

Even if it was 16 years after I died, the current Moron wasn't at the level of bankrupting the Empire's finances, so there wasn't enough justification to start a coup.

'If Lorowi survives this time, won't he become the biggest target of those who cause civil wars?'

And with the label of a traitor who ended the Kisomalos dynasty.

He even said that he would kill himself if I chose the Moron. In fact, Lorowi was the one in the most danger.

There was only one way for Ende Kiron to survive in this place.

To obtain the qualifications to be my guardian and inherit the throne.

In other words, the man had invaded the Imperial Palace with only that one thing in mind.

I had a headache. This guy is really crazy.

"Lorowi."

"Why."

"You're really a crazy bastard."

"I hear that often."

"Wait, follow me for a second."

I don't understand what you're thinking, so we need to have a talk.

Making squeaking sounds with my duck shoes, I left the First Audience Chamber first. Passing through the hallway and entering the Third Audience Chamber, I immediately sat on the plush throne, straightened my posture, and made Lorowi kneel.

This Lorowi is a bit crazy and wild, but he listens to me very well.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"No, think about it. If I say I don't like it, you'll die."

I explained the conclusion I had reached after thinking about it to Lorowi.

If this coup fails, it won't end with just Ende Kiron losing his life. If you know my father, the Moron's temper, Choco will die, Lorowi's nephew in his hometown will die, and anyone involved in this will die.

I argued that there was no need to take a dangerous path. Then, this rude bastard didn't kneel as I told him to, but sat cross-legged on the floor and said something I'd heard a lot.

"I've gone back 16 years to this place. Would the Princess believe me if I said that?"

"...!"

Lorowi, you regressed too?!

Perhaps my emotional turmoil was revealed in my expression, as Lorowi smiled with a chilling face.

He looks like a bear, but his intuition is like a ghost!

"I knew it. I heard that our family's god, Kiron, cooperated with Kisomalos to turn back time."

"No, that's not it, Lorowi."

"Kiron went from a mid-level god to a low-level god. If I don't make up for that gap in the next 16 years, I'll have to bear the karma. Kiron, who only gave a little divine power, is in this state, so Kisomalos, the person involved, can't be okay."

Wow, was that family's god close to Kisomalos? How hard is it to go from low to mid-level, why did he give away that divine power?

It's harder for me because I'm starting from zero.

"Surely the Princess has more debt. Did you hear about it from the god? What happens to you if you can't pay it back?"

"Uhh, uhh..."

Is there any point in hiding it? Besides, Kiron is like a benefactor to me, so I should be honest. Frankly speaking, Kisomalos alone wasn't enough, so Kiron gave up his precious divine power, right?

"Dis, dismemberment repeated... That day, Da Capo."

"......"

Hey, why did you flinch like you were guilty when I said dismemberment?