14 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad

Chapter 14. Don't Call Yourself a Scoundrel Unless You're Going to Date a Hundred Lovers (2)

Translator: Note

Episode 14

"Huuuuaaah."

I yawned widely and shifted my position. I was so exhausted from being on edge.

Sitting on Lorowi's lap was uncomfortable, and lying down wasn't much better. Lying on my stomach hurt, and lying on my back hurt too.

Why couldn't Lorowi be built like a marshmallow?

"Lorowi, you should gain some weight."

"I'm already quite muscular."

"Muscles don't count as fat."

I tapped Lorowi's rock-hard thigh muscles and complained. Lorowi looked sulky and ordered a servant to bring cushions. They piled cushions on Lorowi's lap and the throne, making it a little more comfortable to lie down.

"Gyaoo! So fluffy!"

The throne in the Second Audience Hall was so wide. Perfect for lounging.

'No wonder that blockhead only ever came here, ignoring the Third and Fourth Audience Halls.'

I rolled around on Lorowi's lap. I almost fell off, but Lorowi quickly raised his leg, tilting it to catch me and gently placing me back on his lap.

It was so much fun. After that, I deliberately rolled off.

Around the fourth time I rolled off, I saw the main ministers of each department entering the audience hall. They seemed to have rushed here after hearing the news. It was understandable. If Lorowi had a cherished vassal, the current ministers might lose their positions.

Lorowi would probably handle it himself, but it seemed best not to make any immediate changes in positions. Even ministers who hadn't supported the blockhead might harbor resentment because of this.

"If you do not rebel against me, you will all be safe."

That's right. Even if you grabbed a stray dog and put it on the throne, it would probably govern the country better than the blockhead, but Lorowi, you're at least doing okay.

There's nothing better than just being average. If the leader is at least average, there's nothing more to ask for.

"If there is anyone who opposes my ascension, raise your hand. I will kill you on the spot."

Hmm… a bit extreme, but a reasonable thing to say.

I nodded and rolled around on his lap again. Lorowi caught me as I fell, and some of the ministers frowned.

"As the Imperial Daughter's new guardian, there are things I would prefer not to show that will happen in the palace for a while. But this little one must decide on this matter."

"Bisha."

"Because Bisha must decide."

Lorowi, you're such a good listener. And your desire not to show terrible things to a child is admirable.

I'd already seen you pile up a mountain of corpses of the Imperial Guards, but maybe this wasn't such a gruesome thing for Lorowi. Thinking about it that way, I felt grateful.

It was unsettling that Lorowi was declaring that he would now begin something even more terrible than a mountain of corpses, but it was his business.

"It concerns the execution date and method for Helbatro Mayuna Kisomalos."

Did you really have to make your own daughter decide that? Your personality is something else.

I wasn't the only one who thought so; the ministers and other key officials of the palace buzzed with conversation. Choco covered his face and looked despairing.

But don't worry, Choco. I have a punishment I've been holding onto.

Still lying on Lorowi's lap, I raised my hand.

"Fiyah!"

Ugh! When will this paralysis wear off?

Fire!

"Fiyah Marida, fiyah!"

My tongue was stiff, so it seemed like I wasn't getting my point across, so I decided to explain.

"Bonine's mother burned to death! Isn't sending her off the same way filial piety!"

Pwahaha! I'm actually being filial to the blockhead!

I was laughing so hard I slapped Lorowi's lap. Lorowi seemed to really like my suggestion and laughed loudly. Then, I heard the Head Court Lady muttering, "Vicious girl," from the back.

Well… she probably meant for me to hear it, knowing her personality.

She was still going strong when I died, so she must be flying around now. How old was that old woman anyway?

"Head Court Lady, I will remember that you called me a vicious girl for the next ten years."

"Your Highness, how could I ever say such a dirty thing to you?"

"You think I'm deaf. I will remember that you doubted my hearing for twenty years."

"But."

"You're talking back. That's thirty years."

"……."

Yeah. Just shut up, Grandma.

I understand that you were in charge of the blockhead's childhood care, so you might look down on the Imperial Family, but the situation is what it is.

"Bisha, should I kill her?"

"Papa, that old woman is good at her job. It would be a waste to kill her."

"Then I won't kill her."

"If you kill everyone like that, you won't have anyone left around you."

"Humans keep being born and crawling out even if you kill them."

Lorowi, I'll hold your hand and go with you. Let's go get a personality test.

You're weird. Very weird.

Starting a war out of nowhere to become my dad is already insane.

I rolled around on his lap again, and Lorowi picked me up and handed me to my aunt.

"The Imperial Daughter's presence is no longer needed. Take her back to the palace to rest."

"Understood. I will treat her with respect in public, but don't expect any leniency in private."

"It's good to see you fulfilling your duties as a vassal."

Wow, Lorowi is really getting under my aunt's skin.

Lorowi snorted as if she was insignificant, and my aunt quietly left the audience hall and channeled divine power into her fist. The Imperial Palace pillar that was hit by my aunt's fist with a loud crash broke.

"Auntie. Auntie, divine power is precious."

"Bisha! But!"

"That's enough for ten Iruk Rakma."

"……."

"That's right, we need to save money."

Divine power isn't something that comes out endlessly; there's a fixed amount each month, so you have to use it efficiently.

Some people don't even know where Kisomalos is, so you should be grateful that Lorowi is alive and well. What's the point of wasting it?

As I continued to nag, my aunt buried my face in her chest and ran all the way to the Imperial Daughter's Palace.

It was early, but I was tired and sleepy. I took a bath with Emily's help, changed into pajamas, and fell asleep holding both earlobes tightly.

Because my aunt insisted on sleeping with me.

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[Heiress! Well done! To think you'd manage to win over that Kiron, you did it!]

Ugh, it feels like it's still far from morning, but why is someone waking me up?

I was about to keep sleeping when I realized the voice belonged to Kisomalos and opened my eyes wide.

My mind was clear, but all I could see was darkness.

In the darkness where I couldn't see an inch ahead, the ancestral god's voice was clear.

[Thanks to forming a father-daughter bond with Kiron, my divine power has returned enough that I can manifest! I can help you directly by your side!]

"Kisomalos! Is that really you? I'm not having a false dream, am I?!"

[It's not a false dream, you rascal! I'm using my power to send a message to your dream before I manifest!]

"Oh, I see! Ancestral gods often appear in dreams to tell important things in families that serve gods above the lower level, but I've never experienced it in my life, so I don't really get it!"

When I honestly appealed, Kisomalos coughed a lot and glossed over it, saying there were circumstances.

"But you said my divine power returned because I formed a father-daughter bond? Wasn't my divine power supposed to return if I just lived recklessly?"

[You blockhead, that's not the point! I told you to gather talent from the beginning!]

"When did you say that! You said people would gather if I lived like trash!"

[Well, we're destined to have people gather if we live like trash. But you need to actively gather people on your side to accumulate divine power quickly, you idiot!]

I guess so. That makes sense when I hear it.

When I exclaimed in admiration, Kisomalos cried and lamented that the problem was that the heirs who inherited his power were all blockheads.

"Then what? Do I make a hundred dads? You said my divine power returned because I made a dad?"

[Haa… blockhead….]