3 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad

Chapter 03. Regression (3)

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I had seen countless women brush past the Emperor since I was little, and there were even more bastards, so I couldn't even grasp who this little chestnut was.

But he seems like a moron, just like the idiot, so I'll have to explain who I am.

If he hears my proud name, that moronic kid will bow his head and step back.

“Who do you think I am!”

Damn it, I bit my tongue! When will this paralysis wear off!

Whoever it was, they used a very strong drug on the child.

“Get down! I said get down!”

“Don’t shake it, you punk! You crazy punk!”

Is this moron crazy? Why is he shaking the slide so dangerously!

The maids didn't dare to step in because it was a fight between the Emperor's children, and they were at a loss for what to do.

I hurriedly went down the slide with a whoosh and smacked the little one's head.

“It’s mine!”

“Why is it yours! Daddy gave it to me!”

I'm the legitimate heir, so of course all the playground equipment in the Imperial Palace is mine. Don't you even know that, you blockhead!

I couldn't say such long words because my speech was slurred, so I pushed the little one away, meaning to get lost.

Then this little one impudently punched me. With a thud, my jaw turned, and for a moment, I couldn't see anything.

“You! You’re dead!”

I beat the little one indiscriminately, and I got hit a lot too. My hair was pulled, blood came from my ears, and there were fingernail marks on my face. Still, the last punch landed properly, and I was able to see a nosebleed on the opponent.

I'm glad I worked hard to learn self-defense before I died. Looking closely, that guy's eyes were swollen like chestnuts.

Even if I had hit him a few more times, I would have hit him a little more. Serves him right!

“Waaaaah! Mommmmy!”

Look at him, whining.

Having won the fight, I proudly puffed out my chest and climbed back onto the slide. Blood was dripping from my face because I had used my nails so much, but now was not the time to worry about that.

That was the first street fight in my life!

It hasn't even been a few hours since I started living recklessly, and I'm already learning how to fight. As expected, I was a legitimate heir who could do anything.

Feeling excited, I hummed a tune and climbed onto the slide again.

I never get tired of riding this. The only inconvenient thing is that it's hard to climb the slide stairs.

I even thought about calling a few strong men like guards to help me.

“Princess!”

Well, I can't make busy people work hard. If it's hard, I can just rest for a while and play again.

With that thought, I worked my legs hard, but strangely, the guards swarmed around and surrounded the slide.

Did I gain a new divine power after coming back to life? But I don't feel any divine power gathering.

While I was wondering, surprisingly, one of the guards turned pale and told me.

“It is the Emperor's command, Your Highness! His Majesty has ordered Princess Vishnahel to be imprisoned for laying a hand on the Prince!”

The idiot still had a talent for driving people crazy.

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“How dare you! Let go of me!”

I screamed while being held by the guards.

Emily and the other maids pretended to shed tears, waving their handkerchiefs, saying that they couldn't help it because it was the Emperor's order, and I was furious at them for watching the fire from across the river, so I struggled even more fiercely.

Well, they didn't even show their faces when I died, so what can I expect? They're all doing it to make a living, so I can't expect loyalty.

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaah! I hate prison!”

“Your Highness, I think my eardrums are about to burst.”

That's what I want to happen. Are you an idiot too?

Anyway, this Imperial Palace was all tainted by that Emperor bastard, so there were only fools.

That's why the country is going to collapse.

The guard who took me to a high-class prison, presumably a political prison, gently placed me inside the bars and quickly locked the door.

“Please take care of yourself.”

Do you think I can take care of myself here?

As I screamed without getting tired, making the air tremble, the guards left one by one. In the next room, they banged on the wall, saying it was noisy.

But I didn't stop.

A child's voice was amazing. How can I scream for 30 minutes straight without losing my voice?

Thump!

I was still boasting about my voice, screaming, when a sound louder than my scream was heard, and a hole was made in the wall. It wasn't that the wall collapsed, but a hole about the size of an adult's fist appeared.

I was so amazed by it that I closed my mouth, and a low voice was heard from beyond the hole.

“Noisy.”

Hey, watch your mouth. I'm the legitimate heir of the 500-year Kisomaros Dynasty.

“This is not a place for a child. What did you get caught for?”

Hmm. His way of speaking is bad, but that's a good question, Lorowi!

At the man's question, I stopped making noise pollution with my screams and sat upright. Even if I decided to live recklessly, I lost too much dignity just now. I have to maintain at least a minimum of face to love myself.

“Hit!”

“Assault? Who?”

“Emperor's son!”

“Cough.”

Why are you laughing? I'm not joking.

I rebuked him for not being honored even after hearing my noble words as the legitimate heir of the Imperial family, saying, 'You nasty guy! You're worse than trash!' but the man didn't reflect and continued to be rude.

“Oh dear. I didn't recognize the Princess.”

“If you know me, you should look up to me!”

“I can't understand because of your lisp.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Cough, cough……”

What's so funny, you crazy bastard!

As I was about to scream and cause noise pollution again, the man apologized, saying he was wrong, and asked how he ended up hitting the Emperor's son.

He was a nasty guy who said he had been stuck here alone for a long time and could enjoy even a children's fight, but I was bored too, so I chattered about what happened a little while ago.

“Hmm. He smacked his head to monopolize the playground equipment.”

“That's right. Beomgol understands well.”

“But didn't he say he received it as a gift from his father? Then isn't it the boy's?”

“Everything in the Imperial Palace is mine. I'm the legitimate heir.”

“That's a big problem. Is such a bad kid going to grow up and become Emperor?”

“How dare you!”

He understood well a while ago, but why can't he understand this again? You half-baked guy.

When I cursed again, the man apologized in a tone that wasn't sincere at all and asked me to be his conversation partner.

Hmm……. How many years has this Beomgol been rotting here that he's grabbing a five-year-old and begging me to talk to him.

“So, did you win?”

“Of course.”

I proudly beat my chest and declared that I hit him about five more times.

His eyes were swollen like chestnuts, he was bleeding from both nostrils, and in the end, he cried out for his mother and ran away.

When I told him that heroic story, the man seemed to be in a good mood and spoke in a bright voice.

“Good job. Anyway, it's good that you won.”

Right. This impious guy strangely understands me.

Well, this was a political prisoner camp. To be imprisoned here, he must have rebelled against the current Emperor quite a bit, and he must have been quite high in status.

If he were a simple nobleman, he would have been executed, so the god he serves at home must be someone with a name.

He's probably lower in rank than Kisomaros before the regression, so he must be a mid-level god.

Anyway, if it's this Beomgol, I thought I could tell him what I had in mind. As if I had been waiting, I cursed the Emperor to death with my stiff tongue, and Beomgol agreed that everything I said was right.

And as time passed, dinner came out, but I took a spoonful and it tasted bad, so I overturned the tray. Beomgol worried that prison food was all like this, so it was better to eat it.

It's only been half a day of being a conversation partner, and he's already pretending to be close…… It was poignant.

How few friends did he have that he's making friends with a five-year-old. What a pathetic guy.

“Princess, His Majesty is calling for you.”

“Okay.”

That idiot must have finally woken up from the drug. Whether it's because of the drug or the alcohol, he doesn't sleep at night and sleeps during the day, so the heating bill in the entire Imperial Palace has doubled.

This shitty dynasty. It deserves to collapse.