6 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad

Chapter 06 - Regression (6)

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Episode 6

Not long after Lorowi ran out of the prison, I received orders to return to my room.

Judging by the fact that they didn't call me out to reflect or anything, it seemed one of the Dumbass's close aides had slipped a decree through while he was drunk.

Personally, it was a good thing, but nationally, it was unacceptable.

I need to get rid of that damn Emperor quickly.

Mulling over this, I flopped onto the bed. Then, I opened a mail-order catalog that the Emperor's lovers often looked at, chewing on dried squid legs as I flipped through the pages.

It was all just jewelry, necklaces, and other useless things.

Was there nothing fun or interesting to play with? With that thought, I flipped through the pages when an item caught my eye.

A striking bright orange color, an alluring beak and a lovely curve on the back of the head, and surprisingly great additional features!

"Duck squeaky shoes! It's duck squeaky shoes!"

This was something I wanted as a child but never wore due to maintaining appearances.

And if I order right now, it's only 39,900 Lacma? That's less than 40,000 Lacma! I have to buy it!

"Yeobaraa! Helbatro! Where is Helbatro!"

"Yes, Your Highness. Today, I am Emily!"

"Okay, Emily. Go quickly and buy this, this."

As I pressed down on the item in the catalog, Emily replied that she would immediately bring the item from the merchant who had entered the palace and ran out.

And at the same time Emily left, the most annoying woman in the world entered.

"Piiishaaaaaa!"

Ugh, it's been a while since I heard that Pisha sound. She's usually out on the battlefield, what brings her home today?

This woman, the proud head of the Lorowi family and my mother's only sibling, was a noisy person who shouted about appearances every time she opened her mouth.

She greatly contributed to me not being able to ride an elephant slide as a child, not being able to wear duck squeaky shoes, not being able to go to social gatherings with my peers, and tearing up love letters that flew over the fence without ever replying.

And that's not all. She would endlessly nag, saying her sister did this and that at my age, and even forced me to learn embroidery and knitting, which were her sister's hobbies.

Also, whenever I tried to do something, she would say that I didn't know anything and that she would do it all for me, telling me to study hard to become the Emperor, ultimately narrowing my position in the Imperial Palace.

She was so overprotective, yet she was out on the battlefield at the crucial moment and couldn't prevent my dismemberment.

...Thinking about it, this is infuriating.

"What on earth did you do to end up in prison... Heok!"

I'll just bite her if she gets close.

As time passed and I thought about it, the main culprit who ruined me was this woman.

If it weren't for my aunt, I could have at least played to my heart's content as a child. I could have gained some experience in politics, even if it meant being ridiculed by the officials.

"Pisha! What happened to your face!"

"Eung?"

"Even though your eyes are unlucky because they resemble that Dumbass, your forehead, crescent eyebrows, fair skin, garlic clove-like nose, and plump earlobes that resemble your sister were so pretty!"

What, that's unpleasant.

Even if I try to ignore the first part, the word "plump earlobes" was so disgusting that I unconsciously grabbed my earlobes and looked at my aunt.

"What are you all doing! The Imperial Family's direct line is injured, you should have brought a healing Shinjeong!"

Is this woman crazy? Why use that expensive thing on a scratch!

An item that crystallizes divine power is called Shinjeong, and it can only be created when the god worshiped in the family is a lower-level god or higher, and that god's power is healing.

The quality varies depending on how great a god is backing it, but no matter how low-level the god is, a god is still a god, so it can perform miracles such as reattaching an arm that has been cut off not long ago.

Thanks to that, the healing Shinjeong of a high-level god is worth more than selling this entire Imperial Princess Palace.

No matter how much you want to waste money on a scratch, you should logically use a healing spirit stone. That is created in ordinary households that worship spirits, not gods.

"Ah, ang dae, Pisha don opseo."

"Even if Pisha doesn't have it, your aunt does! Your aunt can pay for it!"

"Aunt geojijana."

"Pisha! Your aunt is not a beggar!"

Yes, Aunt is a beggar.

Do you know that 80% of the taxes collected from your territory go to military expenses?

You could live comfortably for the rest of your life just by selling the explosion Shinjeong that you can make every month, but you use it all up and still buy new Shinjeong and splurge on new weapons. Where are you going to get a healing Shinjeong?

"Military expenses."

"......"

"Geojiya."

"Kkeueueue......"

See, you have nothing to say, right? You're a beggar.

You're only interested in fighting, and the clothes you're wearing now are dresses that were popular in the old days.

Be honest. You haven't had new clothes made since your sister's wedding, have you?

"Geojya. Chonseureo. Yennal otman ipgu. Sijibina ga."

"Pisha!"

Kyaaaa, a woman who couldn't get married because she was too busy fighting is acting hysterical!

I grabbed both earlobes and rolled around on the bed, and my aunt waved her hands on the bed as if trying to catch me.

It started as a joke, but I felt a chill down my spine because my aunt was hitting down with genuine force. Just in time, Emily, whom I had sent on an errand, came and saved me.

"Your Highness! I have taken the item that was going to Trimuti!"

"Jaraetta! Helbatroya!"

Today, Emily is fast on her feet, fast with her hands, and doing all sorts of things! Commendable!

In recognition of your efforts, I grant you permission to put them on my feet yourself!

"Ppanni! Ppanni, ppanni!"

"Yes, Your Highness. Please wait a moment."

As she fastened the shoes with a click, I felt the duck squeaky shoes fit perfectly on my feet. I was worried that they wouldn't fit my feet because they were going to that chestnut head named Trimuti, but since the material is rubber, it stretches easily, so there was no discomfort even if my feet were a size larger.

I stomped my feet on the bed, took a deep breath, and stepped firmly on the floor.

Squeak.

Heoeok! It really squeaks!

I don't know the principle, but it's completely amazing!

"Ppeok!"

Squeak!

"Ppeok ppeok ppeok!"

Squeak squeak squeak!

It makes a sound every time I jump. It's so much fun!

Enjoying making sounds, I ran around the room, making squeak, ppeok, ppuip, and beep beep sounds, and then returned to the bed. Then my aunt made a strange noise.

"Keuheuheung."

What, the sound she's making is unpleasant. Make up your mind whether you're laughing or angry.

"Pisha, the direct line's, dignity, keuheuheung."

"Ppeok."

"Keuheung."

Hmm... I feel bad, but I know that my aunt thinks I'm very cute.

Then I have to make her admit it before she nags me more.

I deliberately made a "Ppeok ppeok" sound and stood in front of my aunt, squeaking with my feet.

"Gieopji?"

Am I.

"Keuheuheung."

Admit it quickly. Admit that I'm so cute that it makes you angry!

As I continued to push my face towards my aunt and force her to admit I was cute, my aunt covered her face and keuheunged. In the meantime, Emily, who had brought the duck squeaky shoes, covered her mouth and made a "Keuhep!" sound.

"Helbatroya. Bonini useupneunya?"

"No! I have committed a crime worthy of death, Your Highness!"

What do you mean no? You laughed.

I approached Emily, who was kneeling down, and told her to hold out her hand. No matter how much the Imperial Family's honor has fallen to the ground, the crime of laughing at the only direct line of Kisomaros is great.

"Bonini, I will personally punish you!"

"I am deeply grateful for your grace, Your Highness!"

Yes, you should be grateful that I'm going to hit you myself, even though it's a hassle.

I slapped Emily's hand with my palm, saying, "One, two," and Emily bowed her head, exaggerating and begging for mercy as per the palace's customs.

"Helbatro is bansyeongeu eumiro, today bonine mokyok sijeungeul deuldorok."

"I am! Truly! Deeply grateful for your grace, Your Highness!"

I haven't been able to wash properly because I've been in prison. Should I take a bath, even though it's early?

I made preparations to leave the room, squeaking, and solemnly declared that I would go to wash from now on.

Then the maids moved busily. The beggar aunt in her old-fashioned clothes followed me as if it were natural.

"Aunt."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Pisha."

"Wae ttaraommikka."

"You said you were going to take a bath."

What is this woman saying? I feel bad again.

I made a squeaking sound and moved away from my aunt, then ordered her to bring a healing spirit stone from the Imperial warehouse while I was washing.

And I gave one more order with sincerity.

"While Bonini is washing, strictly prohibit Kajelnue from entering."

"Pishaaa!"

I grabbed both earlobes as if to protect them and headed to the bath, squeaking.

I didn't know, but that aunt was a very unpleasant person.