The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1. I am the Class Representative of Carrot Class at Public Bbeukkeum-Bbeukkeum Daycare!
This child is not his daughter.
“So this is… what exactly?”
“A life form Your Excellency must raise. In other words, a daughter.”
Diagon pressed his forehead at the Adjutant’s explanation.
He’d returned from exterminating the Pirates just last evening. It had been half a year since he’d been home.
Yet when he woke this morning, he somehow had a daughter.
How should I describe this creature with its eyes wide and round?
A baby crab.
A baby starfish…?
“A baby sea squirt?”
The Child puffed out her cheeks as if she disliked that description.
It was absurd enough that a child her age understood what a sea squirt was, but what was even more ridiculous was those puffy cheeks of hers.
‘Why do they look like they’re about to burst?’
And there was something smeared on them that looked delicious.
“Butter? Did someone coat her in butter to make her edible?”
“Your Excellency, you’re scaring the child! And you already look so intimidating!”
The Adjutant, Kamin, gasped in alarm and covered the Child’s ears.
But the Child had already heard everything, scrunching up the bridge of her nose in displeasure.
It was rather amusing how this tiny creature expressed her likes and dislikes so clearly.
“You couldn’t have picked her up yourself.”
“Of course not.”
“Then?”
“It is the designation of the Ancestor Whale. Please accept it. She is said to be the most promising Resonant of this generation.”
Diagon’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The Child, who had been staring at him intently, mimicked his expression.
Finding this absurd, I turned my gaze toward Kamin, who quietly added a remark.
“She is said to be far more intelligent than her peers.”
“Hmph.”
“Furthermore, according to her teacher, a Bijou mark has already begun to form. She is certainly an ‘Awakened One.'”
A Bijou.
That was proof of being an ‘Awakened One.’
Yet in all my years, I had never heard of a four-year-old developing a Bijou mark.
Even if she had one.
“Why me? Wouldn’t it be better to send her to my older sister who has no children?”
I already had two sons.
And a youngest daughter… I had had one.
It was no secret that seven years ago, in an unprecedented storm, I had lost my wife and daughter simultaneously.
Since then, I had been raging across the Sea like a madman, raiding every pirate den in existence.
“Ahem. The Household Master has a message for you.”
Noticing his refusal, the Child’s expression brightened slightly.
‘Wait, brightened?’
What kind of child rejoices when someone says they don’t want to be their father?
Moreover, this little one hadn’t even cried. She simply remained still, as if this strange and uncomfortable situation were already familiar to her.
Yet that was hardly the normal behavior one would expect from a child—no, from a mere infant barely the size of a fist.
An inexplicable discomfort settled in Diagon’s chest, and he fell silent.
He had done nothing wrong, and yet it felt as though he had committed some terrible act against this child.
‘Of all things, pink hair. I find myself wondering if my daughter would have looked just like this.’
But this child could never be his lost daughter.
“The Household Master says, ‘That reckless fourth one—if a daughter were born again, perhaps he’d learn to live like a proper man!'”
Diagon let Kamin’s words go in one ear and out the other, releasing a weary sigh.
Yes. This child is not his daughter.
Had she lived, his daughter would be nine years old by now.
* * *
‘Wow, he’s huge.’
That was my first thought when I saw the man.
Huge.
Really huge.
Incredibly huge.
And then I thought something else.
‘He’s really handsome.’
When he looked at me and called me a bumpy sea urchin, I felt a little hurt… I almost shed tears…
But I held it in.
Because!
Because!
I’m the class representative.
‘Ahem.’
Even though I was dragged here with butter still smeared on my cheeks, I was the class representative of Carrot Class at Public Bbeukkeum-Bbeukkeum Daycare.
‘So I need to be brave. There must have been some mistake.’
I know difficult words like ‘mistake.’
Not from picture books that snot-nosed kids read, but from real books.
It was a word from a book called “Mommy and Baby Bake Yummy Cookies!”
Why did I read such a book?
Because the children of Carrot Class are destined to become kitchen servants or maids! I was studying ahead.
And I had no complaints about my life.
Public Bbeukkeum-Bbeukkeum Daycare is a place that raises and feeds children who lost their parents to the Pirates’ raids.
It even carefully looks into future employment opportunities!
From the moment I developed a sense of self, my understanding of language was sharp, and far more clever than children my age, so I immediately asked.
Even so, among the handsome but frightening man and a kinder-looking man, I chose the latter.
“Father, does this mean I won’t be able to cook anymore?”
“Pardon? Once you become a young lady, such tasks would naturally fall to the servants.”
Thump!
But that was my dream!
The Carrot Class Teacher was my favorite person in the world.
I desperately wanted to wear that distinctive elongated hat that only he could wear!
I wanted to express this sentiment, but despite my thoughts being mature, the words simply wouldn’t come out.
Strangely, my body was smaller than the other children’s.
I was the smallest in Carrot Class.
My height, my build, my hands, my feet.
People would mistake me for a child of two and a half or three years old.
And yet I was already four years old!
“So then, little one.”
It was at that moment, as I grew rather serious contemplating this threat to my future.
* * *
Diagon asked out of courtesy.
“What’s your name?”
“Chuuu….”
“Chu?”
The child shook her cotton-candy-like fluffy pink hair side to side and opened her mouth once more.
As if explaining something he hadn’t understood, she even let out a sigh—it was utterly absurd.
“No, Chuuu. Chu! Uu!”
“Shuro, then.”
There was no way a person’s name could be Chuuu.
Through perfectly rational reasoning, Diagon arrived at his conclusion.
The child seemed displeased, her chubby cheeks puffing out, but Diagon simply ignored her.
Though admittedly, he did want to poke those cheeks and make her cry.
“Quite the spirited little thing… like an angry crab.”
At that, the child’s pristine, clear eyes widened dramatically.
As if she’d received some sort of shock, his chest felt uncomfortable again.
He couldn’t understand why she reacted that way to such an apt comparison.
His sons always laughed when he said such things.
Diagon glared at the Adjutant clicking his tongue beside him.
Bachelor that he was. He handled children far better than that.
“How old are you?”
“Four years old.”
“Four years old? Yet you still can’t speak properly.”
Diagon spoke carelessly, recalling the monstrous children of his household.
His own sons had been riding dolphins by the time they were four, or else racing madly across the Sea.
Ah, they’d even plucked the scales from mermaids and fled.
Because of that, he had suffered greatly from his strained relations with the merfolk for quite some time.
But this creature before my eyes seemed to be nothing of the sort.
“It’s not as though I was sent something to devour, and I haven’t the faintest idea what to do with it.”
Diagon’s gaze fixed upon the nameplate affixed to the child’s chest.
On the bright yellow sunflower-shaped nameplate was written in large letters: “Class Leader.”
And the child, true to her role as class leader, began her self-introduction.
“I’m, um, something I want to say.”
So it must have been a misunderstanding—that she seemed reluctant to become his daughter.
Because that couldn’t possibly be true.
Who in this entire world would spurn the opportunity to become nobility?
“I’m, um, really good at cooking rice.”
“Hmm. And?”
“And… I’m also good at eating. That’s why I’m chubby.”
“Useless. I don’t eat sweets. I find them repulsive.”
“Oh…?”
“Instead, I devour children who don’t obey.”
Kuuung!
That’s already the third kuung.
He nearly laughed at how amusing it was, but instead awkwardly smoothed the corners of his mouth.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d laughed.
What was this?
His expression hardened quickly, and he commanded coldly.
“Send her back. Make the arrangements.”
“Yes, si—”
“Answer properly.”
“Yes, sir.”
It seemed his senile father was eager to exchange warm blows after such a long time.
Thinking thus, he ground his teeth.
The child was innocent, but he simply couldn’t tolerate that his father had brought a child who reminded him of his daughter.
But shortly after.
For the first time in his thirty-seven years, Diagon experienced outright rejection to his face.
It happened before he could even say he wouldn’t take her as his daughter.
“I’m not gonna be that mister’s daughter. I like cooking rice.”
Look at this audacious little thing.
Diagon’s pride was wounded.

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