The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 100

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【100】
War is not merely the spray of blood before one’s eyes and the piercing blade of a sword driven into an opponent’s heart.
Severing the eyes and ears, hands and feet of an entire Household rather than an individual—that too is a form of warfare capable of inflicting effective damage.
“Tch, how were we discovered?”
“Branch Director, the communications from Branch 15 have just been cut off!”
“Branch 17’s communications are also down. How is this happening simultaneously?!”
“We are the last. They will come for us!”
“Burn everything quickly! Not a single document here must fall into their hands!”
The Information Assassination Guild, Krinite.
This organization spread throughout the Empire, and on the surface, it was known that a man of lowborn origins served as its guild master.
However, the truth was that the Bellarian Duchy had founded them, and every piece of information flowing into Krinite reached the Bellarian Duke directly.
Of course, this fact was kept in absolute secrecy—and for roughly fifty years, it had remained undiscovered.
Yet how had this come to pass?
They had maintained daily communication through magical artifacts, coordinating between branches and sharing gathered intelligence, when suddenly every branch came under simultaneous assault.
It happened in the blink of an eye, leaving no time to respond.
Those who survived had no choice but to hastily destroy their records and flee.
“But Director, isn’t it… rather cold?”
“Cold? We’ve built up the fire to burn the documents, so what could be—wait?”
It was cold.
The members of Krinite trembled as a bone-deep chill suddenly permeated the air.
Haaah.
The moment breath escaped their lips, it froze white before their widened eyes, and in that very state, they crystallized with a sharp crack.
“Good evening, everyone. Forgive the intrusion during your busy time.”
Their legs would not move.
They could not even roll their eyes.
Yet their hearing remained intact, and they perceived the sound of measured footsteps.
“Ah, I see you were in the midst of destroying your records.”
Fwishhh.
Frost began to form on the massive fireplace where flames had been roaring moments before.
Transparent icicles rose in reverse, and as teeth chattered from the cold, the flames themselves were extinguished.
The uninvited guest rummaged through the fireplace, retrieved documents that had not yet burned, brushed away the ash, and smiled faintly.
“You seem curious as to how I knew the locations of your branches.”
The intruder who surveyed the room was a Blue-haired Boy.
A posture as if it belonged in an etiquette manual. Courteous bearing. A gentle voice.
Such things made one wonder if this truly was an intruder.
“Indeed, who gave you permission to toy with another’s Father?”
Snap.
As Lewiwood flicked his fingers sharply, the frozen bodies shattered where they stood.
Having completed the confirmation kill, he gazed down at the papers in his grip, then opened his mouth with an “ah.”
“How unusual. I allowed emotion to cloud my judgment.”
It had all crumbled to dust.
I harbored no particular sentiment toward my biological father.
Truthfully, whether he lived or died mattered little to me.
After all, the presence or absence of parents could never influence my path.
Yet there remained a filial duty, did there not?
Obliterating the information assassination guild that Belarion possessed—root and branch—was a floral offering laid at a funeral I could never attend.
‘I’ve sent him numerous companions for the journey. He shan’t be lonely.’
And in doing so, I gathered intelligence as well.
After swiftly surveying the interior, Lewiwood culled only the most vital materials before departing.
Beyond that, those who had transformed from Navy into Pirates this very day would be gathering intelligence from every corner.
“I’m quite curious what dangerous secrets lay hidden in those documents they were so desperate to destroy.”
Belarion had initiated this conflict first.
Of course, they could never have imagined retaliation of this magnitude—
I found myself equally eager to learn how the Bellarion Household Master was faring now that word had reached him.
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“Krinite has been annihilated? What in blazes does this mean!”
Ixid, the Bellarion Household Master, rarely raised his voice.
It was because he despised those who shrieked and ranted.
One ought to foresee calamity and exercise caution before disaster struck.
That was his philosophy—the pursuit of perfection.
Yet even he could not maintain composure now.
‘How is this possible?’
Krinite possessed nineteen branches in total.
They were scattered across the nation, and discovering them was no simple feat.
One could only gain entry by speaking a prearranged code at specific inns or taverns!
“It is true, sir. Between last night and dawn, every single branch across the nation was struck. Not one remains.”
“Hah.”
“All those stationed within were slaughtered. Only those conducting missions abroad survived.”
Ninety percent of the over three thousand operatives had vanished.
Even the remaining ten percent would require a complete reconstruction from the ground up.
They could no longer accept assassination contracts!
“Who? Who orchestrated this?”
Crack.
A venomous whisper leaked through his clenched teeth.
The elders before the Household Master all rolled their eyes nervously, acutely aware that a single misstep could cost them their lives.
“Was there a traitor?”
Ixid genuinely could not fathom it.
The nineteen branches were paired into odd and even groups, communicating only within their respective categories.
Odd branches knew only other odd branches; even branches knew only other even branches.
In other words, even with a traitor, it should have been impossible to annihilate all branches simultaneously.
“Household Master! Household Master, gasp. A survivor has arrived!”
“A survivor?”
He echoed the question slowly, then nodded.
What appeared next was a figure drenched entirely in blood, and though I couldn’t discern their identity, the mark of Krinite was branded upon the back of their hand.
“I, I greet you, Household Master. I am from the 13th branch….”
“Spare the introductions. What did you bring?”
The trembling figure was unmistakably someone who had been ‘deliberately allowed to escape.’
Of course it was.
The enemy moves with the speed and precision of lightning.
There was no chance they would have permitted him to crawl comfortably all the way to Belarion.
“I, this, this….”
As expected, a note emerged from his possession.
One of the elders seized it roughly and brought it to Ixid.
「The debt remains unpaid.」
The withered script carried no sense of urgency.
Within those elegantly rendered characters lay a calm warning.
Ixid stared at it intently, suppressing the rising fury as he asked.
“Who attacked you?”
“I, I’m not entirely certain. But from what I saw… it was pirates, pirates!”
“Pirates?”
“Yes! There were those with parrots perched on their shoulders, wearing pirate hats on their heads, scarves wrapped around them, and… filthy clothing!”
Foolish wretches!
Pirates are creatures of the sea.
They never venture inland.
How could they have destroyed each branch without knowledge of the land’s geography?
‘This is… the Navy.’
It had to be Fasayen’s Navy.
‘I already knew that monster I planted in that household was dead. Since Bernstein is dead.’
I had never expected those two to bring down Fasayen anyway.
I had merely thought to muddy the waters and irritate the Fasayen Household Master….
‘Yet they couldn’t even accomplish that properly, and now I’ve suffered this loss.’
For the first time in ages, Ixid experienced the suffocating sensation of genuine rage.
Krinite is one of Belarion’s primary sources of income.
Having lost it, significant damage was inevitable.
In other words, no matter how furious I became, I could not wage a Territory War.
“For now… settling internal household matters… must take priority.”
Spouting some hollow threat here would only make me look more ridiculous.
Ixid gathered every last shred of reason and barely managed to begin damage control.
All the while grinding his teeth, vowing that one day he would destroy what Fasayen held most dear.

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