The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 103

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【103】
“You said you wanted something ladylike, so I had them make it with a low back! How is it? I did great, right?”
Mikard exclaimed with pride in his voice.
The sky-blue dress was pristine at the front. I adored the white ruffles adorning the skirt, and the pearls scattered throughout matched my taste perfectly.
But here’s the thing.
What was I supposed to do with the back cut out in the shape of lips…?
“Three out of ten points.”
“Nooo, why!”
“This makes me look way too old!”
“I really don’t understand what the difference is….”
Mikard tugged at his hair in frustration.
At eighteen years old, it was understandable that he’d struggle to match the tastes of a nine-year-old, but wrong was still wrong.
Turning my head away primly, I eagerly anticipated Elzen’s gift.
In truth, every dress Elzen had given me so far had been absolutely perfect.
“I think I’m winning this round too.”
“I’m curious!”
“Go ahead, unwrap it.”
As I pulled the end of the tightly wound ribbon, a fabric of ethereal hue emerged from between the wrapping papers.
A shimmering silver-blue that sparkled as if worn by a moon fairy herself.
The softly lustrous dress was beautiful in every detail—from the ruffled sleeves to the lace-trimmed hem, even down to a single satin ribbon.
It wasn’t inappropriately mature for my age, nor was it childish either!
The ribbon at the back was a modest size, with a starfish-shaped silver ornament dangling from the flowing fabric.
“This is it! A hundred out of ten points!”
“Of course. I’m the one who knows my little sister best.”
At my exclamation, Elzen shrugged his shoulders proudly. Beside him, Mikard wailed in defeat.
“This would look adorable with your hair tied in round buns on both sides. Shall I do that for you?”
“Yes! Make it meatball hair.”
Tying the hair on both sides into round buns like meatballs was what we called “meatball hair.”
But if you tied it so more hair flowed loose, creating a style with meatballs perched atop two sections—what would that be called?
‘Meatball pasta hair.’
Just thinking about it made my mouth water.
‘Hmm, now I need to choose shoes.’
As I swung my feet back and forth, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
I wanted to wear something more comfortable than formal shoes.
But everyone here—men and women alike—wore only boots, high boots, or formal shoes.
There were things called just “shoes,” but only commoners wore those; nobility couldn’t choose them.
‘They said it violated etiquette.’
But I hated wearing formal shoes because it was difficult to walk in them for long periods.
Until last year, when I got tired, I’d ask Father or Mikard to carry me, but now I was too embarrassed to do that.
I was nine years old, after all!
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ gently suggests that I try my hand at business.]
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ says that while it may not align with propriety, anything becomes acceptable once it becomes fashionable.]
‘Fashionable?’
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ mentions the jewels of High Society.]
[There exists a young lady called a jewel in the Capital High Society. Whatever she chooses becomes fashionable. It matters little if it strays somewhat from propriety.]
‘Then all I need to do is become the jewel of High Society!’
At my audacious words, the Spirit Kings laughed in unison.
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ encourages me, saying that a nine-year-old jewel of High Society could certainly exist.]
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ calls me a lovely pink diamond.]
‘Business. A shoe business?’
In truth, I had received consistent lessons in management and investment, so I was not ignorant of how to begin a venture.
And I had no shortage of people willing to help.
Besides, even if it failed, it would be fine.
After all, my bank account held considerable wealth.
“Older Brother Elzen, to start a business, I need to use the money I have, right?”
“Are you interested?”
“Yes! There’s something I’d like to try.”
Soon after, I changed into a silver-blue dress and stood before the mirror, examining my reflection.
As I did, I asked Older Brother Elzen a question, and he answered me kindly from behind, tying a ribbon in my hair.
“It is one of the rules of Fasayen. One must establish a venture with the money one possesses. If it falls short, one may borrow from the Household Master, but the annual interest is fifteen percent of the borrowed sum.”
“That’s far too high!”
It was practically usury.
Older Brother Elzen poked my cheek as I grumbled, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
“I’m curious. What remarkable undertaking will our youngest attempt next?”
In my Imperial Bank account now lay an extraordinary fortune, one hardly befitting a nine-year-old.
Since Father and my older brothers purchased everything I needed anyway, I had little occasion to spend money, and even gifts for the family amounted to sums that would scarcely be noticed.
‘The investment the Luck Spirit King endorsed—the Mizu Trading Company and the Calabor Mine venture—turned out to be a tremendous success.’
Since then, Dickins, the branch director of the Imperial Bank Fasayen Branch, was absolutely delighted whenever he saw me.
“You see, Older Brother, to make the shoes I want, I first need a craftsman. Don’t I?”
“That’s true. Are you unhappy with the shoes you have?”
“No, that’s not it. They’re all beautiful. But when I wear shoes, running becomes inconvenient!”
Faint memories lingered in my mind from a life in another world.
They had grown increasingly hazy and indistinct since I was four, and by now I had nearly forgotten them, yet a few things still came to mind.
I wanted to wear those shoes from back then again.
“Will you help me find a craftsman, Older Brother?”
“Of course! But I’ll choose them myself.”
“Naturally. I’ll search out the craftsmen and bring them to you. Meet with them directly and discuss what you need.”
This is why I adore Older Brother Elzen.
He calmly shows the way forward in all things.
I nodded vigorously and selected the shoes I would wear that evening.
Make sure they have the lowest heels and are as comfortable as possible!
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A night tinted blue.
The Fasayen Mansion blazed with light throughout its halls.
It was a gathering to welcome Cecilia and the officers who had departed for war.
“Here they come.”
The sound of hoofbeats reached our ears.
Standing beside Father with my ears perked up, what caught my eye was a white horse leading the procession.
Riding the white horse was a woman clad in armor.
Her long hair cascading down—
“Aunt Ceci!”
I cried out loudly and bounced with excitement.
Because Mother was overjoyed as well.
‘At least when she returns, the entire family is here to greet her. Including Grandfather.’
I glanced up at Father, then scurried over to Grandfather’s side.
“Grandfather, will you embrace Aunt?”
“Hmm, must one engage in such behavior?”
“When you’re happy, you embrace someone.”
“If you embrace someone you’re not happy to see, isn’t that mocking or deceiving them?”
Truly, my Grandfather was not an easy man.
As we exchanged a few words, Aunt drew near and dismounted from her horse.
She swept her hair back with a flourish, and her gaze upon us was—surprisingly serene.
“I have returned, Household Master.”
“Good. I have already received reports on the war situation.”
Good heavens.
What kind of conversation was this!
As I was stamping my feet in frustration, Lewiwood stepped forward.
“You have endured much hardship, Mother.”
“…You have grown so much, so very much.”
Cecilia patted Lewiwood’s shoulder. In that moment, Angela rushed forward and embraced her.
“Mother!”
“My goodness, my daughter. You have become quite the lady.”
Cecilia stroked Angela’s hair for a long time.
A very long time.
While she did, I nudged Grandfather with my elbow.
“Hmph, I cannot fathom what significance an embrace holds.”
“You really won’t do it, Grandfather?”
“If I don’t, you’ll speak of the same thing for a month straight.”
“Yes!”
I beamed brightly and gazed intently at Grandfather.
Grandfather exhaled a deep sigh before finally mustering the resolve to approach Cecilia with heavy steps.
“Come now, give me a hug.”
He spread his arms wide.
But Cecilia’s response was decidedly lukewarm.
“Were you being coerced?”
“Indeed. You didn’t say goodbye when you left, and I’ve been hearing about it for five years.”
“Then you’ll simply have to endure another five years of it.”
At Cecilia’s cold retort, Grandfather’s eyebrows shot up.
‘This atmosphere is terrible!’
Watching anxiously from behind, I cried out loudly.
“Invincible Grandfather! You’re so good at hugging, Grandfather! Please hug me, Grandfather! I love you, Grandfather!”

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