The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 107

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【107】
Sniffle, sniffle.
Sniffle, sniffle, sniffle.
After the day I proudly introduced my ability to the household members with such satisfaction and pride, I locked myself in my room and didn’t step outside even once.
Father came and comforted me for a long time, my older brothers came one after another to embrace me and even played peek-a-boo with me, but the feeling that had already sunk underground refused to resurface.
All I could do was pull the blanket over my head with my eyes swollen and puffy.
“Hic, hic. Waaah.”
“Young Miss, this corn is perfectly roasted. I even brought some delicious seasoning powder to sprinkle on it!”
“I don’t want any….”
Hans and Lina offered me roasted sweet potatoes and roasted corn, but I shook my head firmly.
For four whole days, I barely touched any snacks except for a few spoonfuls of oatmeal porridge I forced myself to eat in front of Father, which made everyone worry tremendously.
But… but my mouth just won’t open.
I’ve cried so much that my throat is swollen and I have a fever.
Still, it’s already been four days, so I should stop crying now. I should, but this disappointment just won’t go away.
All this time, the jellyfish have been floating around me gently.
The largest Curtain Jellyfish seemed somehow droopy as it went to a corner and buried its head.
“…I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ says what’s wrong with having a cute ability?]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ supports you, saying that the world needs cute abilities too.]
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ scoffs.]
[No matter what, the truth that you’re weak doesn’t change. Come now, make a contract with me! I’ll give you a zombie army!]
I don’t need something like that!
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ smacks the Chaos Spirit King on the head with a book spine.]
[No tact? Tact! Show some tact! The child just barely stopped crying!]
That was when it happened.
Knock, knock.
A visitor had come.
And surprisingly—
It was Grandfather.
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Even after the shocking day the youngest member of the household revealed her ability, the Household Master’s Office continued to operate as usual.
If there was anything slightly different from normal, it was only that the little one who used to bring delicious snack baskets almost every day had vanished without a trace.
It was just a very minor change.
For the first time in the past five years, the child who had been growing taller bit by bit hadn’t shown her face for four whole days.
Well, it wasn’t as if another war had broken out or one of the businesses had collapsed.
Honestly, it was the kind of problem one could simply forget about.
Thinking she’d surely come back again.
It should have been that way… yet the advisors were all fidgeting in their seats.
Some even stood up from their desks for no reason, opening and closing the door repeatedly.
“It’s unusually hot today… should we open the windows?”
Christopher acknowledged Hale’s words with a subtle cough.
Rondel pretended not to hear, but that was consent in itself.
“Ah, sitting for too long in my old age—my knees are stiff. I need to stretch my legs a bit.”
Darius, the eldest among them, rose slowly and began to pace the corridor.
He straightened his back and craned his neck, but the pink-haired child who should have come running from around the corner was nowhere to be seen.
Whenever it was time for tea, she would appear reeking of that distinctive smell.
“Hmm, it’s rather concerning. She seems quite disappointed.”
Darius returned empty-handed and offered an awkward remark. Cedric, who had been organizing documents, replied indifferently.
“I hear she’s been secluding herself and crying.”
“What? No—why are you only telling me this now?”
“Did anyone ask you?”
Cedric’s response was curt, emphasizing the word “ask” with particular force. Then he glared at the Household Master, who continued sipping his tea with composure.
The advisors, who typically disapproved of Cedric’s insolence, found themselves in agreement this time.
The child was crying, after all!
How could he appear so unmoved?
“Comfort won’t help, they say. Soon that small frame will reek not of that distinctive smell, but of salt tears.”
Cedric spoke pointedly, setting down a stack of documents with a chill in his tone.
Galiazard read the entire atmosphere perfectly, yet merely smiled serenely.
Because truthfully, Galiazard had no inclination to go see her.
Though the chattering child’s absence was indeed notable.
It did nag at him like a splinter beneath a fingernail.
But still, was it necessary?
“Shouldn’t you go check on her?”
“Hmm.”
Cedric’s tone grew increasingly disrespectful.
Galiazard, who had considered pointing this out, found no amusement in it and let it pass.
‘That child who would climb onto my lap without permission, thrusting her head forward first.’
Now she had grown considerably taller and heavier, and her abilities had even begun to manifest.
Though not quite to the extent he had anticipated, Galiazard harbored no disappointment in Superti.
She was a Spirit King’s contractor—wasn’t that achievement enough?
“She’s not the sort who needs her grandfather’s encouragement, is she?”
Even with sweets she wouldn’t eat, she would insist on putting them in her mouth and poking at them playfully—such a reckless child.
Left alone, she would naturally dry her tears and rise again.
His youngest granddaughter was born with a spirit as upright and resilient as a reed.
“You’re truly not concerned? Not even a little?”
“Why don’t you go see her yourself, Cedric?”
“I’ve already been. She turned me away at the door.”
“Heh.”
Superti had always been fond of Cedric.
And Cedric cherished Superti dearly.
And you didn’t even show her your face?
The Advisory Council members each threw in their own remarks toward Galiazard, who was stroking his beard.
“Cold-blooded old man.”
“How many cookies have you been eating from your granddaughter all this time?”
“If you’re old, you need to move around or your joints will stiffen, you know?”
“You’ll only come to your senses when you’re even older and she ignores you. Tsk tsk.”
They were all things he should hear.
In truth, when it came to being cold and rational, his Advisory Council was no different.
They were all cut from the same cloth.
‘But when exactly did they all become so soft-hearted?’
Finding that curious, Galiazard let out a chuckle.
Superti possesses formidable willpower. She is steadfast, never yields, and is relentlessly persistent.
The way she pushes through her desires and demands until her opponent concedes doesn’t displease me—in fact, she’s worth using as a trump card in future political and diplomatic matters.
Currently, Superti’s value in Galiazard’s mind ranks at the highest tier.
It wouldn’t be difficult to visit her room….
‘Hmm? No matter what, the old me would never have considered appeasing her. Have I changed as well?’
Like water dripping on stone, boring through it; like waves polishing seashells smooth and glossy.
Superti was that kind of child.
She seeps in without you noticing when, and once rubbed in, she won’t come off.
“It feels exactly like wearing shoes completely soaked through with water.”
With water sloshing inside the boots, there’s no way to ignore it.
Eventually, moments later, Galiazard stood before the child’s door.
“G-Grandfather…?”
“Yes. You’ve become quite the pitiful sight.”
A puffy, swollen face peeked out through the slightly ajar door.
Her nose was stuffed up, and her eyes were red.
Seeing Superti in such a sorry state, Galiazard let out a dry cough.
“This is my first time visiting my granddaughter’s room. It feels strange.”
“You can sit here….”
Superti shuffled in and guided Galiazard to a table that looked like something used for playing house.
The chair was far too small for him to sit in, so Galiazard was about to choose to stand instead.
If Superti hadn’t pushed two child-sized chairs together to make a seat for him.
“Sniff, sniffle.”
She didn’t seem to be deliberately acting pitiful, but droplets of mucus kept shooting out from her nose and bursting with a pop.
Finding it amusing, Galiazard unconsciously curved his lips into a smile.
“Were you upset?”
“Y-yes….”
“The girl who was always grinning has become so downhearted.”
She was the one who always approached first, but the current Superti did not.
She seemed listless, and her complexion was poor.
Galiazard found himself in a predicament as the child, who had been frolicking about like a playful seal, suddenly shifted demeanor.
He simply didn’t know how to respond to this unexpected change.
It was at that very moment.

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