The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 108

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【108】
Pitter-patter.
Superti, who had been holding back with visible effort, suddenly burst into tears like a broken drainage pipe.
Unable to cry properly, she clenched her lips and simply let her cheeks grow wet.
Galiazard, somewhat taken aback, withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket.
Yet something felt peculiar.
When his daughter wept, he felt no pity whatsoever, but was it different for a granddaughter?
‘My chest aches slightly.’
Of course, it was hardly a profound pain.
Merely the discomfort of a long-used desk’s wood grain rising—nothing more than that.
He had no desire to hold her and rock her back and forth in helpless sympathy, yet leaving her be felt equally unsettling.
‘Had this child instead squeezed out tears she didn’t possess while timidly gauging my reaction, I wouldn’t be so troubled now.’
In his youth, Galiazard had witnessed children: those whose tears never came yet who screamed loudly for show; those who thrashed and shrieked until their faces turned crimson; those who hiccupped after nervously observing his expression.
Three of his children had been childish once, at least—all except Violet.
‘Violet would tilt her head and walk past whenever her siblings cried.’
Her expression utterly bewildered as to why they bothered.
And since Galiazard felt the same way, he had thoroughly ignored his children’s emotional displays.
Until they stopped.
Ignored long enough, they would cease on their own. After that, they would strive to appear well-behaved.
‘Though Diagon did leap to his feet and point accusingly at me.’
In any case.
Galiazard, who had been wiping away the torrential tears, emerged from his reverie.
He had suddenly grasped why this small youngest granddaughter troubled him so.
‘You harbor not the slightest desire to appear well before me.’
Yet neither was she devoid of emotion like Violet.
Rather, he could scarcely fathom where such laughter and tears fit within this small frame.
Observing that abundant emotion, while inconvenient for living, didn’t particularly annoy him, he realized….
‘Perhaps you’ve already taken firm root in my heart.’
Galiazard cleared his throat and shifted to a more comfortable position. Though discomfort remained regardless.
“Superti.”
“Yes. *Sniffle*.”
“Come now, blow your nose. Blow.”
“*Snort*!”
Superti, who had blown her nose vigorously, rested her chin on the Table with an exhausted expression.
Looking down from above, her protruding soft cheeks and pointed lips appeared rather amusing.
“Yes, regarding jellyfish. They aren’t particularly strong creatures.”
“….”
“Still, they’re not entirely useless. There may be abilities you haven’t yet discovered.”
“But… what if it truly has no abilities at all?”
That would be somewhat disappointing, wouldn’t it.
Galiazard caught the truth that nearly burst from his throat.
“Grandfather likes useful children, doesn’t he? I’m useless.”
“Ahem, when did I ever say such a thing?”
His protruding lips quivered as he expressed his concern.
Still so young, knowing nothing of the world, yet carrying a burden as heavy as mountains.
The way she spoke with such maturity was rather amusing.
“I know everything there is to know.”
“Hahaha, is that so?”
In the end, Galiazard couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
His lips had been twitching uncontrollably since earlier, and he could no longer hold it back.
“I’m being serious!”
“Ha, yes, yes, hahaha!”
“Grandfather!”
At that, Superti let out a sharp cry with a look of shock on her face.
She tried to suppress her laughter, but there’s nothing harder to hold back in this world than genuine, heartfelt laughter.
No matter how stern she tried to appear, her shoulders shook uncontrollably.
If you laugh while trying not to laugh, there’s no help for it—you just have to let it out.
“So you were worried that your grandfather wouldn’t love you?”
“It’s not worry, it’s reality.”
“My, how bold and reckless you’ve become. Don’t lose your confidence. Of course, jellyfish are the lowest creatures in the Sea, but….”
Thud!
That exact expression flashed across the child’s face.
Galiazard quickly changed his words.
“But you’re first-rate when it comes to being cute.”
“No! I wanted to become an Awakener stronger than anyone, protect Fasayen, and even conquer the world…!”
“Hahahaha! Conquer the world! What grand dreams!”
At the child’s true feelings spilling out, Galiazard slapped the table and laughed.
Eventually the table made a creaking sound and collapsed, and only then could Galiazard finally compose himself.
“How can I stop this laughter?”
“If Grandfather loves me….”
“Love is something you can see and touch. Yes, shall I buy you a gift? To celebrate Bijou’s awakening.”
“A gift… then a building….”
“Hmm? A building?”
It was an unexpected request, but since he’d already promised a gift, a building wasn’t a bad idea.
Under Imperial law, gifting property to children early was also a good way to avoid inheritance taxes.
“A shoe business, sniff, I want to start. So I need a Workshop, sniff.”
How admirable.
Even if she’d just sat around playing and collecting rent, he would’ve accepted it, but instead she had something she wanted to accomplish.
This was truly what made Superti genuinely valuable.
“You don’t know how to stand still, do you?”
“…?”
“Good. Your grandfather won’t refuse to support his granddaughter’s first venture. You said you needed a workshop—I’ll set one up for you in a prime location.”
“…Really?”
Superti’s eyes widened.
They sparkled like water held in a vessel, as if they’d swallowed the stars themselves.
Those vivid blue eyes shone so brilliantly each time I looked at them, it was almost bewildering.
‘Perhaps it’s because I’m old that such things seem beautiful.’
Galiazard gently stroked the small head that fit in the palm of his hand.
“There now, will you stop crying?”
“But my ability isn’t that remarkable… Why would you give me a workshop…?”
“Why, you ask? Because you possess a value far greater than any ability. Yes, you may falter. You may be disappointed. Yet still you rise again, wiping away your tears.”
No—even while weeping, this child moves forward.
Superti is the kind who persists until success comes.
With all her strength, with her whole heart.
“Such character is not easily obtained. All things pass like fleeting clouds,
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and in the end, only a moment of one’s true self remains. Sincerity alone is the eternal lamp.”
Superti blinked at the suddenly profound words.
Her expression was blank with incomprehension, and Galiazard smiled gently once more.
“What I mean is, you—who face each moment with such intensity—are what this old man must observe and learn from.”
“I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
“You needn’t. In any case, let us go eat now. The Head Chef must be quite distraught—a glutton refusing a meal.”
Galiazard scooped Superti into his arms and opened the door.
Those who had been eavesdropping in hiding all froze in surprise.
Galiazard surveyed Mikard, Elzen, and the Twins Iliad and Naiad standing openly before the door, then clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Joy, a half-elf, clung to the ceiling, and in that corner was… Diagon.
Even Cecilia was listening intently from the opposite corridor.
“This child has bewitched you all. Did you think I might devour her?”
“…!”
“Tsk tsk. If you’re so concerned, let us all go to the Dining Hall together.”
Had there ever been a child so beloved in all of Fasayen’s history?
Surely not.
For she sends ripples even through his tranquil heart, like a single breeze disturbing still water.
‘Yielding to my granddaughter in my twilight years… that’s not so bad.’
Galiazard, hands clasped behind his back, gazed steadily at the figures of his descendants moving ahead of him.
Perhaps there wasn’t much time left to hold all their images in his eyes.
When great war erupts, some will be wounded, and some will fall.
‘And that one could be me.’

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