The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 110

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【110】
That night, fierce winds swept across the land.
Though the runaway Jellyfish swayed helplessly back and forth under their assault, it completed its mission nonetheless.
It vanished with a soft pop at the boundary of Fasayen.
The Jellyfish reappeared in a land far, far away from Fasayen.
A magical realm where lightning struck without mercy.
It was the Dawn Laksimon.
“….”
Though a thunderstorm raged outside, the interior of the building was meticulously maintained by magic—the humidity low, the air arid.
Lacking sufficient moisture in the atmosphere, the Jellyfish grew somewhat listless.
Yet it summoned its strength to deliver the letter.
The Jellyfish, which had been drifting slowly and aimlessly, came to a halt before a window.
A platinum-haired boy of breathtaking beauty leaned against the window frame, as if bathed in ethereal moonlight.
But unfortunately, clear skies were difficult to find at the Dawn Laksimon during this season.
Thunder roared as if to shatter the heavens themselves, and lightning crashed violently into the wasteland.
Thus, the backdrop behind this beautiful youth was nothing but oppressively dense storm clouds, punctuated by flashes of brilliant light.
“Ah, so it’s you. Welcome.”
Rumble, crack!
As the air resonated with the tremendous sound, the Jellyfish flinched and trembled.
Whether from the thunder or from the incomprehensible creature before it, none could say.
“You have something for me, don’t you?”
His tone was quite gentle, yet the Jellyfish’s tentacles quivered uncontrollably.
It felt as though something terrible would happen if it didn’t.
“Come here.”
Rasifer, whose violet eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, beckoned with a single finger. The pink Jellyfish approached hesitantly, cold sweat streaming from its form in pitiful profusion.
To the Jellyfish, Rasifer was a being of dread.
Not merely because of his overwhelming power.
Nor because of any palpable killing intent.
Within that devilishly beautiful exterior lay a force that a small Jellyfish could never comprehend—a tangled mass of incomprehensible energy.
Flowing backwards, surging downward, vanishing upward.
This collection of contradictory forces could scarcely be called human at all.
“Ah, as I thought. A reply has arrived.”
Yet moments later, Rasifer smiled brilliantly, as if flowers scattered in all directions around him.
It was a smile so terrifyingly enchanting that even a brainless Jellyfish could not help but be captivated.
“Sweet. Adorable. Does he wear a perfume that smells of cotton candy?”
Not yet fully bloomed, but a bud nonetheless—that delicate clarity and refinement added an innocent charm to his youthful beauty.
This was especially evident in his voice, which had not yet undergone the change of adolescence.
“He must love cotton candy. Then I should hurry and create a cotton candy machine.”
These days, Rasifer had become absorbed in crafting new devices using magical engineering.
Street lamps that illuminated themselves when people approached, or soil blankets that extinguished fires when draped over them.
Or perhaps weapons shrunk to the size of a fingernail, fashioned into rings that could be worn like keys.
All had been patented, and commercialization was underway.
Naturally, these innovations benefited the world’s convenience and progress, and moreover contributed to Laximon’s overall finances—yet the Elders Council showed little enthusiasm.
This was because Rasifer’s inventions were heavily focused on serving the common people.
Furthermore, Rasifer never invented anything that didn’t genuinely interest him.
No amount of pleading from the elders made any difference.
He simply ignored them.
“If a machine could make cotton candy automatically, they’d surely be delighted. Ah, yes—instead of just making it plain, what if I designed it to be adorably shaped?”
Muttering to himself, Rasifer descended toward the carpet with a light, graceful movement.
Yet his feet never actually touched the ground.
Having developed fastidious habits as he matured, and naturally sensitive by nature, he couldn’t bear the thought of his body touching anything unclean.
“Does your master cherish you?”
As he sketched absently, the jellyfish that had been drifting about with soft undulations suddenly stiffened its form.
Rasifer understood the gesture to mean yes, and his eyes widened.
“Then a jellyfish-shaped cotton candy would be perfect.”
Scratch, scratch.
The pen nib made a pleasant sound as it glided across the paper.
Having quickly sketched a rough design, he tilted his head thoughtfully.
“What should I name this machine? It would be nice to include Superti’s name in it.”
Shu-shu?
‘That’s not bad. And if I add the ancient word for sweetness to it…’
Shu-shu Bonbon.
It was intuitive and easy to remember—he was quite pleased with it.
“Acting Household Master, I think you’ve lost it. You’re grinning to yourself.”
“Look at the thunder and lightning for the past few days. Good moods are always obvious.”
“That’s true—the mana drifting through Laximon is greatly influenced by your mood. But why are you in such a good mood…?”
“I’m quite anxious about that myself.”
In fact, where Rasifer currently was… was not his bedroom.
This was simply the nature of the Mage Order as a species.
They were far more active at night than during the day.
The typical mage’s schedule began at noon and ended when the sun rose at five in the morning.
Because of this, even at this hour when ordinary people slept, they were all wide awake—and Rasifer was in the highest level of the Magic Tower.
The New Product Research Laboratory, where only the most brilliant among geniuses gathered.
“It’s done.”
Whether the mages whispered among themselves or not, Rasifer focused solely on completing his design.
An hour passed.
Having finished writing even the notes, Rasifer called over the jellyfish that had been waiting patiently.
“Take this letter to your master. You can do that, can’t you?”
The jellyfish, trembling as though it had no choice but to comply, hastily swallowed the paper crane and vanished with a soft pop.
‘We’ll meet soon, you and I.’
The day that Fate had ordained was drawing near.
It was good that I came early, missing her so desperately.
‘I nearly died of longing without ever having met her.’
How she looked, the way those lovely eyes widened in wonder, how she sang in a voice more beautiful than a nightingale’s.
How delicate the small body I held was. Yet what tremendous courage dwelled within that heart.
I was grateful to know all of this and to be able to long for her.
‘After all, the only thing I have to do in my lifetime is yearn for you.’
I didn’t believe in past lives, but if such things truly existed, we must have been partners even then.
If reincarnation existed, we would surely meet again and become companions once more.
After meeting Superti, Rasifer had become certain.
It had to be her.
He endured this tedious existence solely for her sake.
‘In that case, perhaps I should check the stars.’
In an instant, he vanished from the tower and appeared in the void, sweeping the clouds aside with both hands.
As the clouds that had been raging and colliding moments before scattered, the stars finally revealed themselves.
It was truly an absurd ability.
To manipulate nature at will.
“What?”
That was when it happened.
As Rasifer gazed at the cluster of stars beyond his reach, a word of bewilderment escaped his lips.
“Two rivals?”
Bijou’s companion is Fate.
There is only one.
There could be no rival to such uniqueness.
‘How petty. So this is how you plan to interfere, Fate.’
As if anyone would lose to that.
Beside the pale pink star that represented Superti, two stars he had never seen before now appeared.
One was red, the other green.
Both were small in size, yet they formed rather threatening celestial configurations.
‘So in the end, you will come to care for and look after them.’
I hated it.
I truly hated it.
Around Rasifer, a brilliant golden aura surged violently.
‘My breath, my trembling, my heartbeat. Every drop of blood flowing through this body—you have all of it. From the day we first met, I have not been my own.’
But you are still yours.
Only I am bound.
Superti still possesses her own will.
Therefore, in this relationship, the position of the subordinate, the one who waits, is given only to Rasifer.
He had been willing to accept even that… but rivals?
To share your gaze with them?
‘After all, they’re just competitors. Should I kill them off early?’
It wasn’t long before Rasifer, who had been entertaining such dark thoughts, found himself sprawled across the void.
‘If I eliminate them, another will take their place. And if I eliminate that one, yet another will follow. Eventually, I’d have to wipe out every man in this world just to make it stop.’
And the more I repeat this cycle, the lower the quality of the stars that will stand beside Superti becomes.
It truly displeased me, but the thought of Superti’s admirers being of inferior caliber was even more unbearable.
“I’ll exercise restraint. So you absolutely must praise me later for doing so well.”
Rasifer, murmuring softly to himself, scattered into light and dispersed.
In truth, it was a night that Superti would never come to know.

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