The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 111

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【111】
Chapter 9. Night of the Blooming Flame
“Angela, what is the Night of the Blooming Flame?”
Angela, who had been sipping her tea, squinted at my abrupt question.
“Can’t you go even a single moment without asking that wretched question?”
“But I’m curious.”
“You barge into my tea time, and you don’t even have the grace to drink properly… Mmph!”
Sitting across from her at the table, I quickly shoved a jam cookie into Angela’s mouth.
Deep in, too.
So she couldn’t spit it out.
“Mmph, hey!”
“I said I’m curious, didn’t I?”
Angela naturally shrieked in protest, but I simply laughed at her.
This morning, a reply had arrived from my secret letter friend.
Hello, Jellyfish owner.
My identity remains a secret.
The Night of the Blooming Flame is coming soon.
I’ll be there too. Shall we meet?
I’ll find you on the most romantic night of all.
P.S. I’m not sure how the Jellyfish ended up here, but I suspect it was drawn by the same Bijou as mine.
P.P.S. By the way, congratulations on your Bijou awakening.
I’m looking forward to the day we meet.
Are you… as well?
Honestly, I’ve been too excited to sleep lately.
-L.
Though the letter wasn’t particularly long, I read it over and over again.
Especially the second postscript.
Unlike the upper portion, which flowed without hesitation, the second postscript bore traces of uncertainty.
It felt as though they had agonized and stopped countless times while writing it—
‘From the context, Rasifer is convinced that we possess the same Bijou. That’s why they think my Jellyfish came to them.’
‘But how could they be certain that my Bijou is shaped like a paper crane?’
I had no idea who my Companion was.
Did Rasifer know from the moment we first met?
Is that why they gave me the paper crane-shaped hairpin?
‘The most important question. Rasifer, do you also possess a paper crane-shaped Bijou?’
I wrote out all such questions densely and sent them off.
But somehow, I had a feeling they would smile beautifully and call it a secret.
“The Night of the Blooming Flame is an Imperial Palace banquet where only Awakeners gather!”
That was when—
Ding!
Angela swallowed the last of her jam cookie and shot to her feet, slamming the table.
Lost in thought about Rasifer, I jumped in surprise, my eyes widening.
“It happens before the friendly match, and so much gossip springs up there! People fall in love, break up. You see Awakeners having fun only among themselves!!”
“…I see…?”
Before long, Angela was huffing indignantly.
With a genuinely aggrieved expression.
“I can barely tolerate the aura of a weak Awakener like you—how could I possibly go to such a monster’s den? I can’t go! I’m so unfairly treated!”
Angela, having vented her frustration, collapsed back into her chair as if drained of energy.
I watched her in bewilderment, then applauded.
“Are you annoyed with me right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sigh, being young. You don’t even know the latest slang.”
“It sounds like a bad word. You shouldn’t use language like that.”
These days, Angela met with her friends almost daily and attended various social gatherings like horseback riding and fishing.
Young ladies and young gentlemen who weren’t Awakeners formed groups and frequently interacted with each other—it seemed she’d picked up strange words from those circles.
“Hmph, in any case, the Night of the Blooming Flame. Its true purpose is the formal debutante ball for newly awakened Awakeners. Regardless of age, anyone who awakens receives an invitation.”
“…!”
“You’ll meet numerous Awakeners there. Since it’s before the friendly match… they’ll all apply tremendous pressure. Be careful.”
Angela’s expression then hardened as she spoke with genuine seriousness.
Since there was no playfulness in her tone, I nodded obediently.
When it came to High Society, Angela was definitely my senior, so I should listen well.
“Well, though I don’t think you’ll suffer from it. With that characteristic blank expression of yours, listening and then infuriating people seems to be your hobby.”
“No. I’ve never had such a hobby.”
“You can’t help being that way. But in High Society, being blank is the best. No one can beat someone who’s blank.”
“…?”
Is that praise or an insult?
[Water Spirit King Aurora tilts her head, wondering if that’s praise.]
[Emotion Spirit King ■■■ trails off, saying it is praise, but…]
[Flame Spirit King ■■■■■ says that since Superti is bright, that’s good enough.]
Flame Spirit King, because you say that, it really sounds like an insult!
“Oh, and some Awakeners meet their Companion at the Night of the Blooming Flame.”
“Really?”
“Since Awakeners from all across the nation gather there. There will be plenty of newly awakened ones too. Your Companion might be there!”
Rasifer did say he was coming to meet me.
Filled with anticipation, I gently swung my feet beneath the table.
I’ll be meeting the shoemakers later, so I should ask them to prepare a gift for Rasifer too!
* * *
But that afternoon, my face fell.
“How can you say you can’t do it all?!”
“Are you very disappointed.”
“No, I don’t understand, Father!”
Elzen had introduced me only to the finest craftsmen.
He’d gathered artisans from Fasayen and the surrounding territories, scraping together every master he could find, yet not a single one among them!
Not one person at all.
Who could make the shoes I’d proposed.
“They said my design was too revolutionary. That it wouldn’t sell. That it looked strange. What else did they say? That it violated propriety. That wearing this under a dress was improper. And… and… that they couldn’t make something that wasn’t a shoe!”
“Which fool said such things?”
During dinner.
I cornered Father and poured out my grievances. At that, Father suddenly reached for the sword at his waist.
“Wait, what are you planning to do by drawing that…?”
“No, just tell me the name. Who hesitated? Their appearance is fine too.”
Father replied gently.
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
‘Honestly. What can I say, Mother?’
Sigh.
After exhaling a long breath, I pouted and handed Father the paper with my design sketched on it.
“These are shoes with a thick sole instead of a heel, and anyone who wears them should be able to walk for long periods.”
“Hmm, they’d make one appear taller too.”
“Exactly, Father. But more than that, they’re easier to run in. If you tighten these laces here, they’ll support the foot well.”
What I’d drawn were just ordinary sneakers from that other world.
But this culture had no such footwear, and they wouldn’t tolerate wearing anything other than proper shoes beneath a dress!
‘I never thought even a master craftsman would refuse to make them.’
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ speaks cautiously.]
[Famous artisans… they’re proud and stubborn. Lesser-known craftsmen are better. Those with great ambition for success, with a pioneering spirit….]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ says to choose a newcomer who has nothing to lose and thus no fear.]
The Spirit Kings offered me counsel as I deliberated.
‘Hmm, a newcomer….’
At this rate, I wanted to go out myself and search directly, but there was no time.
Father said he’d pack within three days and depart for the Capital.
“With these shoes, one could certainly transition directly into battle even while wearing uncomfortable formal attire.”
“Right? The problem is the craftsman though… They all say they understand when I say I’ll just wear them, but the moment I mention showcasing them at the Imperial Palace Banquet, their expressions change.”
“It seems they all have poor taste. Such eyes aren’t needed.”
Father muttered coldly.
While touching his sword hilt with his thumb.
I stopped Father from doing anything rash, then fell into thought.
‘I won’t find anyone within Fasayen anyway. If that’s the case, it’d be better to go to the Capital and search there.’
The Night of the Blooming Flame and the Four Great Ducal Houses gathering banquet. Plus friendly matches and the Sixth Friendly Match Memorial Party and so on.
With banquets held every day, there would be opportunities to showcase my shoes whenever I wished.
Having settled my thoughts thus, I decided to focus on eating the freshly made cherry parfait.
‘Oh, that’s right.’
But I should ask Father about this too.
“Father, you know…”
“Yes.”
“What do you think would happen if I got a boyfriend?”

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