The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 116

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Wahaha!
The laughter of nobles echoed in my ears.
It was unmistakably mockery.
The Crown Prince of an entire nation frightened by a mere rhinoceros beetle!
“You little tattletale.”
Thwack.
“What? You coward.”
Smack!
“Ow! How dare you kick my shin?”
“Hmph.”
Maximilian glared at Superti with all his might as she held his hand and turned her head away sharply.
He truly wanted to strike her head in frustration.
But she was a noble daughter of Fasayen!
‘I had no idea. That the Youngest Daughter of Fasayen had returned home, or what she even looked like.’
No one had ever told me.
My mother, the Late Empress, had been so frail that she rarely left her bedroom.
My father paid far more attention to his mistress, Countess Sinclair, than to Mother or me.
The Crown Prince Palace was vast and filled with people, yet most whispered behind my back like this.
“The Empress seems unlikely to last much longer, doesn’t she?”
“Hmm, that would be troublesome. If the Crown Prince loses her support, won’t his position unravel?”
“Countess Sinclair is no pushover. She won’t leave her rival standing.”
“What can be done… It seems she won’t last even five more years. She’s simply too weak to inherit the Emperor’s vitality.”
Argh!
Every time I overheard such words, I couldn’t contain myself.
I’d burst forth like a small ball of fire and scalp them raw.
The attendants couldn’t handle my growing ferocity and left one by one. Even after my mother passed, only a handful remained by my side.
An elderly maid with failing hearing, a slovenly knight, and attendants who knew nothing of use.
They were worthless to me—not even as useful as a fork.
‘If only I’d had a proper teacher, I wouldn’t have suffered such humiliation!’
No matter how imperial the bloodline, Fasayen of the Horizon was not a household to be treated carelessly.
Fasayen was absolutely necessary to protect the Sea.
If they ever turned their backs… with imperial authority now in decline, there was no way to respond.
So I, a powerless and uneducated Crown Prince in name only, was ultimately inferior to a noble daughter cherished by Fasayen.
‘That’s why I’m dancing with her now.’
At the very least, I knew the Admiral’s face.
When this tattletale had exposed his weakness to everyone just now, it was Admiral Fasayen who approached first.
In that moment, I felt a terrifying aura directed at me.
A silent warning: if I caused this child any harm whatsoever, he would not let it slide.
It was an extraordinarily disrespectful demeanor, even in the presence of the Emperor—
Yet my father overlooked it.
Instead, he sent me a look that said to let it pass gracefully.
“The Divine Beast of Flame awakens within the hearts of the Baratheum Bloodline? Really?”
As I moved closer, the pink-haired fool spoke to me.
Maximilian frowned and gave a curt nod.
“Teacher Cedric told me that the Imperial Divine Beast, the Phoenix, opens its eyes when someone holds a great purpose to protect another—when they possess the resolve to burn themselves in sacrifice.”
“So? I already knew that.”
“It’s just… if you keep being so petty, the Divine Beast will never awaken.”
Whirl.
The hem of her skirt, embroidered with waves, billowed out dramatically.
The girl who had pulled away from me laughed brightly.
It was an infuriatingly charming face.
“You must have lied about being fourteen.”
Unable to contain myself, I growled, and the pink-haired starfish replied brazenly.
“That’s not a lie though? I’m fourteen years old, and at the same time, I’m nine.”
“What nonsense is that?”
“Anyway, I’m not a liar, so there.”
Bleh.
Superti Fasayen stuck her tongue out at me and then slapped my hand away.
“You’re like a starfish.”
“I’m a meowing cat!”
How annoying!
Maximilian huffed and returned to my seat, flopping down with a thud.
Too lazy to sit properly, I slouched with my back stretched out, but neither the Empress nor the Emperor—nor anyone else—said a word to me about it.
They simply left me alone.
“How irritating.”
I could see all sorts of people gathering around the pink-haired girl.
They all seemed utterly charmed, unable to help themselves, and I couldn’t understand why.
What was so cute about that tiny starfish?
‘I’m not jealous at all.’
I saw Admiral Fasayen feeding something to his daughter.
Then Mikard Fasayen lifted his younger sister into his arms, and when her legs dangled, Elzen Fasayen set down his cup and began to massage them.
‘They’re being absolutely shameless.’
Anyone watching would think she was the Imperial Princess.
‘Right now, no one approaches me.’
I felt lonely.
Suddenly overwhelmed by this emotion, Maximilian clenched my fists tightly.
I didn’t want to feel this way!
That was when it happened.
“The spear and shield of Baratheum. The Household Masters of each Ducal House and their heirs, enter!”
Galiazard, Household Master of Fasayen of the Horizon and the Sovereign of Authority.
Ixid, Household Master of Belarion of the Lunar Eclipse and father of the homunculus.
With the arrival of these titans who commanded vast families, the air within the Banquet Hall grew heavy in an instant.
“Wait! Huff, huff—just a moment. Let me come with you!”
Yet there was one who scrambled desperately in the wake of their dignified entrance.
Isshel of Residual Light, an ancient and storied knight household.
Their Household Master should have been here too, shouldn’t he?
‘What sort of buffoonery is this?’
Maximilian, watching from his seat, furrowed his brow and concentrated intently.
A belly that rippled as though he had never trained a day in his life. A goat beard that looked cunning from first glance. And a ruddy nose that suggested he’d been drinking since morning.
Altogether repulsive, and utterly unbecoming of a knight household’s reputation.
“Aha ha, what an honor! May all glory be yours. To the master of this great realm, the Sun! I offer my respects to His Majesty the Emperor.”
“….”
“I am the Deputy of Isshel Household Master’s Deputy. Due to the particular circumstances of Isshel, the Household Master’s Deputy found it difficult to attend, so I have come in his stead.”
Deputy of the Deputy?
‘I’ve never heard such nonsensical a title before.’
Again.
Once more, something he did not understand.
‘I know what Isshel’s peculiarity is. But has the Household Master changed? Is that why a Deputy exists now? But that man didn’t come, and instead sent a Deputy of the Deputy… ah, I don’t know!’
If only I had a proper political tutor to ask!
Maximilian found himself glaring toward the current Empress without meaning to.
It was the current Empress, Ipert Sinclair Baratheum, who had severed his limbs and sealed his eyes and ears.
Thus Maximilian remained ignorant of what he should have known, and learned nothing of what he should have studied.
If this continued for merely three more years, his position would certainly become precarious.
Yet he could find no way to escape this situation.
‘And what of Laximon? How does that stand?’
That place ought to have sent its Household Master’s Deputy, yet none appeared. They hadn’t even sent such a ridiculous Deputy of the Deputy.
The imperial authority was simply a complete mess.
“So, you said you had something to show me.”
“Indeed, Sire. My youngest daughter is so exceptional that I cannot help but boast of her.”
Maximilian, sitting askew with his legs crossed, heard the conversation between the Emperor and the Fasayen Household Master.
Though he affected an arrogant posture, his true thoughts were far too complicated.
‘This is my only chance. This is the only time I can understand how the realm operates without that woman’s surveillance.’
While pretending indifference and concentrating, it seemed they were speaking of Superti.
“She is so precious that I did not wish to let her leave Fasayen, yet today I steeled myself and gave her a chance to see the world. One must not raise a child too carefully sheltered, after all.”
The Fasayen Household Master praised Superti without end.
Just as it began to grow tiresome—
“Very well, come here.”
The Fasayen Household Master called to Superti.
“Greetings, Your Majesty the Emperor! Your Majesty the Empress. I am Superti Fasayen, and I humbly present myself before the sovereigns of this great realm.”
What?
The girl bent her knees with an elegant grace that seemed to demand admiration, her fingers delicately grasping the hem of her skirt.
To Maximilian, it was an utterly bewildering sight.
‘Is she… putting on an act?’

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