The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 117

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【117】
‘Good grief, why won’t the people I want to see come?’
After my first dance with the Crown Prince ended.
I turned back to where the Household Master was supposed to arrive, only to find neither Rasipherd nor Sister Diolrose there.
I immediately deflated, my shoulders sagging in disappointment.
The truth was, I’d come here specifically to meet those two!
Aunt Violet, Lewiwood, and Aunt Cecilia had entered alongside Grandfather before naturally blending into the crowd.
Those who approached Aunt Violet appeared to be individuals overseeing administrative matters for their respective households, or people who looked like lords—
Around Aunt Cecilia gathered people with rippling muscles, who seemed to be knights from other households.
As I observed my family, I turned my gaze toward the Belarion contingent, finding it curious that they all possessed silver hair and crimson eyes.
‘These must be the opponents I’ll face in the upcoming friendly competition.’
Having received lessons on noble genealogy, I could distinguish everyone perfectly.
‘The eldest: Terence Bellarion, twenty-three years old.’
With a face that bore a striking resemblance to the Bellarion Household Master, he was presumed to be the only legitimate heir.
His impression was composed yet resolute—like a diamond.
‘But honestly, while he’s undeniably handsome, there’s something about him that makes me hesitant to approach.’
Perhaps it was the melancholic expression that gave me pause.
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ explains excitedly.]
[That one is of my kind!]
Ah, yes…
I should definitely take a wide detour around him.
‘The second is Goliath, but I heard he was expelled. The third is Sister Diolrose.’
Unfortunately, I’ll be able to meet her once during the friendly competition!
‘And the fourth is Johan Bellarion. Fifteen years old.’
Johan, the only one among the Belarions wearing glasses, had even brought a book into the banquet hall.
His defining characteristic was a cold expression that seemed to warn everyone not to speak to him.
And on top of that, there was an enormous white serpent on his shoulder—so massive it could probably snap a human head clean off with one bite!
‘Gasp, I just want to touch it once!’
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ warns that it’s dangerous.]
But Mother, it’s a white serpent.
How could I possibly resist touching it?!
Of course, I’d need Johan’s permission first.
The white serpent flicked its tongue as it looked around.
It was definitely different from Aunt Cecilia’s snakes—its round face gave it a much gentler appearance.
Aunt Cecilia’s snakes had pointed heads, after all.
‘Finally… the fifth and sixth: the twins. Mint and Vanilla. Twelve years old.’
I’m not sure why they have such names, but since they’re food-related, I like them. I don’t dislike them.
The boy is Mint, and the girl is Vanilla.
Both of them had expressions suggesting they’d be incredibly mischievous.
Like little troublemakers.
‘Mother, I want to go talk to Johan. Is that okay?’
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, advises you not to go alone and to go with Elzen.]
Mother’s right. Elzen loves books too.
If Johan is a literary boy, the two of them might make a perfect pair.
Just as I was about to go find Elzen with that thought, Grandfather beckoned me over with a gesture.
‘Ah! It’s time for my duty.’
I hurried over to Grandfather.
I’d studied etiquette lessons diligently, so I knew exactly how to greet the Emperor.
“So you’re the youngest of Fasayen.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
“I’ve heard that at such a young age, you’re a Podungi Master. Spirit Masters are rarer than mages, their numbers being so few. How does it feel to have become a contractor of a Spirit King?”
The Emperor, who resembled a roasted red pepper, leaned his upper body forward and spoke to me with curious interest.
I already knew how to answer when such questions came up, having learned it well.
“The Spirit Kings protect me, so it feels wonderful. I want to use this power to protect my household.”
My clear voice resonated through the quieted space.
I soon noticed that all eyes had turned toward me.
The music had even lowered, and I could feel everyone listening intently.
“Well then. Have you decided? Here and now, which Spirit King will you contract with?”
“Yes!”
My family didn’t know that I was filling the grape board.
But I did know that I could freely choose and contract with one of the Spirit Kings.
Grandfather had always hoped I would contract with the Flame Spirit King.
Father thought there was no need for another contract, and my older brothers said to do as I wished.
The kitchen staff preferred the Flame Spirit King, and the garden staff preferred the Earth Spirit King.
Of course, I could also contract with the Emotion Spirit King and then teach Grandfather what emotions are.
I could just force it into him.
‘But would that really mean Grandfather changed on his own?’
I wanted Grandfather to change by himself.
Even just a little would be fine.
So the Emotion Spirit King isn’t the choice right now.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ is both delighted and sorrowful.]
[Our child is so impressive, what should I do? But you won’t choose me. Sob, I understand though…]
I’m sorry, Emotion Spirit King!
‘I definitely want to contract with the Luck Spirit King someday too, but since it’s not physical attack power. I really want to contract with a Spirit King with strong offensive power to protect my body right now.’
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ says he understands perfectly and speaks shyly.]
As I was deliberating one last time, my eyes met Maximilian’s directly.
Maximilian immediately glared, but it was utterly pathetic.
How could he be so completely non-threatening?
‘He’s like a baby kitten. You know, the way it puffs up its fur and jumps sideways.’
Everyone would be startled when the Flame Spirit King manifests, wouldn’t they?
“I’ve made my decision.”
I wasn’t nervous, but I took a long, deliberate breath before exhaling.
“I want to form a contract with the Flame Spirit King!”
Using Podungi!
The moment those words left my lips, I saw petulant Maximilian’s eyes widen in shock.
The Emperor looked equally astonished, while the Empress beside him trembled with her hands covering her mouth.
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ laughs with delight.]
[At last! You’ve finally chosen me! I’ve waited so long. As a gift, I shall manifest in the most glorious form!]
Whoooosh!
Countless fireballs materialized around me.
The air within the Banquet Hall heated instantly, yet these flames caused no harm to anyone.
Instead, they wrapped around us with a gentle warmth.
“Gasp—what on earth is that—!”
“The actual Flame Spirit King? Impossible!”
“Can one person truly contract with three Spirit Kings?”
But the moment those words were spoken, a colossal waterfall of flame erupted between me and the Emperor.
Through that magnificent spectacle of flowing fire, a curved, clawed hand suddenly pierced through the flames with a thunderous crack.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The Banquet Hall shook violently with each impact.
First came legs covered entirely in claw-shaped tattoos, followed by a bare, muscular torso.
As my gaze rose higher, I saw a mouth belching sulfurous smoke.
Broad shoulders and forearms were covered in scales like those of a dragon, with numerous small horns protruding from them. Two long, curved crimson horns adorned the forehead.
The vertically slit pupils burned with an intensity so white it seemed like compressed flame itself.
‘And that bronzed skin—as if scorched by the sun itself.’
A dragon-human.
So that conversation I’d had briefly before was true!
This was what the Flame Spirit King actually looked like.
[To see you directly without going through Eden—how moving!]
“Hello, Flame Spirit King! I’ve wanted to meet you.”
[You chose well. My name is Flammeus. I am the Flame Spirit King, eternally burning.]
The Flame Spirit King—Flammeus—extended both hands toward me. I didn’t resist and surrendered myself to his grasp.
Normally he would be far larger, but summoning him indoors meant he was now only as tall as the Banquet Hall’s ceiling.
Perched on Flammeus’s shoulder, my eye level had already risen higher than the Emperor’s.
Far higher than that irritating Maximilian’s.
Because the shock had been so great that he’d tumbled right out of his chair.
“M-m-monster!”

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