The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 118

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【118】
Maximilian let out an unseemly shriek.
I giggled and wrapped my arms tightly around the Flame Spirit King’s neck.
[Yes, child. We’ve finally met—surely you’ll grant me a kiss on the cheek?]
“Of course!”
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ warns you not to indulge in selfish desires.]
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ is envious.]
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ clutches his forehead, dreading how much bragging will come from this.]
Shimmering text from the Spirit Kings flooded into view.
With a bashful smile, I planted a kiss on Flammeus’s cheek.
“Did you see that?”
“Spirit Kings are beings no different from gods.”
“And yet… a kiss on the cheek…?”
Still, those gathered here were no ordinary people—they were Awakeners. Curiosity far outweighed any fear.
Some even displayed competitive spirit before the Spirit King’s pure strength.
“Hmm.”
Emperor Nordbert Glory Barateom rose abruptly without thinking, embodying that very sentiment.
If a dragon took human form, would it look like this? If flame were given a shape humans could comprehend, it would surely resemble this.
Fire carries both the meaning of condemnation and purification.
The Flame Spirit King radiated such pristine power.
I wish to cross blades with him just once.
As a warrior, it would be strange not to feel such desire.
But now was certainly not the time.
“What fortune for this nation! A contract with the Flame Spirit King!”
The Emperor struck the armrest of his throne with satisfaction, his voice ringing out.
“A fitting match for my son. Surely strong heirs shall be born!”
“…Your Majesty!”
At his words, the foolish boy turned ashen and shrieked in protest.
Nordbert gazed down at the Crown Prince with contempt, shook his head without responding.
‘Fool. He should be grateful merely to be bound to a high-ranking Flame Spirit Master, yet he’s become a Spirit King’s contractor. He should cherish this and seize the opportunity.’
Among the Barateom bloodline, the males carried fire sleeping deep within their bodies.
To ascend the throne, one must receive the Phoenix’s blessing at the Flame Altar. The emperors of old would awaken the Phoenix from their own chests and bear it upon their shoulders into war.
Nowadays, even a single fallen feather is considered proof of selection.
In any case, when one formally becomes emperor, the blood throughout the entire body ignites.
The empress who shares his bed naturally faces danger.
Therefore, whether empress or a woman met but once or twice, the ideal partner was always a Flame Spirit Master.
‘Tsk. I had intended to pair them, being of similar age.’
What could be done with a Crown Prince so lacking in perception?
As I clicked my tongue, the Flame Spirit King vanished.
Until the very end, cherishing Superti Fasayen.
It was truly a spectacular, dazzling debut.
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Outside the Banquet Hall, flames flickered in the night air.
A platinum-haired boy sat perched on the railing, peering inside.
“It suits you well, the hairpin. First time I’ve actually seen you wear one.”
The beautiful voice flowing smoothly from between those rosy lips was enough to make one’s ears tingle.
Rasifer gazed at Superti with eyes brimming with happiness.
He did not draw closer.
‘I’m furious that she danced her first dance with that skeleton bastard… but still, if it’s a first dance, it should be with someone of Crown Prince caliber at least. That’s only fitting.’
Crack.
He was smiling, yet the railing fractured beneath him and crumbled away.
Rasifer, suddenly suspended in the void, clenched his fists tightly before releasing them.
I cannot express how much I wanted to sabotage that first dance from the very beginning.
The jealousy was unbearable.
And yet, the reason I suppressed this jealousy so fiercely was—
“I cannot allow our Viju to overshadow you on a day when you deserve all the attention.”
So then, see you soon.
I want to see you. I want to hold your hand and spend every day with you.
I want to be by your side when you need me.
I will understand your heart better than you do, and I will know what you truly desire better than you know yourself.
Only I will be necessary.
With only me, everything will be complete, and you will need nothing else.
That is how I will possess and monopolize you.
“Allow me to become everything to you.”
You are mine.
I am yours.
He, who had been chanting that single phrase like an incantation, soon scattered like light and vanished.
Chapter 10. The Gathering of the Four Great Ducal Houses
After the Night of the Blooming Flame had passed.
The next day.
A vast circular Conference Hall was packed with countless people.
At the very center stood a circular table with four additional tables—naturally, these were the seats of the Household Masters, or their representatives.
Along the walls sat the Elders and senior members of each household, as well as adult direct descendants.
It was customary for the Imperial Family to lend the space to the Ducal Houses’ gathering but not to participate.
Therefore, the chairman presiding over this meeting was Galiazard Fasayen, the eldest among the Household Masters.
“I trust you have all made your own inquiries regarding the Osirian Church.”
Galiazard did not mince words. Nor did he waste time with preamble.
The moment the last person entered and the doors closed, he pressed down on a soundproofing magical artifact.
After that, he spoke without restraint.
“I believe no single household need bear all responsibility. If anyone possesses knowledge, it is right that we share it honestly in this place.”
Of course, I don’t believe that doing this will make anyone truly sincere.
I’m not a nine-year-old child.
The age for such naivety passed long ago.
Yet despite that, someone had to break the ice for the pieces of information to align.
“…”
Five minutes.
For approximately five minutes, nothing but breathing echoed through the hall.
Galiazard waited without impatience. And it was in that subtle silence that the first to speak was—
None other than Rasifer Laximon.
“Unlike those aged elders, I have reasons why this nation cannot fall, given that I still have my whole future ahead of me.”
Twelve years old this year.
Yet the aura he radiated was far too formidable to dismiss based on age alone.
It was almost incomprehensible how such power could dwell within a human body—and more bewildering still, how he remained sane.
“You must know that the Elves despise Laximon, so surely you’re not asking for information about them.”
“True. But the Dwarf Tribe is a different matter, is it not? Dwarves are creatures that sense mana.”
“Yes, well, that’s correct, sir.”
Look at this brat.
Galiazard stroked his beard with intrigued eyes.
This disrespectful creature had never shown reverence to anyone, not for a single moment.
He merely used honorifics mockingly—he never truly treated anyone with adult respect.
Yet now he called him “sir”?
‘So it’s true that this one is Superti’s Companion?’
Laximon possessed eyes that read truth.
So it wouldn’t have been strange if he’d recognized Superti as his partner beforehand.
“The Dwarf Tribe has officially severed relations with humans, but Laximon is different. They love creating new inventions, and the current leader especially favors my creations.”
In the end, it was boasting, but no one questioned it.
It was true that many inventions bore Rasifer’s name.
“The Dwarf Tribe is experiencing severe internal division right now. The young dwarves believe in the Osirian Church, but the elders have always been skeptical and haven’t fallen for its doctrine.”
“Hmm.”
“But the young dwarves could kill off the elders. If they simply left, it would end peacefully, but…”
As if hot-blooded dwarves would do such a thing.
Surely it wouldn’t be long before they fought amongst themselves.
“I see. Then… next is the Bellarion Household Master. What of the Gargoyle Race?”
When asked directly, Bellarion Household Master Ixid opened his mouth slowly.
“The Gargoyles are managed by Bellarion.”
That was when—

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