The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 130

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【130】
Superti seemed to be pondering something deeply.
The round-faced girl tilted her head this way and that before finally meeting his gaze directly and opening her mouth.
“Friendship isn’t something that happens because of what someone did or what they will do.”
“….”
“So if ‘being friends’ becomes a condition, then I won’t be your friend.”
What did that mean?
Maximilian considered himself quite perceptive. Yet he found himself unable to readily accept her words.
“So what you’re saying is… you’d be my friend even if I gave you nothing?”
“Yes. If you ask me to be your friend with genuine sincerity.”
“That’s absurd.”
Where did such a thing exist?
He couldn’t believe it.
“Sincerity is invisible. It has no substance, does it?”
“That’s exactly why it’s precious. It exists only through mutual trust. When you believe in your own sincerity, and when I believe in yours and treat you with genuine sincerity in return—that’s when sincerity becomes real.”
Maximilian furrowed his brow.
He almost understood, yet didn’t quite.
‘Looking at her this way, she seems fourteen.’
What nine-year-old spoke like this?
“And friendship is equal. Of course, your status is higher, but in private moments, we’re on the same level. That’s what friendship is.”
This too eluded him.
Everyone around him only bowed.
Superti alone spoke so casually in informal speech without hesitation.
The strange part was that he didn’t find it unpleasant—
‘Perhaps it’s because her eyes are so clear.’
Like gazing into a pristine spring.
Eyes that asked nothing of him, that didn’t despise him either. Eyes that neither liked nor disliked him, that didn’t seek to impress him, nor held him in contempt.
This child was not calculating.
She desired only one thing.
Sincerity.
What he had to set aside was his own pride.
“…So, um. Be… um.”
“Yes?”
“Friends with me. Just. Even if neither of us gives anything.”
Was this the right way to say it?
Would it work this time?
Maximilian found himself repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists.
He was nervous for some reason.
But he understood that if he said it this way, he truly couldn’t expect anything in return.
He couldn’t rely on Superti Fasayen’s background or abilities.
If he couldn’t give what she wanted, then there was nothing he could obtain from her either.
According to what he’d learned, such a relationship was useless and didn’t warrant maintaining.
But somehow, he wanted to try.
That simple kind of friendship.
“Yes, I like it!”
A moment later, Superti broke into a radiant smile.
As if all their bickering had never happened, as if they’d never squabbled even once—her expression was crystalline and pure.
It melted away the sharp thorns that had been festering in Maximilian’s heart.
It was the kind of smile that brought solace to something within him that had been huddled down, nursing only anger.
“Since we’re friends now, I’ll have the charity auction proceeds sent to wherever you support!”
“Huh? It works that way?”
“Yes. Without any conditions, just from a good heart. Because we’re friends.”
It was strange.
He didn’t quite understand the logic of it all, but he nodded anyway.
Superti smiled at him once more.
“It’s fine. Mother says if you don’t know something, you just learn it. It’s only because there was no one to teach me.”
“Mother?”
“Yes. Mother is always by my side. Oh, but it’s a secret—my mother is the Water Spirit King.”
…How much of what this child says should he actually believe?
Troubled by the thought, he exhaled deeply and pressed his hand to his forehead.
He didn’t understand, and it was difficult, but he’d gathered his courage nonetheless. As a result, he’d gained a friend.
That fact brought him a little joy.
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That evening.
Mongdol, waiting for Superti who hadn’t returned, hopped down from the bed and paced restlessly around the room.
His ears perked up at the sound of footsteps from outside, but sensing they weren’t Superti’s, his tail drooped.
Eventually, Mongdol flopped down onto the carpet beneath the classroom door and began licking his front paws.
“Mongdol! I’ve been waiting for you!”
Just then, rapid footsteps thundered down the entire corridor.
The door burst open, and the Pink-haired Girl appeared.
Mongdol barked joyfully at the sight of her.
“Weren’t you hungry? Did you eat? Did Noel take good care of you?”
“Woof!”
“Oh, you were bored! Should we go for a walk?”
Mongdol sprang up and rushed toward her, eagerly licking her cheeks.
He didn’t exactly think of her as his owner, but he adored this child. Being with her brought him joy. His tail wagged uncontrollably.
He loved her gentle touch!
He loved when she brushed his fur.
He wanted to be with her.
A walk! He loved it!
Bee! Good!
Butterfly! Good!
“Whoa, if you run that fast…!”
“Woof woof!”
I’m so happy!
Mongdol’s tail wagged wildly as he roamed freely through the Garden.
Then, suddenly, he looked up at the sky.
The waning moon’s form was reflected in his dark eyes.
He knew what it looked like when it was completely full.
When that time came, he went mad.
Ferocious emotions churned within his chest, unbearable and overwhelming. Biting, fighting, destroying, devouring….
‘Huh?’
In that instant, a voice awakened within him.
‘What am I doing here?’
Where is this?
Who am I?
“Mongdol, shall we head inside now?”
A gentle voice called to him.
As he turned around, he tilted his head while standing firm.
‘Mongdol? Who is she calling? I am….’
That’s not my name.
Padding softly.
Lost in thought as he walked, he mindlessly sank into the Bathtub.
A woman he’d never seen before washed him and dried his fur, then food arrived.
The moment he saw the chunk of meat dripping with blood, hunger overwhelmed him—he growled and buried his head to eat, but once his belly was full, doubt crept back in.
Why did I do that?
“Yawn, sleep well, Mongdol.”
“Woof…?”
“See you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow?
Will it be like this again tomorrow?
‘No.’
I have somewhere I need to return to.
He nestled obediently in the Girl’s embrace as she held him, shaking his head.
Who was I? Who was I?
Who was I originally?
After pondering this for a long while, he dozed off, and when he awoke.
“…!”
Mongdol.
No—Isthel’s sole heir.
Blake Isshel realized with a start that he was lying in the same bed as the girl.
‘What in the world…!’
His memories were fragmented and jumbled.
He jolted up in alarm, but when he landed, he made no sound whatsoever.
After all, the Isshel family possessed physical abilities that surpassed any Awakener from other households.
‘How could I… share a bed with the girl…!’
Blake’s face flushed crimson, the blush spreading even to his ears as he froze in place.
On nights when the full moon rose, it was common enough to lose one’s senses and wander aimlessly.
But this situation was unprecedented.
Normally, he would be confined in the family’s underground basement, howling until the moon set and he returned to human form.
‘Did I escape my uncle’s watch? Break free from those restraints? Though my uncle must have transformed into a beast as well.’
Wait—at the end, it seemed like I’d been fighting with my uncle, biting and clawing at each other.
Confused, he shook his head.
Lustrous black hair with a fine texture. Vivid green eyes.
That was the same appearance he had when he was a wolf.
Such rigidity was a trait of the knight household.
‘I transformed into a beast, then lost my strength and became a wolf.’
The Isshel family’s berserk transformation had multiple stages.
Human.
Standing on hind legs, with a beast’s head but an overall form similar to a human—a beast-man.
A complete beast.
Or a wolf form that, at first glance, was barely distinguishable from a dog.
These detailed classifications were unknown to other households.
Especially the final wolf transformation, which was as much a weakness as anything else, so they had been extremely cautious about it being revealed to other families.
Therefore, it was highly likely that this unknown girl had no idea he was from the Isshel family.
Because when one transformed into a wolf, one truly became a beast.
“Mmm… Mongdol…”
Just as his face felt like it might burst, the girl stirred and called out to him.
In that instant, the memory of when he was Mongdol, playing joyfully with the girl.
The memory of licking her lips…
The memory of being held in her arms.
All of it came rushing back from that distant place, and Blake buried his face in his hands.
‘I have to leave. Now. Immediately.’
To be here in a lady’s room without permission like this.
He could not forgive himself.

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