The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 132

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【132】
Who was that?
When I turned around, there stood a man with long crimson hair.
He had his legs propped up on the front seat, lounging in the most careless posture imaginable, looking utterly insufferable.
I despised it so much that I immediately furrowed my brow.
“The First Prince has made his bid. Is there anyone willing to offer a higher price?”
The First Prince, whose eyes met mine, blew his bangs aside with a huff and smirked.
A chill ran down my spine, so I spun around abruptly.
[The Air Spirit King ‘Shapasi’ says he possesses a remarkably free spirit.]
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ says, ugh, how distasteful. She averts her gaze.]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ denounces such an ill-mannered wretch.]
Ugh, I really hate this.
What kind of posture is that supposed to be?
“Then… the shoes are awarded to the First Prince.”
As the Head Chamberlain’s declaration ended, someone who looked unmistakably like an attendant came forward and took the shoes.
Throughout it all, the First Prince didn’t lift a single finger and simply waited.
‘He acts far more royal than Maximilian does.’
There’s something so authoritative about him. I don’t like it.
As I thought this and glanced to the side, I noticed Maximilian breaking out in a cold sweat.
“What’s wrong?”
I lowered my voice and whispered. Maximilian flinched slightly, then slowly wiped his face with a dry hand.
“It’s just… my older brother makes me uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine. Nothing will happen to you here. Does the First Prince usually bother you?”
“Not exactly… it’s just uncomfortable.”
Wasn’t the First Prince said to not even be an Awakener?
There’s still so much about this world I don’t understand.
Having given up on comprehension, I simply squeezed Maximilian’s hand firmly.
Hoping he might find some stability in my warmth.
“…!”
Maximilian’s eyes went wide.
“Hey, why, why all of a sudden?”
“Just because.”
“You just grab my hand like that?!”
“Is that not okay?”
Then I’ll let go, I suppose.
But the moment I released his hand, Maximilian grabbed mine again.
“Who said to let go? If you’re going to hold it, you have to see it through to the end.”
“Always complaining, you grouch.”
“I’m not a grouch. I’m saying you need to take responsibility once you’ve taken my hand.”
Maximilian’s ears flushed red with embarrassment.
Anyway, you’re just not being honest.
‘If you’re scared, you should just say you’re scared.’
In the end, we sat side by side holding hands until the Charity Auction ended.
“Are you already dating, little sister?”
“…!”
But here’s the thing.
When did he get here? The First Prince was looking down at us.
Watching our clasped hands while he smirked gave me chills.
“We’re not dating.”
“Ah, my apologies. I thought you two were already courting. The Imperial Family has quite a few libertines, after all, with fire flowing through their bloodline.”
At Maximilian’s retort, the First Prince chuckled and shrugged with both hands raised.
Around the First Prince were Young Noblewomen, and if I wasn’t mistaken, they all seemed to have hearts literally sparkling in their eyes.
‘What on earth is so appealing about such a strange man?!’
An older brother should at least be handsome.
If he’s not polite, not handsome, and acts all slimy, then he’s not an older brother to me.
I made my decision firmly and looked away.
I didn’t even want to look at him.
“What’s the little princess’s name?”
“…It’s Superti Fasayen.”
“Superti, is it? How lovely.”
The First Prince swept back his long hair and smiled at me.
I just rolled my eyes.
“Eek, Your Highness. You’re so cool!”
“That’s right. You’re amazing!”
I mean, really, where are they looking…?
I was so frustrated I wanted to grab the older girls and ask them, but I held back.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ is giggling.]
[Our little one has clear tastes. You really don’t like that muscular type, do you?]
I didn’t even know the First Prince was muscular.
I just didn’t like his face.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ laughs while slapping the ground.]
[You’re killing me twice over, absolutely killing me.]
Anyway, the First Prince, who kept flashing that greasy smile, clicked his tongue in disappointment when I didn’t respond.
“You’re still too young to understand my charm.”
“I think it’ll be the same even when you’re older.”
“Ha! So beneath that cute face lies a sharp tongue! How adorable. May the blessings of all things and the origin descend upon the princess.”
The First Prince disappeared, spouting those difficult words. His long hair swaying as he left.
I got goosebumps and quickly rubbed my arms.
It felt like I’d seen something I shouldn’t have.
“Maximilian, are you competing with the First Prince over the throne?”
“Huh? I suppose so. Right now, my older brother is pulling ahead a bit.”
“Don’t lose.”
I couldn’t understand why I disliked it so much.
I’m not usually one to avoid people, but somehow I found myself flinching and keeping my distance.
“Even when he does the same things I do, my older brother receives praise. I don’t. And no matter what I do well, I never get compliments. Instead, I get checked and restrained.”
“Because of the Empress?”
“Yes.”
This was the Crown Prince Palace.
It was one of the few places where Maximilian could speak comfortably.
I pondered for a moment before opening my mouth.
“Then why don’t you just go all out instead?”
“…What?”
“Don’t be ambiguous about it. Looking at the First Prince, he’s a complete wastrel. So you should act even more like a wastrel.”
“Are you telling me to have a defective goods competition or something?”
Maximilian furrowed his brow.
I offered him serious advice as he started making that kyaong sound again.
“No, think about it. With the First Prince acting like that, how much would she want to restrain you if you actually tried hard?”
“That’s… true, isn’t it?”
“Stop trying to do anything. Then naturally, the surveillance will loosen. Act like a wastrel. Make sure no one sees you as emperor material. Once you’ve let the Empress drop her guard like that… then train and study in secret.”
Of course, doing things in secret wouldn’t be easy.
Finding someone to teach me would be difficult too.
Perhaps what I’m throwing out like this is irresponsible talk.
Since there’s nothing I can directly help with.
But this kind of advice is exactly what I can offer as a friend.
“Acting like a wastrel….”
Unexpectedly, Maximilian fell deep into thought.
I gathered all the seriousness a nine-year-old could muster and nodded.
“Being a wastrel and acting like a wastrel are very different things.”
I hope you do well.
I hope you don’t lose.
After offering him a few more words of encouragement, I returned to my waiting family.
‘There’s only one throne, so it can’t be shared. Really, what can be done.’
The Household Master position belongs to Lewiwood. The Admiral position belongs to my older brother Mikard. It’s already decided like this.
The Resonant position is empty.
Originally, I was a Resonant candidate, but….
Actually, I don’t have much desire for the Resonant position now.
I can have it, or I don’t have to.
Or, to be honest—
I don’t really want it anymore.
‘Because when I was younger it seemed cool, but now I’ve realized that if I become a Resonant, I can’t travel.’
It’s certainly an honor to serve the Household.
But I still want to see and hear things from farther away with my own eyes and ears.
‘Father and my older brothers try to show me only the good parts.’
I’m grateful, but that’s not what’s real.
I want to collide with everything myself.
Not refined sugar—I want to walk through a sugarcane field. Even if I get pricked or cut.
To smell the earth in its natural state, to break off sugarcane and chew it.
What the sky is like, what the rustling leaves sound like in the crackling wind. Whether the ground is damp or dry.
I want to engrave each of those scenes into myself, digest them, and make them mine.
‘So that means I can’t become a Resonant, right?’
Mongdol was supposed to be in that future too.
I flopped onto the bed and thought of Mongdol hazily.
That warm, fluffy fur and the feeling of it.
“My first puppy….”
I missed him so much.
‘Teacher Cedric said Isthel becomes a monstrosity. Maximilian said it becomes a beast. But in reality, it’s just becoming a dog, isn’t it?’
How sad it must be to be misunderstood.
I wonder where he’s eating well.
As I sniffled, I found myself already surrounded by the approaching swarm of Jellyfish.
“Are you comforting me?”
They can’t answer, but it feels that way somehow.
I nuzzled among the soft, bouncy Jellyfish, then managed to stretch one arm and wave.
One Jellyfish that understood brought paper and a pen from inside its body and flew over.
“Sigh.”
I should write a letter.
To Rasifer.
Just to tell him that this happened, how he spent his day. That I miss my puppy so much.
That I don’t think I’ll ever see the puppy again. That he’s become a person.
And also….
* * *
“You became friends with the Crown Prince? What, you held his hand and he calmed down?”
Crackle.
A moment later.
A cloudy night sky.
The platinum-haired boy floating in the void, looking down at the Capital, crumpled the paper with a bright smile.
“And on top of that… you share a bed with Blake Isshel?”

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