The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 133

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【133】
A deafening crack split the sky, followed by a thunderous boom!
Lightning descended. In that same instant, golden electricity traced across Rasifer’s violet eyes.
The name of that emotion was unmistakable jealousy.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
I had tried to wait patiently, but it was impossible.
Anxiety, restlessness, anguish.
All these emotions tangled together, piercing through my chest.
Rasifer bit down so hard on his rosy lips that blood beaded at the corners.
In truth, a Companion bond was neither something easily severed nor something one could forge at will.
How could one even define such a singular relationship?
That sense of devotion only those bound by eternity could truly feel.
So he had no reason to worry.
If Superti wished to experience more romance, he would respect that choice.
She was still so young, after all.
There was a certain beauty in preserving first love from such a tender age, but that was his burden to bear—not hers. She didn’t need to carry such a weight.
Eventually she would return to him anyway. All the remaining years, the future, even the next life—they would all belong to him. So it was fine.
It should be enough.
‘But I know it isn’t. Not really.’
Rasifer ran a withered hand through his disheveled hair.
Ever since confirming the stars’ orbits, his mouth had felt parched.
The truth was, he was already imprinted.
Every single second without my Companion was agony.
Especially for someone as inherently greedy and selfish as I am, that torment burned all the more vividly.
I wanted to tear her away from her family.
Take her to some foreign land where no one else existed, where she had no one to rely on but me.
Or perhaps I could plan it all out carefully, waiting until she reached adulthood.
I could execute it on her coming-of-age birthday. There would be nothing wrong with that.
Buy a village in some distant Foreign Land and fill it with actors. Then build a stage there where Superti and I could live together.
Let her see, hear, and meet only those people I had already vetted and verified.
Let her live peacefully among only the harmless.
Never let anyone’s fingers brush even a single strand of her hair.
Even that was a concession on my part.
No, wait. What I truly, truly wanted was to lock her away.
What if I hid her somewhere no one’s gaze could ever reach?
It didn’t matter how strong an Awakener was.
They could never find the Subspace I had carved out and created within the fabric of the universe itself.
“Hah… No. I need to regain control. Why am I wasting time on this? Why do I keep enduring, enduring, enduring?”
I couldn’t afford to lose my mind now.
I knew all too well what had become of my father when he lost himself to obsession over his Companion.
To the outside world, it was known that he had gone missing, voluntarily stepped down from his position as Household Master, or simply traveled abroad—
But his son knew the truth.
The Laximun Bloodline possessed an ability that no one else in this world had.
The ability to sense their Companion.
Whether they were born or dead. Whether, if dead, they had been reincarnated.
Whether they were nearby or far away.
One could even discern when they might meet again.
On the surface, it sounded far too romantic.
If the two loved each other, that is.
If separated by illness or accident, the Companion could even beseech the Laximun bloodline member: ‘Please, find me again.’
But… what if they did not love each other?
The genre shifted abruptly into horror.
A bond from which one could not escape, even in death.
The soul finds no peace, and the one you despise can witness even your departure from this world.
My mother, driven mad by conflicting love and hatred, withered away—laughing one day, weeping the next.
Erupting in rage one moment, then sitting motionless with vacant eyes the next.
‘What good is death? He’ll find me again, and this time he’ll deceive me so completely that I can’t even hate him.’
‘Yes. Even if Mother is reborn and becomes a new person, Father will still see her as his Companion.’
‘I can’t let something so grotesque happen. I have to bear this burden in this life. I can’t let my soul be violated across lifetimes.’
Even to the eyes of a child as young as I was, my mother appeared utterly devastated.
She always wanted to escape her confinement, yet the bond of Companionship would not allow it.
I learned from watching my mother that love and hatred could coexist.
‘Mother?’
Then one day.
On an ordinary day, without warning or any sign.
Through some means, my mother vanished completely.
To a place no one could find.
Somewhere very, very far away.
Perhaps even farther than death itself.
Once my father understood that he would never meet my mother again, his choice was simple.
To disappear from ‘this timeline.’
‘By now, he’s probably killed his past self and taken his place.’
Or perhaps.
‘But Mother will still despise him. If she learns he’s come to find her again, wherever or whenever, she’ll shudder in horror.’
Whatever he does in the past, whatever he orchestrates in parallel worlds—it matters not.
As long as Superti remains safe and happy.
‘I’m different from Father. It’s fine if I hurt. It’s fine if I’m wounded. I don’t want to watch you wither away because of my selfishness.’
My father held my mother as she died while still alive, and together they perished.
Both were alive, yet neither truly lived.
Loving each other, hating each other, raging, clawing at one another, then loving again.
He unleashed his emotions like lightning, leaving scars in their wake.
Watching this, Rasifer made a decision.
When he met his Companion, he would absolutely restrain himself.
He would suppress his desires, step back, and wait.
He would not rush forward recklessly.
He would not erase the family, friends, and every moment of life that she deserved to have.
He knew well that a single misstep would make him identical to his father.
After all, the bloodline was what it was.
‘Please. When you learn of me later, praise me. Tell me I did well and stroke my head gently.’
With great power comes inevitably either great destiny or mental illness as punishment.
Whether destiny or madness would come varied from person to person, but for Laximun, it had always been the latter.
His Companion drove Laximun to madness.
His Companion kept Laximun alive.
His Companion would kill Laximun.
His Companion prevented Laximun from burning the world to ash.
A race that lived consumed by love.
Yet his young Companion, blissfully unaware of all this, casually wrote other men’s names and letters to send.
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“Last night, lightning struck out of nowhere… and several trees on the street were snapped.”
“Oh no, was anyone hurt?”
“No. Strangely enough.”
The next day.
I headed to the Gifted Children’s Orphanage with the money collected from the Charity Auction.
Naturally, Maximilian came with me, and the Imperial Palace Knights provided the escort!
The Imperial Palace Knights were all kind, but when they saw me, they grinned so widely they looked just like the Navy uncles.
“We’re here!”
The Gifted Children’s Orphanage was magnificent from the outside.
It was nothing like the Bbeukkeum Bbeukkeum Orphanage where I had stayed!
Moreover, all the teachers here wore formal attire, and the students wore matching uniforms.
‘It really feels like a place where people learn to become Imperial Palace officials in the future, doesn’t it?’
From teachers to students, everyone was lined up waiting for us, so I could tell at a glance what kind of place this was.
The rules seemed rather strict.
“We are honored to receive such distinguished guests. We shall escort you directly to the Director’s Office.”
“Mm.”
After stepping down from the carriage.
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ chuckles mischievously.]
‘Hey, Chaos Spirit King, why are you suddenly acting like that? You’re making me uneasy…’
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ says solemnly that if you praise the great, mighty, and supreme me, I shall tell you.]
Oh, what should I do.
I’m a bit anxious, honestly.
“Why are you like that?”
After sitting on the sofa in the Director’s Office, Maximilian turned to look at me and asked.
I laughed with an “aha” and scratched my cheek.
“It’s nothing.”
There had to be something that would provoke a reaction from the Chaos Spirit King.
He wasn’t the type to act without reason.
“Thank you for finding me, Crown Prince. And Lady Fasayen. I am Tebeus, the Director.”
“It’s been a while. Have you been well? Old Tebe.”
“Yes, thanks to your care.”
That was when it happened.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ expresses displeasure.]

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