The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 138

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“Well, I’ve never heard of it before, but what a grand name,” she replied warmly, her thoughts still lingering elsewhere.
I turned to my Sister and began to explain.
“One day, a princess from some kingdom gets captured by a villain. But then this amazing empress defeats the villain and marries the princess.”
“Oh my, is that so?”
“Yes, she solves all the problems that the princes couldn’t handle, and she unravels riddles effortlessly. In the end, she even fights a dragon.”
That fairy tale book I first read when I was four years old had been a fresh shock to my senses.
I showed it to Angela too, but she said it was strange.
She found it odd that the hero wasn’t a prince, but an empress.
But I loved it precisely because of that.
Because I wanted to become an empress like that.
It’s so cool. The strongest of all.
“So if I ever get into trouble, will you rescue me, Sugar?”
“Yes! I’ll become a hero.”
“How admirable of you.”
Oh, the sun has already set.
They say Diolrose Sister looks most enchanting when it’s dark.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“Maximilian?”
Just then, I spotted Maximilian running toward us from the distance.
My Sister noticed him and made a slightly annoyed expression before turning to say goodbye to me.
“So it’s the friendly match now. Let’s meet at the eve celebration.”
I had come for the friendly match, but so many things happened along the way.
“Huff, huff. How can you just disappear like that on your own?”
“Did you find me?”
“Of course!”
Though he can be a bit prickly, I’ve made a friend who isn’t a bad person after all.
Back at the Imperial Palace, I cornered Father and told him everything that had happened.
I even took out the patterned tablet and showed it to him.
“Mother said there was a foul stench coming from this patterned tablet.”
“Hmm, let me see. If this object is meant for surveillance purposes, or if something is hidden inside it, there should be a groove around here.”
Wow, I never thought of that.
Father really is different.
I lay sprawled across the bed in my pajamas, admiring my handsome Father’s face.
“If the material of this object—the wood itself—isn’t cursed, then something is definitely hidden inside. It could be dangerous, so stay away for a moment.”
“Heh, but you’ll protect me anyway.”
“Well, that’s true. You little troublemaker.”
Even if a venomous snake jumped out from that patterned tablet, I wouldn’t be scared.
Father would be faster than anything.
I can’t be faster than Father.
Click, click.
Father manipulated the emblem tablet this way and that until he pressed a certain section with a decisive click. In the next moment—
“Gasp.”
“This is….”
A spherical object tumbled out from within and fell into Father’s palm.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The dark crimson object resembled a jewel like Bijou, yet it lacked that mesmerizing beauty. Rather, the moment I laid eyes upon it, I felt an instinctive revulsion.
‘The Spirit Kings are displaying simultaneous abhorrence as well.’
I had seen this before.
Precisely, in the eyes of the monster Luarel.
But why did this emerge from within the emblem tablet?
“….”
Father gazed at the dark crimson crystal with an expression of grave seriousness, then concealed it within his hand.
“I shall take this to your grandfather. For now, get some proper rest.”
“Yes!”
“You’ve worked hard. To think you discovered something like this. But next time, should you find anything similar, you must tell Father immediately. Do not simply take it upon yourself. There could be danger.”
A fraudulent charitable organization—Myosotis.
And from the emblem of Myosotis, this dark crimson crystal.
‘What in the world is happening?’
Though I couldn’t comprehend it, a nine-year-old still needed to burrow beneath the blankets.
Chapter 12. The Eve Festival
When nobility gathered in the Capital, banquets were held without cease.
The young attended without fail, for they needed to build connections and pursue romance, but the circumstances of the elderly differed.
With aching backs and painful knees, why venture out again?
By now, pleasantries had been exchanged and contests of will concluded; all that remained were drinking gatherings among peers.
On the night of the Eve Festival.
Galiazard sat surrounded by old men who had lived through similar years, engaged in a boastful competition.
“Friendly matches are merely children’s games, after all.”
“Heh heh, it matters not who wins—so long as they grow up healthy.”
Speaking such insincere words, Galiazard raised his cup, and the others followed suit.
All were either Household Masters of some family, retired to the countryside, or still actively serving as ministers working for the nation, among other stations.
Diverse in circumstance, yet sharing one commonality.
They called one another friends in their own way—companions growing old together.
“Indeed, I have something to say. A matter of grave national importance, so I shall speak plainly. Have any of you seen something like this?”
Galiazard withdrew a small ring box from his jacket pocket.
Within lay a dark crimson crystal.
Those who peered inside with curious eyes all shook their heads in unison.
“Never seen it before.”
“Hmm, this appears to be something fashioned after Viju.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“There was once a humanoid chimera that appeared in Fasayen wearing this. It seems this core served as the mechanism to make it move like a person.”
At the time, Diagon destroyed it, so I only heard about it secondhand. That’s why we couldn’t even research it.
Yet here it is, suddenly discovered in the Capital.
This was not something to overlook lightly.
“Be cautious of an organization called Myosotis. It came from within that organization’s emblem.”
“Shouldn’t an investigation be conducted?”
The Foreign Minister, who had been downing strong spirits, furrowed his brow as he asked.
Galiazard let out a shallow sigh in response.
“Well, that’s the Imperial Family’s responsibility, not Fasayen’s duty, is it?”
“What a disagreeable old man you are. Why show this to me? Are you telling me to go inform His Majesty the Emperor?”
“If that’s what you wish.”
Galiazard, who had not the slightest intention of taking on such troublesome matters, grinned wickedly and tucked the ring box back into his pocket, concealing it.
“I’ve given you all the warnings I intend to give. If you’re going to let humanoid chimeras crawl about the Capital… well, that’s none of my concern. As long as they stay out of Fasayen.”
“Tsk, tsk. One should age gracefully even in old age. Aging so poorly will only earn you a scolding from your Companion.”
The Foreign Minister clicked his tongue, drained his drink in one gulp, and exhaled sharply.
“The world has grown strange, yet the taste of spirits remains the same. Wars break out between people of the same nation within the same borders…”
“That’s simply the nature of life. Ideologies clash, religions clash. Everyone insists they’re right, puts forward only their own position, and refuses to understand.”
Galiazard murmured slowly, sinking deep into the sofa.
In front of the children, I always maintain composure and tension.
Especially these days.
What good would it do for the Household Master to appear aged in such unstable times?
It would be better to be known as selfish, wicked, and such a disagreeable old man that stabbing me wouldn’t draw a drop of blood.
Yet sitting here among my contemporaries, I had no choice but to be an old man myself.
‘And what is an old man’s pleasure, after all?’
Boasting about grandchildren, nothing more.
In a moment, several of them exchanged glances and began their boasting.
“Say, my grandson won the grand prize at the International Equestrian Competition this time! Not gold, not silver… the grand prize! But, well, at that age, that’s only natural, heh heh.”
As soon as one of them spoke, Galiazard immediately took his turn.
“Hehehehe, that’s wonderful. But did you all see that my granddaughter contracted with the Flame Spirit King this time?”
He stroked his beard with subtle pride, and soon, even without anyone responding, he grew excited and rambled on alone.
“And that’s not all! Starting with the Air Spirit King, she even contracted with the Water Spirit King! Ah, did I mention that the Water Spirit King is our daughter-in-law? Hehehehe!”
The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
In truth, Galiazard had been suppressing and holding back such boasting.
Even when Superti contracted with the Air Spirit King, I had to respond lukewarmly, worried the child might be too startled or become arrogant.
The same went for Diagon.
My own child is precious, and I want to raise them without a grain of sand touching their feet, yet if I’m at a loss about that, they’ll obviously grow up without manners.
However, sitting among those of similar age, Galiazard could not stop his boasting.

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