The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 139

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【139】
“Hmm, that was certainly impressive. Not a single person in attendance failed to be astounded.”
“There was no denying that being was the Flame Spirit King.”
“It was remarkable. A contractor of a Spirit King? Once this friendly match concludes, word will surely spread beyond the borders. How do you intend to manage that?”
Galiazard closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the words that reached his ears.
“Manage? What’s there to manage? The child is that strong. For whatever reason the Spirit Kings have, they certainly don’t neglect my granddaughter.”
Superti would be fine.
Perhaps—no, surely—that girl would play a significant role in navigating the great darkness that loomed ahead.
It would certainly be difficult, but Galiazard understood.
When the world bestows a great destiny upon someone, it also sends those who will help bear it.
‘If only this old body could be of some assistance when that time comes.’
Who knows? Perhaps helping my granddaughter will be this body’s final purpose.
In any case, that day was not today.
“There are countless worries, but it’s fortunate that even if there isn’t a strong Awakener, there is a strong Spirit Master in this nation.”
The Prime Minister, who had been sitting quietly and only consuming appetizers, finally opened his mouth weakly.
He was still chewing on a piece of dried squid.
“Whatever that decision was, we’ll need to investigate… and once we investigate, some faction will emerge… and they’ll spout nonsense about overturning the world….”
This was what growing old meant.
Having witnessed so many affairs, nothing seemed particularly grave anymore.
If a problem seemed likely to arise, one could simply find fault and nip it in the bud entirely.
The issue was not discovering it; once discovered, there was rarely a real problem.
“We’ll need to investigate within the week.”
“Within a month, we’ll cleanly sweep away whether it’s Myosotis or whatever else. Through a tax audit.”
The Foreign Minister and Prime Minister shared the squid, muttering cozily between themselves.
Soon after, they both sighed together, though in truth, their real concern lay elsewhere.
Mysterious organizations arise and disappear in every generation.
But the Emperor.
The imperial throne was a different matter entirely.
“Leaving the Crown Prince in such a state for a year or two now… tsk.”
“It seems time to provide separate education. He’ll make friends at this friendly match, and seeing Awakeners his own age will surely grant him insights.”
The Empress, Ipert, certainly wielded considerable influence.
But that alone did not justify the Crown Prince being so neglected.
The reason the ministers themselves had withdrawn their hands was singular.
To identify who among them were sycophants.
When all threads were severed, who would remain at the Crown Prince’s side?
When truly no one remained, who would aid the Crown Prince?
And in such a state, what resolve would the Crown Prince reach?
Was he truly fit to be Emperor?
Thus, the Emperor and his ministers were essentially testing the Crown Prince over the course of years.
Deliberately leaving the New Empress and the First Prince as adversaries.
“If the Crown Prince fails to demonstrate his aptitude, then His Majesty the Emperor is still young enough to father another heir.”
The Prime Minister swallowed the squid tentacle he’d been chewing and delivered his conclusion with cold finality.
It was somewhat harsh, but there was no helping it.
This wasn’t the throne of some minor kingdom—one couldn’t simply place a crown upon someone unqualified.
“Enough of your worries. Let’s look at the picture our granddaughter drew for us instead.”
“Ah, there he goes again! His bragging never ends!”
Galiazard chuckled softly and withdrew a sheet of paper from his breast.
It bore a crudely drawn face in crayon—one that resembled Galiazard in some ways, yet didn’t in others.
To be honest, the girl showed no particular talent for drawing.
But Galiazard’s shoulders were already trembling with pride.
“Three years ago, on my birthday, my granddaughter brought me such an adorable gift. I haven’t let it leave my breast since that day.”
“…So you seize every opportunity to unfold it and show it off?”
“Hehehehe! Did it sound that way?”
Galiazard laughed heartily and thrust the picture before everyone’s eyes. Then he tapped the characters written below and cleared his throat with a satisfied cough.
“I love you, Grandfather. Stay healthy…?”
“That’s right. She wrote it in ancient script, you see. My granddaughter is learning ancient languages. She has talent for it.”
“Well, I must say… what fortune to have such blessings in one’s twilight years….”
The Foreign Minister regarded Galiazard with eyes full of envy. The Prime Minister, too, picked up another squid tentacle and cast a sidelong glance.
To the Foreign Minister, a granddaughter was a dream beyond reach.
His own son hadn’t even married yet, so a granddaughter was out of the question.
The Prime Minister had only grandsons in abundance.
In any case, it was only natural to envy a granddaughter so affectionate and charming.
“Sigh… the night grows late.”
“What was the venue for tomorrow’s first match again?”
“Snow Mountain.”
The friendly competition would be held across five stages, five matches in total.
Since each stage had different climates and environments, selecting the right competitors for each stage was a crucial element of strategy.
The first to compete from Fasayen would be Mikard.
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The night of the eve festival deepened.
At the center of the Banquet Hall, a massive ball of flame burned in the form of a phoenix, and beneath it lay a great stone tablet.
The rules of the friendly competition were inscribed upon the tablet—a consideration so that even children attending for the first time could understand.
Article 1. The competition shall consist of five stages in total.
Section 1. The said stage refers to an arena within a magically constructed Colosseum.
Section 2. The said arena shall be constructed and overseen by the Laximen Family.
Article 2. Acquisition of a red flag shall be rewarded with one star.
Section 1. The red flag shall be recognized as belonging to the person who possesses it at the end of the stage, not the first to obtain it.
Article 3. Acquisition of a golden flag shall be rewarded with three stars.
Article 4. Acquisition of a hidden golden flag shall automatically conclude the stage.
Article 5. Only Awakeners from the Imperial Family and the Four Great Ducal Houses may participate in the friendly competition.
Article 1: Participants must be 19 years of age or younger.
Article 2: The Imperial Family and each Household shall primarily field direct descendants, though Branch Family members may be sent if there are special circumstances.
Article 3: Following Article 5, Section 1, if no Branch Family members are available, a representative may be selected from within the Household.
Article 4: Each participant may compete in a maximum of two events.
Article 6: Upon completion of all five stages, the Household that has accumulated the most stars shall be declared the victor of that year.
Article 1: Separate from Article 6, each stage shall have its own victor.
Article 2: Following Article 6, Section 1, the victor of each stage shall be the one who discovers the golden flag.
Article 3: Following Article 6, Section 1, the victor of each stage shall be awarded a golden flower.
Truth be told, I’d asked about the competition rules hundreds of times before arriving, but seeing it in person gave me an entirely new sense of wonder.
‘Now today—at least for today—I should be able to meet Mongdol.’
Blake Isshel.
Honestly, I’m not even sure why that name suddenly came to mind.
While I was sniffling and writing a letter to Rasifer, something suddenly sparked in my mind, and everything connected like a spider’s web.
Everything I’d learned about the Four Great Ducal Houses over the years, the things Maximilian had said about the Isshel Family, and so on.
When all of that overlapped and I realized Mongdol was a person, I became certain—it had to be Blake Isshel.
“Last time when I got trapped in that mine, it was so exhausting. I really hope there’s no mine this time.”
“Right? But then you could suddenly get thrown into a volcanic crater instead.”
“Oh no, please. That’s basically a death sentence.”
I waited while listening to the conversations drifting around me with great interest.
Blake Isshel.
Or perhaps Rasifer Laximon.
“But tomorrow’s the Snow Mountain, right? Do you think a yeti will appear?”
“Probably? Usually monsters related to the terrain show up.”
What’s a yeti?
[The Air Spirit King, Shapasi, explains.]
[A yeti is a monster that inhabits snow-covered mountains. It has a massive body covered in white fur, and attacks with tusks, horns, and claws.]
Ah, I see!
To find the flag, one must either defeat or avoid the monsters on the stage.
Usually, there are so many that you have no choice but to defeat them.
‘I’m competing in Stage 4.’
I still don’t know what kind of field will unfold.
That information is announced only the day before.
And then it happened.
“Huh? A petal?”

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