The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 14

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[The Unknown Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ murmurs ‘Daffodil Room’.]
Daffodil Room?
I glanced around, but there were no daffodils in any of the vases.
‘What could it be?’
I pondered deeply while spinning in circles around the spacious room, then suddenly stopped and looked up at something—there it was…!
“…!”
A door with daffodils carved in relief!
It was beside the large bed, so I hadn’t noticed it at first, but once I made a full circle, there it was.
“Ugh.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I grasped the doorknob and pulled with all my might.
Creak, creeeeak.
Unlike the well-maintained bedroom, this door felt like it hadn’t been opened in ages.
It was difficult to open, but… I managed it!
“Oof.”
I tumbled halfway inside, my eyes widening in the darkness.
Unlike outside, the air here was thick with the musty smell of dust.
It seemed no one had cleaned it!
“Achoo!”
After sneezing, I rubbed my nose and looked ahead.
The empty room contained just one thing.
A picture frame covered in thick cloth.
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ gently pats your back.]
[It’s alright. Go ahead.]
One step, two steps.
My heart was pounding for some reason.
As if someone were guiding my hand, the cloth slipped away.
“…”
There was the Admiral in a younger form. A much younger Elzen was there too.
I hadn’t met him yet, but the tall boy was probably Mikard, wasn’t he?
‘And my sister. I don’t know her name, but…’
In the arms of a noblewoman with the pet name ‘Awl’ was a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Her eyes were closed in sleep, so I couldn’t tell their color, but her hair was a pale pink.
Just like mine.
‘The noblewoman? The Admiral’s wife…? Lady Awl? I’m not sure what to call her, but she has pink hair too!’
Her gently rounded eyes were truly beautiful.
Her water-blue eyes held both laughter and tears, mysterious and profound, while her nose and chin were soft and round.
Rather than lean, she appeared slightly plump, her cheeks looking wonderfully soft.
Just like me!
‘But wait…’
I stumbled backward with a gasp, my eyes fixed on the portrait.
Beep— beep— beep—
A sharp, sudden alert pierced my ears.
I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
‘Why does this feel so strange…?’
A face with jet-black hair and obsidian eyes overlapped with the one in the portrait.
It couldn’t possibly be the same person, and I didn’t even know them, yet why did they feel so hauntingly familiar?
Why couldn’t I breathe?
“Ha… haah…”
Clutching my chest, I staggered backward.
Thud!
I collapsed, and the world spun so violently I couldn’t help it.
‘My head, my head hurts.’
It hurts!
Countless scenes flashed before my eyes.
People dressed in pristine white gowns.
Hurried footsteps.
Someone’s chest rising and falling in desperate urgency.
Beep— beep— beep—
That dreadful, unbearable sound.
It seized my ankle and dragged me somewhere unknown.
Why did that angular Gray Building terrify me so? The moment the rectangular building with its grid of square windows came to mind, I trembled violently.
“Ah, ah… aaaah!”
“Crab!”
“Ah—!!”
A stunningly beautiful person lay on the bed.
Seeing them struggle to smile despite their utter weakness, I performed for them.
I danced, clasped my hands together and sang.
And I prayed, so much, so very much.
Please don’t take them to that distant star.
Please, I beg you, don’t take them away.
“Don’t… don’t go, Mother…”
Drop.
With those words escaping like a sigh, I collapsed into those strong arms.
A single tear traced down my cheek.
* * *
‘Remember this song, my beloved daughter.’
A tender hand caressed me.
Half-asleep, I struggled to lift my drowsy eyelids.
I didn’t want to miss the voice of [ ].
‘At the end of the Corridor where the breeze drifts gently. A hundred steps along the Path where the moon and stars shine. Beneath the willow’s shadow, a Pond where Daffodils bloom. A small box lies hidden at its bottom. A gift to offer to sorrow.’
I didn’t quite understand what it meant.
Daffodils, Pond, box.
Remembering only scattered words, I burrowed into [ ]’s embrace and rubbed my cheeks against them desperately.
‘Black hair and black eyes were never our true form. Even if you become alone, do not forget, my daughter.’
No, I don’t want to be alone.
I won’t remember.
I’ll forget.
I’ll wipe it all away completely.
So please tell me again.
“Mother….”
A pause.
Diagon, who had been stroking the back of the tiny creature no larger than a baby turtle, froze at the soft whisper that brushed past his ear.
There was no way he’d misheard.
The Child was searching for her Mother.
‘Tsk, how long has she been here and this is already her second fainting spell?’
A small child was reflected in his crimson eyes.
An adopted daughter he hadn’t wanted at first, accepted out of necessity.
He’d even tried to refuse by suggesting she be sent to First Sister, who had no children, but it fell on deaf ears.
First Sister had declared she would not raise any children.
Cecilia, his second sister whom he didn’t even want to acknowledge by that title, was greedy and already had three children—two biological and one adopted.
His third sibling, his older brother, was raising twin boys, and that alone kept him so occupied he couldn’t even broach the subject.
Through one circumstance and another, he’d ended up with this parent-child relationship.
Still, he harbored no aversion to adoption itself, so he’d resolved to raise her somehow.
But this girl required considerable attention.
She even possessed the absurd power of the Spirit King’s protection.
“Mikard and Elzen required considerable attention too… but you’re different in another way. Like something left by the water’s edge.”
I admit it.
Seeing Superti always reminded me painfully of the daughter I’d lost.
That’s why I kept some distance except for the times I absolutely had to meet her.
‘I wonder why I felt so rushed today….’
But today was strange.
When he returned after finishing his training, the Maid came to him and reported hesitantly.
It was a report that Superti had gone to the Daffodil Room.
Until then, he’d thought it was just typical childhood curiosity and said he understood, but his head throbbed the entire time he showered.
It felt like someone was continuously calling to him.
Eventually, when the water droplets falling down his spine began to sting, he rushed out still half-soaked.
‘And when I got there, this girl was having a fit.’
What pain could be layered so deeply within such a small body? Honestly.
“If something hurts, spit it out. Girl.”
I would accept it all.
Wasn’t that what a father did?
Even if we weren’t bound by blood, now that we were family, Diagon bore a responsibility toward her.
Of course, he had no intention of turning away from that duty.
“You’re awake. Are you alright?”
Superti’s breathing had changed.
Detecting this subtle shift with keen awareness, Diagon gently stroked the child’s hair.
As he repeated the gesture, the grip on his trouser leg—which had been clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white—gradually loosened.
‘She really is like a crab, isn’t she.’
He’d examined her when she collapsed, but the doctor found nothing physically wrong with Superti.
Both before and now, the physician’s assessment was that psychological distress served as the trigger.
Without knowing where the child had come from, there was no way to identify the root cause—and that gnawed at him.
‘At least this time, I’ve learned something.’
Superti yearned for her biological mother.
Perhaps she retained some unconscious memory of her.
“I remember….”
“What do you remember?”
“I have to go. To the pond….”
Superti mumbled drowsily, rubbing her plump cheeks.
Still half-asleep and looking rather endearing, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“I have to go.”
Superti whispered with clearer enunciation this time, her small body rising unsteadily.
“Crab?”
Though he called out softly, she seemed not to hear—her eyes were vacant and unfocused.
Breaking away from him, the child staggered toward the door and rushed out with hurried steps.
As if she had never collapsed at all.
Then, standing upright, she turned to gaze at him expectantly, as if beckoning him to follow.
‘It’s not as though a stray cat were calling out for help.’

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