The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 142

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Chapter 13. The Friendly Match
The worst arena ever chosen by members of the Four Great Ducal Houses was none other than the Swampland.
The greatest arena of all time, they say, was the Fairy Garden.
But today, perhaps the ranking of worst arenas might be updated.
“Aaaahhhhh!! What bastard!! Who came up with this damn arena!!”
About an hour before Mikard’s anguished scream echoed across the grounds.
“Wooooow!”
Members of each household gathered in the Circular Arena, dressed in robes matching their family colors.
The Imperial Family and House Barateum – Revival wore red.
Isshel of Residual Light wore teal.
Laksimon of Dawn wore white.
House Bellarion – Lunar Eclipse wore black.
House Fasayen – Horizon wore blue.
Divided this way, it was easy to tell which household was which.
Of course, the participants themselves also wore outfits matching their household colors and waved to the spectators.
“Father, why are there so many butterflies?”
“Those are Camera Butterflies raised by Laksimon.”
I sat pressed against Father’s side to watch the first match, and since it was my first time, there was so much that fascinated me.
Especially those golden butterflies!
Golden butterflies cradling what looked like violet orbs fluttered about, recording everything around them.
I heard those records would later be kept in the Imperial Palace Records Repository as official documentation.
“There’s a magic circle drawn inside the arena. Mages are positioned outside it.”
“Yes!”
“Those mages create and maintain the arena. It’s the most important role Laksimon handles.”
Mages in white robes moved busily about. And directing them from above was… Rasifer.
My Rasifer.
“It’s about to begin.”
I snapped back to attention with a start, having been mesmerized watching Rasifer.
A list of participants materialized in the air, shimmering.
[Stage 1. Snow Mountain] Participants
Maximilian Barateum
Mikard Fasayen
Vanilla Bellarian
Blake Isshel
Eastern Mage 1
‘Wait, hold on.’
Did I misread that?
I could have sworn the last one didn’t even have a name listed…
“Father, why doesn’t Laksimon’s name appear?”
“I’m not sure. It’s always been that way.”
“….”
The participants took their positions before five differently shaped doors.
One person stood before an enormous door. Another before one so small they’d have to bend at the waist to pass through.
One faced a narrow door. Another a wide one. One a door of iron. Another of wood.
The variety was remarkable.
Among them, Mikard stood before a particularly massive and sturdy iron gate.
“The golden flag will be mine.”
My older brother called out with absolute confidence, then turned to look at me with a grin. I grinned back and waved at him.
“Now then, let the competitors enter!”
The announcer raised an enormous horn and bellowed, his voice echoing across the entire arena.
“The red flag of the first stage is located at the peak of the Snow Mountain—the very summit! Who will claim it? But can they hold onto it until the end? Let’s see! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! ….”
Counting down from ten, and finally reaching one.
Then zero.
Click.
The doors opened.
“…!”
Though Mikard’s location and where I sat were quite far apart, a wave of bitter cold swept all the way to me.
The sudden chill made me shiver violently.
“Wow.”
What unfolded before us was a snow field.
The landscape where my older brother stood appeared so vivid, as if right before our eyes, filling everyone’s vision.
But less than ten minutes in, Mikard came sprinting out and suddenly tumbled forward—what was this?
After binding his ankles with shadow, Vanilla Bellarian leaped off his back and bounded forward.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding!”
“Nyah! You gonna hit me? You gonna hit me?”
“Ugh, this is infuriating…!”
“You can’t hit me, can you? Because I look like your little sister? Doesn’t that just make you furious?”
Vanilla Bellarian stuck out her tongue and bolted toward the mountain peak.
She was moving at a speed barely visible to the eye.
“When she does that, Mikard really can’t do anything about it.”
Father broke his silence with a single remark.
I had to agree—Vanilla Bellarian was truly just a child. And Mikard would never attack a child.
So he must have decided from the start to claim the golden flag instead.
“Ah, competitor Mikard, what a shame! Competitor Vanilla is dashing toward the summit! Now the Camera Butterflies are showing us competitor Blake’s match!”
My palms were already growing damp, and the match had barely begun.
The scene shifted with the announcer’s cry.
Blake was… Blake was, what was that?
“Father, those are horned bears! No, a whole pack of them!”
“Monsters, it seems. Unlucky enough to have fallen into a monster’s nest. Though whether it was truly ‘unlucky’….”
What should I do, Mongdol!
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, explains.]
[Do you see that black hole behind the monster?]
Yes, Mother.
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, imparts her wisdom.]
[That is a rift in the world. We call it a dungeon. Monsters emerge from there. You must slay the boss monster for the dungeon to disappear.]
What if Mongdol gets hurt?
Couldn’t Mikard help a little?
I was worried, but Mongdol—or rather, Blake—kicked off the snowy field and launched himself upward.
The next instant, I couldn’t even see what happened before Father covered my eyes.
All I could hear was the sound of something tearing.
“Tsk, how messy.”
“Don’t I get to see?”
“No. You shouldn’t be watching such things.”
Father was resolute.
“That’s right, Shu. Such things are not for you to witness.”
It was then.

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