The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 145

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【145】
That was the truth.
Blake Isshel.
Superti Fasayen.
The thread of childhood connection between these two ended precisely here.
At the first stage of the friendly match.
The Spirit Kings knew this fact.
They simply hadn’t spoken of it.
Besides, bonds between people were something they created and built together.
Within their predetermined fate, it was humans themselves who determined the depth of their connections.
In other words, the Spirit Kings had not anticipated that Superti would develop such deep affection for Blake Isshel.
She was soon to meet Viju’s Companion.
And typically, once one met their Companion, they would pay little attention to those around them.
“To think she’d maintain such affection for Blake Isshel even after meeting her Companion…”
Around Aurora, who whispered softly, junior water spirits fluttered upward.
A wind blew down upon Aurora, who had been tapping them gently.
The being who scattered the junior spirits away was Shapasi, a bird-human suspended upside down in the void.
“Blake Isshel carries quite a significant fate. There’s nothing good about being entangled with Superti. At this point, they should be separated.”
“That’s not wrong, but the child wants to help.”
It was Flammeus, who possessed much tenderness, who took Superti’s side.
If Shapasi leaned more toward rationality, Flammeus possessed greater emotional depth, so their reactions differed accordingly.
“It would be nice if the Fate Spirit King entered this room. Surely Fate knows some way. After all, it was Fate who entangled them from the beginning.”
The Luck Spirit King, crouched within the flower field, buried her face in her knees and whispered.
Her long braided hair was pink on one side and black on the other.
Her skin was very pale and her frame was slender, with thin cloth wrapped in layers serving as her garment.
The Luck Spirit King seemed as though she had just been born from a flower.
“According to causality, Blake Isshel must soon embark on a long journey.”
“Right. He must face the trials given to him.”
“In that process, Superti’s childhood connection with him should naturally be severed as intended.”
“That’s something Superti won’t wish for. She’ll surely cry much.”
The Spirit Kings of Air, Emotion, Earth, and Water spoke in turn.
In truth, being a Spirit King did not mean knowing the entire future.
That was the domain of the Fate Spirit King and causality.
However, as Spirit Kings, they could perceive to some degree, and in their sight, the childhood bond between Blake Isshel and Superti Fasayen ended precisely at this moment.
To meet again would require much time.
So perhaps at least ten more years would need to pass.
Of course, even if they were to reunite, the bond might not be as strong as it was now.
Moreover, by then, Blake Isshel might also have found his Companion.
If they became too busy knowing and learning their Companions’ love, a friend briefly met in childhood might become merely a fleeting connection.
If it came to that, everything would flow according to the will of causality.
Causality is extremely cautious about entangling those who bear great destinies together.
Though in truth, it’s simply because they’re difficult for the Spirit Kings to manage.
“Sigh.”
The Luck Spirit King blinked her eyes and released a pitiful breath.
Her two eyes were heterochromatic, so her irises differed in color.
Fortune was pink, misfortune was black.
The color of the spirits hovering around her changed depending on her mood, and now, feeling slightly melancholic, spirits of misfortune were gathering.
“To be honest, I’m more inclined toward Blake than Rasifer…”
“But your designated Companion is Rasifer.”
Aurora extended a stream of water to gently tickle the Luck Spirit King’s cheek.
“Mmm.”
Soon after, one of the Spirit Kings whose heads had been pressed together—Flammeus—winked with one eye.
“If we set substantial conditions and are careful not to be discovered by Causality… we might be able to give them time for a proper farewell.”
“Even if we’re careful, we’ll eventually be discovered, but if the conditions are severe, it will be taken into consideration one way or another.”
Aurora, receiving Flammeus’s words, laughed meaningfully.
“But you mustn’t forget this: if we help them that way, the bond between the two will ultimately deepen.”
Finally, Shapasi issued a warning.
Whether to let the connection naturally sever, or to guide it toward deepening.
The Spirit Kings had to choose between these paths.
The path for their young, innocent contractor.
“But if it’s Superti, she would surely do it.”
“I want to help my friend, she’d say.”
“That’s right. Superti would grieve more over being unable to help when she could.”
“She’d say she’d bear the weight of karma that comes later.”
“Let’s find a way we can help her more when that time comes. After all, our contractor comes first for us.”
Thus they gazed upon the sleeping girl and laid out their schemes to help her however they could.
Still, no one knew of this.
But the Spirit Kings had forgotten one existence.
One who did not blend with the other Spirit Kings.
Alone beneath heaven and above earth.
A solitary wolf who believed only itself held worth in this world.
The great and magnificent black flame dragon.
‘It is I!’
The Chaos Spirit King, whose presence was so faint that everyone had forgotten him, slowly rose from the corner.
A deep smile played at the corners of his mouth.
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Back to the Human World.
The Imperial Palace, now dimmed with dusk.
Though it had been bustling with banquets day after day, even those lights had been extinguished early today.
It was because the members of the Four Great Ducal Houses had not appeared at the banquet, needing to prepare for the consecutive matches tomorrow.
Since neither the Imperial Family nor the Four Great Ducal Houses attended, the banquet naturally concluded around midnight.
The Imperial Palace, which had grown quiet, became bustling once more at 4 AM, just before dawn broke.
It was the hour when the junior Maids responsible for laundry rose and gathered at the Laundry Area located at the entrance of the Backyard.
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
In a place that should have been monotonously peaceful, a scream tore through the void.
“A, a, a corpse!!”
In the Well.
The Maid who discovered the body—eyes rolled back white in death—shrieked. Soldiers on patrol came rushing over.
“What is—gasp!”
“A corpse has been found!”
“It looks like it’s been devoured by beasts!”
A corpse was discovered in the Well that everyone used communally.
The dead was a Young Man, and the state of the body was so gruesome that no one could bear to look at it easily.
“Wait. There’s something clutched in his hand?”
“Pull it up at once!”
The decomposition of the corpse was not severe.
In other words, he had died last night.
But was it murder?
At a time when all the nation’s most powerful Awakeners had gathered, who could possibly have committed such a crime?
Or had he simply mistepped and fallen into the Well of his own accord?
‘That makes no sense.’
All who saw the corpse retched and harbored the same thought.
This was… this was.
A monster.
And if it was a monster, there was only one possibility.
“It’s the work of Isthel.”
Someone stated it definitively.
“It must be. I’ve heard about it from a relative who went to the Battlefield…”
“Y, yes! When Isthel’s direct bloodline undergoes beastification, they tear out hearts like this, or so I was told.”
Though it was a thought none dared voice aloud, once a few spoke it, the opinion quickly became consensus.
One or two unimportant people dying within the Imperial Palace was lighter than a broken teacup, but the method was far too gruesome.
The soldiers, their brows furrowed, readily stepped aside when the Emperor’s Knights arrived.
“There is this object clutched in his hand, sir.”
“The perpetrator’s, then.”
Forcing open the bloated, mangled hand, they discovered what was clutched within: a golden object.
From the right angle or the left…
It was a fragment of the golden rose awarded to the victor of the friendly match’s stage.
“…We must report this to the Emperor.”
The murmuring knights exhaled in unison.
Naturally, the knights too had witnessed yesterday’s match.
Whether they witnessed it firsthand from the Stadium while guarding the Imperial Family, or watched from afar on the broadcast screens, no one was ignorant of the fact that it was Blake Isshel who held the golden flag.
And to be honest, I wasn’t unaware that this was a messy internal power struggle within that household.
But what truly mattered wasn’t who the real culprit was.
It was whose side the Emperor would take. In other words, ‘who would be made the culprit’.
In any case, since the incident occurred within the Imperial Palace grounds, the decision of who would be designated as the culprit rested entirely with the Emperor.
The Knights’ only duty was to report the corpse and the evidence.
Approximately two hours later.
“Release me! What is the meaning of this!”
“Please cooperate.”
As if everything had been prepared beforehand, Blake Isshel was taken into custody.
‘He must have intended this from the very beginning.’

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