The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 146

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【146】
He hadn’t been explicitly proven guilty, and given his youth, he wasn’t confined to a proper prison.
Yet he was locked in a room that was nearly equivalent to one.
Iron bars covered the window, and knights stood perpetually guard outside the iron door.
“My nephew does lose his senses when the moon rises, but… I find it hard to believe.”
“However, the corpse had this in its hand. Isn’t this the golden petal that Blake received before everyone’s eyes yesterday?”
“Good heavens! What on earth have you done, Blake!”
“He must have dropped it from his clothes while committing the crime.”
Blake stood with his back against the closed door, listening quietly to the absurd performance.
Barely breathing.
His posture rigid as stone.
Dragged away before he’d even fully awakened, he wasn’t given a moment to protest.
Likely, no such opportunity would come in the future either.
His uncle would paint him as a madman who’d lost his mind after losing his parents.
‘Treat him as insane, confine him to the Imperial Palace, strip him of any influence over Isshel. Perhaps… he’ll be stripped of his succession rights right here and now.’
Ultimately, that was the real reason his uncle had entered this Friendly Competition and what he truly desired.
‘…I’m exhausted.’
A hard bed and a simple wooden table. Ceiling, walls, and floor inscribed with incantations to ward off shadow intrusion.
As Blake surveyed the cramped, sparse space, he began doing push-ups to shake off sleep.
When the mind was troubled and there was nothing else to do, moving the body was always best.
It was a teaching from his parents, who had been proud knights.
‘If I disappear like this, would you still come looking for me?’
Blake, who had been exercising while balancing on a single finger, paused.
The image of the Pink-haired Woman surfaced—just seeing her made his chest tickle.
Given that she was older, he should properly call her “older sister,” but somehow uttering those words wounded his pride.
He simply wanted to call her by her name.
‘The truth is, I know. This isn’t the time for such thoughts.’
He needed to escape, but no path was visible. Frustrated, he could only think of other things.
Since arriving here, one thing had become abundantly clear.
Everyone had a mother, a father, family, or a powerful organization or household backing them.
But he had truly no one.
The knights who had served his parents lost their lives alongside them. Many didn’t even return as corpses.
Those few who survived were slandered and gradually abandoned the household one by one.
In the end, Isshel had no one on his side anymore.
‘The Emperor will side with my uncle too. There’s definitely some contract or deal behind the scenes.’
Should he simply give up then?
He’d thought that in the Capital, he might find someone willing to help him, but perhaps that was too grand a hope.
‘Still, I’m frustrated about losing the petal. I hid it so carefully, worried it might be taken, but how did they find it?’
Well, if someone wanted to search, what couldn’t they find?
His uncle was the type who wouldn’t leave him a single possession.
Blake lowered his head and only then realized he hadn’t eaten anything since late afternoon.
Waaaaaa!
The roar from the Friendly Competition Arena echoed from far away.
Without a clock, I couldn’t tell the exact time, but it was probably not yet three or four o’clock.
They hadn’t even given him water until now, so his throat was parched and hunger gnawed at him.
Asking for anything would only invite ridicule, so Blake decided to remain still. Just as he was. Still. Still. If he just stayed still like this….
“…?”
That was when it happened.
Something pink pierced through the wooden floor with a soft pop and rose up.
“…Jellyfish?”
And it wasn’t just one.
A swarm of delicate jellyfish—creatures utterly incongruous with this situation, making a soft popping sound as they appeared here and there—materialized all around him.
And they carried delicious food.
To a child whose belly was practically touching his spine from hunger, it was nothing short of a miraculous salvation.
* * *
While Blake Isshel was imprisoned, at the Friendly Competition Arena.
A massive tidal wave had risen there.
“Gasp!”
A tidal wave, that is. Not mere waves, but a tidal wave.
I stared with my mouth agape at Elzen racing across its surface.
The other competitors were pitifully drenched, barely clinging to their waterlogged rafts, while only Elzen was joyfully soaring through the air.
“Wow….”
Friendly Competition Stage 2. The sea was treacherous from the start.
Across the vast ocean, rafts and small boats lay scattered chaotically, and competitors had to endure the relentless waves crashing down while searching for flags.
Of course, Fasayen rode the waves. They didn’t resist them.
Since they could breathe underwater, they had an overwhelming advantage.
“Rasifer, is it really okay to have a stage this favorable to one family?”
When I asked out of curiosity, Rasifer, who was predictably beside me, tilted his head.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“But… isn’t there a fairness issue?”
“If you don’t like it, then build the arena yourself…or rather, if you’re that unhappy about it, you simply shouldn’t have outsourced the request in the first place.”
“….”
Hmm, now that he mentions it, that makes sense, doesn’t it?
After all, places like Snow Mountain are terribly disadvantageous for Fasayen. It doesn’t snow in Fasayen.
I glanced up at the participant list shimmering in the void.
[Stage 2. Sea] Participants
Gawain Dien
Elzen Fasayen
Mint Belarion
Ibis Rundle
Eastern Mage 1
Gawain Dien was the Imperial Family’s designated representative and one of the palace knights.
The First Prince couldn’t participate since he wasn’t an Awakener, and Maximilian couldn’t compete in every event.
Ibis Rundle was a branch member of the Isshel Family, and from what the adults said, he appeared to be Blake’s distant relative.
‘But why isn’t Blake here?’
11 AM.
I came to watch the Friendly Competition with my family.
The matches that started then had stretched on until 3 PM.
They were lasting considerably longer than yesterday.
“Ah!”
Just then, Elzen snatched the crimson flag hanging from the top of a massive ship.
Unfortunately, no one could stop him, and even that vaunted shadow technique proved useless on the water.
Magic or spirit power might have helped, but the mage was too busy retching while clinging to a raft alongside Mint Belarion.
“Shu, could you turn your head this way just a bit?”
“Hm? Like this…?”
“Perfect. Your nose shows beautifully.”
While the affiliated mage was suffering terribly, Rasifer was diligently sketching my face.
I gladly became his model, and Father was less hostile than yesterday.
‘Perhaps it’s because Rasifer promised to give Father the finished sketch.’
Ten minutes later.
A whirlpool churned in the water, and just like yesterday, a three-headed dragon emerged.
Rrrrrrraaaaaagh!
The moment the dragon opened its maw and roared, gasps erupted from the spectator stands.
“Those vicious Laksimon bastards!”
“Did you see that gold flag stuck on the dragon’s tongue just now?”
“To retrieve that?! The difficulty is absurdly high!”
Honestly, it does seem difficult.
But at the same time, it looks fun. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks so.
“As if it’s easy to create and maintain multiple different monsters simultaneously….”
Rasifer, who had been sketching my eyes, quietly ground his teeth. Then he soon smiled gently and showed me the drawing.
“Ta-da, what do you think?”
“Wow. Rasifer, you’re really good at drawing too!”
“How embarrassing. It was my dream, after all. To paint my Companion for a lifetime. So I could capture your youth to old age with my own hands.”
And to possess you that way.
Rasifer added quietly.
At that, Father snatched the sketchbook away.
“You’re still just a child. You’re at least ten thousand years too early. Grow bigger first.”
“I believe I’ve grown quite enough by now.”
“You’re still short. Drink more milk.”
“That was a childish remark, Father.”

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