The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 15

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Diagon decided to follow Superti for now.
If it was sleepwalking, he would need to confirm where she wandered and then summon a renowned psychiatrist.
“….”
Patter patter.
Soft footsteps.
Pitter patter.
Soft footsteps.
Matching the Child’s pace, Diagon walked slowly, very slowly.
‘There’s no way that girl knows the entire layout of this mansion.’
He had already received reports on everywhere Superti had visited.
The Dining Hall, the Library, the Heir Education Hall, the Kitchen, and the Garden.
The Child had fluttered through those five places, utterly captivating everyone.
‘It’s strange that I’ve never heard of her setting foot in the Private Garden.’
The Fasayen Mansion was vast enough to rival the Imperial Palace.
Household Master, Sub-Household Master, Admiral, Resonant.
With these four ranks, one could enjoy a private garden, and naturally, entry was strictly forbidden without the owner’s permission.
The place Superti was heading toward was my own Private Garden.
‘Is she really going there?’
It was puzzling, but Superti’s steps held no hesitation.
It was I who faltered before her confident stride.
‘How long has it been since I set foot in my Private Garden?’
I searched my memory for a moment.
Probably about six years.
During the first year after losing my Companion, I had practically lived in the Private Garden.
The very fact of living alone in a house without her was so agonizing that I couldn’t lie in bed.
Clawing at my suffocating chest, whenever I managed to move my feet, I would inevitably end up by the pond in the Private Garden.
The daffodils she had carefully tended.
The willow tree where she had leaned briefly to rest and enjoy the shade.
The only place where I could sleep, even for a moment.
But the following year, I immediately forbade entry to the Private Garden.
Otherwise, my memories of her might evaporate and disappear. Gripped by such fear.
My sons did not oppose my decision either.
They would visit the Daffodil Room where she had liked to spend time, leave a bouquet of flowers, and console their sorrow by tidying the space.
Thus, Mikard, Elzen, and I all ceased to visit the Private Garden.
“Superti.”
I called out softly from the end of the path, but Superti pressed forward without hesitation.
Parting the thick branches blocking the entrance, her small form vanished completely.
Pressing my forehead, I eventually followed.
After all, there was a pond in the Private Garden.
I couldn’t possibly abandon Superti to the waterside like some discarded child.
‘It’s been a long time.’
The scent of daffodils drifts through the gentle breeze.
Her fragrance was etched deeply into his memory.
The flowers, bearing white petals with yellow centers, possessed an inherent nobility. Those varieties with deeper golden stars nestled within pale yellow petals were equally endearing.
I had never indulged in such sentiments about flowers, yet she had transformed me in this way.
A Companion is precisely such an existence.
The world before meeting her was nothing but illusion.
After meeting her, loving her, being loved in return, and becoming influenced by her thoughts—
Only that world was real to Diagon.
“Here.”
Lost in regret for a moment, a bright voice called out to him.
“Here it is.”
The child plopped down at the water’s edge, leaning forward as if about to tumble into the pond.
Diagon quickly grabbed Superti by the scruff and pulled her up.
“That’s dangerous.”
“But there’s a treasure here.”
“What treasure?”
“A treasure….”
Does she even understand what she’s saying right now?
Diagon squinted, then opened his eyes. He remembered the child mimicking his expressions.
‘I can’t teach her anything bad.’
The small body nestled in his arms was warm.
I could hear her heartbeat so clearly, thump after thump.
Superti, who had naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and settled against him, murmured once more in a half-dreaming voice.
“Really though…. There’s a treasure here. Sing me a song.”
“What song?”
“The moonlit path, starlit path, birch trees in the picture. In the pond with pretty flowers, at the bottom there’s a treasure….”
I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it was clear she was insisting there was something in that pond.
‘That can’t be… or could it?’
Though it made no sense, Diagon hesitated for a moment.
Because she—his Companion—
was quite the prankster.
She enjoyed treasure hunts on every anniversary, and he would pretend to search earnestly for what she had hidden.
Though I found it far too easily, I feigned ignorance for about an hour.
Then she would genuinely believe I couldn’t find it and be quite delighted.
“But even if something is hidden, how would you know?”
My throat tightens.
My chest heaves violently, and Diagon had to draw in a sharp breath.
No, that’s not it.
I need to think rationally about this.
This child simply had a dream.
There’s no way she could have hidden something at the bottom of the pond she frequented.
It doesn’t make sense, does it?
Superti’s origins are unknown—
Unknown, so perhaps.
Perhaps she could be his daughter.
“A song… I want to hear it… please sing it for me…”
“Who? Who sang that song for you?”
“Who…?”
I pressed the question urgently, but all I received in return was a vacant expression.
Diagon clenched his teeth, disgusted with himself.
‘I’m going to such lengths to find proof that this child is truly my daughter.’
This wouldn’t do.
Hadn’t my father warned me about this?
‘Don’t harbor expectations on your own whims and then wound the child with your disappointment.’
I hadn’t forgotten the warning my father gave when I accepted Superti as my daughter.
From the start, Superti and this child’s ages don’t match.
Even if she had somehow survived, she should be at least nine years old by now.
“A song… I need it. And you have to give it to me.”
“Why are you being so stubborn about this?”
“Huh? But I need it…”
“Fine. I understand. Calm down. I’ll retrieve it.”
Whether there was anything there or not, I ultimately surrendered.
For one who carried Fasayen blood, entering the water was as easy as walking.
I could dive in the middle of the sea—a pond was nothing.
“You must stay still.”
After settling Superti on a rock, I removed my shirt, worried the cool spring night air might be too cold for her, and draped it around her shoulders.
Then I slowly walked into the pond.
The pond was quite deep, deep enough to submerge my entire body.
As the cold water brushed against my skin refreshingly, the absurdity of this situation struck me as somewhat amusing.
What on earth was I doing in the middle of the night?
Still, since I was already in, I eventually submerged my head beneath the pond’s surface.
‘Even if there is something, there’s no way it could be something she left behind.’
The pond bottom was cluttered with various plants and moss.
At first, I thought there was nothing, but then, a few seconds later.
My eyes widened.
A corner jutting out slightly from the pond bottom came into view.
As I pulled it out with trembling hands, mud tumbled away.
‘This is… could it be…’
The silver box’s surface was corroded and discolored, yet its magical lock remained firmly secured.
This enchanted lock had surely protected whatever lay within the box.
“How did you know? How did you know this was hidden here?”
In the darkness of night.
As Diagon, who had emerged onto the shore, asked urgently, Superti broke into a radiant smile.
In that same moment, the clouds parted, and moonlight cascaded across the child’s bright face.
“I’m so glad! This is a gift for sadness. Admiral, with this, you won’t be sad anymore, right?”
Since meeting Superti, there had been many moments when words failed me, but this was undoubtedly the most severe.
Unable to speak, I caressed the box again and again.
Engraved into the bottom of the box were words.
From Aurora, with love, to Diagon.
My one and only breath.
The person I would resurrect even if it meant tearing out my own heart.
Eternity and uniqueness.
Uniqueness and eternity.
Aurora Fasayen.
Superti had found the last trace my wife had left behind.
“…What are you, exactly?”
My words trailing off, I held Superti with the utmost care.
“Admiral, are you crying?”
“I’m not.”
“That’s a lie! Then what is this?”
“Pond water.”
On the way back, grumbling softly.
Kamin, who discovered me before the door connected to the corridor, dropped his jaw.
“Have you lost your mind? Midnight swimming?”

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