The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 153

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【153】
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Evidence and witnesses. Even a reenactment of the incident itself.
In the end, Jeffrey Ishel had no choice but to be dragged away by the commander of the Imperial Palace Knights without further protest.
Yet it was not only the nobility who witnessed every detail of this unfolding drama.
The incident had occurred in the Imperial Palace Garden.
And a garden, by its very nature, was also the domain of its Gardener.
Most paid no mind to a mere commoner Gardener, so even if he had been present, no one would have noticed.
“Shh, shush! It’s me!”
The Gardener stood there with a dog cradled firmly in his muscular arms.
“It’s me, I tell you! Young Master, please!”
Young Master.
At those words, the struggling dog went perfectly still. Then its expression shifted to one of utter disbelief.
“I figured you’d come to the Imperial Palace around this time, so I hid myself here beforehand. We’re all here, sir.”
Blake Isshel’s pupils dilated as he took in the dog’s form.
He recognized the familiar face before him.
The one who had caught him hiding in the corner of the garden was none other than the loyal knight of the Previous Duke.
“Whenever you grow anxious, Young Master, you always transform into a puppy and hide in the bushes like this. True to form this time as well.”
“….”
“But now that you’ve grown considerably larger, your hindquarters stick out completely. Hiding just your head doesn’t hide anything.”
The knight’s laughing face bore no trace of malice whatsoever.
Only the warmth of relief shone through.
Could I trust them?
Were these people truly on my side?
As Blake wrestled with these thoughts, his eyes fell upon figures dressed as servants and maids.
Every face was familiar.
“Have we finally caught the Young Master?”
“Daring to covet our Young Master’s position. A half-breed mongrel at that!”
“Shh, mind your tongue for now. We can say what we please once we’ve escaped the Capital.”
“Ah, Young Master. Last time you escaped so quickly that you left the Imperial Palace in such haste—we were all bewildered and caused quite a commotion searching for you. Fortunately, you’ve returned to us. My heart nearly stopped.”
These were faces I had thought dead.
‘How is this possible?’
The Previous Duke Isthel’s Knights spoke to Blake, who stood frozen in shock.
“Our lord knew of Jeffrey Ishel’s treachery long before his passing.”
“Therefore, to protect you, he issued specific contingency orders in advance, should he fall during the war.”
“The primary command was to ensure your escape. The location and timing were predetermined.”
“The knights gradually withdrew from the front lines in accordance with these orders, ensuring that he would never suspect a thing. We even announced the deaths of several knights. After the war ended and we returned to Isthel, we confirmed your safety and departed one by one to gather here. We apologize for not informing you during that time.”
“Yes. We have been waiting here in the Imperial Palace, following the Previous Duke’s commands.”
These noble knights had cast aside their pride to serve as servants.
The hands that once wielded swords now washed dishes and swept floors.
And so I waited.
The Friendly Competition would be held regardless, and my precious young master would surely come to the Imperial Palace.
For it was the last command of the lord we served.
“However, there remains one matter we have yet to decide. As our new master, you must determine this for us, young master.”
One of the knights spoke with utmost gravity.
“Will you kill the usurper Jeffrey Ishel and reclaim your rightful place? Or will you abandon it and seek a new path?”
It was a difficult choice for Blake, who was merely seven years old.
Yet it had to be made.
A direction.
Where the knights must advance.
A knight is both sword and shield.
A weapon possesses no will of its own.
It is the master’s duty to forge that will.
No matter how difficult, a master remains a master.
Blake looked around at the knights awaiting his answer.
‘Those strong arms that let me hang and swing on a swing.’
That knight now wore a Gardener’s clothes.
‘The one who gave me an already-eaten cake and said happy birthday… that mad blade spirit.’
That knight now wore a Maid’s clothes.
‘The one who didn’t mind when I bit his rear end during my first beastification, not recognizing me.’
That knight now wore a Servant’s clothes.
Countless other memories with the knights passed through Blake’s mind.
At last, I exhaled deeply and transformed back into human form.
“Did Father wish for me to run away?”
“Yes. That was his wish. And after growing into an adult, he desired that you return to Isthel. Or at the very least, when you turned seventeen.”
It was not a bad plan.
In fact, to my young mind, there seemed to be no safer or more certain plan than this.
Jeffrey Ishel would have had no idea that the Previous Duke’s Knights were already gathering at the Imperial Palace.
‘And I am still too young and weak to command the Household. I cannot even properly control my beastification.’
Perhaps it would be better to wander and gain experience while Uncle Jeffrey slowly ruined Isthel, allowing me to grow.
That was Father’s judgment.
But.
That was only if I were alone.
‘Besides, it’s not like Father.’
Did Father truly believe I would run away?
After gathering swords and placing them in my hands like this.
‘No, he didn’t.’
Blake let out a quiet laugh.
Somehow, it felt as though my departed Father was looking down upon me.
It was amusing, but perhaps even this was a form of the succession trial.
Soon after, Blake cleared his throat and straightened his posture.
“I will not flee. As the legitimate heir, I shall inherit Isthel.”
It was the answer every knight of Isthel had yearned to hear.
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The dark Underground Dungeon.
Amid the sound of filthy rats scurrying about, water seeping from somewhere dripped heavily onto someone’s shoulder.
‘Damn it. Damn it!’
That someone was Jeffrey Ishel.
After that chaos, he had been swiftly imprisoned and now found himself in the complete state of a ‘criminal’.
‘Of all times, Diolrose Bellarian had to be watching?’
All the victims had died with their ‘hearts torn out’.
Not by blade or poison, but by the pure force of a beast.
Only that way could the culprit be identified as belonging to the Ishel Family.
Since the arrangement had already been settled, Jeffrey Ishel had never imagined he would be framed as the perpetrator. But if Diolrose Bellarian’s ‘eyes’ had ‘recorded’ it, no defense would avail him.
Now even the Emperor could not save him.
‘Had I known, I would have given Bellarian something appropriate as well.’
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
His teeth chattered against each other.
Had he been a proper Household Master, he would never have suffered such indignity.
The difference between a true Household Master and a temporary one was vast indeed.
“I have come to offer prayers for the newly arrived criminal in this place.”
What more could he offer the Emperor?
It was about three hours later when the sound of a jingling coin purse reached Jeffrey Ishel’s ears as he tore at his hair in desperation.
Soon came the sound of fabric dragging, and there appeared a Mysterious Priest with long, braided hair.
With a bright impression like autumn barley grown in a field, as if all color had been stolen by someone, his image was somehow hazy and indistinct. There was nothing particularly distinctive about him.
A slender frame and pallid cheeks.
Not ugly, but hardly striking in appearance either.
The strange thing was that he looked neither noble nor common.
Rather, his bearing was mysterious.
Such a man gazed around at the imprisoned figures and smiled benevolently.
“Sinful brothers, have you been well?”
Already troubled in mind, what nonsense was this?
Jeffrey Ishel grew angry.
He still possessed enough authority to order this bastard out immediately.
Just as he opened his mouth—
“Ugh?”
Ding—
His head rang violently.
“[Thank you for welcoming me.]”
The man’s words dominated and circled through his mind like an echo.
As though I must absolutely welcome him.
“[Today, another new brother graces us. The Ishel household—foremost in sin, standing betwixt good and evil.]”
“What… how dare you mock me with such nonsense!”
Crack.
I had to expel this suspicious creature before his voice could sound again.
Just as Jeffrey Ishel rose in haste to summon the guards, the creature spoke once more, his tone dripping with mockery.
“[Through ‘atonement’, you may return to nature’s embrace. Children of nature, punished with the curse of becoming ‘human’.]”

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