The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 157

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【157】
An ominous aura drifted through the air, carried on a voice dripping with mockery.
Darkness itself seemed to kneel and retreat as radiant light coiled around his entire form.
Platinum hair as silken as spun moonlight.
There was no need to ask who it was.
“Rasifer!”
“I’ve been waiting. I was here from the beginning, after all.”
“Weren’t you scared? You hate the dark!”
“Not scared at all. I had a feeling you’d come soon.”
The way he said it made it sound like he would have forced me to come if I hadn’t.
I turned around quickly, and Rasifer flashed me a smile with his eyes. Then, instead of me, he stepped on the mechanism.
“There. You can lift your foot now.”
“What about Pel?”
“Oh, right.”
“Ugh, really.”
He had a surprisingly scatterbrained side to him.
Either way, I couldn’t help but look after him.
I placed my hands on my hips and turned to survey the surroundings.
“Is there any way to deactivate the mechanism around here?”
“There is. I could render it useless with magic, but… that would raise fairness concerns again….”
How troublesome.
As Rasifer muttered this, an ominous gleam flickered across his violet eyes.
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ expresses anticipation.]
[Want to cause some chaos?]
…No. Absolutely not. What are you saying? Not to someone else’s companion.
“There’s no helping it! I’ll stay perfectly still and watch. Can you dismantle it ‘legally’ in the meantime?”
Fortunately, Rasifer nodded obediently.
He always listens to what I say.
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ seems somewhat melancholic about this peaceful battlefield.]
I shouldn’t listen to what the Chaos Spirit King says. Sigh.
I was shaking my head when Rasifer, who had been rustling around, returned quickly.
“Done. You can lift your foot now.”
“Okay!”
I didn’t even ask if he was serious.
There was no reason to doubt Rasifer.
If it had been Maximilian, I would have been suspicious and asked ‘Really…?’ but this was Rasifer.
I lifted my foot away, and of course, nothing happened.
“It’s so dark that even with the Flame Spirit here, I can’t see anything ahead.”
“So, should we hold hands and walk?”
Rasifer quietly took my hand. I had no reason to refuse, so I simply let him.
“Ah, while some competitors struggle mightily, others display such wonderful chemistry with their Companions! How enviable!”
Even in the darkness, the Announcer’s voice carried through, echoing across the space.
This place was ultimately part of the Stage.
Not reality, but illusion.
‘Father is beyond this. My Older Brothers are watching too.’
At the end of the day, it was just a ‘mock battle’.
If I showed fear here, I’d never be allowed to fight a real battle for the rest of my life.
Thud, thud.
Walking in step with Rasifer, I suddenly grew curious about something.
About Rasifer.
More precisely, about Rasifer’s family.
“Pel, you know…”
“Hm?”
“What are your parents like? You met my Father, after all. I couldn’t meet them myself, but… I’d like to know what they were like.”
My question seemed unexpected—I felt his grip on my hand falter slightly.
It wasn’t distaste, exactly… how should I put it.
Hesitation.
Wondering if my question had been too broad, I rephrased it.
“Were they Companions too?”
“Yes.”
Fortunately, this answer came immediately.
“Did they meet when they were young, like us?”
“…Yes.”
“Wow, you came looking for me. Did they do the same?”
“From what I know, yes. My Mother was the daughter of a rural lord, and Father must have sought her out the moment he sensed the existence of a Companion.”
Love stories are always fascinating.
But the world doesn’t contain only sweet tales—I know that much.
Because I’ve read many books.
‘And somehow… Rasifer’s parents’ story doesn’t feel sweet either.’
It feels less like cotton candy and more like rough sugarcane.
The kind that draws blood if you bite down carelessly—or am I imagining things?
“Don’t worry. I won’t become like my Father.”
“Hm? Out of nowhere?”
“It’s my resolve and my promise. I want to be a better child than my parents.”
Rasifer’s voice was rough.
He tried to hide it, but cracks showed through, creaking audibly.
‘I can’t see his expression. It’s too dark.’
But perhaps that’s precisely why certain things become magnified in their intensity.
I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again. Instead of words, I simply squeezed the hand holding mine.
“Shu?”
“I’m not sure what you’re worried about, but…”
“…Yes.”
“Don’t worry. Trust me!”
The moment I spoke with such heroic confidence, my foot sank deep into the ground again.
“…!”
The Flame Spirit, without being asked, flew toward my feet and shrieked something unintelligible.
Embarrassed, I buried my face in my hands before finally responding.
“A swamp? There’s a swamp here?”
“Oh no. Of all places, it had to be this one.”
Rasifer knew the terrain completely, but he couldn’t give me hints. He wasn’t allowed to help either.
Fortunately, only one of my feet had sunk, so with Rasifer’s assistance, I managed to pull myself out.
Ugh, how embarrassing.
I’d just been acting so cool!
“Hmm, we can’t go this way, can we?”
“No.”
“But it’s not just my imagination that the flag seems to be in the center of the swamp, right? Oh, that’s just me thinking out loud.”
Rasifer let out a thin laugh at my ‘thinking out loud.’
It was neither confirmation nor denial—a subtle response.
“Sparrow, I’m asking you. Can you go check if there’s a flag over there?”
“Chirp!”
The moment the Sparrow flew off with a spirited cry, my stomach rumbled loudly.
As I’d grown older, the frequency of hunger pangs had decreased somewhat, but my appetite remained unchanged.
‘I’ve passed snack time. Oh well.’
I should have picked some fruit back there.
I was feeling a slight regret when Rasifer turned to me with a mischievous expression.
“Shu, do you happen to eat frogs?”
“Frogs…?”
“Yes. Roasted frogs.”
Snap.
Rasifer snapped his fingers.
In that instant, lightning crashed down with a deafening boom, and the swamp’s landscape was seared into my retinas.
“This region may lack other things, but frogs are plentiful. And they’re actually edible.”
“…!”
“I’ll roast them for you.”
At Rasifer’s words, I clamped my mouth shut.
It was because I was overwhelmed with emotion.
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ admires your appetite.]
[The Flame Spirit King ‘Flammeus’ says that even now, in certain regions, people actually roast frog legs to eat.]
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ licks his lips.]
Since there was no one else around besides us, and the Air Spirit hadn’t returned, we decided to sit down for a moment and fill our bellies.
Rasifer built a campfire and skewered a frog that had been electrocuted by lightning onto a fallen branch, roasting it over the flames.
Though the lightning had already cooked it through, crisping the outside was essential for the perfect texture, or so he claimed.
‘Or perhaps… hmm, maybe he’s doing this on purpose.’
Sitting atop the jacket Rasifer had removed, I rested my chin in my hand and gazed at the campfire, appearing vacant to any observer.
But my mind was racing furiously.
‘Rasifer bringing up roasted frog out of nowhere wasn’t just about satisfying my hunger.’
Could there be a special condition required to find the golden flag here?
Let’s assume a dragon lives deep within the swamp and possesses the golden flag.
How would one summon such a creature?
Simple—by wafting the delicious aroma of roasted frog.
It’s merely speculation on my part, of course.
“Oh, the two competitors suddenly! They’ve opened a frog leg restaurant! How did this happen? This is unprecedented in the history of Friendly Competitions… yet how intriguing!”
So Rasifer was giving me an indirect hint!
“Good heavens, chaos has erupted in the Spectator Stands. Admiral Fasayen has drawn his sword!”
What?
“How dare you feed my daughter such lowly frog legs!!” he declares. To stop the Admiral, the Household Master Galiazard Fasayen steps forward!”
What on earth?!
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ chuckles.]
[Watching parenting variety shows was an excellent choice. I am most satisfied with this development!]
No, Father and Grandfather are suddenly fighting. What should I do?
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ snickers…and gig…gles…]
[Whether desired or not… chaos… is always… there… exist…ing…]
In that moment.
Crackle, crackle crackle.
For the first time ever, the glowing text suddenly rippled violently.
As if someone were interfering with my ability to read the words.

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