The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 159

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【159】
Yet as if to affirm my anxiety, the entire stadium shook violently.
The ground trembled and crashed as though an earthquake had struck, and I lost my footing and staggered—but Rasifer and Diolrose caught me simultaneously from both sides, preventing my fall.
“Shu!”
“My goodness, you nearly got hurt. Are you alright?”
Faces etched with worry and concern turned toward me. I, barely managing to stand upright, nodded quickly.
“Yes, I’m fine. But… all the lesser spirits the Spirit Kings sent have vanished.”
Something must have happened in Eden.
To be suddenly summoned back to Eden like this.
‘I wonder if Mother and Father are alright? Of course, they’re both far stronger than me.’
At that moment, Rasifer’s expression changed.
Whenever he looked at me, his face was always tender.
But now, as he stared at something in the void, his expression had turned terribly cold. Sinister, even.
With his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, he released me and turned to face everyone.
“Everyone, focus.”
….
“This situation isn’t limited to just here. Emergency rescue requests are coming in from Magic Tool Branches across the entire nation.”
What?
As Rasifer gestured, a ‘door’ materialized.
“Let’s go outside. The situation out there is mostly under control.”
I rushed forward and collided directly with Father, who happened to be standing right in front of the door.
“Father!”
“My daughter!”
The moment Father saw me, he spread his arms wide.
Behind Father, Grandfather was crushing the head of a zombie—or rather, what used to be a person—with his fist like a marshmallow.
Smoke rose from all directions.
The spectator stands were half-destroyed, and people groaned in pain throughout the stadium.
“Are you hurt? You haven’t been bitten anywhere?”
“I’m fine. Everyone protected me.”
“I was so worried. Truly….”
Thud.
Father’s sword fell from his hand.
I bounded forward and nestled snugly into Father’s embrace, for there was no safer place to be at this moment.
There was nowhere more reassuring than Father’s arms.
“Laximon Household Master Deputy, head that way. His Excellency awaits.”
“Understood.”
Looking around, it seemed the situation had been suppressed to some degree, just as Rasifer said.
Father gave Rasifer a nod, and in that direction, surprisingly—
‘Jeffrey Ishel?’
Jeffrey Ishel, half his face and body transformed into a beast, lay collapsed on the ground.
Surrounding him were the Emperor, the Laximen Magicians, and the Household Master and Sub-Household Master of the Belarion Family.
How had things come to this?
“During the competition, there was an attack. Jeffrey Ishel, transformed into a beast, broke out of confinement and shattered the wall. Then, as if they’d been waiting, zombies came pouring in.”
“They were targeting this moment.”
“Yes. The first wave. Once it begins, spreading is inevitable.”
“Did Jeffrey Ishel perhaps attack the Emperor afterward? If so, the entire Family would be erased from history as traitors of the highest order.”
While Father and Rasifer discussed the situation gravely, my older brothers arrived one by one.
Mikard, Elzen, Iliad, Naiad.
All of them were unharmed.
Most people in this stadium had been Awakeners anyway, so it seemed they’d escaped serious injury.
“What in blazes is happening here! Aren’t you the Mage, Laximon Household Master Deputy? Explain yourself! Why is dark magic running rampant?!”
At that moment, the Emperor’s face flushed crimson as he strode toward Rasifer.
His threatening demeanor made me instinctively step forward.
Rasifer hadn’t done anything wrong—why was he being treated this way?
“Your Majesty, there is a more urgent matter I must report.”
“More urgent? Is there anything more important than Jeffrey Ishel’s treason right now?”
“Yes. I regret to inform you that your Empire, Your Majesty’s pride, is being destroyed in real time.”
But I didn’t need to intervene.
Rasifer spread both arms wide, his expression more serious than I’d ever seen it.
A soft shimmer filled the air.
Scroll-like projections unfurled in the void, and over a hundred screens materialized simultaneously.
Though muted, there was no mistaking it—each screen displayed something terribly wrong.
Chaos.
The kind of chaos that would have made the Chaos Spirit King clap his hands in delight.
“For reference, this is the Capital.”
“…You’re saying it’s not just here? The entire Capital has already fallen?”
“That would be fortunate. But it’s not limited to the Capital.”
When Rasifer brought up another screen, a quiet gasp rippled through the nobility.
“This is reality. It’s already too late. They deliberately targeted the day when the Awakeners gathered in the Capital.”
Rasifer’s explanation was concise, yet no one failed to understand.
Someone had orchestrated a rebellion with careful planning.
“The moment each Family’s main forces left their territories, they seized the opportunity of the Friendly Competition.”
Diolrose, standing beside me watching the screens, whispered softly.
If the Laximen Family’s Magic Tool Branch hadn’t maintained communication connections…
Or rather, if Rasifer—the only person capable of viewing all those branches simultaneously—hadn’t been here, no one would have known.
“This is Fasayen.”
Rasifer pulled one screen showing the Sea closer and enlarged it greatly.
There it was—Fasayen, burning.
The Sea that had been beautiful until I left was now stained crimson with blood. The earth was soaked with it, and even the flowers hung their heads.
Horses and people lay scattered across bloodstained streets, and zombies trampled over them without hesitation, moving toward some destination.
A mother and child hiding behind the broken carriage tried to flee, only to be caught by a zombie and bitten… The time it took for them to transform into zombies was less than ten seconds.
The entire world had become a complete mess.
This was not the Fasayen I knew, not the Fasayen I had left behind.
“This is Belarion.”
Whoosh.
An ashen city came into view.
A horde of zombies, wailing with guttural cries, was marching somewhere.
The castle’s defenders were holding them back, but it wasn’t easy.
Still, because they were utilizing shadows to respond, their situation was better than Fasayen’s.
“This is… Isthel. Already approximately thirty percent of the territory is in a state of devastation. Other-race zombies are notably present.”
Isthel’s condition was the worst of the three.
Faced with such a horrific sight, my eyes widened in shock.
Mikard and Elzen approached my side, both wearing grave expressions.
“It’ll be okay, Shu.”
“That’s right. Father will handle it.”
I wished that were true, but…
Even to my young eyes, recovery already seemed impossible.
Thanks to the Chaos Spirit King, I understood well what zombies were.
Reanimated corpses. If bitten or clawed by one, infection spreads.
There was no way to nullify a zombie’s infectivity without powerful divine power.
All that could be done was to eliminate them as they arose.
Because fundamental treatment was impossible, the probability of recurrence was high. If suppression failed in the early stages, the collapse of an entire nation would be child’s play.
‘A monster that should never have been created in the first place.’
Could this possibly be Myosotis’s doing?
[Well #done %understood.]
But then it happened.
Golden glimmering letters suddenly materialized before my eyes.
[The Fate Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ has entered#$the@!]
A notification followed.
The letters were garbled and difficult to read, but there was only one Spirit King who hadn’t entered the Childcare Reality Show Room. So that notification was unmistakably… the Fate Spirit King I had been waiting for so desperately.
In that instant, everything around me sounded and appeared extraordinarily, impossibly slow.
Not stopped, but nearly so.
[$The Fate Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ speaks.]
[At this very moment, I grant you three destinies. Human girl, you may choose your trial.]
Normally, the glimmering letters had no voice function.
Yet strangely, a calm yet resonant voice seemed to echo within my mind.
[The Fate Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ gazes upon you.]
[The path of involvement and responsibility, or the path of detachment. Your peace and victory. Or your anxiety and altruism. All things are placed upon the scale, yet no path allows you to grasp everything.]

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