The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 163

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【163】
“Ugh.”
Though Elzen shielded me, the biting cold still reached my cheek.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them, and moments later I could see Father standing atop Jeffrey Ishel.
Around him lay severed zombies, their bodies split at the waist.
“Father!”
“I’m fine.”
The stadium was utterly devastated.
Father brushed his hair back and gestured to Elzen with his eyes.
“Turn around, Shu.”
“Why?!”
“You shouldn’t see things like that yet.”
Elzen turned me away and covered my ears. So I couldn’t tell what was happening behind me.
It was simply… over.
That’s what I assumed.
Then I faintly heard the sound of Rasifer striking down lightning.
The Emperor ignited flames to burn the zombies, and Maximilian sent forth flame soldiers to join the battle.
As the other nobles unleashed their abilities, the zombies that had invaded were swiftly suppressed.
Truly, we were fortunate.
“Without me present, the state of Laximon is deteriorating. I must return to the household briefly, so let us postpone the meeting until my return.”
“Is the situation that dire?”
“There isn’t even time to respond. I’ll show you the conditions of the other territories upon my return, Your Majesty. I’ll leave behind a capable mage, so contact me through them.”
Rasifer appeared anxious.
It made sense—he’d sent his main forces to other territories but couldn’t go himself.
“I’ll be back, Shu.”
Would Laximon be alright?
Worry welled up inside me.
I embraced Rasifer tightly once, then waved as he vanished from sight.
“You’ve done well, Admiral.”
“Not at all. You likely heard the telepathic message from the Laximon Household Master Deputy earlier, but the situation is grave.”
“We must resolve it while your son seals off the Capital.”
Father and the Emperor conversed about something.
That must have been why Mikard was nowhere to be seen.
Using his ability, the Colosseum, he’d sealed the Capital shut.
Nothing could enter, and nothing could leave.
It was indeed the wisest path to prevent the spread of zombies.
‘What can I do to help?’
I couldn’t carelessly use the Spirit Kings’ power.
But what’s needed right now isn’t something so immense.
Rather, something smaller and far more delicate.
“…Older Brother, but you know what? Grandfather doesn’t have area-wide techniques, and neither does Cecilia Aunt.”
“That’s true.”
“Shouldn’t Mikal have gone to Fasayen?”
Or could I go right now and help?
The devastated image of Fasayen kept flickering before my eyes.
The nameless mother and child fleeing in panic felt so vivid.
I couldn’t let something like that happen again…
“It’s alright, Shu. The Household Master isn’t the Household Master for nothing.”
“…Okay.”
“The Household Master is, in other words, the one with supreme decision-making authority. Grandfather will resolve this crisis no matter what. You should trust him. He’s lived through several times more years than we have.”
Elzen spoke firmly, looking directly into my eyes.
Thanks to his reassurance, I finally calmed down, gripping my older brother’s hand tightly and swallowing hard.
‘Still, Elzen’s hand is cold too.’
He must be worried about Joy.
Though Joy, a half-elf whose movements were as swift and light as a butterfly, wouldn’t be easily caught.
“It would be nice if we could gather the zombies somewhere and isolate them…”
Then Elzen murmured softly.
“If we could capture them all and bind them in the sky. If that were possible.”
“The sky?”
Wait.
I have a way.
The adults were engaged in serious conversation. Around them stood Iliad and Naiad, both looking exhausted, and the Mint and Vanilla Belarion twins were there too.
Lewiwood and Violet were present as well, and all the nobles I roughly recognized were gathered.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for the Emperor’s decision.
‘Hmm, but…’
Where was the First Prince?
Wasn’t he absent earlier too?
‘Anyway, that’s not what matters right now.’
After carefully scanning the crowd and confirming that no one was paying attention to me, I quietly slipped away.
I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I wanted to try something.
“High-ranking air spirit, Urakan. I want to make a contract with you and borrow the power of both lower and intermediate spirits.”
Find the hidden zombies and lift them into the sky.
Bring them here so they can’t bite anyone.
You can do this, can’t you?
Air exists everywhere in this world.
There was nowhere it didn’t reach.
‘There’s only one Spirit King, but there are countless spirits of other ranks.’
Which one of them would listen to me?
I looked up at the sky once more, pouring my sincerity into my plea.
And then—
[I have heard your voice.]
A low, serene voice resonated through my mind.
[I am Urakan, a high-ranking Air Spirit. I have watched over you for long beside the King, and now I wish to form a contract with you.]
The wind blew.
What began as merely a gentle rustling of my hair soon intensified into a fierce gale that swept away all the filth from every direction.
And finally, the being that appeared before me.
It was… a massive horse with silver wings.
The high-ranking Air Spirit took the form of a Pegasus, something I had only ever seen in fairy tales.
[If you wish to form a contract with me, you must give me something you possess.]
I had learned much about spirit contracts from Rotia.
‘When contracting with a high-ranking spirit, some people offer their sight, hearing, or memories.’
The greater the price, the greater the power one could wield.
What I intended to offer was already decided.
“I have a paper crane hairpin. I’ve treasured it since childhood. I’ll give you that.”
I could see the surprised faces of those around me.
Father in particular looked quite anxious.
It was common knowledge that one must not interfere during a spirit contract.
He couldn’t have anticipated I would do something like this, so his worry was understandable.
But Father would understand as well.
That I too needed the strength to protect myself.
[An object imbued with memories. How delightful. The contract is sealed. Master, I shall grant you what you desire.]
I had thought something of that caliber would be necessary, and indeed it was.
The reason I offered the paper crane hairpin to the high-ranking spirit was because I believed the Fate Spirit King would never take it for themselves.
A high-ranking spirit would be satisfied with such an offering.
But a Spirit King… I have no idea what they would demand, but I at least know that wouldn’t suffice.
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, wears a sorrowful expression.]
[How clever you are, my daughter…. My poor child, between the path of easy descent and the path of difficult ascent, you have chosen the latter after all.]
Somehow, Mother seemed to know what would be taken from me. The other Spirit Kings felt the same, and all of them looked deeply sympathetic toward me.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ grants you the blessing of ‘Minor Fortune’.]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ grants you the blessing of ‘Small Courage’.]
[This is the best we can offer within the bounds of not violating Causality. We hope this will aid you.]
Someday, I want to meet that entity called Causality and have a conversation with it.
I want to know what it is that makes the Spirit Kings say they cannot defy it.
‘In any case, I feel brave now.’
Urakan summoned the Air Spirits and moved swiftly. Watching with my eyes, I calmly explained to Father.
“The Air Spirits will search for the zombies. The knights are already searching, aren’t they?”
“…Yes. Not long ago, you discovered those blood-red crystals, didn’t you.”
“Yes, Father.”
“We investigated the Myosotis Branch with those. That helped us this time.”
Father gently stroked my head.
“Quite impressive.”
Elzen praised me as well, and before Maximilian departed with the Emperor, he glanced back at me and gave a thumbs up.
Then he mouthed the words “thank you” silently.
As Urakan hurled the zombies he’d captured onto the already-ruined stadium, the waiting knights began their cleanup work.
As they piled up one by one, a foul stench rose into the air.
Since Urakan could command the lower and intermediate Air Spirits even without me, it seemed I could head inside now.
“…What is that?”
But I couldn’t.
Father, who had scooped me up into his arms, furrowed his brow as he gazed at something.
The Emperor, who had been issuing orders to the knights and was about to enter, froze in place, and Maximilian stood with his mouth agape, staring up at the sky.
Diolrose quickly gathered her younger siblings, Mint Belarion and Vanilla Belarion, and hid them behind herself.
Rumble.
The sky roared.
It was truly a sight that looked exactly like that.

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