The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 164

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【164】
Black lightning flashed across the sky.
Rasifer’s lightning is golden, but this—just looking at it sends shivers down my spine. It’s a black so dark it’s suffocating.
In an instant, the heavens turned pitch black, and roiling storm clouds filled the void in perfect circles.
At this sudden calamity, Father drew his blade.
The other Awakeners gripped their weapons and braced themselves as well.
No one spoke, yet the crushing tension was unmistakable to all.
‘Something is coming.’
Then, quite literally, the sky opened.
What emerged was… an enormous hand.
It descended slowly, deliberately, as though searching for something.
Yet despite its measured pace, the oppressive weight it carried was overwhelming.
‘This wasn’t here before…!’
My spine crawled with dread.
My frozen legs refused to move.
Unable to tear my gaze from those writhing fingers—as though mesmerized—I read the shimmering text cascading before me and cried out urgently.
“Everyone, close your eyes!”
How much of my voice reached them? Or did it not reach them at all?
Before I could even think, a thousand eyes embedded in that ‘hand’ lifted their lids in perfect unison.
[Contractor, you must not look upon that. The only way to prevent the Abyss from gazing into you is for you yourself to refrain from gazing into the Abyss. Those who do not see cannot be perceived by it.]
Had Elzen closed his eyes?
Unable to read the shimmering text with my eyes squeezed shut, Urakan relayed the message to me.
What stood before me was something far too distant for my comprehension—some incomprehensible ‘thing’.
If Rasifer had been here, perhaps things would have been different. He possesses the Eye of Truth, after all.
Or if Grandfather had been present… or if…
How many seconds have passed?
Father never once released me.
As though protecting me was his sole purpose, his sacred duty.
The moment felt eternal, yet what could not possibly be eternal passed in an instant.
Leaving behind a terrible wound.
“Sister!! No, let go! Sister!!”
“Older Sister!! Release her!!”
The hand descending from the heavens snatched someone away as though it were a god itself, then vanished serenely into the sky.
‘You will lose that which you hold dear for a long time.’
The words spoken by the Fate Spirit King.
Watching the Twins of Belarion thrash about in madness, I came to understand the true meaning of those words—in a way I desperately wished I had not.
‘Diolrose has been abducted.’
Like a princess from a fairy tale, she simply vanished.
In the moment I could not see.
“What… happened? Urakan.”
[That thing is the amalgamation of all corruption. Defiled death and desecrated life. A destiny woven from humiliation. It took the silver-haired woman away.]
“Why?”
[That is… I do not know either.]
A pegasus shimmering with a bluish light materialized before me and let out a piercing cry.
As if to say that as long as I, the contractor, remained unharmed, all was well.
But I… I could not accept it.
“It’s alright.”
“Father.”
“It must have taken her for a reason. If that’s the case, she’ll still be alive, and we can find her.”
As sobs threatened to overwhelm me and tears began to spill, Father gently patted my back.
“…That’s right, Shu. That hand could have crushed and obliterated all of us just moments ago. It possessed power of that magnitude.”
Elzen’s face had gone deathly pale. The way he trembled faintly made it clear he had felt genuine terror from that ‘hand’.
‘Where did it come from, and where did it go?’
Does the Chaos Spirit King perhaps know?
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ shakes his head.]
[I too have never laid eyes upon something so vile. Whoever created it, I have no desire to approach such a thing.]
A ‘hand’ that all the Spirit Kings despised with utter revulsion.
Myosotis.
Crimson crystals.
Hordes of the undead.
War with other races.
These were problems far too complex for a child as young as I to fully comprehend.
They seemed connected somehow, yet I could not grasp how.
“Give us back our sister!! Sister! Sister!!”
“Big sister! Big sister!!”
The Belarion Twins, who had lost the family they could rely upon in an instant, wailed loudly.
My own family had all survived, yet my heart could find no peace.
Diolrose was someone so precious to me.
She had helped me so much, taught me so much.
“I promised to become a hero. To protect Sister if she was ever in danger.”
As I murmured to myself, I held Father tightly in my embrace.
Tears kept flowing, and it was difficult to hold them back.
* * *
That night.
The Emperor of Barateom declared a national state of emergency and announced a week-long period of mourning.
An emergency meeting was convened at dawn, and by morning, an agreement had been reached to establish warp passages connecting the major Territories and the Imperial Palace.
This would allow the Household Masters to oversee their Territories while simultaneously attending the meetings.
To facilitate this, the Mages of the East were dispatched to each Territory, and the busiest among them was undoubtedly Rasifer.
Rasifer was the only one capable of issuing comprehensive directives to all the Mages.
Yet despite this, he could not afford to voice any complaints.
Thanks to Superti’s remarkable ability, we averted catastrophe—though the damage was far from negligible.
Civilian areas lay in ruins, lives were lost, and plague spread unchecked.
Now everything hinged on how fiercely each Household Master defended their Territory, and recovery was projected to demand considerable time.
At minimum, a year. Possibly longer.
“The problem is we still don’t understand why it abducted Diolrose Bellarian in the first place.”
“And we have no idea why it orchestrated all this, then vanished without a trace.”
Days had passed since that horrific night.
The Household Masters who had partially restored their Territories, the ministers, and the Emperor convened once more in a single chamber.
Though these individuals had long harbored suspicion and animosity toward one another, this time they set everything aside and shared information with complete candor.
They had no choice.
One misstep and the nation itself would have been annihilated.
Torture of the captured Myosotis members yielded scant intelligence.
Only that the organization had a founder—one whom everyone called not by name, but by the title “The Great Star.”
The most useful information was merely that someone had witnessed this “Great Star” conversing with an Elf.
“What I am about to present is conjecture only.”
The Ducal Houses, as well as the Imperial Family, possessed brilliant advisors.
For this crisis, those advisors had gathered to pool their minds.
Among them, it was Cedric who found himself standing at the podium with speaking authority.
The advisors, by nature, all despised presentations—he had simply lost the draw.
“First, regarding Myosotis itself—what this organization truly is. Everyone, please turn to the first page of the documents I provided.”
Cedric, his face etched with exhaustion, began his explanation in a businesslike manner.
“Myosotis presents itself outwardly as a sponsorship organization. Lower-ranking members genuinely believed this and engaged in volunteer work. However, the method of recruiting followers resembles a multi-level scheme.”
“What is a multi-level scheme?”
The Emperor posed the question, and Cedric answered tersely.
“Simply put: each time a recruiter brings in a new member, they receive payment. As multiple members accumulate, one’s rank within the organization rises.”
“I see.”
“But before that, joining Myosotis requires an entry fee—roughly three months’ average wages for a commoner.”
This much had been uncovered through Superti’s discovery of the crimson crystals.
Though it had not yet been reported to the Emperor.
The Emperor’s expression upon hearing of Myosotis for the first time was remarkable.
“In any case, they expanded their followers exponentially. They collected entry fees as ‘sponsorships’ and hung their organization’s emblem plaques in the places they sponsored. These plaques were the problem. Please turn to the next page.”
Rustle.
Pages turned in silence.
The Bellarion Household Master, who had lost his daughter overnight, bore an especially expressionless face.
“These plaques concealed crimson crystals within them. This is conjecture, but it appears these crystals detonated simultaneously, triggering the infection across all locations.”

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