The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 165

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【165】
Truly a vicious method.
I wish I had known and prevented it beforehand… but could I have anticipated this?
There are some matters beyond our ability to counter.
“We advisors have named this crimson crystal, which resembles Viju, as ‘X’. We propose that X be classified as an enemy attack, and that anyone who discovers it should report it. We believe rewards should be offered for such reports.”
“So it shall be.”
The Emperor rubbed the bridge of his nose.
A sigh escaped him at the thought of the taxes required for this.
“Yes. Next, regarding the owner of this Myosotis—that fellow with the star or whatever—here are our findings. We advisors have concluded that this person is identical to a certain dangerous individual.”
Cedric turned another page.
Galiazard, the Sovereign King, stared at the paper with cold, lifeless eyes—as if he could simply extract that man and execute him.
“You will recall the Osirian Church, a religion that believes Other Races should dominate this world. It appears this man created Myosotis.”
“What is the basis?”
“Information obtained through interrogation revealed that his typical statements align with that religion’s doctrine. Even if he is not the founder himself, he must be at least an intimate associate… but the methods are remarkably similar.”
What identifies a person?
Appearance? Voice? Speech patterns?
Such things can actually be changed at any time.
What remains unchanged is one’s values.
And… the manner in which one conducts affairs.
Subtle contours that emerge when examined with meticulous persistence.
The advisors had labored through sleepless nights seeking them out.
“We conclude that both the founding of Myosotis and the establishment of the Osirian Church are the work of a single person. We have no concrete evidence. Only that the methods are alike.”
Cedric adjusted his spectacles.
Admiral Diagon, who had listened quietly throughout, contemplated how this would affect his daughter.
Would this matter hinder Superti as she grows?
Or would it torment her once she reaches adulthood?
In truth, the world had already become a harsher place because of them. It was intolerable.
“Furthermore, among those who became zombies this time, when we examined those whose identities could be confirmed, we discovered that many were prisoners of war who had been taken during the conflict.”
“That is conclusive evidence.”
The Emperor let out a pained groan.
Still, it was fortunate that some outline of the enemy had taken shape.
He had not considered the war to be over.
But they had agreed to a ceasefire, had they not?
A ceasefire typically constitutes an agreement for each faction to take time to tend to and recover from their losses over the course of several years.
In no history had there ever been a case of stabbing someone in the back like this after a ceasefire.
Such a nation would face condemnation from the entire world.
But these beings are not human, and therefore they are unaffected by the unspoken promises of humanity.
Emperor Nordbert Glory Barateom ground his teeth at this.
He had never harbored favorable feelings toward Other Races, but his contempt was deepening further.
“A notable detail… it appears they all became zombies without a single drop of blood remaining in their bodies. In other words, their blood was completely drained before they were turned into zombies.”
“You’ve been quite economical with it.”
Sparks of fury ignited in the eyes of the ministers listening.
Truly a filthy and vicious affair.
And it seemed far from over.
“Ahem, next is the matter of Diolrose Bellarian’s disappearance. The search efforts are encountering difficulties.”
“….”
“However, following Superti’s counsel, the ‘Hand’ is an entity as much an enemy of all spirits. Therefore, we believe employing Spirit Masters would aid in pursuing it, and we require consensus on this course of action.”
Though it was Belarion’s daughter who vanished, ultimately it concerned everyone.
Those Awakeners who had faced that ‘Hand’ then understood it viscerally.
That an individual could scarcely overcome it.
No—even if they all threw themselves at it together, it might prove futile.
No openings revealed themselves. How to attack, where to strike.
What its true form even was remained utterly incomprehensible.
Having witnessed such a colossal non-human entity for the first time, shock was inevitable for them all.
Diagon, too, had been ruminating ceaselessly since that day, yet could only conclude that he could not guarantee absolute victory.
With his current techniques, he could sever its wrist.
But the devastation that would follow would be catastrophic.
Unless that ‘Hand’ intended to obliterate the entire Imperial Palace, surrendering what it demanded and letting it depart would actually save far more lives.
“Even now we’ve been tracking the residual dark magic’s aura, but we’ve reached our limits. I cannot maintain this pursuit while attending to other duties.”
In the silence, Rasifer spoke with an impassive expression.
In truth, Rasifer’s pride had been wounded.
He had not directly witnessed that ‘Hand’ himself.
He had been occupied dealing with the zombie hordes flooding into Laximun at that very moment.
But from what he’d heard, it seemed to be perhaps the highest caliber of dark magic—such a being existed in this world?
‘And it continues to elude me as though challenging me to match wits.’
Magical power leaves traces.
It erased those traces swiftly, obliterated them, and slipped away.
To track it, he would have to abandon everything he was currently doing, which was simply impossible.
Mages were needed everywhere.
Only Rasifer could somehow compel those mages—who despised people and wished to flee or collapse at every opportunity—out into the field to work.
“Sigh.”
But if he failed to find Diolrose Bellarian, Superti would grieve.
‘This is maddening….’
Had he followed his true nature, he would never have pursued tracking that mysterious ‘Hand’ in the first place.
Why chase after something that had seized its desired sacrifice and withdrawn satisfied?
He could deal with it if it appeared again.
But the sacrifice happened to be Diolrose.
The sister Superti cherished and revered.
“For now.”
It was then.
The Bellarion Household Master opened his mouth quietly.
“My daughter’s case will be handled as a disappearance.”
His voice carried no emotion whatsoever.
“I approve of organizing a search party including Spirit Masters, but we must prioritize damage recovery over my daughter’s life.”
“….”
“Next agenda.”
What could I say when Father had decided to proceed that way?
It was rational to handle what we could accomplish immediately rather than wait for what we couldn’t find right away.
Besides, there were plenty of matters to discuss.
“This is merely conjecture, but I suspect Myosotis created zombies and attacked the nation because of some agreement with the Other Races.”
“In exchange for attacking Barateum and staging a rebellion, they would have gained something?”
“Yes. Perhaps their technology or some special ability. Please open the final page.”
The final page contained several sentences written in neat order.
Diolrose Bellarian.
Human blood.
Something obtained from the Other Races.
A crystal resembling Viju, X.
A revived corpse, a zombie.
“We do not yet understand what these five things signify. Perhaps the Laximon Household Master Deputy knows?”
By now, Cedric appeared completely exhausted.
Magic, spirits—everything far exceeded the common sense he knew. He had no idea what to do or how to proceed, leaving him only with despair.
This was not a problem that any single absolute being could resolve alone.
Everyone had to combine their strength, and while those in leadership positions took the front lines, it was the role of an advisor to resolve all the ancillary problems from behind the scenes.
In other words, a happy retirement had become impossible.
Honestly, Cedric wanted to cry.
‘I should have quit long ago!’
Before becoming entangled in all this.
A quiet sob escaped him.
Then a quiet voice reached Cedric’s ears as he grieved.
It was Rasifer.
“There is something that stands out to me.”

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