The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 166

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【166】
Those seated around the table turned their gazes toward Rasifer.
Without the slightest hint of intimidation, Rasifer opened his mouth with deliberate slowness.
“A resurrection ritual.”
“Pardon?”
“These are the components necessary for dark magic intended to resurrect the dead.”
I despise admitting it, yet it remains undeniable truth.
I contemplated deeply, then contemplated further.
If he were to dabble in dark magic this very moment, if he were to gather such things—
Why?
Why would he do such a thing?
“Did someone precious to him die? Is he attempting to resurrect that person?”
The answer to that question came from Violet, who had been continuously analyzing and discerning the matter in her mind all this while.
Unfortunately, Rasifer concurred with her assessment.
“A Companion or a child, most likely. In such cases… I believe the probability of it being a Companion is higher.”
And Rasifer knew.
He knew the madman capable of such deeds.
One who possessed power comparable to his own.
A completely unhinged Mad Mage.
A man who could create clones and move simultaneously across multiple locations, who could manipulate hearts with honeyed words, and who could orchestrate schemes of this magnitude.
A man who would feel no guilt whatsoever.
‘It seems my dear Father has returned, having reversed the flow of time.’
Why, then, did things not proceed smoothly in the time he departed from?
“Ha.”
Light faded from my violet pupils as darkness bloomed within them.
There are limits to selfishness.
To be rejected by Mother so repeatedly, yet still refuse to surrender, clinging pathetically.
‘Resurrect her for what? To possess her eternally? To turn her into a puppet?’
As a son, I cannot forgive such a thing.
Moreover—
‘To ravage the very land where my Companion must live, leaving it in such ruin?’
Yes, well.
Let us try this, then.
“Resurrection magic cannot be accomplished in a short span of time. The process of aging blood and annihilating the sacrificial victim’s soul and self requires time—necessarily.”
My Father would know this fact as well.
Therefore, he would be hiding somewhere, carefully concealed.
“We possess time. We must find him within that window. The ritual will require test subjects, and we cannot know how many more of our people will be placed in danger.”
I will not become like him.
I will not descend into madness as Father did, disregarding my Companion’s will, forcing my desires upon her, mistaking obsession for love.
“This psychopathic criminal has followers. Since we cannot trace his tail through dark magic’s remnants, we must employ a somewhat crude and inelegant method—find his followers and work backward through them.”
A firm declaration.
After that came the detailed coordination of agreements.
Rasifer said nothing and thought about Father.
Of course, I had no intention of revealing here that the leader of the Osirian Church was the Laximon Household Master.
It wasn’t even confirmed yet, after all.
‘I’ll move together with them, gather information, and find the answer myself based on what I learn.’
A dark mage cannot be killed without powerful divine magic or something of similar caliber, after all.
They are beings who have already abandoned their humanity and transcended time itself.
Ordinary power can only be overwhelmed by them.
‘How exhausting this is….’
Though my body was here, my mind was filled with reports streaming in from all corners of the realm.
I couldn’t help but feel on edge.
‘I miss you, Superti.’
Unable to bear the frustration, I opened a subspace and retrieved a letter from within.
Letters I had carefully preserved with every preservation spell imaginable, fearing they might wear away.
‘If your night is peaceful, that alone will satisfy me.’
So please, fall asleep peacefully without a single dream.
Before returning to the tedious meeting, Rasifer traced a paper crane in the void with his fingertip.
The crane trembled, then came to life and vanished somewhere.
To Fasayen, far, far away from here.
To the side of a girl unable to sleep.
Chapter 15. The Girl Who Cannot Sleep
The late afternoon of Fasayen, where waves crash, is beautiful.
As if nothing had ever happened, the sea in the afternoon was only serene.
Walking along the sandy beach with Lina, I smiled softly when a golden paper crane fluttered down from somewhere.
“Pel sent this.”
Father, Grandfather, and Aunt Violet are all busy.
Since the three of them were summoned to meetings day after day, it was Aunt Cecilia who took charge of affairs at the household.
Perhaps it was something she had always wanted—commanding the family—yet my aunt showed no sign of joy.
She embraced me and sighed deeply that she didn’t want to do this before leaving for work.
‘Older Brother Mikard went to train, and Older Brother Elzen and Joy left separately too.’
Everyone is anxious.
If things continue like this, we cannot preserve peace. We must train harder than ever before.
Such thoughts had quietly settled between us.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ is feeling melancholy.]
[You should still be at an age where you all play together noisily and go on outings.]
It’s okay, Luck Spirit King!
I’ve done plenty of those things already.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ reveals a secret.]
[Lately you’ve been replaying memories from when you were about seven years old. You were so adorable.]
“Huh?! There’s a recording?!”
[Water Spirit King Aurora feels proud.]
[Of course. I captured everything. It’s a record of my daughter’s growth.]
Good heavens.
If Mother is pleased, then that’s all that matters.
I was walking slowly, playing with a living paper crane, when I spotted a large conch shell and stopped in my tracks.
I brushed away the sand, picked it up, and held it to my ear—the sound of waves echoed from within.
Concentrating on that sound, I quietly called out to Jellyfish.
“Jellyfish, could you deliver this to Rasifer?”
All those children had vanished, leaving only this one.
It possessed no special abilities, but it could transport objects.
I stroked its smooth cap and gently tucked the conch shell into its soft body.
‘I hope Rasifer smiles, even just for a moment, when he sees this.’
Well then, shall I return to being the spirited Superti now?
“Miss, Hans said he’d be grilling trout for dinner tonight. He’s also baking cheese baguettes!”
“That sounds wonderful! What about pumpkin pie?”
“He mentioned he’d make that too.”
I squeezed Lina’s hand, then released it. Then I ran toward the sea and dipped my feet into the waves.
‘Everyone is doing what they can in their own place.’
I must do the same.
‘Yes, I’ll make contracts with the higher spirits one by one.’
I could contract with them all at once, but Mother didn’t recommend it.
She said it was better to master handling one type of spirit before moving on to another.
Besides, the spirits who want to contract with me are already lined up.
[Alliance Quest: Discover the names of the Spirit Kings! (Achievement Rate: 37.8%)]
I glanced at the quest completion rate displayed on the Grape Board.
‘When I first arrived in Fasayen, I wanted to become a magnificent baker.’
Or perhaps a wonderful pastry shop owner.
My goals have changed now.
‘I’m going to become the world’s strongest Spirit Master.’
I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the adults.
One clear conviction emerged from experiencing so much in the Capital.
Rather than being protected, I want to be the one who protects.
‘So, Spirit Kings, you’ll give me quests, right?’
So I can become a true hero.
[Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ is moved.]
[Flame Spirit King Flammeus is satisfied with your courage.]
[Water Spirit King Aurora says she has something prepared.]
Spirit King Alliance Quest!
Rescue the kidnapped princess!
All the Spirit Kings who entered the room have given me a task.
✔
The kidnapped Diolrose Bellarian is alive. Let us rescue her.
Reward for success
★Well done★ 8 stamps
Penalty for failure
Diolrose Bellarian’s death.
Deadline
Until year 1230
Year 1230, that means….
I quickly did the math in my head.
‘I’ll be twenty-one years old.’

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