The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 171

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【Side Story Chapter 3】
“But why has my little one suddenly taken an interest in romance?”
At that moment, Grandmother stroked my head and asked me this question.
I blinked my eyes and let out a small laugh.
“Just because!”
“If you’re thinking of dating someone, it’s still too early.”
“Oh, that’s not it…!”
“Your father won’t stand for it.”
Hmm, she had a point.
I simply laughed at my own hesitation.
“It would be nice to have a boyfriend, but it’s fine if I don’t. I still prefer playing with my older brothers!”
“A… boy… friend?”
Oh no, Father!
Father appeared at the classroom door at some point, regarding me with an expression of utter devastation.
“My daughter already… No. This father is not ready for this.”
“No, I’m not saying I’m going to get a boyfriend right now…!”
“You’re not bringing home anything so repugnant until you’re thirty.”
At Father’s serious words, Grandmother burst into hearty laughter. Grandfather chuckled as well.
“He must listen to you well, be obedient, modest, cook well, be active but know to stay home when night falls… and most importantly, never cause you worry.”
“I see.”
“Of course, he must be handsome. Clean, well-groomed, without any unpleasant odor. Hygienic and sanitary.”
Mother and the Spirit Kings all responded enthusiastically to Father’s words.
I… thought of Rasifer.
‘Honestly, he seems to meet every condition. He could even handle cooking with magic.’
But Father doesn’t seem to like Rasifer much.
Still, I miss Rasifer today.
‘Well, anyway, the kind of companion I want for Bijou is… someone who remains perfectly matched with Grandmother and Grandfather even as they grow old together.’
Because the two of them look truly happy.
“As you live, the perfect match will surely appear for you, little one.”
Grandmother, who had silenced Grandfather—who was eagerly eager to go on a date—with just a glance, looked at me.
“But remember this: they must be someone who loves your freedom as well. Never love someone you can only meet by erasing yourself, by diminishing your sense of self.”
“Yes!”
“That’s right.”
With those final words, the two of them held hands tightly and went on their date.
Since it was time for the Adjutant Uncles to work, I quietly withdrew without getting in their way.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ whispers to you.]
[Some love runs so deep that one comes to love even hatred itself. Emotions always leave scars. So you must meet someone worthy of leaving their mark upon you.]
The words were quite difficult, so I read the glowing text about five times over.
Even so, I didn’t quite understand, and I tilted my head in confusion.
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ adds:]
[It means you must first love your own life and yourself before you can love someone else.]
Oh, I’m confident about that!
I really love myself.
I love my curly pink hair, my round body—I love them so much.
I love my small hands, and I love my legs that can run so well!
“I love myself, Mother.”
Walking down the Corridor.
As I said this with a bright smile, Mother sent me a flood of sparkling heart-shaped letters.
I don’t quite understand what love with a boyfriend means, but I know this!
I truly, deeply love our family!
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What would an elderly couple dressed so smartly do on their date?
Honestly, they had already done everything worth doing, so there wasn’t much else they wanted to do.
It would be nice to leisurely stroll by the Lakeside and feed the goldfish.
In doing so, they would inevitably share old stories.
Though youth had vanished between them, they were left with memories to match.
“How fares the war?”
“Not well. Cecilia is performing admirably, but… the Other Races’ army doesn’t seem likely to crumble easily.”
“It will be a long time before she returns.”
Maliasa clicked her tongue briefly.
In truth, after Cecilia’s departure, Maliasa had come to realize something.
Watching her Granddaughter embrace her weeping daughter… how to put it.
‘I’ve been so indifferent to my child while living my own life all this time,’ she realized belatedly.
It’s true that among many fingers, some are always more painful than others, but still, it was too much.
From that moment until now, Maliasa had slowly retraced her memories with Cecilia.
But truly, how to say it. Nothing stays in her grasp.
It slips away like grains of sand—what could she do about it.
Now, regret filled her heart, and she understood that life was nothing but a succession of lessons and currents of remorse.
“We were always harsh to her, weren’t we.”
At Maliasa’s sudden sigh, Galiazard paused his hand from tossing feed and replied slowly.
“Honestly, neither of us was particularly affectionate as parents.”
“That’s true. Violet and Diagon were children who managed on their own. But Cecilia was uniquely emotional and fragile. We should have cared for her more.”
In her youth, Maliasa had viewed Cecilia as weak.
Rather than nurturing her, she had pushed her back, cast her off cliffs.
That’s how lions raise their cubs.
But that method didn’t work.
When the approach she believed in failed, Maliasa too grew increasingly exhausted, and thus mother and daughter drifted apart.
At this age, she understood it was her own stubbornness and coercion… but she didn’t know it then.
“Regret will only hurt you. Don’t do that.”
Galiazard gently comforted his wife.
Maliasa glanced at her husband with exasperation before lowering her gaze to the goldfish gasping at the surface of the water.
“When Ceci comes back later, I want to try improving our relationship then. Before I grow any older.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s not a terrible idea, I suppose.”
“You’ll have to be part of it too. I’m not sure if Ceci will accept us now… but we have to try.”
For Galiazard, such words still made little sense.
The weak are culled.
When there are many offspring, inevitably some are deficient.
How could one possibly concern oneself with each individual case?
It was simply unavoidable.
That was what he thought privately, but Galiazard had grown old now.
At the very least, he could refrain from deliberately raising such arguments and quarreling with his wife.
“Do you remember that day? It was around her tenth birthday. After that day, Ceci lost her smile completely.”
“Mm.”
“Yes, what was I thinking, asking anything of this old man. Tsk.”
Of course he would have no memory of it.
Maliasa clicked her tongue as she watched the bewildered expression on Galiazard’s face.
Yet that day had remained vivid in her memory all these years.
“You know, the day of Ceci’s birthday party when no one came except Nein?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Violet happened to open a Music Salon that very day. There were reasons it had to be that day, of course. A famous pianist from Mondal only had time that one day. She had to return to Mondal the very next morning.”
Such was the full account of Cecilia’s tenth birthday, the day that left such a deep scar upon her.
At the time, Violet was engaged in a fierce competition with another young lady for the center of High Society.
Being at the center of High Society meant far more than simply being “beautiful”—it meant becoming the very nexus of all rumors and information.
In other words, it was a position Violet had no intention of relinquishing.
At that time in the Empire, attending solo recitals of piano, violin, and the like was fashionable.
Naturally, recitals by musicians from Mondal, the artistic nation, were the most renowned, and the Empress had invited the pianist Lexsa Bahtina to perform.
Lexsa Bahtina was a seventy-year-old pianist—an extraordinarily fastidious and proud woman.
She was an unparalleled genius reborn in the Bahtina Family, which had deep roots in piano, the first to emerge since the founding Household Master.
‘Though she is dead now.’
In any case, Lexsa Bahtina had a day’s worth of free time, and Violet had claimed it for herself.
Exactly what methods she had employed to persuade the woman to perform a single piece at the Music Salon remained a mystery, but one had to admire her resourcefulness.
And that day happened to be Cecilia’s birthday….

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