The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 176

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【Interlude 8】
A thought that glimmers and shines.
The beauty of something someone has pondered and crafted with care.
The Fasayen Household Master is a man who covets art.
So naturally, gifts tend to lean in that direction.
“Oh, it seems we’re about to begin.”
“The direct bloodline is entering first!”
The melody shifted slightly.
From something merely lively to something grand.
Following that rhythm, the current Household Master’s direct blood relatives slowly walked in.
Neither too fast nor too slow.
Their unhurried, unrushed gait exuded composure.
The youngest among them was six-year-old Superti Fasayen.
Since people naturally gravitate toward the adorable, all eyes inevitably fell upon the pink-haired child.
What made her most endearing was that she considered herself a lady, yet was truly nothing more than a little girl.
She held her chin high and squared her shoulders, but how small she remained regardless.
“She’s absolutely precious. It seems the young lady is attending the birthday celebration this year.”
“Well, she is six years old, after all.”
Smiles bloomed on the lips of the gossiping noblewomen.
When the family stood before the Household Master, the violins’ resonant notes abruptly ceased.
“Father, we wish you a happy birthday this year as well.”
Following Nein Fasayen’s greeting, Violet Fasayen gracefully bent her knee.
Her angle and movement were so flawless they could have appeared in an etiquette manual, drawing gasps of admiration from the crowd.
Of course, being accustomed to it, not a single expression crossed Violet’s face.
“May you enjoy good health and a long life, Father.”
“Very well.”
Galiazard, seated beside Maliasa, gazed fondly upon his children.
Well, it wasn’t as though he truly loved them… but they would certainly be tedious to lose.
Though he didn’t understand heartache, he did cherish them.
Moreover, seeing them grown and standing here in good health was genuinely pleasing to behold.
“Let me present my gift first.”
…Though there was one troublemaker among them.
“Tsk, you’re just going to throw money at it again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Tch, my son doesn’t understand his father’s heart.”
“Shouldn’t a father understand his son’s heart first, Father?”
A boy who never loses an argument.
Diagon had always been that way.
Beyond his overflowing confidence, he simply didn’t know how to lose.
Galiazard briefly recalled young Diagon and shook his head with a wry smile.
“My gift is this.”
Next, Nein stepped forward.
By the original order, Violet should have presented first.
But Violet always preferred to go last.
After all, what lingers in memory is the finale.
“I hope it pleases you this year. It is a castle made of light.”
“Ho, now this is certainly rare.”
Galiazard stroked his chin.
As Nein removed the cloth from his offering, a ‘castle’ was indeed revealed within.
But it was not constructed of stone.
Luminous particles floated suspended in the void, coalescing into the form of a magnificent fortress.
Galiazard listened with quiet satisfaction to the gasps of admiration erupting throughout the hall as he contemplated the artwork.
“The title is 【The Magical Castle】. It is direct, clear, and delightfully witty.”
At Nein’s explanation, Galiazard let out a hearty laugh.
Maliasa smiled as well.
“A magical castle made by magic… that is humor of the highest caliber.”
Of course, Diagon wore an expression of utter disdain.
“Father’s sense of humor hardly reaches such heights.”
“How could this possibly not be amusing?”
“Father, do laugh more.”
What an ungrateful child.
In any case, Nein’s gift proved satisfactory, and Maliasa decided to place it in her own chambers.
Unfortunately, the war still raged, so Cecilia could not return, leaving only Violet among the remaining children.
“My gift is a sculpture that Father has long wished to possess.”
“Ho, you managed to acquire it? That sculpture said to be in Murashah?”
“Yes, Father.”
Murashah, the desert kingdom.
It was a nation situated beneath the neutral country of Mondal.
A scorching empire sprawling vertically across vast expanses, where culture, language, customs, and even daily life differed entirely from these lands.
The very complexion of the people was different, so the sensation of encountering foreigners was quite pronounced.
In any case, such a place as Murashah possessed its own distinctive aesthetic, with a flourishing culture and art… and Galiazard was exceptionally fond of the works of Setimet, a sculptor from that land.
“Allow me to present it. The title is 【Portrait of Queen Tirpea】.”
As Violet clapped her hands, the servants extinguished the lights in unison.
And only a single illumination remained, casting its glow upon Violet’s gift.
“…Ho, it is genuine.”
As the silk was drawn away, the sculpture revealed itself.
A sculpture rendered from the face down to the collarbone lay gracefully displayed within glass.
Her eyes bore the distinctive cosmetics of Murashah rendered in deep ink, and upon her head was carved the crown that only a queen could wear.
“How exquisite. How did he achieve such expression? In that era, no less.”
“Indeed. Queen Tirpea was said to have been so beautiful, was she not?”
The sculpture possessed such vivid expression, as if alive itself.
Even the texture of the hat and the prominence of its decorations were rendered with such mastery that one couldn’t help but acknowledge it as a true masterpiece.
At this, Galiazard’s lips curved slightly upward.
The sculptor Setimet had left behind only ten works in his entire lifetime.
Most were displayed in the Royal Museum of Murashah, though a few pieces circulated among collectors through sales and acquisitions.
The portrait of Queen Tirpea was owned by a wealthy merchant of Murashah, who had declared he would never part with it until his death, making it impossible to obtain.
Yet Galiazard couldn’t fathom what means Violet had employed to procure and present this piece.
The merchant certainly wasn’t someone who could be coerced.
‘This is precisely why entrusting the next Fasayen to Violet brings neither regret nor fear nor difficulty. Violet is a child who excels at everything.’
Judging by her capabilities alone, I could hand over the position to her immediately.
I’ve already taught her everything there is to teach.
‘Well, I have no intention of stepping down willingly… but I suppose I’ll need to relinquish the Household Master position within the next decade or so.’
My body is still sound for now… but accidents can happen. Illness could strike suddenly.
Isn’t that the age I’ve reached?
Even should I fall, Violet would lead Fasayen with sharp precision, untouched by any emotional wavering.
‘I was a spear, but Violet is a shield.’
The finest barrier among all Household Masters in history.
That would be Violet.
“It seems Violet’s victory is assured, doesn’t it?”
At that moment, Maliasa leaned forward slightly and whispered.
“Hmm, I haven’t yet seen the grandchildren’s gifts, though.”
“She’s already captivated by the sculpture.”
“But she did want it.”
The whisper was low enough that it wouldn’t reach the children’s ears.
Galiazard straightened his posture with composure, then turned his gaze toward Lewiwood.
The boy carried himself with considerable masculine bearing.
It was incomprehensible how such a composed, steadfast Household Master temperament could emerge from beneath the emotionally volatile Cecilia—Lewiwood was cold and unyielding.
The fact that he even knew how to smile gently in pretense was rather pleasing.
“Happy birthday, Grandfather. My gift is modest compared to Aunt’s, I’m afraid.”
“You. You weren’t even thinking of taking a vacation to Sineria, were you?”
“There’s more to learn by remaining at the Main Residence.”
The boy even knew how to speak with affection.
That was something neither he nor Violet possessed.
He must have donned such a mask to manage his mother’s emotional fluctuations.
‘The Fasayen that Lewiwood leads will likely become remarkably gentle.’
I wonder if I’ll live to see Fasayen transform warmly in the wake of Violet’s iron resolve.
That would be nice, though I suppose it’s mere greed on my part.
Galiazard let his gaze slide away from the simple gift Lewiwood had presented.
His eyes caressed his grandson’s face as he paused in contemplation.
What would Fasayen be like then?
“Next, it’s my turn!”
It was the reckless Mikard who shattered his contemplation.
“Grandfather! Look at this!”
Among all his children and grandchildren, this was the first one who spoke to him so casually without hesitation.
He neither feared nor was intimidated by him.
He simply treated him as “Grandfather.”
Sometimes, that struck him as truly remarkable.
“Grandfather, how about this? Isn’t it splendid!”

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