The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 180

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【Interlude Chapter 12】
“Welcome in… *yawn*.”
The owner of the antique shop 【The Lost Mermaid’s Voice】 was a man who looked remarkably lazy.
“He really does look like a pirate….”
Where his right arm should have been was empty space, and his chin was covered in unkempt stubble.
A tattered red cloth was wrapped around his head, and a long scar ran across his cheek.
Anyone could see he’d weathered considerable storms in life!
And on top of that, he even had a parrot perched on one shoulder.
“Oh, so he’s a reformed pirate then?”
“Reformed?”
“Probably got caught by the Navy and had one arm cut off so he couldn’t pirate anymore.”
“Gasp.”
I’d never heard that before.
‘Not suitable for children’ rating, isn’t it!
Though to be fair, Mikard, who was explaining this, was a child himself.
“Seems like he hid away all his plundered goods and opened this antique shop….”
“Then shouldn’t he be arrested?!”
“The stolen goods from back then would have been laundered multiple times by now, so there’s nothing left to find. Opening a legitimate shop means he’s paying taxes, so unless he commits actual crimes again, there’s no grounds for arrest. He’s already paid his debt to society.”
Mikard calmly explained while brushing dust from a shelf.
I wasn’t about to be outdone, examining the grimy items around me, but they all looked genuinely… worn.
“This one’s corroding.”
“Wow.”
“It could be toxic, so don’t touch it carelessly, Tosil.”
“Got it!”
Mikard picked up a verdigris-covered incense burner, then quickly set it down while issuing the warning.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ mutters that precious items sometimes look like garbage.]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ says that one is actually real garbage.]
Ah, so I don’t need to pay attention to that incense burner.
Then I should search for other garbage-looking items!
The shop was quite spacious with several shelves.
For a child like me, it was like a maze, and I found myself grinning with delight.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ mutters something about the wall.]
Thank you!
I don’t have the eye to recognize fine antiques. But I have the Spirit Kings!
It’s truly reassuring.
Following the Luck Spirit King’s advice, I moved toward the wall.
The wall was naturally covered in shelves too, and at adult eye level there were some items that looked promising.
The lower I went, the more corroded and damaged things became… but which of these could actually be valuable?
When I picked up a vase, the Earth Spirit King informed me it was ‘counterfeit’.
Then I’d need to move forward a few more steps.
I lifted my head abruptly after passing through stones that glowed in the darkness and cloudy crystal beads, sweeping past what looked like sticks and a broken house model.
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ whispers that it’s probably here.]
[The Eye of Ujed.]
I didn’t know what it was, but I discovered a flat ornament with an eye drawn on it.
Just before I rose onto my tiptoes and reached for it to grab the ornament, a hand suddenly appeared and blocked my path.
“Oh.”
“…!”
We both grabbed the same thing at the same time!
The stranger’s hand gripped the upper part while I gripped the lower part with my thumb and index finger.
Since I had no intention of yielding the object the Luck Spirit King had pointed out, I pressed down firmly with my fingertips.
“I grabbed it first.”
The voice that came from beneath the deeply pulled hood was low and heavy.
But it was still young enough that I could tell he was a boy.
Except for his overbearing tone of voice.
“We grabbed it at the same time!”
I didn’t back down and hardened my gaze.
I didn’t want it taken from me.
“Then let’s make a bet. If you both want this.”
“Hmm.”
“That would be fair, wouldn’t it? Little one.”
“I’m not little!”
He was the same height as Older Brother Elzen!
He was smaller than Older Brother Mikard, yet he was treating me like a child.
Indignant, I silently pleaded with the Luck Spirit King.
Please help me!
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ clenches his fists.]
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ says that the other side is no pushover either.]
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ explains that he is descended from the Sun God.]
Descended from the Sun God?
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ gazes upon you.]
[Child of the Desert Heat. Son of the Sun and Mischief, born with the hottest of hearts. Guardian of the Desert Dragon.]
I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but in any case, he was impressive.
Like our Fasayen household, he came from a family that protected something.
‘Hmph, but I have the Luck Spirit King on my side. There’s no way I can lose this bet.’
In fact, whenever I played games like rock-paper-scissors with my older brothers, I always won.
“Let’s bet. And if you lose, take back calling me little, and treat me like a lady. Of course, this object becomes mine.”
“Fine, whatever.”
I was brimming with confidence born from experience.
But moments later.
“…How could this be.”
I stared blankly down at my own hand.
“You lost, didn’t you?”
“This can’t be right…”
“You have to accept it, little one.”
“Ugh!”
How infuriating!
I’m frustrated, but I can’t even argue back!
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ is feeling dejected.]
[That guy’s using a strange power. It seems related to time… he can see one step ahead.]
It’s alright, Luck Spirit King.
Don’t lose heart!
Though it’s frustrating, we played rock-paper-scissors ten times, and I lost nine of them.
There’s nothing I can do about it.
“I’ll give you credit for winning even once against me. That’s the first time I’ve seen a child do that. It’s fascinating.”
“Hmph.”
“I’m serious. The people of Murashah love gambling. I’ve never lost since I was born.”
“…Really?”
But wait a moment.
Didn’t he just say Murashah?
I was tilting my head in confusion when the boy pulled back his hood.
The fabric rustled softly.
As the cloth fell away, rich, dark skin caught my eye first.
Skin as beautiful and lustrous as chocolate—it looked as though kissed by the sun itself.
Tousled black hair and golden eyes.
His almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned, giving him a fierce appearance, yet his gaze told a different story.
It was brimming with mischief.
‘Oh… he’s beautiful.’
How do I describe it?
Well, that is to say.
‘He’s as beautiful as Rasifer.’
Gazing upon him was like admiring a meticulously crafted work of art, and for a moment, I was utterly captivated.
A golden tattoo adorned the corner of one of the boy’s eyes, and against his skin tone, it was strikingly beautiful.
“What’s the name of this young lady?”
“Superti Fasayen. And you?”
“The Guardian of Murashah.”
“That’s not a name!”
I had given him my real name in full, after all.
Feeling a surge of indignation, I glared at him, and the boy laughed brightly.
“Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m Epsilon.”
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ points out that this is also not a name.]
[Just a pronoun.]
“That’s a lie. That’s not even a name.”
The moment I read the shimmering letters, I blurted it out without hesitation.
At that, his cat-like eyes widened, and he smiled with amusement, his lips curving wickedly.
How infuriatingly charming!
“I’m curious what talent you possess to see through everything so easily. How delightful.”
“Tell me your real name.”
“Very well. Since you’ve already figured this much out, I suppose I have no choice. My name is Ramses.”
“Ramses?”
“Remember it that way. Curious outsider.”
Ramses.
What a beautiful name.
It has a similar feel to Rasifer.
‘Now that I think about it, this person is from Murashah yet speaks our language so fluently.’
The casual manner of speech comes naturally to him, almost as if it were second nature, and every gesture carries an inherent refinement.
Different customs than ours, yet the same dignity.
He must be at least the child of a high-ranking noble.
“Well then, I’ll be going.”
“Wait! You can’t just leave without paying!”
“I came to reclaim the fragment that the outsider stole, so I have no intention of paying. I’ll explain next time we meet.”
“…!”
No, wait!
If you disappear like this, it’ll look like I’m the one who stole it!
I tried to grab him, but suddenly a gust of sand whipped through the air.
When I opened my eyes again, only a handful of golden sand remained before me.
As I stared at it in dismay, Mikard appeared behind me.

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