The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 181

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【Interlude Chapter 13】
“I felt a strange energy surge here just now. Tosil! Are you alright?”
“Older Brother!”
“What is this? It’s still hot… and it disappears leaving only sand behind?”
Mikard knelt on one knee, examining the sand in his palm, his expression darkening.
I remained utterly bewildered.
“A Mrashai was here?”
“Yeah. He said his name was Ramses.”
“…What?”
The moment I spoke the name, competitive fervor blazed across Mikard’s face.
“Do you know him?”
“No, I’ve only heard the name. Ramesses Mrashai.”
Wait, if the nation’s name comes after the personal name… hmm?
“Could he be a prince?”
“Yeah. In that country, they call him a Khan’s descendant. They call their king a Khan.”
“Oh no.”
So I really was a bit presumptuous just now….
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ says that since Ramesses Mrashai wasn’t displeased, it doesn’t matter.]
Well, that’s reassuring.
I scratched my cheek and glanced cautiously around the area.
There doesn’t seem to be anything suitable to give Elzen. Should I head out soon?
‘But what exactly is the Eyes of Udjat?’
I’ll have to look it up when I get home.
If the Mrashai prince insisted he absolutely had to possess it, it must be something incredibly important—
‘I can just ask Grandfather!’
Murashah was a country situated even below Mondal, making it utterly unfamiliar to me.
Though many tourists visit Fasayen, I’d never once seen anyone from Murashah.
Of course, people from Fasayen probably don’t travel all the way to Murashah either.
“What a shame. Our affinities are completely opposite—I would’ve loved to test myself against him!”
“Your affinities are opposite to Mrashai people?”
“Yeah, that too. We’re sea people, after all. Especially the Fasayen Direct Line—our very souls are like waves, destined to return to the sea upon death.”
“I see.”
I knew that well enough.
We left the shop and walked slowly onward.
As we did, Mikard continued his explanation with animated enthusiasm.
“The Mrashai people are like grains of sand. They’re those who’ve received the essence of the desert. Some even believe that when they die, they return to the desert and become desert rats or rattlesnakes.”
“Wow.”
“It’s a country where rain almost never falls, so the air is always dry. If I went to that land, even I would struggle to use my power effectively. Breathing itself would be difficult there.”
Fasayen’s greatest strength naturally lay in the sea.
Naval combat was my specialty!
But a desert battle… yeah, that sounds tough.
We learned that within Fasayen’s Territory, blessed by the Ancestor Whale, we are at our healthiest and strongest.
“Ah, I couldn’t find anything worth buying. What should I do?”
“I couldn’t decide either.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to go back to Fasayen and think about it.”
Buying a gift for Elzen was a failure.
But it was fun.
I actually made a bet with the prince of Murashah!
‘Since I already took it, it would be nice if I used it well.’
Even though I stole it.
Back home, I completely forgot about Murashah and ate dinner happily.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ murmurs.]
[Will this be a fleeting connection, or something more….]
* * *
A starlit blue night.
A tall boy removed his hood and descended into the basement of a building.
His steps were quiet and secretive, like a serpent dwelling in the desert moving once night falls.
“You’ve arrived.”
“Yes.”
The unadorned door looked as though it would never open, standing firm and unyielding.
But the moment the boy stood before it, it swung open, and another boy of similar age poked his head out.
“Have you found the item, Your Highness?”
“Yes, I’ve recovered it. Though there was some rather amusing commotion.”
The subordinate took the robe the boy had removed and followed attentively, attending to him with a relieved expression.
Ramesses Mrashai.
One of the twelve successors left by the previous Khan.
The most promising Khan candidate and the sole guardian recognized by the desert Dragon.
Yet even so, the throne did not easily roll into Ramesses’ hands.
Five brothers were joining hands to assassinate him.
He could sit upon a throne reeking of fraternal bloodshed, but that wasn’t the immediate priority.
Recovering the Eyes of Udjat scattered across the world came first.
To evade the tiresome assassination attempts, Ramesses had crossed the border.
“Here.”
As Ramesses tossed the Eye of Udjat, his subordinate Aman quickly caught it with both hands.
“Just holding this feels heavy. I can sense its power.”
“Of course. Only those born in the desert understand the true value of this object.”
“Yes. Let me see… we’ve now gathered five eyes.”
Aman opened a black chest with handles and carefully placed the fifth Eye of Udjat inside.
Meanwhile, Ramesses collapsed onto a shabby sofa and placed a hand to his forehead.
“Thank goodness. Only two left now.”
“Yes. At this pace, you should be able to recover the rest soon.”
“This one was easy. I had a hunch it was in Sineria, so I initially wondered if the previous owner had buried it underwater.”
The Eyes of Udjat.
It was an ancient treasure of Mrashai.
Originally seven pieces forming a single artifact, and when all were gathered, the wearer would gain the ability to see the future.
It wasn’t some trivial wager—it granted an absurdly advantageous position in combat.
“My older brother is a troublesome opponent, so I’ll need to face him only after I’ve obtained the complete future sight.”
“Yes. Currently, you can only see about five seconds ahead.”
“Better than four seconds. I can feel how increasingly advantageous it becomes with each additional second.”
Each time one of the Eyes of Udjat was recovered, the owner gained one second of future sight.
That alone was quite useful, but I wondered how far into the future I would be able to see once I had them all.
What a dangerous power this artifact possessed—why had the ancient king tried to destroy it?
“He scattered them across the entire world, of all things.”
“Still, I don’t mind traveling alongside you, Your Majesty.”
“I know your loyalty well.”
The Eyes of Udjat had their power divided by the hand of Ulcanus, the ancient king of Mrashai.
According to records, King Ulcanus had initially attempted to destroy the Eyes of Udjat.
But the artifact’s inherent power prevented that, and the king was forced to settle on an alternative.
He prepared six additional replicas and distributed the Eyes of Udjat’s power among them.
Then he entrusted each artifact to six loyal subordinates.
He instructed them to place the artifacts somewhere people wouldn’t search for or pay attention to, wherever that might be.
He said that if any of his descendants desired them and possessed the qualifications, they would eventually find them.
After that, long ages passed, and the ancient king’s will became merely a line or two in history.
When no one even scoffed at that tale—whether legend or truth—it was at this very moment.
Ramses had acquired the “qualifications.”
Permission to seize and use the Eyes of Udjat.
Of course, the finding had to be accomplished through his own power.
“The time I crawled into the volcano was the most dreadful.”
“Ah, I hope that doesn’t happen again. Even if it was just a dormant volcano.”
“I got covered in soot terribly. The sulfur smell didn’t fade for a month.”
“What kind of lunatic subordinate thought to bury an artifact in a volcano? Honestly… making my master suffer like this.”
The princes of Mrashai each had a subordinate of similar age assigned to them from birth.
Friend, subordinate, and companion all at once.
Those who would share success and ruin together.
Around the age of ten, they would undergo a blood oath ceremony, and once that happened, the subordinate could never lie to their master.
The moment they spoke a falsehood, their soul would be bound by a curse that crushed their heart.
Therefore, the master could trust their subordinate completely.
“But you mentioned rather pleasant commotion? What happened?”
“I encountered the Little Lady. I’m not sure how she knew, but she seized one of the Eyes of Udjat almost simultaneously with me.”
“What? So that’s why?”
“You challenged me to a wager. How very Mrashai of you.”

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