The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 182

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【Interlude 14】
As Ramses spoke, he recalled the small child with those wide, round eyes.
The memory of how furious she’d been at losing the bet made him chuckle.
Anyone could see she was a cherished child.
It wasn’t merely a matter of her household.
Her parents, siblings, cousins—everyone adored her without exception.
She possessed that distinctive confidence and self-assurance that only a beloved child could radiate.
Even when teased and jested with, she showed a resilience that suggested her spirit would never be dampened.
‘It was fascinating. Especially those mysterious beings. Jinn, was it?’
In the beginning, there was fire.
Jinn were sacred entities born from the soot and smoke of that primordial flame—largely invisible to the eye, yet undeniably present.
They were masters of sorcery and magic, aiding humans with their peculiar powers, yet equally capable of tormenting them.
Those Jinn who favored humans were benevolent, though some harbored contempt for mankind.
It fell to the Desert Sorcerers to vanquish such malevolent Jinn.
‘That child seemed to have particularly powerful Jinn bound to her.’
As a guardian of the desert dragon, I could sense it.
Someone was protecting her.
Though invisible, their presence was unmistakable—and there were many of them.
‘They enveloped the little one without a single gap.’
Solid as a shield, or rather, a fortress.
I wanted to continue our conversation, intrigued as I was, but retrieving the Eyes of Udjat took precedence.
‘Besides, I cannot remain near her now. My presence could bring her harm.’
Ramses rose from the sofa, his gaze sharpening. Aman, reading the shift, quickly crawled beneath the table.
‘Three, two, and one.’
Boom!!
Despite being underground, everything trembled violently.
Flames erupted across Ramses’s entire form—solar heat incarnate—yet he remained unscathed even as he breathed fire.
“Come then, you tiresome vermin.”
Assassins rushed at him whenever he sought rest.
For two years now, he’d been killing them one after another, pursuing the location where the Eyes of Udjat called to him.
He was growing weary, but surrender was not an option.
“Die!”
“Such tedious dialogue.”
Five seconds.
That was the extent of the future he could perceive now.
Even if his brothers came themselves, the odds favored him—assassins were trivial.
Flames so intense they could incinerate a man erupted forth.
Yet those flames never singed even a hair of those bound to him by the Alliance Oath Ceremony.
“Phew, it’s hot today. This place was rather pleasant… but I must leave soon.”
A moment passed.
Aman crawled out from under the table and brushed the ash from his clothes.
Though he knew fire couldn’t harm him, assassins’ attacks were another matter entirely—hiding whenever danger struck had become second nature.
“This is better than cleaning all that up. We should leave soon.”
“Yes! Where are we headed this time?”
“Finally, we cross the Sea. We’ve come this far to Sineria—let’s pass through Fasayen and cross over to Belarion. The Idrask Empire is our next destination.”
“Wow, this really is a world tour.”
Ramses, holding Aman’s hand, chanted an incantation.
Seconds later, a gust of wind swept through, leaving only two handfuls of sand where the two boys had stood.
It was an event hidden from the world, occurring on a certain night.
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Meanwhile, in a region far to the east of Sineria.
In a camp some distance from the Ash-gray Forest, the domain of Other Races, the melancholic songs of homesick soldiers echoed through the night.
“Tch, there’s no way I’m getting proper sleep tonight either.”
The sky was thick with clouds, the moonlight devoured by darkness.
Somewhere in this world there must be peace, but such blessings certainly did not exist here.
Carried on the harsh wind came the scent of blood and death.
The stench of rotting corpses was so vile it made one retch.
It was the kind of stench that seemed unforgettable upon first encounter, yet now there wasn’t a single soldier who couldn’t eat despite it.
Cecilia was no exception.
It had been years since her deployment to the Battlefield.
Not returning home meant she had long since forgone the dresses and jewels she once adored, and the pleasures of High Society.
Yet Cecilia no longer pursued such things.
At first, she had felt wronged and bitter, but now… she understood how grave the situation truly was.
“I’m counting on you.”
Cecilia wrapped a message around the serpent’s neck and stroked its head with her fingertips.
The serpent, as if understanding her words, flicked its tongue and vanished swiftly into the darkness.
“Sigh.”
Having finished sending the secret letter to Fasayen, Cecilia leaned back in her chair with a weary expression.
Only a single dim lamp burned atop the plain, worn desk.
There were no paintings or sculptures to be seen anywhere.
Only damp air and unwashed bedding.
“Cecilia, may I come in for a moment?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve come to report. There’s been no significant activity from the Forest side yet.”
“Don’t let your guard down. It’s a moonless night. They have the advantage over us.”
When Cecilia first arrived at the Battlefield, she had not been treated this way.
Everyone had doubted and looked down upon her.
But now, years later, Cecilia’s position had risen considerably.
The power of Medusa she possessed proved invaluable on the Battlefield.
Though it could petrify even Allied Forces, Cecilia could undo it whenever she wished.
The soldiers who had turned to stone just before death wore bewildered expressions when they came back to life after the battle ended.
Then they wept, and afterward they sang Cecilia’s praises.
That’s simply how battlefields work, isn’t it?
Even if you’re wounded in combat, you receive treatment and must return to face death again.
But to turn to stone instead?
And only to be released after the battle concludes?
It was as good as gaining an extra day of life.
Thus Cecilia rose to an important position, wielding her abilities to their fullest.
To think I would gain the sense of becoming an “important person”—something I had yearned for throughout my life in High Society—here on the battlefield instead.
It was somewhat absurd, but I didn’t dislike it.
Protecting those who followed me, receiving looks of trust… it all suited my taste.
“I’m relieved that the serpents you’ve given us, Cecilia, are fulfilling their role admirably.”
“My serpents obey only my commands.”
There was one more reason Cecilia had earned such trust.
A second ability derived from Medusa’s power.
The ability to command serpents.
Messenger birds proved useless on this battlefield.
Elves are a race of exceptional archers.
No matter how far you send them, they somehow know and shoot them all down—but serpents were different.
They moved quietly under cover of darkness, making them impossible for the enemy to catch.
Now the Allied Forces camp communicated almost entirely through serpents.
“What of preparations against surprise attacks?”
“I’ve confirmed everything is in order.”
The one reporting to Cecilia was this camp’s vice-commander.
Currently, Cecilia was this camp’s commander.
“Guard me for a moment. I’ll observe through the serpents’ eyes.”
“Understood. Today should be the perfect time for them to strike, yet there’s been no movement—which is strange indeed.”
“We need to find out what they’re plotting.”
Cecilia closed her eyes.
Her teal hair rose strand by strand, then intertwined with itself, transforming into serpents.
The vice-commander immediately closed his eyes and gripped his sword’s hilt.
Vice-commander Hamilton Rockspeller was from a renowned Knight Family, dispatched from the Imperial Palace itself.
In terms of pure martial strength, Hamilton was naturally superior.
He was even capable of protecting her with his eyes closed.
‘Serpents, share your vision with me.’
Trusting Hamilton in this way, Cecilia quietly surveyed her surroundings.
One serpent had already ventured not just around the camp’s perimeter, but deep into the Black Forest.
She couldn’t send many, as they’d be killed instantly if their movements seemed suspicious, but even one was better than nothing.
And it was a creature that would never betray her, unable to reveal the Allied Forces’ situation to anyone.
‘What is that?’

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