The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 183

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【Interlude Chapter 15】
In the serpent’s vision, an Altar came into view.
Elves surrounded the Altar, their hands extended forward as they offered their prayers.
It seemed they were refraining from attacking because of this ritual….
What could possibly be more important than assaulting humans?
‘I need to see the offering.’
If there were a person on the Altar, I could understand, but the broad, flat stone held no one.
So something was definitely there—just not a person.
Cecilia manipulated the serpent with a flick of her fingertips, drawing it closer with meticulous care.
Moving with such deliberate caution that the frenzied Elves wouldn’t notice, she finally drew near enough to discern what lay upon the Altar.
“…!”
Astonishingly, the Altar was hollow inside.
It resembled a coffin more than anything, and within it lay… a boy.
The child wore plain, unmarked garments and possessed golden hair that cascaded to his ankles.
His eyelashes were equally long, and a small mole adorned the tip of his nose.
Resting upon his chest, his two hands held together a pristine white flower—what was it called?
Every aspect of him was so peculiar that I couldn’t pinpoint where the strangeness began.
At first glance, there was nothing amiss, and yet something was fundamentally wrong.
‘Repulsive.’
Why?
He was merely a boy, so why did my stomach churn and my throat constrict with nausea?
Cecilia was seized by a sudden terror.
An absolute certainty that this arrogant-looking child must never awaken.
That baseless conviction swept through her mind like ice water.
Yet all Cecilia possessed in her grasp was a fragile serpent.
‘That is undoubtedly a great evil.’
Should I have the serpent bite through his throat? Or coil around his neck and suffocate him?
Her reason, which should have remained cold, grew increasingly numb.
As the impulse to eliminate him swelled within her, Cecilia suddenly realized something.
‘Am I… paralyzed by fear right now?’
What could this boy possibly be to terrify me so completely?
Even filtered through the serpent’s vision, the dread persisted.
I wanted to hesitate and retreat, to turn and flee without looking back.
Surrounding the pallid, sleeping boy like a corpse were countless white flowers.
As though those blossoms held profound significance.
‘The language of white flowers meant… “until we meet again,” didn’t it?’
A flower of rare coloration that bloomed so seldom. To deliberately pluck so many and fill the coffin with them suggested deliberate meaning.
That was precisely what sent chills down my spine.
A boy, no less.
To use flowers bearing such meaning for a child?
That was when it happened.
“Gasp!”
Had I gasped too loudly in my panic?
One of the Elves, madness gleaming in her eyes, seized the serpent’s throat in a vice grip.
“What is this thing doing here?”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“There’s a suspicious snake….”
Elves possessed exceptional attunement with animals.
One careless moment and they might discover her presence behind the serpent.
Cecilia severed the shared vision just before their eyes could meet, withdrawing her consciousness.
But I couldn’t block out the sensation of my neck snapping.
“Are you alright?”
“Gasp, gasp… aaaah, aaaaah!”
“Cecilia! Come to your senses!”
Returning to my original body, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding, only to spiral into hyperventilation.
Hamilton, startled, opened his eyes as he tried to calm Cecilia, and with a sharp crack, he turned to stone.
The Knights who rushed in with a cry of alarm suffered the same fate, and soldiers outside swarmed in with a commotion.
“Are you alright!”
“Commander, His Excellency!”
“Shall we bring you water?”
“W-we’ll just pour water in. Or do you need alcohol instead?”
Even if they turned to stone, they would release them anyway.
Knowing this, the Camp Soldiers here neither feared nor cursed Cecilia’s ability.
Even though her inability to contain her emotions had caused harm, they worried about her condition rather than curse her.
Hearing their genuine concern, Cecilia finally released the hair she’d been tearing at and opened her hoarse throat to speak.
“I’m fine. Withdraw. I’ll release those who’ve turned to stone.”
“Understood. Please, take care of yourself! It’s an odd greeting for a place like this, but….”
As Cecilia gradually composed herself, she released the petrification from those around her, lost in thought.
What exactly had I seen?
Could it have been a phantom?
If not, was it a sacrifice then, or a person?
Or perhaps a humanoid chimera?
Why wouldn’t this nauseating feeling fade?
‘I must inform Father.’
I couldn’t find answers alone.
Fortunately, seeing the Elves in their frenzy, it seemed no one would die today and things would pass quietly, but that brought no joy.
Every night someone lost their life, and others were captured by the Elves, never to return—I was sick of it.
“Fire arrows!! Fire arrows incoming!”
I thought it would be fine, but the moment the morning sun rose, the attack began.
It was a method of assault I’d believed the Elves would never employ, for they despised the destruction of nature by fire.
“She’s completely lost her mind.”
Cecilia murmured softly as she draped a teal-blue cloak over her shoulders and stepped forward.
Flaming arrows tore through the dusky sky, raining down relentlessly.
Wizards rushed out to erect barriers, while Knights gripped their swords with dark circles shadowing their eyes.
And so another day of war dawned.
The nobles living comfortably in safe places would never know of such days.
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“Why does this feel so unsettling?”
In the Laksimon of Dawn.
At the highest floor of the Magic Tower built in the Land of Brilliant Sun, a beautiful platinum-haired boy tilted his head in puzzlement.
“Something feels terribly off….”
Rasifer murmured softly as he set down his carving knife and rose from his seat.
The ornate room was now in complete disarray.
Dozens of wooden pieces were stacked in one corner, ruining the interior decoration, while carving knives and thin wood shavings scattered across the floor.
Normally, Rasifer would never tolerate such messiness, but oddly enough, he didn’t mind now.
These carvings were all gifts, after all.
For one person in the world—Superti—it didn’t matter how dirty the room became.
“Hey.”
Rasifer’s personal space was located within the New Product Research Laboratory, where only the most brilliant geniuses gathered.
Though not particularly spacious, if more room was needed, he could simply open a subspace with magic, so it hardly mattered.
Besides, being here allowed him to command the brilliant mages—or rather, slaves—of the upper floors under his authority.
When he called out, his voice echoed loudly through the research lab.
Whoever was closest had to rush in immediately.
“Yes, you called for me?”
“Find me texts on dark magic.”
His intuition was screaming at him.
Rasifer didn’t know much about dark magic himself.
Honestly, any respectable mage would naturally never open a dark magic tome in their lifetime.
‘I’m not respectable, so I’ve already seen them before… but strangely, I feel like I need to review them again.’
Rasifer possessed a sixth sense.
His keen nature and body sensitive to the world’s currents, combined with a far broader perception than ordinary people, resonated simultaneously to warn him of danger.
Though extremely subtle, he felt certain he would need this knowledge someday, so he began devouring dark magic texts.
‘I already know this part, and this section too. But there’s nothing that feels absolutely necessary.’
How strange.
Rasifer, lost in thought, rose to his feet.
Normally he avoided going out because it was bothersome, but this time was different.
He had to discover the identity of this sticky, unpleasant wind whose origin he couldn’t determine.
‘I can’t gauge the direction. Something is definitely there, and I’m certain it will annoy me in the future, yet….’
Rasifer, muttering inwardly, swept the books stacked against one wall crashing down.
Then what appeared was a World Map.
“I wonder which country would be nice to visit.”

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