The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 184

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【Interlude Chapter 16】
The Twin-Headed Dragon Continent.
People called this land, where the Baratheum Empire was situated, by that name.
Baratheum was positioned where the dragon’s left wing appeared to be, and near the tail lay the Impertoura Empire.
The desert nation of Murashah was located toward the belly.
The Holy Empire Whithirian occupied the right wing.
At the dragon’s head stood the Dracanskul Kingdom.
The neutral country of Mondal was wedged between all these nations, serving as a buffer zone among them.
‘The Holy Empire would certainly know how to counter black magic.’
But they wouldn’t understand black magic itself.
Since holy power was antithetical to it, even a single application of holy power could obliterate most black magic.
‘Beyond the sea from the Baratheum Empire lie the Idrask Empire, West Grifful, and East Grifful.’
Further ahead lay the Mado Empire Quaion.
‘I should visit the Holy Empire too. Since it borders Laximon anyway, it won’t be difficult to make the trip.’
Yet why did it feel as though the answers wouldn’t be found there?
Squinting in frustration, he soon closed both eyes. Then he followed where his hand led him.
An aura rippled across Rasifer’s entire body as he surrendered everything to instinct and intuition.
Though still a young boy, there was no oppressive weight to it—yet it was an extraordinarily mystical sight.
His platinum-blonde hair, of fine quality, fluttered in the energy rising from his body.
As Rasifer took a step forward with his lips relaxed rather than tightly pursed, the wood grain scattered about him suddenly swirled upward.
‘Show me where I need to go.’
Rasifer trusted only himself.
He served no god, yearned for no grand truth, coveted no supernatural existence.
What he believed in was this morning’s weather, a delicious meal savored, the satisfaction that came from wearing clothes he liked and doing what he wished.
Small contentments accumulated to make him who he was today, and through that fullness, Rasifer could keep himself abundantly satisfied.
From that contentment arose his self-conviction, and his unwavering self-conviction granted his power its uniqueness.
“Here it is.”
He lifted his long eyelashes and confirmed the place his index finger was pointing to.
‘The Idrask Empire.’
What would unfold here?
Though I didn’t know what I would find, I decided to depart toward where my intuition pointed.
‘Besides, there’s still quite some time before I see Superti again, so this is perfect timing to pass the hours.’
This ominous energy I felt today was certainly connected to her.
Just in case it could have adverse effects on Superti later, I should prepare in advance.
“I’m going to Idrask, so get ready.”
“Pardon?”
“You, you, and you. Prepare for travel.”
“…??”
First he suddenly demanded they bring black magic texts, and now he burst through the door making demands—the mages’ jaws dropped at Rasifer’s tyrannical behavior.
“Idrask, suddenly? Did you have a dream or some—”
One of the braver mages dared to ask a question, but Rasifer dismissed it entirely.
The three individuals he’d singled out were eccentrics even among this gathering of geniuses.
Two of them possessed far deeper understanding of dark magic than their peers. The third had a mother from Idrask.
He’d selected them deliberately after careful consideration—not arbitrarily.
“So should I just go alone then? Sending a child by himself… the world’s become quite heartless, hasn’t it?”
“No… it’s not that we… we’re just so shocked…”
The mage who’d asked the question blinked rapidly, stammering.
Rasifer kept his fierce gaze fixed while crossing his arms sharply and tapping his foot.
“How long has it been since my master was kidnapped and returned? And you’d send me alone? All the way to that distant land? Somewhere I’ve never been before?”
“No, that’s… that’s not what we meant…”
Unfair!
Absolutely unfair!
This was the unanimous sentiment of every mage currently at the Top of Mage Tower.
‘Wait, you deliberately got yourself kidnapped back then! Who didn’t know that!’
In truth, the mages were secretly delighted.
Whether out of boredom or because they’d been thinking of someone to torment, a “kidnapping” meant they’d be away from the tower for quite some time, wouldn’t it?
‘What a nasty temperament! Look at him throwing his weight around.’
‘This young tower master is causing absolute chaos!’
‘My research! When am I supposed to do my research! Argh! Why so suddenly! What possessed him to mention Idrask of all places. Do you know how far that is!’
The three designated mages grabbed the backs of their necks in bewilderment.
But what could they truly do?
Rasifer was only ten years old.
Genius or not, he was still a child—and yes, he genuinely did need a guardian.
After all, minors couldn’t legally cross the sea on their own.
The Idrask Empire was ruled by a tyrant.
They could cross the sea with magic recklessly enough, but once they set foot on that continent, they wouldn’t see anything pleasant.
‘Sigh.’
The three selected mages exchanged glances with one another.
Unable to sigh openly, they stifled their sighs internally and posed their final desperate question.
“Then when shall we depart? Travel preparations require considerable time…”
“One hour from now.”
“Pardon?? What? Wow, your personality is really… I mean, we need at least a full day!”
We have to prepare a ship!
We have to load provisions!
We have to check the weather and—wait, there’s so much to do!
We’ll need to bring our research materials as well.
“Aren’t you mages? If you need something, make it. Can’t you three even create a single ship?”
But Rasifer showed no mercy.
Instead, he raised his eyebrows.
Truthfully, even one hour seemed too long to him.
All the mages who work in the Tower’s Top Floor Research Laboratory possess their own personal subspaces.
They’ve stocked kitchens and provisions within them, naturally.
Some of them even cultivate fields and write papers on efficient farming methods within their subspaces.
“Stop your whining and get out there to build a ship.”
“…How much… how much magical power would that even require….”
“Research budget cut.”
“I’m going! Right away, I should hurry!”
All their research funding comes from the Laximan Family.
Rasifer was the one who approved the research expense documents.
Honestly, conducting whatever research I wanted without a single worry about money and enjoying such luxury—all of it was thanks to Laximan, after all.
“But wouldn’t it be better to just go to the harbor right now, buy an extra ship, and summon it?”
“Then we’d get caught. The fact that she specifically said one hour means she’s blocking that possibility entirely. You can’t remove the smell of the sea, after all.”
“Doesn’t it seem like she’s just being stubborn because she doesn’t want to deal with the stench clinging to her, demanding we create a new ship instead?”
It was natural that High Academy students could gossip and curse when the Professor wasn’t around.
The three unfortunate mages who put their heads together worked hard—not cursing, but rather worrying.
How could they create a plausible ship for four people to ride?
“Geographically, if we depart from Laximan, we have to go through the Dracanskul Kingdom to reach Idrask.”
“That’s right…. Sigh, the waters of the Dracanskul bastards are… full of pirates….”
“I wish I could go to Fasayen and beg on my knees. Ask them to wipe out those pirate bastards.”
Only sighs escaped in this situation.
But what was even more frustrating was something else.
If they squeezed out the magical power of all three of them, creating something from nothing wasn’t impossible.
And after doing so, their magical abilities would actually improve significantly.
Though they’d be extremely exhausted and in considerable pain afterward.
Then Rasifer would tsk disapprovingly, reproaching them for having so little magical power.
It wounded their pride, but it wasn’t wrong either.
In the eyes of the genius of the century, Rasifer, even they were ordinary—what could they say? There was nothing to refute.
“Let’s just do it. Time’s running out.”

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