The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 190

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【Interlude Chapter 22】
Sometimes I want to laugh like a madwoman, and most of the time I want to weep and wail.
I resent my family for leaving me alone, yet I shake my head at such thoughts.
No. As long as I’m alive, I can still have my revenge.
XX Month, XX Day.
I was suddenly dismissed.
What am I to do now?
The Lady suggested I return to my hometown.
She said I was mistaking some unknown child for Kaiser’s offspring, that I needed medical treatment or rest in my hometown.
That simply cannot be true… In a moment of rage, I lunged at her.
The child is Kaiser’s—why do you deny it?
I cannot comprehend it.
Fortunately, the Lady was not badly injured, and she agreed to settle the matter by simply dismissing me.
She insisted I must receive psychiatric treatment.
But I am not mad.
I am not mad…
I have proof.
Having read through to that page stained with tears, Iona could discern whose golden button her sister had treasured so carefully until the moment of her death.
The golden button bore the engraving of a descending thunderbolt, and as everyone knows, the thunderbolt is the symbol that represents Laximon.
Who would dare engrave a thunderbolt upon a button in lands where Laximon’s influence holds sway?
‘It is irrefutable proof. Cecilia was not mistaken.’
Kaiser Laximan had been intoxicated—utterly senseless.
He would not have remembered Cecilia.
That was the point for which she could never be forgiven.
‘He treated so precious a child with such negligence, wounding her deeply.’
And yet he showed not a shred of remorse.
‘Repugnant.’
Scratching her arms raw, Iona straightened her spine with resolute eyes.
It took a full month merely to learn how to suppress and swallow her revulsion.
Now it was time to earnestly seek out Kaiser Laximan’s weaknesses.
“…Cecilia.”
She climbed to the Bedroom and halted before the Desk where the diary lay open.
Cecilia’s diary always revealed this page.
Each letter felt as though it carved into her chest, yet Iona did not turn away.
XX Month, X Day.
I miss my Sister.
I miss Mother and Father too.
But if I return home carrying a child who is not acknowledged… what will become of me?
Will they all despise me?
My money has run out now.
His Excellency’s child… I should eat well to provide good nutrition to the baby.
I’m not telling the Laximan Family about my pregnancy for my own sake.
You don’t have to accept me.
But the child….
Sister, what should I do now?
I need you so much….
Sister.
Sister, I’m scared.
I couldn’t even write her a letter, couldn’t go find her.
This foolish younger sister endured it all alone without asking for help.
I couldn’t forgive myself for letting it happen, and Kaiser Laximan, who carelessly got her pregnant, I wanted to tear him to shreds.
“You were scared. You suffered so much. Yet even after returning, you never showed me this diary until your dying breath. You were too kind. I’ll be angry on your behalf… so you hid this diary deep in the fireplace so I wouldn’t find it.”
Yes, I’ll take revenge, Sister.
I’ll handle it myself.
As she carefully brushed off the diary, she turned to the next page.
XX month, XX day.
My stomach hurt so much.
So, so much.
I had no choice but to find the Lady again and collapsed in front of the Mansion.
When I opened my eyes… everything was already over.
The child was gone.
I didn’t even get to name them.
I never got to hold them once.
As if they never existed, they say it’s gone.
I just… I don’t know. I don’t understand anything.
What did I do so wrong?
Cecilia’s diary written in Sol ended here.
After that were only a few scattered words scrawled by the younger sister who returned to her hometown, squeezing out her last strength.
I can feel myself growing weaker.
I think I’m going to die.
If I die, Sister and Mother and Father will all be sad….
But I’m really crazy too. I’m pathetic.
Will His Excellency be sad for me?
Will he come to my grave even once?
I wish he would come at least once.
I want to see him even like this.
I think I’ve really gone mad.
I keep hoping for something that will never happen.
Until the very end before her death, Cecilia never spoke a single word about Kaiser.
How could she possibly have done that.
How good must one be to rot away like that all alone?
‘I’m not good, so I wouldn’t know.’
I think I need to make use of this Companion thing.
In truth, the Lanton Territory was so remote that its people scarcely understood what Viju was, or what a Companion meant.
She had only read of it in books—never imagining it would happen to her.
‘Tomorrow is a rest day, so I should go to the Library and research Viju.’
Then the answer would come.
Her weary body sank into the creaking Bed, and soon she drifted into sleep.
Sleep descended upon her with unusual intensity.
“Ah, so that’s why you’re rejecting me?”
A moment later.
A man materialized before the sleeping Iona.
There was no need to unlock the door, no reason for the Window to open and close.
Within this Sol, there existed no place where Kaiser Laximan could not tread.
Connecting space to space was his specialty.
“Hmm, Celia Lenton, was it? I don’t recall. She bore my child?”
He tilted his head as he leafed through the diary.
He wanted to remember for the sake of his Companion, but genuinely nothing came to mind.
He had been drunk more than once or twice, and had slept with countless women whose names he couldn’t even distinguish.
“For now, I’m confiscating this, darling.”
He touched the furrow between Iona’s brows—which were creased in pain—and smiled tenderly before depositing the diary into the Subspace.
He had cast a spell to grant her sweet dreams, so she would sleep soundly until tomorrow.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He vanished as silently as he had come.
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The next morning, Iona awoke and discovered the diary was gone, sending her into a panic.
Where in this cramped Room could it possibly have disappeared to!
She suspected the Inn keeper had entered without permission and taken it, interrogating them, but to no avail.
At that point, something became crystalline clear to her, and she set off somewhere with venom in her eyes.
“Darling, did you come to see me?”
Bang!!
She threw open the Salon door and strode in, seizing Kaiser by the collar.
Startled gasps and murmurs followed in her wake, but she paid them no mind.
“Give it back. The diary.”
“The diary? What are you talking about?”
“Celia’s diary—you took it. It couldn’t have been anyone but you.”
“My, how suspicious. That breaks my heart.”
Bastard.
Not a single blink, just lies flowing effortlessly.
But she read the falsehood in his eyes.
How do you know?
‘Because he’s grinning like an idiot.’
There was no doubt about it.
It was circumstantial evidence, but it amounted to near certainty.
“Well then, shall I find it for you?”
“You take it and then offer to find it? That’s absurd.”
“Don’t like it? I’m the only one who could find it anyway.”
“You thieving bastard.”
“Try cursing more creatively, darling.”
She shoved Kaiser hard, then steadied her ragged breathing.
She wanted to hurl vulgar, cutting insults, but none came to mind, which only infuriated her further.
“I’ll find it. But I can’t let our dear one ask with his own lips. Still, I can’t do it empty-handed.”
“Ha!”
“Let’s go on a date. It’s your day off anyway. The weather’s beautiful too.”
This was to know the enemy.
This was a strategic move.
There was reason behind enduring this revulsion, this urge to retch.
Repeating this to herself over and over, Iona clenched her teeth and balled her fists.
“Just spend three hours with me. All right?”
“I was going to the Library anyway, so just know that.”
“The Library? Why not our House’s Study instead? Laximon’s Study has far more books.”
….
“I really won’t do anything. I’ll just let you read in peace. I want to show you our House. It’ll be yours eventually anyway.”
How could she kill him?
Iona, who had suddenly found herself heading to the Raximun Estate, prayed desperately to the gods.
Please, let her find a way today.
And that afternoon.
In Laximon’s Study, a repository of tens of thousands of volumes of knowledge.
There, Iona discovered something.

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