The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 191

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【Interlude 23】
‘This is….’
She discovered it after requesting distance from Kaiser, who clung to her like a shadow while she vented her frustrations in every way imaginable.
“Why did you bring me here if you were going to do this? Preventing me from reading? Get out. I’m leaving.”
“I’m sorry, I understand. I just loved being with you so much.”
“Get out.”
“I’ll stay by the classroom door, darling. If the library gets too overwhelming, call for me anytime.”
Kaiser ultimately settled into loitering near the classroom door.
Though the sight of him irritated her, she had finally seized a moment of concentration and wandered through the study without another word.
After all, she had followed him here with a purpose.
‘They say Laximon’s Study contains all the knowledge in existence.’
Had she truly spent the entire month merely working at the Pie Shop?
No.
Iona had been gathering information at the Pie Shop.
Once the sun set and she confirmed Kaiser had left, she pulled her hood over her head and ventured to the tavern.
There, she heard countless rumors circulating, and naturally, everyone in this place spoke endlessly about the Laximan Family.
‘If it’s here, there must surely be something I’m looking for.’
The concept of Viju. The appearance of Viju.
As Iona meticulously combed through such details, she eventually came across content describing ‘the power of the Awakeners.’
‘When Viju emerges, an extraordinary ability manifests at that very moment?’
Yet nothing had happened to her.
‘So I do possess an ability, then?’
She was curious what it could be, but there seemed to be no way to find out.
‘Offensive abilities are easy to notice. But special abilities, rare abilities—they might not reveal themselves in that moment….’
Moreover, some abilities only manifest their true worth when one dies.
It was truly unreasonable.
‘I wish I had a power that could make things go my way.’
Tap, tap.
She tapped the book cover and returned it to the shelf.
Even after that, feeling somehow unfulfilled, she wandered until she crouched in the farthest corner of the library—where the air hung thick with the musty scent of age.
It wasn’t that something was there.
Her legs simply ached.
And then, at that very moment, something caught Iona’s eye.
‘There seems to be something on the book. It’s not dust.’
She reached out absently and suddenly flinched, her brow furrowing.
‘Something pricked me.’
A thin line of blood even seeped from her index finger.
Curiosity kindled within her, and she slowly withdrew the book.
The books positioned at the lower shelves had accumulated such thick dust that no one had touched them in ages.
Not only that, but it was remarkably heavy.
Still, unwilling to call upon Kaiser, she retrieved the book alone and discovered what had been tormenting her.
‘A shard of broken mirror?’
It was so filthy that no reflection could be seen upon it, and no larger than two fingers in width.
The injury had come because this particular shard jutted outward at a sharp angle.
‘Why on earth was something like this wedged between the pages?’
Upon closer inspection, it had been lodged inside the leather binding of that heavy tome.
It could have been there for no reason at all, but hadn’t someone said otherwise?
That nothing in a Wizard’s mansion existed without purpose.
‘There’s ancient script on the back of this. And it seems to shimmer slightly.’
Even she found it difficult to decipher—characters so archaic they approached their primordial form.
‘Caution? Warning? Something like that, perhaps.’
She couldn’t fathom who had inscribed such characters upon this mirror.
“Iona, are you alright? Can we go?”
“No.”
Just then, Kaiser called out to her.
Startled, Iona responded as calmly as she could manage, then hastily shoved the mirror shard into her pocket.
After that, she deliberately removed books from the opposite bookshelf as well, so he wouldn’t know which volume she’d touched.
Whatever the reason, it was pure instinct.
The instinct that she must take this mirror shard with her.
That night.
After hurling vicious insults at a despondent Kaiser—telling him to simply drop dead—Iona returned to the inn and withdrew the mirror shard to examine it.
Having barely managed to bring it with her while keeping Kaiser distracted by his complaints about the smell of blood, it had become all the more precious.
Or perhaps, the simple fact that she had stolen something from the Laximan Family delighted her.
Regardless, if she had dealt them any harm, her mood improved considerably.
“What would constitute the perfect revenge….”
Lying listlessly upon the bed, Iona gazed absently at the mirror shard while murmuring to herself.
And in the next instant, she nearly shrieked in alarm.
Screech, screech.
Accompanied by a grotesque sound, words began to inscribe themselves upon the mirror.
And most disturbingly, they were written in ancient script of a sickly crimson—as though traced in blood.
[What manner of revenge do you desire?]
Could it be that the mirror had just answered her?
Bewildered, Iona sprang up and wiped away the dust from the mirror’s surface. The script became clearer.
Unlike the characters engraved upon the mirror’s back, these were written in ancient script she could read.
“Revenge upon Kaiser Laximan. I wish for him to break, to crumble, to suffer anguish, and to die.”
From her parted lips tumbled two words, as though she were entranced.
The pure truth of her heart.
[…I shall calculate the means by which your desired revenge may be realized….]
It truly is answering!
‘I thought I had gone mad, but I hadn’t.’
Unfortunately, not all of the text was visible. It seemed this wasn’t a complete mirror, but merely a fragment.
[The Laximan Family has a strong obsession with their Companion.]
“…!”
[…dies before his eyes, Kaiser Laximan will be unable to recover….]
Still, I could read the important passages.
Though the tone was somewhat crude and sinister, and deeply suspicious, for Iona it was almost like a ray of light breaking through darkness.
“An obsession with a Companion? Explain what that means.”
Iona was clever.
Question one: What if I humor him until he’s happiest, then suddenly die before his eyes?
Answer: Kaiser Laximan would mobilize all his magical power to resurrect her.
Question two: Then what if I attempt to take my own life?
Answer: He would prevent it. By any means necessary.
Asking questions in this manner and extracting answers, she eventually pondered so deeply that she spent the entire night awake.
‘So in the end, he cannot exist without me. His love for me is truly real, isn’t it?’
Dying before his eyes held no fear for her. From the moment she lost her entire family, she had never truly believed she was alive anyway.
When facing death, seeing his face contort would actually be satisfying.
But if he were to resurrect her, that too would be useless.
According to the mirror, Kaiser Laximan’s power could resurrect her.
That was problematic.
Even in death, there would be no escape.
Though death should come equally to all as the final end.
“Considering all these questions and answers together, what form of revenge would be most suitable in conclusion?”
When the sun rose.
As she asked beneath the pale dawn light, the mirror fragment answered as if it had been waiting all along.
[You need only continue using me.]
“What benefit does that bring you?”
[If you continue to use me, your ‘existence’ itself will become trapped within the mirror in my stead.]
“My existence trapped in the mirror? Then are you a trapped soul answering me right now?”
[It is similar, but a different concept. When trapped in the mirror, your ‘existence’ will be erased.]
Amusingly, this answer too came back in small script, and despite being a fragment, it was legible enough.
“My existence?”
[Existence information. Your body, soul, everything that comprises you is converted into information.]
“And?”
[That existence information becomes separated from the world where you live and becomes bound to the mirror.]
It was hard to fully comprehend.
Furrowing her brow, she asked once more.
“So Kaiser Laximan won’t be able to find me? Are you certain?”
As she pressed the question, words slowly appeared on the mirror.

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