The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 193

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【Interlude Chapter 25】
That wedding became the talk of high society for years to come.
The aisle was woven from gold, and surrounding it were flowers crafted from diamonds.
Kaiser spared no expense in decorating the wedding venue—it was so lavish that when sunlight poured down, the brilliance was blinding, making it impossible to see ahead.
And there, in that place, stood the most wretched bride in all the world.
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“…Ah.”
It had been so long since I dreamed of a wedding.
‘I felt such longing.’
Fingers pale as dough kneaded by hand moved slowly.
The platinum-haired boy, who had been bending his joints and testing his muscles, raised his upper body with excruciating slowness.
Even such a simple motion was difficult, yet not impossible.
After waiting a moment, sensation gradually returned to my body, like spring buds unfurling.
I savored that tingling sensation, lingering in the dream.
A face I could now see only in dreams.
‘How did you manage to escape from me?’
Laximon is a bloodline obsessed with their Companion.
I could sense her wherever she was, whatever she was doing—but from the day she vanished, that connection severed.
Iona simply… evaporated.
‘In this timeline, I cannot track the flow of your soul.’
I returned, but it remains the same.
Unlike that sweet dream, this is reality.
‘A reality without you.’
My chest tears with unbearable pain.
This is why I didn’t want to return.
‘Even watching you hate me, I wished to live forever in the past.’
Sorrow flickered across the boy’s face, then faded.
It’s fine.
I will reclaim her.
If her soul had been destroyed, I would have felt it.
If she had died, I would have felt that too.
‘How could you vanish despite my constant vigilance? I’ll ask you that when I find you again.’
There is no other choice.
Even when I returned to the past and tried desperately to prevent this future, I could not.
The boy brushed his long, tangled hair back carelessly and rose from the casket.
Those waiting held their breath and raised both hands above their heads.
“Our living god!”
“God!”
“God!”
How primitive they are.
A chill flashed across the Platinum-haired Boy’s eyes.
But that too was fleeting.
Right now, he needed these pointed-eared creatures.
The Platinum-haired Boy cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
The pointed ears of those awaiting the resurrected cult leader’s first words trembled with anticipation.
“The end of the world draws near.”
His voice was childlike, yet no one laughed.
They all believed in this religion with genuine conviction.
“It is humanity’s fault. Humans who desecrate nature and know not gratitude must be exterminated.”
“Your words are righteous, Osirian!”
“The Earth Spirit King, the Water Spirit King, the Air Spirit King—they are the three supreme spirits that compose this world. We must find and bring forth the saint blessed by these three supreme spirits.”
In truth, it was all nonsense.
What mattered was who this entity was, dressed up in the respectable guise of a “saint.”
The Platinum-haired Boy’s pupils gleamed with predatory sharpness.
“My eyes perceive it. The blessing of the three supreme spirits falls upon the Fasayen Family.”
“…!”
“Superti Fasayen. She shall be our saint.”
Ahhhhhhh!!
The Elves who had received this revelation shrieked with joy.
Looking down upon their pathetic display, he stretched languidly.
This body was the perfected form born after countless failures in creating humanoid chimeras.
Because of this, there were no issues with bone movement, blood flow, or heartbeat—nothing was amiss.
‘I’m uncertain whether this body can grow like a normal human, but it’s better than the last one.’
In truth, even if it couldn’t grow, that posed no problem.
He had simply chosen a child’s form because it was more time-efficient.
Even if it took ten years, he had planned to reconstruct an adult male body.
And perhaps—just perhaps—might Iona come to favor him more as a boy?
She was the sort of woman who fussed over small, fragile, and useless things.
He left the still-rampaging Elves behind and moved to another location with only his executives.
In the past, he had moved about with ease using magic, but this body imposed constraints on his magical use.
Laximon’s magic only obeys when Laximon’s blood flows through it.
‘Tsk, I never realized mana could be so stubbornly willful.’
There was nothing to be done about it.
Especially since, about a year ago, he had overextended his magic while procuring critical materials.
By coercing uncooperative mana to cast a massive spell, the body he had been using at the time burst open, bleeding from seven orifices.
Since that too had been a prototype for constructing this body, it posed no significant problem.
Only the fact that he had to sleep for a year was somewhat vexing.
‘Still, my mind is not without optimism.’
Had his progress not been substantial?
Starting from animal chimeras, he had gradually progressed to humanoid ones, and thereafter had dispatched them to various locations to ascertain where the materials he needed could be found.
Even that required time—tedious and monotonous as it was—I endured it nonetheless.
Truly, no small feat of perseverance.
‘At last, I’ve obtained the most crucial ingredient.’
Within the enormous crystal.
The platinum-haired boy smiled faintly as he gazed upon the silver-haired woman sleeping within it.
‘They say she’s the greatest beauty in this realm now?’
To his eyes, she paled beside Iona, but regardless—such was the claim, and that suited him well enough.
‘Abducting her from Bellarium Territory would have been impossible, so I had to wait until the Friendly Competition was held.’
That territory’s magical defenses were surprisingly formidable.
In my former body, such barriers would have posed no obstacle, but having lost that original form, I had no choice.
‘After all the suffering I endured to obtain this, surely Iona will be pleased with her new vessel.’
If she heard of the trials I underwent to reclaim her, perhaps this time she would finally open her heart to me.
These were merely his hopes, yet the boy believed them with absolute sincerity.
‘Truth be told, I even considered going back in time and avoiding meeting your sister—the one whose name I can no longer recall.’
All that mattered was meeting Iona.
So at first, I went directly to Lanton Territory and met her.
I avoided all the gaudy attire and ornaments she despised, pretending instead to be a woodcutter or farmer.
But it was useless.
Viju did not respond, and we could not become Companions.
So I wound time back again.
I slept alongside my sister once more, cared for her so she would not die, and then met Iona.
But this time, it was the same.
I received only contempt, and we could not become Companions.
So I wound time back yet again.
This time, much further back.
I did not gamble, drink, or smoke.
I lived virtuously, avoided Celia Lenton, and went to meet Iona.
Yet still, Viju did not respond.
My mind nearly shattered—we could not be bound together.
So I wound time back again.
But nothing I did mattered.
No matter what I attempted, I could only become Companions with Iona if I met her as though I had already encountered her before.
After repeating this endless cycle of time-rewinding for so long that I lost count and memory alike, I finally understood.
Ah, it is futile.
That meeting between you and me—it was perfect in itself.
The time and moment ordained by Fate.
That very instant is what binds us together, what makes us truly ourselves.
In the end, I decided to return to the original timeline.
Exhausted though I was, my mind remained clear and my heart felt light.
If what binds us as Companions is hatred, then how can one say it is not love?
No, who would dare make such a claim?
Everything he does is love.
‘It doesn’t matter where you fled. If I summon the you from the past into this body, that’s all that matters.’
That was the answer Kaiser had circled back to find.
If he couldn’t change something in the past, why not simply summon Iona from after Viju had already bound her?
“But for that, he absolutely needed an Awakener with temporal abilities.”
It was possible for him to twist spacetime through magic and journey to the past.
But extracting a person from a past timeline and grafting them into the present—that was impossible.
That’s why that ridiculous story about the three spirit kings came up earlier.
‘The final material for Iona’s resurrection. I’ve finally found it.’
Temporal abilities were so dangerous depending on how they were wielded that only one person in this world possessed them, or so it was said.
He had learned this through countless investigations of his own.
But he didn’t know who held that precious power.
Not until someone used time to rewind and prevent the catastrophe he had unleashed.
‘Superti Fasayen.’
It would be difficult to obtain by force.
Especially since his beloved son was protecting her.
Besides, Superti Fasayen had lost that power now.
‘It seems the ability manifests through the Jellyfish, and all of that has vanished.’
But patience would suffice.
What if, in the meantime, she became known as a saint of this religion?
What if he discovered that he possessed Diolrose Bellarian?
The Platinum-haired Boy gazed at his reflection in the crystal and smiled once more.
A smile utterly mad, suffused with lunacy.
『The Youngest’s Childcare Entertainment Show is Adorable』
Interlude concluded.

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