The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 194

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Part 2, Chapter 1 (194)
Chapter 16. The Birthday of Becoming an Adult
Warm arms enveloped me.
Thump!
As my chest sank with a suffocating sensation, I exhaled a shallow breath. At that, the figure’s throat rumbled softly with laughter.
‘Who could you be?’
I cannot see their face.
All I ever feel is this warmth.
If only I could hear their voice, I might know. But they speak no words.
They merely caress me with tender affection.
The strange thing is that I, too, remain silent.
It feels as though being with them is so natural that there is no reason to harbor any questions.
Yet I have no such person in my waking life.
“….”
Large hands sweep through my hair, and then lips press against its ends.
No matter how I struggle to lift my gaze, I cannot raise my head. My eyes refuse to open.
Like someone lost in an ancient slumber, I remain motionless, listening only to the rhythm of their heartbeat.
‘Ah, a dream I wish never to wake from.’
Yet morning arrives without fail, and when the sun rises, they vanish.
A peculiar dream that began not long ago.
They were a mirage, sand that dissolves the moment it is grasped.
Sunlight that lingers nowhere, vapor that cannot be caught.
Present beside me yet simultaneously evaporating, they seem lost to me forever, yet reappear in dreams whenever I begin to forget, flaunting their existence.
‘The shape of their mouth. What could they be saying?’
The language they speak is one I do not know.
Despite learning several foreign languages for refinement, I cannot decipher it.
They whisper the same words repeatedly, and the me within the dream laughs as though I understand.
As I laugh softly, the man bows his head and presses his lips to the bridge of my nose.
Smack.
It is a world where sound should not exist, yet why can I hear this kiss?
Everything is bewildering, but dreams are not bound by the laws of physics, are they?
I smile radiantly and wrap my arms around his neck.
And we….
* * *
A melancholy melody tickled my ears, swirling all around.
In this ballroom, people wearing grotesque masks—not with eye holes but with deep, sunken indentations—gather in a circle and dance.
Unlike them, who seem buried in darkness, the center overflows with light, where a Pink-haired Woman stands.
She moves slowly, her long arms extended gracefully in time with the music.
Though she dances alone without a partner, every movement is flawless, and even a single step commands such elegance that admiration escapes unbidden.
Yet no one speaks.
Or perhaps I cannot.
The mouth beneath the mask is sewn shut.
The brilliant chandelier’s light refracted off the teardrop-shaped earrings in cascading sparkles.
The flowing white dress hem shimmered as though dusted with stardust, while the blue cloak draped with an authority that proclaimed her identity.
After circling several more times, the woman initially seemed to blend seamlessly among those wearing masks.
But in the next instant, she stopped abruptly and opened her mouth.
“Urakan.”
The moment a ‘voice’ resonated through a space where no sound but music was permitted, every head snapped toward her in unison.
Like a nightmare of the worst quality, not a single person failed to fix their gaze upon her.
Despite the terrifying situation, the woman did not shrink back.
[Fear not. I have located all the genuine humans.]
“Thank you.”
Urakan, a superior spirit of air that materialized from nowhere, unleashed a devastating tempest.
Several of the standing figures suddenly lifted skyward.
The space groaned violently at this anomaly, and those wearing masks rushed forward in eerie silence, yet the woman remained unperturbed.
“Salamander.”
This time she summoned Salamander, the superior spirit of flame.
[Leave it to me!]
The fire lizard materialized before her in an instant, and as its jaws gaped wide, flames hot enough to melt stone erupted forth.
Riding the wind, the inferno spread wider, consuming the creatures in its path.
Though the acrid stench burned her nostrils, the woman proceeded without hesitation to complete her task.
“The core?”
[Found it! It’s the chandelier!]
The final answer came from Aquilaia, the superior spirit of water in mermaid form.
Grasping the ice spear Aquilaia had conjured, the woman hurled it toward the ceiling chandelier with all her might.
Crash!
It was Urakan who ensured the crimson crystal affixed to the chandelier was struck with perfect precision.
And moments later—
Shatter!
A sound of something breaking echoed, and simultaneously, a doorway materialized beneath her feet.
“Urakan, hurry!”
[No problem, Master.]
Downward, downward.
She and all the rescued people plummeted together.
Like the dungeon’s final death throes, the descent was rapid.
But just before striking the ground, a gentle wind enveloped her body, allowing her to land slowly and safely.
“You have endured much, Miss!”
“This time it took longer than usual. Are you uninjured? We were deeply concerned!”
“Medical personnel! Quickly! The victims’ mouths are sewn shut!”
Watching the Navy soldiers who had been stationed and waiting rush forward to support the people, the woman let her gaze slide to the side.
[Quest Achieved!]
[You have destroyed the core of the A-rank Dungeon 【Nightmare Ballroom】.
Rewards are being distributed.]
As I finished reading the message, an enormous Grape Board materialized, and another “Well Done” stamp was imprinted upon it.
[🙂: 9 ▶ 10]
[Grape Board Achievement Progress: 25/30]
‘Five more to go.’
Sweeping my hair back, I glanced at my uniform that had changed at some point, then strode out with determined confidence.
It had been several years since the ‘Hand’ appeared.
Soon I would turn nineteen and become an adult—my name was Superti Rue Fasayen.
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Water, flame, air.
An unprecedented Spirit Master who had contracted with high-ranking spirits of three different elements simultaneously, and even with the Spirit King!
Rumors of Fasayen’s pink-haired Spirit Master had already spread throughout the entire Empire.
Wherever a Dungeon appears, she comes running barefoot to save people.
Not only does she refuse any compensation, but she actively supports those who have suffered from Dungeon disasters.
Rumors also spread about the Navy soldiers who traveled with Superti, and people called them the ‘Guardians of Phusis’.
“Our lady is truly amazing, isn’t she?”
“Right. She enters A-rank Dungeons alone. And she always comes out victorious!”
“I was very anxious at first… but not anymore. She really is of the Fasayen Direct Line, after all.”
That night.
After the Dungeon that had troubled them for days was finally resolved, the Navy soldiers gathered in small groups and raised their beer glasses.
There remained the treatment of those whose mouths had been sewn shut by the Dungeon, but that was the medical team’s responsibility.
It was also something the local lord needed to handle.
The role of the Navy soldiers who followed Superti was only to prevent anyone from entering the Dungeon’s perimeter and to capture any monsters that burst forth from it.
So wasn’t it right to rest now that the Dungeon had vanished?
“She just keeps getting more impressive.”
“Tch, what’s the point in saying that.”
“But what I’m curious about is… when does the lady plan to return home?”
The Navy soldiers drinking their beer suddenly fell silent.
Truthfully, they had been away from Fasayen for far too long.
Superti’s journey had begun around the time she was fifteen years old.
After that, sixteen, seventeen….
The world only grew worse, and Superti never returned home.
‘It’s not safe Fasayen that needs me—it’s the people beyond it who need my help. Grandfather and the Ancestor Whale and Grandmother protect Fasayen… but there are those who don’t receive such protection.’
Superti, who spoke those words, was truly resolute.
She never once showed a sign of wavering in her conviction.
Even though she must have missed her family.
Wavy pink hair cascading down to her waist. Clear blue eyes gleaming with kindness.
Lips that formed a heart shape when she smiled, and a bright, cheerful voice.
Though approaching adulthood, Superti remained remarkably unchanged from her childhood self.
Still endearing and adorable.
Moreover, the Navy had never encountered anyone so selflessly altruistic in all their lives.
Who else would spend time and effort searching for someone who wasn’t even blood family?
‘I’ll become your hero.’
All to honor that single promise.
Superti’s true strength, or rather her true value, lay in a will that never surrendered and never retreated.
She stubbornly maintained what an ordinary person would have abandoned long ago—perhaps even foolishly so.
A person who shone with such inner light that no external force or temptation could ever break her.
Round face, round eyes, even a round nose.
Outwardly she appeared merely cute, but in truth she was someone no one, no evil, could ever topple.
That was precisely the Superti they pledged their loyalty to, followed, and loved.

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