The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 199

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Part 2, Chapter 6 (199)
I accepted the paper crane with a brightened face.
Look at this.
This child always does this.
It seems like I can tell what she’s thinking.
When I kissed the paper crane, a brilliant light shimmered and a fragrance wafted through the air.
‘Hmm?’
As always, the sharp patchouli was followed by the sweet scent of lily of the valley.
I expected something like that, but this time it was slightly different.
It just smells like clean soap.
‘She loves perfume. Why does it only smell like soap?’
It’s pleasant in its own way, though…
Hello, Shu.
I missed you, so I’m writing after a long time.
Wherever you are, this paper crane will fly only toward you.
I want to come see you too.
Will you come to the Regular General Assembly this time?
Since it’s the year you come of age, I thought you might.
As expected, Rasifer. You’re quick to catch on.
I smiled sheepishly and finished reading the letter.
Right, now that I think about it, your birthday is coming up soon—the one where you become an adult.
I want to properly celebrate you. Of course, if you’ll allow it.
I’m curious how you’ve been doing these past few years… and how wonderfully you’ve grown.
Aren’t you curious about me?
– Your Pel
‘Of course I’m curious. What kind of adult has he become?’
I folded the letter again into a paper crane and whispered to it.
“Tell him we’ll meet at the Regular General Assembly. Thank him for the birthday wishes, but ask him not to prepare anything too extravagant.”
The paper crane nodded as if it understood, then flew off somewhere once more.
‘So it’s been about three years since we last saw each other?’
They say boys grow quickly.
When I last saw him, Rasifer was already incredibly tall.
What if he’s grown even more?
It’ll be exhausting having to look up at him.
‘If he finds out I received an unofficial marriage proposal from the Imperial Family… that could be trouble.’
Of course, the trouble wouldn’t fall on me.
It would fall on Maximilian.
Rasifer has consistently told me he likes me.
‘Though honestly, I’m not sure how that “liking” differs from how I like Elzen or Father or Grandmother.’
I also like Diolrose, and I like Hans, our household cook.
But the “liking” that Rasifer spoke of felt fundamentally different.
‘In my dreams, I’m loving someone. Is that what this feeling is?’
A warmth that seemed endless.
The illusion that I could give myself entirely without reservation.
No matter what problems arose, if we were together, there would be nothing to fear—yet conversely, that very togetherness spawned an equal terror of solitude.
Something that seemed to exist only in novels.
Each other’s perfect understanding.
‘Does Rasifer harbor the same thoughts as I do?’
I couldn’t know for certain.
‘Throughout my travels, I’ve witnessed many of Viju’s Companions.’
I’d wandered so many places, after all.
Couples who had met Viju’s Companions generally appeared happy, harboring no doubts about their partner.
They didn’t even entertain the notion that someone other than her or him could exist.
It was an immersion so complete it was suffocating.
‘They say love must flow in the same direction for both people—will ours extend toward the same horizon?’
In my view, it’s Viju’s power that makes such a thing possible.
I had also witnessed those who never encountered Viju’s Companion.
Some simply grew fond of each other and became spouses.
They didn’t appear any less happy than the others.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ says that love is such a profound emotion.]
“Marriage seems far too premature. But do I really need a boyfriend…?”
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ shrieks with delight, saying it’s finally happening!]
[Your whole premise is wrong! You don’t meet someone out of necessity! You meet because you like them!]
Ah?
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ takes the Luck Spirit King’s hand and dances.]
[I was worried puberty wouldn’t come, but here it is at last!]
Puberty, you say.
Feeling rather embarrassed, I simply dove back underwater.
Though the glimmering text didn’t cease.
The Emotion Spirit King had become far too excited.
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ proclaims that love is magnificent!]
[At the next General Assembly, let’s see if anyone catches your eye. You might fall head over heels at first sight, right? The more you experience love, the better it is!]
I drifted through the underwater depths using the glimmering text as illumination. I emerged onto land because something kept tickling me incessantly.
‘Why does it feel so… itchy?’
It wasn’t my skin—it was something deeper.
My chest felt tingly and warm.
It felt like I was about to… sneeze…!
“Achoo!”
Poof!
With the sneeze, something suddenly materialized before my eyes.
I was clutching at my itchy nose when I caught sight of that ‘something’ and my eyes flew wide open.
“A, a Jellyfish?”
Stammering even as I spoke, I reached out as if enchanted.
Even the Spirit Kings seemed startled.
Did that mean this wasn’t a planned occurrence?
“Ah.”
The moment my fingertips brushed against the undulating tentacles of the Jellyfish.
I understood it as naturally as breathing in and out.
My temporal abilities were returning.
* * *
At that same moment, within the Office of the Fasayen Household Master.
Galiazard, who had been staring out the window with an expressionless face, opened his mouth heavily.
“So, how long do you intend to hide it? Sending her to the Capital like this will only make it harder to conceal.”
“Her birthday has not yet arrived. She is still a child, is she not?”
“Tsk, how much longer will you dance around this!”
Galiazard’s irritation flared, but Diagon did not respond.
He understood as well.
That mere acquiescence was not the answer.
There was reason enough that marriage proposals had already begun surfacing.
“Still… I wish to keep her as a child until this coming birthday. Please understand my desire to protect her from the tumultuous political strife.”
“Soft-hearted fool. That child is stronger than you are. Have you still not grasped that?”
Anger seeped through Galiazard’s voice.
“Superti must understand the political value and weight of her own power, the responsibilities and rights that come with it, the obligations and the vile rumors alike. It would be better if she knew all of this before being sent to the Capital. What you’re doing now is akin to sending your beloved daughter to a battlefield dressed in a gown.”
There was substance in that teaching, nearly a sigh.
In truth, the current state of the Empire was dire.
The Emperor had fallen ill, and the Crown Prince was a libertine.
In his youth, it seemed forgivable enough, but now he cannot live without alcohol, women, and gambling.
Thus, the nobility naturally placed great hopes upon the First Prince.
If he proved merely adequate, they were prepared to depose the current Crown Prince and elevate the First Prince to that position.
But what happened instead.
On a certain day—to be precise, the very day the Emperor took to his sickbed.
The First Prince openly revealed his collusion with the Osirian Church.
Long ago, the infection crisis that had ravaged the entire nation was orchestrated by a sponsorship organization called Myosotis.
The suspicion that the leader of that sponsorship organization was the same person as the leader of the Osirian Church was something all Four Great Ducal Houses had agreed upon.
There was no clear evidence that Myosotis and the Osirian Church were the same entity, but the circumstantial evidence was abundant.
Yet how could the First Prince have done such a thing?
No matter how much politics cares only for profit, how did he make it profitable?
The answer was simple.
Over the passage of time, the First Prince had cultivated a faction that supported both himself and the Empress.
Those factions acted as though they had completely forgotten the past, lending their strength to the First Prince’s claims.
The Osirian Church is a religion for the common people, not the nobility.
As if to support that claim, an enormous number of missionaries traveled everywhere, dispensing benevolence.
With the times growing turbulent and people’s livelihoods becoming increasingly difficult, it was hardly surprising that citizens were swayed by such generosity.
Infection crisis or whatever—if joining the Osirian Church meant never worrying about their next meal, could the common people afford to be choosy?
Moreover, the First Prince drew a clear line against those who opposed him.
“That day’s incident—the connection between the appearance of ‘Hand’ and the Osirian Church is already an established fact. Yet the First Prince and the Empress brazenly claim it’s a ‘Myosotis’ problem, not an ‘Osirian Church’ problem.”
Galiazard pressed his weathered eyes shut.
That was precisely the issue.
The entire nation was in upheaval over the dungeon crisis, yet the Imperial Family had taken no action.
Or rather, they couldn’t.
The First Prince was blocking them.
Only when it became impossible to dismiss these as mere territorial matters and sweep them under the rug could the Emperor finally mobilize his knights.
However, there was another grave problem at hand.
If the Imperial Palace knights were dispersed throughout the entire Empire… who would protect the Emperor?
‘A troublesome predicament indeed.’
If that were all, one could simply ensure Fasayen’s safety and call it a day, but such was impossible.
“The Saint blessed by the Three Holy Spirits. That is none other than… the Physis Master, Superti Fasayen.”
At those solemn words, sparks ignited in Diagon’s eyes.

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