The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 200

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Part 2, Chapter 7 (200)
“The Three Holy Spirits and all that nonsense—it’s absurd.”
The Three Holy Spirits.
It was a term unique to the Osirian Church, referring to the Earth Spirit King, the Water Spirit King, and the Air Spirit King.
Superti, blessed by them—the very embodiment of nature itself—was supposedly a great saint.
Yes, Superti had become a saint of the Osirian Church before anyone could stop it.
The movement had begun in the Capital, so it reached Fasayen late, but by then the common people’s faith was already unshakeable, and there was nothing to be done about it.
‘The First Prince must have bought propagandists to orchestrate this. It’s all very calculated.’
This absurd tide had to be stemmed.
Diagon stepped in belatedly with that thought, but stopping such fervor was no simple task.
And consider what Superti had accomplished thus far.
His daughter had saved people—and he was immensely proud of it.
She had wielded her power altruistically.
And that was… more than enough reason for the common folk to idolize her.
‘What am I to do about this?’
Even becoming a saint of an ordinary religion would displease him, but the Osirian Church?
Of course, he agreed with Galiazard’s view that Superti herself should know of this matter, since it concerned her.
But Diagon genuinely did not wish to inform Superti of this fact.
She had been fearless since childhood.
If an opportunity arose to enter the Osirian Church’s thoroughly concealed headquarters, would she truly hesitate?
‘It’s a trap. A national conspiracy, no less.’
To wisely dismantle this storm, whenever it had begun, marriage seemed the only answer.
He had thought so ten times, twenty times over.
There were no married saints.
The people’s fervor would cool just as dramatically as it had ignited.
If only Superti would marry.
‘And if she falls in love, perhaps Diolrose will stop searching for her.’
It was steering Superti in a direction contrary to her own wishes, but it could not be helped.
This was a father’s heart.
He wished for her to be in a place of comfort and safety.
Had she not seen enough of the world already?
He hoped she might live ordinarily now.
Or else become a Resonant and dwell within the Ancestor Whale until this crisis passed.
Until this matter was resolved.
“To argue that Superti is not a saint, I’d have to publicize her flaws, but… my granddaughter truly seems to have none.”
“Of course not. She deserves to be called a saint not because she is my daughter, but because her character is genuinely worthy of such a title.”
“Indeed. How did such a lovely creature come from someone like you?”
Propaganda.
Manipulating public opinion, building and destroying a person’s image.
Galiazard was not refraining from it because he lacked the ability.
The Hidden Truth Behind Superti Fasayen!
Superti Fasayen is not actually a saint—she’s an incredibly wicked woman.
One could certainly spread rumors in that manner.
But… Galiazard found that equally distasteful.
The notion of her becoming Osirian’s saint was unpleasant enough, but making his beloved granddaughter out to be a villainess was far worse.
He had no desire to engage in such simplistic, dichotomous propaganda.
So Galiazard weighed the matter with cold calculation.
Would this entire situation bring harm or benefit to the household?
A saint emerging from Fasayen would naturally be advantageous.
Then why not leave it as it stands… and allow Superti to choose her own path?
How she wished to conduct herself going forward.
Which road she desired to walk.
He was prepared to support her in whatever she decided.
Even if she declared her intention to storm the very headquarters of the Osirian Church, he would go with her.
If rescuing his granddaughter from peril meant his life would end, well—it would be a fitting conclusion, would it not?
“Diagon, my son.”
Galiazard called softly to Diagon as he reviewed the Emperor’s letter once more.
“Why do you suddenly sound so sentimental?”
“…That girl may be small as a turtle, but her capacity is vast. As you feared, she will likely accept the position of saint. Through it, we may discover where the Osirian Church hides.”
It was irritating to receive such a blunt response after making such a tender address, but he would let it pass.
What mattered now was his granddaughter.
‘She will certainly volunteer to become the bait herself.’
Of course, it was not a reckless plan.
Was she not a contractor of the Spirit Kings—a blessing that appeared scarcely once per generation?
Moreover, three Spirit Kings were already bound to her, watching over her. What calamity could possibly befall her?
They would certainly treat her with appropriate reverence as a “saint.”
Though they might also choose to grind her into powder as a sacrifice.
“Even if we tell her to flee, she will never abandon us. That is my concern.”
“What can be done? She was born this way. She might even make a fine Empress someday.”
The Emperor desired the Crown Prince to inherit the throne.
This was why the power of Fasayen was necessary.
It so happened that among Fasayen’s daughters, only Superti was of suitable age to match Maximilian… and neither Laximon nor Isthel had daughters.
Belarion was an option, but truly, who would willingly marry their own child to a shadow?
Who could know what the Imperial Palace would become in the future?
“Should Superti ascend to the position of Crown Princess, Fasayen will offer full support. We will ensure that child becomes Empress safely.”
“Indeed. It is the best path—beneficial to the household and ensuring Superti’s safety alike.”
After exchanging views, Galiazard and Diagon fell silent, each lost in thought.
A silence descended, heavier than the humidity of midsummer monsoon rains.
Fasayen could no longer simply remain within its territory, standing guard.
They could not afford to ignore what was unfolding.
Diagon soon clicked his tongue with a weary expression.
“It would have been better if the Crown Prince had any sense at all.”
“Hmm. According to my separate investigation, he’s shaping up to be a philanderer whose name will echo through history.”
“Whether it’s the First Prince or the Crown Prince, they’re all equally worthless. I absolutely cannot send Superti to such a wretch. Not until I’ve cut that entire line off…!”
“Father!! Father!! Grandfather!!”
It was precisely when Diagon was about to explode in anger.
Superti’s shrill voice rang through the corridor. At this late hour, no less.
“Superti?”
“Father, look at this!! Huff, puff!”
I opened the door in surprise, and there was Superti, rushing toward me while gasping for breath.
Wondering what was wrong, I quickly examined my daughter, and then I realized something, my eyes widening.
“The jellyfish—the jellyfish has come back!”
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The baby jellyfish was truly small and precious.
The next day, on the terrace where warm sunlight streamed down, I played with the jellyfish for quite some time.
I placed it on my head, sent it far away and called it back, even put small objects inside it!
‘Goodness, I’m so happy.’
I thought I’d lost it completely.
‘As I mature into adulthood, I’m being reborn.’
My abilities are returning as well.
The Spirit Kings were amazed and congratulated me.
While such cases do happen occasionally, I never thought it would be me.
“Ehehe.”
I laughed cheerfully and drank tea with the jellyfish.
It sips away so happily whenever I set out a small teacup for it!
“Superti.”
Just as I was enjoying a moment of leisure for the first time in ages, a familiar voice reached my ears, and I jumped to my feet.
The chair fell with a thud, but I didn’t even look back.
Looking over the railing was far more important!
“Could it be!”
“Yes, your older brother is here!”
“Mikal!!”
The familiar hair color. Grown so much taller… the moment I saw my older brother, now truly an ‘adult’, I leaped right over the railing.
“Whoa, that’s dangerous!”
“Catch me, brother!”
“Oh my, Tosil. You haven’t changed a bit.”
Mikard caught me and rolled across the grassland with me in his arms.
I burst into delighted laughter and kicked my feet in joy.
“Ahhh, brother!!”
“There, there. Have you been well, youngest?”
“Yes!!”
Mikard had just returned from the Sea, and the thick scent of ocean waves clung to him.

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