The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 207

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Part 2, Chapter 14 (207)
What would claim me first—finding and destroying the core within the acidic fluid, or my skin peeling away until death took me?
Should Superti, who could breathe underwater, venture in? Or should Maximilian, who possessed the destructive power to obliterate it, take the plunge?
Which choice offered greater safety and efficiency?
Right at the moment when the two of them were bickering back and forth, each insisting they should be the one to go in.
In a certain lavish Reception Room, a platinum-haired man was leisurely changing his clothes.
“….”
Sunlight, warm and pleasant, streamed through the space as his shirt slipped down a body more beautiful than the light itself.
A shimmer traced down his spine, pooling at his hip bone, before he threaded his arms into a fresh shirt.
“Should I part my bangs and sweep them back? Or let them fall? I wonder which he’d prefer.”
It sounded like he was talking to himself, but that wasn’t quite true.
Three Adjutants sat rigidly on the long sofa, captive audience to this solo fashion show.
‘I’m swamped with work….’
‘Please handle your love life on your own.’
‘He’s so amazing the best only the Grand Mage will do I love him of course not romantic love it’s admiration but anyway he’s the best my nose is bleeding when did he even have time to work out like that?!’
The three held different thoughts, yet their expressions were remarkably similar.
If they didn’t smile, there was no telling what abuse they might suffer.
So the mages gave thumbs up and showered him with practiced compliments each time Rasifer changed.
“Parting your bangs would emphasize your wild, masculine charm even more, wouldn’t it, sir?”
“Letting them fall makes you look pure and pitiful. I recommend the falling style!”
“Either way is perfect! Perfect! The most handsome yin-yang combination in Imperial history!!”
Down, then up, then down again.
Rasifer’s choice settled on letting them fall.
“Well then, since preparations are complete, shall I send out the paper cranes?”
Rasifer smiled wickedly as he fastened his cufflinks.
As a child, it had been impossible to tell if he was male or female, and adulthood had changed nothing.
His lips, tinged with bright crimson, curved subtly upward at the corners.
His fox-like eyes were long and deep, while his perfectly positioned nose was sharp as a blade.
If a god of beauty existed, surely they had poured all their blessings into this creation.
His name, beloved by magic itself, was Rasifer Laximon.
The sole heir of Laximon, now risen to the rank of Household Master.
Around Rasifer, golden paper cranes gathered in swarms, dancing in formation.
Two of the three Adjutants sighed as they watched the fluttering wings.
It was truly wasteful expenditure of magical power.
Of course, Rasifer had excess magic to squander, but that was precisely what made it so infuriating!
Infuriating, yet impossible to resist.
So tears leaked out slightly.
Time passed, and now that Rasifer had ascended to the position of Laximon Household Master, he had three Adjutants at his side.
All were Class 7 mages—geniuses who received the highest treatment wherever they ventured outside.
“Ah… I think my nose is about to bleed….”
The person making such a fuss was named Kasha.
Hailing from the Neutral Country of Mondal, she was a fervent devotee of Rasifer, possessing exceptional talent in the development and refinement of magical potions.
The problem was that she lost her composure whenever Rasifer was around, but when it came to actual work, she was colder and more calculating than anyone else.
With over twenty magical potions registered under Kasha’s name, her accomplishments were undeniably impressive.
Though Rasifer himself merely scoffed at such achievements.
“Please, exercise some restraint.”
The Handsome Uncle saying this while pressing his forehead was named Ricap.
“Today’s research was… there was something I needed to do… and the breakthrough seemed within reach, almost there….”
The Young Man hunched over in the shadows, hood pulled over his head and muttering to himself, was named Nudbel.
Ricap and Nudbel were two of the three who had boarded the ship together when Rasifer made his bombshell declaration about going to Idrask, and they had somehow clawed their way up to 7th Class.
The third one never reached 7th Class, so he never secured a position as Rasifer’s Adjutant.
‘Truly enviable and fortunate… no, that’s not it.’
In any case, Ricap, Nudbel, and Kasha.
These three were the pillars supporting the current Magic Tower.
Though they were all somewhat eccentric.
“To think you can cast autonomous magic on each tiny paper crane and make them dance as one. That’s truly remarkable. Such delicate mana control…!”
Kasha watched the synchronized dance of the paper cranes with her hands clasped tightly together, her cheeks flushed. Seeing her like this, Ricap let out a dry laugh.
With his age and practical nature, he had taken on administrative duties, leaving him buried under mountains of work, yet everyone else seemed oblivious to the burden. It was rather disheartening.
Then again, what had Kasha said when she first joined the Magic Tower?
‘Best looks! Best abilities! Terrible bosses are everywhere, but at least here I can enjoy the view, right?’
What could one expect from someone like Kasha….
“Hmm?”
That was when it happened.
Rasifer, who had been playing with the paper cranes, suddenly fixed his gaze on some point in the void.
His Adjutants immediately tensed.
Rasifer Laximon perceived things ordinary people could not see.
His vision was not confined to the present moment, nor was it bound to the earth alone.
In short, even such a casual gesture carried meaning.
“Is this a gift?”
Rasifer murmured softly, a gentle smile playing at his lips.
The next instant, the void fractured, and something emerged with a wet sound——!
‘A wet sound?’
Ricap and Nudbel froze in place.
It was… it was a colossal jellyfish.
An absolutely enormous jellyfish materialized with difficulty, and then it began spewing people out with a wet, gurgling sound!
“Ahhh!”
Nudbel, mistaking them for corpses, stumbled backward in shock, while Ricap selected one person to check for breathing.
“They’re… alive!”
“Of course they are. Don’t be absurd.”
“….”
Rasifer’s tactless remark made the tendons in Ricap’s forehead bulge.
Well, there wasn’t much he could do about it anyway.
“Kasha, bring recovery potions and have him drink them all. My Companion sent him to me in trust, so I should treat him properly.”
“Yes, Household Master!!”
“Now, the real question is… why did only you two come?”
Rasifer, hands thrust into his pockets, bent at the waist to gaze at the Jellyfish.
His golden eyes, gleaming like ore deposits, reflected off the bluish, plump surface.
Despite the smile playing across Rasifer’s face in the backlighting, it was terrifying.
The now-shrunken Baby Jellyfish trembled, its tentacles writhing this way and that as if trying to express something.
“I see. You did well.”
To Ricap, it looked like nothing but meaningless squirming, yet somehow Rasifer extracted meaning from it, nodded his head, and—
vanished without a trace.
He’d teleported.
Which meant he’d left behind an entire group of people covered in the Jellyfish’s mucus.
“Nooooo, I don’t want to clean this up!”
Ricap tore at what little hair remained on his head in despair, while Kasha splashed recovery potions everywhere.
Another peaceful day in the tale of Laximon.
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“So, I’m going in?”
“Please, if you can’t take it, just come back out. We can wait for rescue.”
“This much is fine. Besides, I’ve already proven that I burn slowly. Burns or whatever—either way.”
Inside the ship in the Subspace that had transformed into a monster.
I’d won the argument.
“Sigh.”
Staring down at the shimmering gastric fluid with a tense expression, I pondered where I should venture to most efficiently locate and destroy the core.
I’d tested it first by collecting a small amount of the fluid and applying it to my skin—I handled it reasonably well even when covered in it, whereas Maximilian had touched just a single drop and his skin turned bright red instantly.
Moreover, no matter how strong Maximilian was, he couldn’t dangle me for hours on end.
My joints would dislocate.
‘It’s faster for me to destroy the core than to just stand around waiting for rescue.’
It’s what I’ve always done anyway.
I’m not a child anymore.
The moment I resolved myself and released Maximilian’s hand to leap forward—

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