The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 21

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【021】
It’s fair to say that no parent dislikes seeing their child excel.
However, this generation’s competition for the Sub-Household Master position was fiercer than ever before.
The reason was Violet.
Violet, the current Sub-Household Master, was the only unmarried one among Galiazard’s four children, and she had made it clear she had no intention of marrying in the future.
Then… could it be that an exceptionally talented child might be registered as Violet’s adopted daughter or son, eventually ascending to the Household Master position?
Whether driven by the sentimental desire to ease loneliness in old age or by the need to build influence within the family, it wasn’t an entirely unreasonable fantasy.
The children born to or adopted by Galiazard’s siblings—the cadet branches, as they were known—harbored such dreams.
Becoming the Household Master’s child meant access to entirely different sums of money.
The standard of living would be incomparably elevated, and those benefits would extend to their biological parents as well.
Thus, everyone wished for their own child to wear the badge of Sub-Household Master.
Though Violet had never promised to adopt anyone, she was aware of this atmosphere within the family yet never drew a firm line by saying it would never happen.
Instead, she took the stance of “we shall see.”
By refusing to marry, she created a void in the position of child, and through that void, she controlled the attitudes of the cadet branches.
It appeared gentle on the surface, but it was actually a remarkably sharp psychological game—manipulating people’s desires like puppets on strings.
And Cecilia despised Violet for precisely that reason.
“Once Lewiwood becomes the Household Master, everything will be mine.”
In the bedroom, decorated predominantly in shades of blue that lent it an almost pallid appearance.
Cecilia, who had instructed her maid to file her nails to sharp points, ground her teeth bitterly.
“Still, the fact that such a hypocrite will become the Household Master is unbearable. If only I could replace the Sub-Household Master position!”
“Or if the Sub-Household Master were to die.”
The affectionate reply from behind came from Cecilia’s husband, Bernstein Craiton.
He carefully massaged her shoulders while whispering, taking care not to displease his wife.
“Have you given thought to what I mentioned last time?”
“That won’t do. The only one I want eliminated is Violet. Do you intend to destroy Fasayen entirely?”
Cecilia’s eyes snapped open immediately, and Bernstein quickly backed down.
“Right, of course. So what do we do now?”
“First, Lewiwood needs to return.”
The mission entrusted to Mikard, Diagon’s son, was one of defense.
Radum—a distant mountain far across the river from Fasayen’s capital.
His orders were to travel through villages in that region, identify and eliminate the “shadow men” disguised as residents, and eliminate Belarion’s spies.
Meanwhile, Lewiwood, Cecilia’s son, had been given something far more dangerous and covert.
Lewiwood was exploiting his youth to disguise his appearance and infiltrate Belarion’s territory to gather intelligence. He was expected to return soon.
Depending on how much merit Lewiwood accumulated, Cecilia’s position would be strengthened.
‘Then I might be able to speak to Father about it. To request an important mission for myself as well.’
That fox Violet had been continuously intercepting missions in the middle.
As a result, Cecilia hadn’t been assigned a single substantial task in the past three years. Naturally, there was no opportunity to accumulate merit.
‘Bernstein isn’t from Fasayen. That’s why he keeps spouting nonsense about orchestrating a territorial war to assassinate Violet.’
In truth, that was the easiest path.
Cecilia was well aware that the power she possessed was only useful when large-scale battles at the territorial level erupted.
‘But the danger is too great. If the Territory is destroyed… honestly, yes. Setting that aside. If Father discovers the truth, I’m finished.’
At that moment, the Maid accidentally pricked her fingertip painfully.
Cecilia, her temper flaring, swung her hand and struck the Maid’s cheek.
“Get out! You useless thing!”
“I-I’m so sorry.”
“I said get out this instant!”
In any case, there wasn’t a single person in this house she liked besides Lewiwood.
After seething for a while, Cecilia met the gaze of Bernstein, who knelt on one knee before her and looked up at her.
“What. Why.”
“No, I just thought you looked beautiful even when you’re angry.”
“What nonsense is that?”
“You’re breathtakingly beautiful.”
Bernstein knew exactly how to soothe the hot-tempered Cecilia.
With gentle coaxing and flattery, Cecilia barely managed to calm her excitement.
“Well, this whole situation has become tedious. I never expected that lowborn commoner to summon the Spirit King so carelessly.”
“She should have been made our child instead.”
“Exactly. Ricardo—that fool only envies his older brother. He’s utterly useless.”
Cecilia had two biological children.
The exceptional Lewiwood and Angela, who didn’t even have a place in Viju.
Still, since Angela was beautiful, she could be sent off through a strategic marriage later to increase their influence.
With such calculations in mind, Cecilia spared no support for Angela.
But Ricardo… was a complete failure.
Better than nothing, but had I known he’d be so useless, I wouldn’t have stepped forward to adopt him in the first place!
If that were the case, I could have taken that commoner as my own child this time.
“Speaking of Ricardo, Ceci. His family has been lodging continuous protests.”
“What?”
“They say they can’t tolerate the Viju position being tarnished by a commoner adoptee. They’re asking us to step in.”
At her husband’s words, Cecilia’s face contorted.
Her heart desired it.
If she couldn’t possess it, it would be better if it were destroyed instead.
But ‘Superti Fasayen’ was currently the asset Father was most interested in.
If she touched it carelessly, she herself would face the backlash.
“It won’t work. Ignore them.”
“Mm.”
“If it won’t work, then it won’t work. Not until evidence emerges proving she’s useless.”
“But from what I hear… Angela cried because of that child.”
Bernstein had a silver tongue.
With narrow eyes and a high nose, his sharp-looking lower jaw made him resemble a rat, and he was indeed full of cunning schemes.
He simply pretended otherwise.
Bernstein carefully selected only the words that would infuriate Cecilia and spoke them.
“Angela already had her hair in twin braids. Since she’s the older sister, it would look better if the younger one yielded gracefully, but that commoner threw a tantrum instead.”
“What?”
“On top of that, she got flour all over her new dress and ruined it. She was crying when she told me about it, and as a father, my heart ached for her.”
Bernstein never issued direct commands to Cecilia like “do this.”
He simply circled around the matter like this, making her move of her own accord.
“Still, since the Household Master himself told me to ‘take care of it,’ I suppose I have no choice.”
Scraaape.
Before her words even finished, Cecilia’s fingernails raked across the sofa’s armrest.
Her blue-grey hair, carrying the blood of Medusa passed down from her great-grandmother, stood on end strand by strand.
Each lock twisted and coiled, transforming into serpent shapes in an instant.
“A commoner dares to pick a fight over pride?”
“Don’t be too angry, Ceci. She simply doesn’t know yet. Once we ‘teach’ her, she’ll understand.”
At Bernstein’s softly whispered words, spoken with eyes closed, Cecilia’s serpents opened their mouths and hissed with a threatening sound.
Her sclera had turned pitch black, her pupils now white, and Cecilia trembled violently.
‘I cannot let this slide. She needs to be disciplined.’
Angela was already humiliated about not being able to attend the Heir Education Hall, and now this trivial matter made it worse!
“Summon Angela! We must establish her place while she’s young. Even if she’s an Awakened One, there’s still hierarchy, and for a commoner to dare…!”
Honestly, it was Cecilia who treated her older sister Violet without any sense of hierarchy.
But she was extremely generous and lenient with herself, so she never gave that fact a moment’s thought.
“As you command, madam.”
Bernstein rose quietly, still with his eyes closed, and shut the door behind him.
Only then did he open his eyes, though they were so narrow it made little difference.
That was precisely why he had been chosen as Cecilia’s husband.
The two of them were not Viju’s Companions. They were partners bound by a strategic marriage.
‘Or perhaps not even that anymore.’
Bernstein’s shadow stretched long as he walked down the corridor.
A human shadow, then not.
Then human again.
It was a fact no one knew.

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