The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 212

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Part 2, Chapter 19 (212)
Chapter 18. Regular General Assembly
The next day, the curtain finally rose on the Regular General Assembly.
Upon entering the grand conference hall, my eyes were immediately drawn to the tables and chairs arranged in a circular formation that encircled the center.
The back row belonged to the Imperial Palace bureaucrats, while the middle section was reserved for the high nobility of the Capital.
The Duchy Houses occupied the front row.
The seating arrangement was designed so that representatives from each household could face one another, with the chair backs adorned in silk ribbons of colors representing the four Duchy Houses, making it easy to discern where one should sit.
And at the center of such a conference hall, a separate seating area for the Royal Family commanded attention.
Upon a raised dais in the center stood majestic jade thrones prepared for the Empress, the Crown Prince, and the First Prince, with an ornate banner embroidered with a phoenix displayed behind them.
‘So this is the Regular General Assembly.’
The expressions of those filling the conference hall varied considerably.
Those who appeared bored were unmistakably the representatives from Belarion.
‘Mint and Vanilla didn’t come.’
The representatives from Laximon looked utterly exhausted.
Rasifer Laximon hadn’t arrived yet.
I sat quietly beside Father and Aunt, breathing softly and composedly.
‘Hmm? But why is that seat empty?’
As I slowly surveyed the hall, I noticed a vacant section and tilted my head in confusion.
“Father, did no one from Isthel come?”
“It seems so. They must be running late.”
“Ah, so you don’t know who each household is sending this time?”
“There were rumors that the Household Master from Isthel would attend.”
Then I might get to meet Blake!
As I entertained that thought, a brilliant light suddenly blazed from the Laximon section.
‘Ah, Pel has arrived.’
Who else would make an entrance with such a “protagonist arriving on stage” flair?
That intense presence as if declaring that all should naturally gaze upon him, combined with the natural manner in which he savored the converging attention.
Sure enough, there stood Rasifer Laximon, impeccably dressed.
The moment our eyes met, Rasifer Laximon, bearing his characteristic graceful smile, gently waved his hand toward me.
“The Laximon Household Master is quite similar to the previous Household Master.”
“Indeed, that’s true.”
“Tsk, they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
But then it happened.
Cutting through the conference hall came words that weren’t particularly favorable.
‘Not from the Imperial Palace bureaucrats’ section… but from the high nobility of the Capital. Why are they acting like that?’
Were they unafraid of Rasifer Laximon’s retaliation?
Honestly, Rasifer Laximon wasn’t particularly kind to others.
“He really does resemble Kaiser Laximon.”
“Still better than his father, though? He doesn’t go around meeting every woman in sight.”
“True, that’s the Crown Prince’s specialty.”
As I listened quietly, the gossip grew increasingly vicious.
Rasipherd and Maximilian had no reason to hear such things.
Just as I could no longer hold back and was about to stand and object—
“Ah, for heaven’s sake. Stop that incessant muttering!”
Someone beat me to it.
“If you have something to say, go outside and say it loud and clear. This isn’t mosquitoes buzzing around. Ugh, so noisy!”
Cecilia slammed her hand against the table with a sharp crack and erupted in anger.
Her hair stood on end, reaching toward the sky—a telltale sign she was transforming into Medusa.
“Ahem, ahem.”
“I’m too frightened to even speak.”
“Indeed. Quite so!”
The Capital Region’s nobles continued their chatter among themselves, but they no longer dared engage in malicious gossip.
They were terrified of her, it seemed.
“There’s no need to intervene in such trivial matters, Superti.”
“Yes, Aunt.”
“A sharp rebuke is all it takes. Getting angry with grace accomplishes nothing.”
“Ah… I see!”
Wait, I just learned something valuable, didn’t I?
[Water Spirit King Aurora has struck her forehead.]
[Chaos Spirit King ■■■■ expresses displeasure at the lack of gossip.]
In any case, thanks to Aunt, things had quieted down considerably.
Rasipherd appeared unfazed.
‘Had Rasipherd been hearing such talk all this time while I was away from the Capital?’
That troubled me somewhat.
I summoned the Baby Jellyfish and sent it toward Rasipherd discreetly.
Noticing, Rasipherd grinned and bent down to play with it, and just as I was releasing a relieved sigh—
“Beloved of the Phoenix, the wise and benevolent guide of our nation! The wings of the Empire, open to new worlds. We present Her Majesty, the Empress!”
The Empress, Ipert Sinclair Baratheum, made her entrance adorned with an absolutely staggering array of elaborate titles.
She wore a dress decorated with an enormous quantity of crimson feathers.
[Water Spirit King Aurora says that’s pure ostentation.]
[The choice of attire is quite revealing. Dressing so deliberately means she intends to lead the nation in the Emperor’s stead.]
As Mother quickly instructed me, the Crown Prince and First Prince appeared behind the Empress.
‘Curious. The Empress receives such elaborate titles, yet First Prince Maxina receives no introduction at all.’
That meant the Empress held real power and had no intention of relinquishing it.
“Well then, let us commence the Regular General Assembly.”
The Empress sat down and immediately began the meeting, even though the Isthel delegation had not yet arrived.
Thud!
As the waiting Knights firmly barred the doors, all the Capital Region’s nobles fell into silence.
“First, the Capital has been peaceful and uneventful. However, I hear that ‘minor’ problems have been occurring in regions far from the Capital.”
How absurd.
Gates were already erupting across the entire nation, yet the Empress spoke of it as though it were someone else’s concern.
“The Duchy Houses are working hard to care for their surrounding territories. Since His Majesty has promised support, there’s nothing more to worry about.”
How much military force would be provided? How would damage recovery be handled?
She conveniently omitted all those detailed and concrete discussions, simply telling everyone not to worry.
Because the General Assembly I had anticipated was falling apart from the very start, I turned to look at my Father.
‘He’s so composed. He must have anticipated this.’
Seeing no particular disturbance in my Father’s expression, it seemed he had foreseen this development.
Then again, considering the Empress’s style, proper discussion was never going to happen from the beginning.
I turned my attention back to the Council Chamber.
The Empress slowly waved her hand with an air of leisure.
Following that signal, a waiting bureaucrat stepped forward and began organizing documents as he spoke.
“We would appreciate reports from each Duchy House regarding the current status of gate containment efforts and necessary support.”
About thirty minutes passed.
Now I finally understood why the Belarion faction had been wearing such bored expressions.
If it was always like this, there was nothing to hope for.
‘It’s just armchair theorizing.’
Those who had never fought when dungeons opened were saying things like “isn’t that support excessive?” or “is it really necessary?”
The people who actually fought in battle were stating what they needed, yet no one listened.
With this atmosphere, even if Maximilian brought up the victims later, he would likely be ignored.
Because the Imperial Family was now….
‘Officially taking the stance that dungeons don’t exist.’
Or they wanted to downplay the damage, claiming that even if they did exist, they weren’t worth worrying about.
“We have compiled the scale of support requested by each territory. However, from the perspective of the Imperial Palace Finance Minister, I don’t quite understand why so many resources are necessary.”
See? He’s been frowning the whole time, and now he’s responding like that.
“I’m not even sure if these so-called dungeons or gates actually open that frequently… Ah, I’m not saying we won’t provide support. We did receive statistical data before, but, well, I haven’t actually reviewed it.”
This is infuriating!
From what I heard, it sounded like they were only going to provide minimal support!
Moreover, Laximon had compiled the number and difficulty of dungeons that opened in the Eastern Empire and presented them as statistics.
‘They sent statistical data six months ago! That’s why we agreed to provide support in the first place! But now in the General Assembly, he’s saying he doesn’t know if gates actually open that frequently? What kind of nonsense is that?!’
[The Earth Spirit King says this is what politics is.]
[The Emotion Spirit King grumbles that it’s rotten.]
[The Luck Spirit King carefully suggests that if you became Empress, you could change all of this.]
‘If I became Empress….’
I bit my lower lip firmly.
Yes, honestly, reform does seem necessary.
‘But I… still prefer going to the field directly.’
Couldn’t someone else become Empress and fix these things?
I want to stand up for the victims… not throw myself into the heart of central politics.
[The Water Spirit King Aurora gently strokes you.]
[But dear child, the moment you speak up, you’ll be opposing the Empress and taking the Crown Prince’s side… so ultimately, it will look as though you’re interested in the Empress’s position. You need to understand that.]
Yes, Mother.
Besides, Maximilian had been staring at me since earlier.
His gaze was so intense it burned, making it difficult to look away.

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