The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 213

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Part 2, Chapter 20 (213)
“The Imperial Palace will provide support, but… ah, this year the Imperial Palace intends to focus more heavily on diplomatic matters. We’re inviting delegations and such…”
In other words, there was no money.
“If the nation collapses, won’t you be unable to invite diplomatic delegations?”
Everyone was at a loss for words, but the one who stepped forward without hesitation this time was my Aunt Cecilia.
“Collapse? What harsh language!”
“The statistical data released by Laximun’s side just now—does it only look serious to my eyes? Or are you all pretending not to know?”
The Imperial Palace Finance Minister’s face flushed crimson with anger. Meanwhile, my Aunt Cecilia remained remarkably composed.
Though the tips of her hair were quivering like a serpent’s tongue.
“The number of dungeons opening each year increases, and their difficulty rises too. Don’t you understand what that means?”
“In the presence of the Empress! Mind your manners, Cecilia Fasayen! Regardless of your great contributions in the war against other races, you must maintain proper decorum in your speech.”
The Finance Minister acted as though he wanted to prevent my Aunt Cecilia from speaking further.
But this was the General Assembly.
Wasn’t this the place where matters occurring throughout the entire Empire were discussed all at once and countermeasures were sought?
‘They only listen to what they want to hear and silence anyone who speaks otherwise.’
My disappointment deepened further.
I simply couldn’t accept this situation.
“Since the war with other races came up, when exactly did we achieve peace? Isn’t it merely a ceasefire?”
“…!”
“Suppose we ignore the dungeons that keep opening. What happens when one day a dungeon opens at numbers far exceeding what each Duchy House can handle? What if the other races, who have been holding their breath, attack again? Will you still just sit there flapping your gums then?”
Wow.
For a moment, my Aunt Cecilia looked so magnificent that my mouth fell slightly open.
Her voice and tone, unlike usual, were calm and measured. Sharp yet refined in presence. An unwavering will that yielded not a single word.
‘So that’s how it’s done.’
I began to understand why Grandfather had arranged for me to travel with my Aunt Cecilia.
I honestly seemed to resemble my Aunt Cecilia more than Aunt Violet.
“But are other races truly such fearsome and dangerous beings?”
It was then.
The First Prince, who had been sitting with his legs crossed throughout the meeting without bothering to hide his boredom, suddenly interjected.
And he did so with something completely unrelated to the topic at hand.
“The wicked other races all died during that war. Now only the moderate ones seeking peace remain. Shouldn’t we embrace them?”
“Hah.”
My Aunt Cecilia let out a hollow laugh as though exasperated.
At that, the First Prince twisted his long hair and smiled thinly, his expression somehow ominous.
‘To make the Osirian Church the state religion of the Empire, I’ll need to make other races visible and integrate them into daily life. After all, the religion originated from them.’
The First Prince, Teharion Mephisto Baratheum.
Since he was already an adult when I was young, he must be thirty-four or thirty-five now.
His long hair, flowing clothes, and that peculiarly gleaming gaze.
I had felt aversion to him even as a child, and it remained unchanged now.
How to put it—the First Prince’s words seemed flawless on the surface, yet the feeling that there was more to it was overwhelmingly strong.
“The First Prince’s words are correct. If we become an inclusive nation, our national strength will only increase!”
“Well, I’m not so sure. Isn’t it a fact that they’re dangerous? Who knows when they might stab us in the back?”
“Then why not accept Other Races but treat them as beings below commoners? Hahahaha!”
This time, the Imperial Bureaucrats and Capital Nobility murmured amongst themselves, while the Four Great Ducal Houses remained silent, offering no further words.
Truth be told… there was nothing left to say.
The First Prince had derailed the discussion entirely since he’d interjected.
After some time had passed, the Empress stepped forward to settle the matter.
“It warms my heart to see you all exchanging opinions with such enthusiasm.”
“….”
“If there’s anything more you wish to say, speak freely.”
She wanted to wrap up the meeting soon.
Then this was Maximilian’s only chance to speak.
I’d heard that the Regular General Assembly could stretch on for an entire week, but the most important agenda items typically emerged on the first day, with subsequent sessions devoted to refining the details.
“Very well. Then this reckless one has something to say.”
Fortunately, Maximilian seized the opportunity.
The Empress’s elegant brows twitched slightly, but she nodded without objection.
After all, she’d been the one to invite further remarks.
Rising from his seat, Maximilian surveyed the room before speaking loudly.
“I demand support for the victims at this gathering.”
Since he was addressing everyone except the Empress, Maximilian spoke without formality.
“Surely none of you have forgotten that terrible day when ‘the Hand’ appeared.”
“…!”
“That day, countless people in the Capital died or were injured. Some survived their wounds, yet they received no proper support.”
The moment the day of ‘the Hand’s’ appearance was mentioned, the atmosphere in the Council Chamber grew cold.
It was a topic everyone preferred to avoid.
Maximilian pressed forward, his tone growing firmer.
“Your brother’s policy of embracing Other Races is fine. But shouldn’t we care for our own people first? They all paid taxes. Yet when they needed help most, the Imperial Palace turned away—all to beautify the Capital’s streets.”
“Your words seem to suggest that the Capital Street Improvement Project, which Her Majesty the Empress championed, was misguided….”
The Imperial Palace Finance Minister adjusted his glasses, subtly attempting to pressure Maximilian.
“And regarding the victims—when purchasing homes and land to construct roads, the Imperial Palace certainly provided full compensation.”
“That was for the wealthy homeowners, not for those renting from them. If Other Races are so pitiful, aren’t our own people pitiful too?”
Of course, Maximilian didn’t yield an inch.
“I’ve heard my younger brother associates with those of low quality… Perhaps he heard some falsehood somewhere out of naivety.”
After a brief silence, the First Prince responded with a laugh.
“He must have heard it while drunk. Well, I understand wanting to step forward eagerly. It’s natural. He probably just wanted to be needed somewhere, anywhere.”
What followed was mockery.
The Empress, too, covered her mouth with her fan and laughed.
‘Ah, they have no intention of listening.’
This was Maximilian’s position now.
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, says she is willing to step forward if you wish.]
[The Flame Spirit King, Flammeus, wishes you to remember that I am with you.]
That’s right.
I will step forward.
Maximilian remained steadfast despite becoming a laughingstock. As his friend, I wanted to be his strength.
“I have witnessed it and heard it myself.”
So I rose from my seat.
“Hmm? Does the Fasayen Princess have something to say?”
The First Prince, who had led the mockery, turned to look at me with laughter still lingering in his eyes.
Father seemed slightly surprised but did not stop me, while Aunt Cecilia watched me intently with her arms crossed.
Her expression conveyed that she would help whenever needed.
“His Highness the Crown Prince truly seeks to care for the lowest of the common people. Having met them directly, they are neither liars nor swindlers.”
“Interesting.”
“There are those whom the Imperial Palace has failed to reach. Those driven into the darkness of the streets. There exists an organization of such people. The scale of victims is documented as well. As the Fasayen Princess, I have personally promised them support.”
Those who had been pushing the narrative that Maximilian was spouting arrogance while being deceived fell silent the moment I stepped forward.
Especially the nobles aligned with the First Prince.
Then they glanced at the Empress and the First Prince, seemingly intent on deciding their response based on the royal family’s attitude.
“Support, you say?”
The Empress, lowering her fan, asked in a somewhat dry tone.
It was neither particularly negative nor positive.
Just as I was about to answer to her inscrutable words.
Father stood up, blocking me.
“It is a trivial matter. My daughter wishes to conduct business, and she intends to employ some of them there.”
With Father stepping forward, it was right for me to take a step back.
It was not wrong that it was truly modest support.
“Fasayen believes His Highness the Crown Prince’s words have merit. The Imperial Family should conduct a comprehensive investigation into the scale of victims they have failed to care for. Appropriate support should accompany such efforts.”
At Father’s final words, the Imperial Palace Finance Minister could not speak and wrung his hands in distress.
Seeing him like that, it seems there really is no money…

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