The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 214

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Part 2, Chapter 21 (214)
‘This makes no sense.’
No, wait. Does it make sense?
In the first place, where did the funds come from to reconstruct the streets of the Capital?
To pay wages, an enormous sum of cash would have been necessary.
‘Could it be… the Osirian Church lent them that money, and now they have to repay it with interest?’
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ says there is a very high possibility of that.]
[The Water Spirit King ‘Aurora’ adds that it is a reasonable deduction.]
It’s merely speculation, but thinking along those lines makes the Finance Minister’s expression and demeanor—drenched in cold sweat—perfectly understandable.
‘If there’s a debt relationship, then naturally the Empress and the First Prince would have no choice but to join hands with the Osirian Church.’
The Emperor bore considerable responsibility for how things had come to this.
If they truly borrowed money from a religious organization, that is.
If the Osirian Church had possessed such a large sum, they should have conducted a tax investigation instead of borrowing from them!
Even though they already knew the Osirian Church was suspicious.
Shouldn’t the Emperor have suspected and blocked it, regardless of whether the First Prince or Empress revealed the source of the funds?
‘Thinking deeper, perhaps the Emperor was too preoccupied with normalizing the Capital to investigate further. By the time he came to his senses, the Empress’s faction had already grown.’
…Still, if it were me, I wouldn’t have let things deteriorate to this point.
Politics truly is difficult and complex—I don’t understand it well.
My head was beginning to ache, but I maintained an outward appearance of confidence.
“Hmm, I’ve never heard of such people existing. And how could the Imperial Family, which undertakes great matters, concern themselves with such trivial details? Would you not agree, Admiral Fasayen?”
The Empress, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth with a smile directed at my father.
Her tone was gentle, yet carried an unmistakable wariness.
“It is certainly admirable that the Crown Prince shows concern for those at the very bottom. However, the Imperial Family has already provided sufficient compensation to the property owners. The Imperial Family has countless matters requiring attention—what can be done? Above all, His Majesty the Emperor is currently in poor health.”
In short, she was saying: if you’re going to intervene, then Fasayen can spend its own money or not—it’s your choice.
In withdrawing her support, she also made clear her refusal to consider Maximilian’s opinion.
Still, bringing up the Emperor’s illness was rather underhanded.
“Then, are you saying the Imperial Family will do nothing regarding this matter?”
Maximilian seemed to be losing ground, but someone applied the brakes here.
“First, Laximon deeply sympathizes with the Crown Prince’s position.”
On the surface it sounded cordial, yet it carried no warmth whatsoever—a masterful touch.
His expression was clear and emotionless, yet equally inscrutable, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.
Rasifer, now standing, continued speaking while completely ignoring the attention directed at me.
“Since Fasayen has offered to help, Laximon will also assist. Besides, we’re in need of additional staff at roughly ten of our branch offices centered around the Capital—we can hire them there.”
As Rasifer finished speaking, the eyes of the wizards sitting beside him widened.
Their expressions were precisely like ‘What’s gotten into this man?’ or ‘Has this miser lost his mind?’
‘Even Maximilian seems surprised. Of course, he wouldn’t have expected Rasifer to step forward and help too.’
Two Ducal Houses had lent their weight to the Crown Prince’s words.
Politically speaking, that meant—
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ whispers.]
[It’s as though Laximon and Fasayen have taken the Crown Prince’s side.]
That’s right.
As expected, the Empress showed signs of irritation.
“….”
A chilling silence now settled over the Council Chamber, so profound it sent shivers down one’s spine.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
‘How did that reckless fool manage to manipulate the Duchy Houses?’
The Empress, Ipert, furrowed her brow and suppressed her anger inwardly.
She forced the corners of her mouth upward, attempting to maintain a composed demeanor, but her resentment refused to settle easily.
Until the last Regular General Assembly, that creature had remained still like garbage littering the streets, yet now she was brazenly standing against her.
The audacity of it was so absurd that words failed her.
‘It seems the Laximon Household Master is acting this way because of the Fasayen Young Duchess.’
As for the Admiral, he stepped forward for his own daughter.
Ultimately, the root cause was the Fasayen Young Duchess.
That pink-haired child.
‘But… I can’t eliminate her either.’
Ipert gave her son a subtle glance.
It was a question of what to do about this.
“Haha, truly a saint you are. Worthy of one blessed by the Three Holy Spirits.”
Receiving the signal, the First Prince, Teharion, once again steered the conversation away from the agenda.
“So, brother, do you intend to leave matters concerning the people solely to the Duchy Houses?”
However, Maximilian, who had been observing, immediately cut off Teharion.
Teharion’s brow furrowed at this, but he quickly changed his expression.
“That couldn’t be. If the various Duchy Houses step forward, it would look better for the Imperial Family to share the responsibility.”
What mattered was who seized control of the atmosphere in this chamber.
No matter how much the Crown Prince spoke or how much the Duchy Houses supported him, if he led the way, that was all that mattered.
‘These fools just spouting foolish nonsense.’
And as Rasifer watched the First Prince, the Crown Prince, and the Empress, a sneer played at his lips.
The Regular General Assembly was a tediously monotonous affair every single time.
Everyone was merely busy evading responsibility.
Information sharing and exchange were nonsense that only naive fools believed in—the reality was this pathetic display.
‘Still, at least Superti is here this year, so it’s somewhat bearable.’
He gazed at Superti, who appeared shocked by the true nature of the General Assembly, with an affectionate look.
Whoever stood beside or behind her was of no consequence to him.
For in his vision, there existed only Superti.
Honestly, he couldn’t fathom why humans possessed only two eyes, unable to hold Superti in more than two.
‘After death, I won’t be able to see you. I should look at you more while I’m alive… I wish I had four or five eyes.’
Alas, there was nothing to be done about it.
Setting aside the meaningless power struggle, he instead pondered what gift to give Superti for her birthday this year.
In truth, that mattered far more to him than all of this.
If he were an Awakener with Viju’s Companion, they would understand his heart.
Everyone would feel the same way.
It was around the time the atmosphere in the council chamber had begun to settle that Rasifer’s spine stiffened as he gazed at Superti, lost in thought.
‘Ah… how irritating.’
From beyond the door, perhaps thirty paces away, an unmistakably grating presence made itself known.
There was no need to wonder who it was.
‘Tsk, twenty footsteps now.’
Thud-thud.
The sound of military boots striking the corridor in perfect, measured rhythm echoed through the hallway.
The moment the approaching noise drew everyone’s attention toward the door—
“You cannot enter at this late hour!”
“Please observe proper decorum—!”
Crash!
Brushing aside the knights’ protests, someone kicked the door with such force that the bolt shattered in an instant.
As the conference room door swung open with a deafening bang, the nobles inside flinched in unison.
“I apologize for my tardiness.”
A man stepped through the chaos, treading upon the splintered fragments.
“An urgent dispatch arrived from my territory.”
A black uniform adorned with golden insignia, a sword secured firmly in its sheath, and eyes that gleamed with a sharp, emerald light.
The man, now fully matured, brushed dust from his uniform’s sleeves as he crossed the council chamber.
His name was Blake Isshel.
With his entrance—bearing the unmistakable aura of one seasoned by the roar of battlefields—the assembly’s atmosphere shifted into yet another turbulent current.
“Duke Isshel! The Empress is present. Show proper respect!”
Imperial bureaucrats rose to their feet, pointing accusatory fingers at Blake.
Yet Blake dismissed it all with ease, waving his hand to summon his Adjutant.
“I’m not sure what’s been discussed, but I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look at this first.”
“How utterly barbaric!”
But moments later, those who had been shouting with reddened necks fell silent as one.
Whoosh!
As the Adjutant roughly overturned the cloth sack slung across his shoulder, an enormous quantity of crimson crystals cascaded onto the floor.

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