The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 215

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Part 2, Chapter 22 (215)
Crimson crystals cascaded like a waterfall across the marble floor, scattering in all directions.
Bathed in light, the shimmering red radiance spread with an unsettling chill, like droplets of blood.
The nobles seated in the council chamber instinctively held their breath, their bodies rigid.
“…That is…”
Finally, someone broke the silence with a trembling voice.
Blake, however, did not respond.
With a light gesture dismissing the Adjutant, he gazed down at the crystals and spoke in a low murmur.
“Everyone here knows what this is.”
Of course they did.
Anyone ignorant of its nature had no right to participate in this discussion.
The Empress and several others’ gazes wavered.
The council chamber, which had been chaos all day, was now gripped by a suffocating tension of a different kind.
Blake allowed a brief silence before speaking again.
His voice was deliberately low, ominous in its restraint.
“Nearly a thousand dungeons have manifested in Isthel thus far. This is the proof.”
“…!”
“Had it been only that, I would have sought no aid, nor would I have thought to. But… circumstances have changed.”
One might have expected accusations that the young man was arrogant, that he was lying, or that he should abandon such absurd claims—yet no one in the chamber dared speak hastily.
What Blake had presented was overwhelming evidence.
Evidence that ‘dungeons’ were proliferating endlessly beyond the Capital.
“As you say, throughout several Regular General Assemblies, Isthel has remained silent. You did not even attend in person.”
It was the Empress who broke the heavy silence.
Those who had been rigid finally recovered their breath, turning their gaze toward her.
“But what do you seek now that you act so brazenly? There must be a legitimate reason.”
Blake’s actions amounted to a direct denial of the Imperial Palace’s position that dungeons were a trivial matter, occurring only sporadically.
The Empress had every right to be incensed.
Setting aside the matter of rudeness itself.
“Isthel has no interest in the affairs of the Capital. Isthel’s sole concern is the welfare of its own territory’s people.”
“….”
“Yet a week ago, a white tower rose, consuming an entire outer village of Isthel’s territory.”
A white tower.
Blake’s fists clenched as he recalled it anew.
“At first, countless Elves surrounded its vicinity. But they too vanished recently. According to the Knight’s watch, it was as though the tower itself was drawing them in.”
“Hmph!”
“Moreover, after absorbing this ‘sustenance,’ the tower grew larger. If left unchecked, there is no telling how far it will expand… it may even reach the Capital itself.”
He was not attempting a threat.
He merely stated facts with measured calm.
To him, the tower seemed almost alive.
Pulsing and thrumming like a heart—these grotesque crimson crystals.
“This is footage of the Tower captured with magical recording devices from Isthel. If you compare it, you’ll notice it has grown considerably larger than when it first emerged.”
The Adjutant stepped forward again without giving anyone time to process the shock.
As the image materialized in the center of the Council Chamber for all to see, the assembled faces registered varied expressions.
Because the white Tower in the footage appeared far too sacred—nothing like the clinical description suggested.
“This Tower has no entrance. Yet we cannot determine where the Elves have disappeared to. During our investigation, we discovered ancient script inscribed on the outer wall and brought back a rubbing of it.”
Renold, Blake’s Adjutant, withdrew a dried sheet of paper from his robes and unfurled it.
“Isthel has no one capable of reading ancient script. Is there anyone present who can decipher these characters?”
In truth, Blake harbored no great expectations for this Regular General Assembly.
These were men preoccupied solely with preserving their own positions.
They would sooner wish Isthel’s ruin than lift a finger to aid it.
Yet at this critical juncture, he had come to the Capital himself for Isthel’s sake.
The urgent dispatch he’d just received spoke of root-like protrusions extending from the Tower—and they were encroaching not merely upon Isthel’s lands, but upon the Imperial Family’s territories as well.
‘They’ll move mountains to avoid mutual destruction.’
Especially since Laximon lay so close to Isthel.
Truthfully, Blake’s hopes rested on the Mages.
But how could one sway beings so selfish and individualistic?
From the moment he’d entered this Council Chamber until now, that singular thought consumed him.
“Tower of Paradise….”
That was when it happened.
A whisper drifted from behind him, sweet fragrance clinging to every syllable.
Despite the incongruity of such a thought in this grave moment, Blake found himself unable to resist—he spun around sharply.
And—
“It says Tower of Paradise. Quite a meaningful name, isn’t it?”
Thump—!
The instant their eyes met, Blake flinched violently and involuntarily stepped back.
‘What….’
He had never retreated before any monster.
Never turned his back. Never fled.
‘Yet why now….’
A familiar round face with round eyes, a round nose and round ears.
An impression of gentleness at first glance, yet her gaze revealed an unwavering core of strength.
Warmth tempered by resolve, and beneath it all, an indomitable will.
He knew who she was.
His heart had recognized her before his mind could catch up.
“Moreover, the Spirit Kings are telling me that this Tower-shaped Dungeon is incomparably more difficult to conquer than anything I’ve encountered before.”
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
His heart, which had sunk so heavily, now raced wildly.
As a sharp sting suddenly coursed through him, Blake clenched his jaw and endured it.
‘She’s grown so much.’
Until coming here, he had completely forgotten about her.
Every day was a struggle for survival, so it couldn’t be helped.
But now, facing her directly, ancient memories surfaced in his mind and seized his consciousness.
“Mongdol!”
The girl who called out his name with such radiant laughter overlaid itself upon her present form.
“Mongdol, you need to eat!”
“Mongdol, something sad happened to me today.”
“When you lick me, it tickles so much and makes me feel so happy!”
As he recalled these memories layering one upon another, he caught his breath at the final sentence that surfaced.
His face nearly flushed crimson, but he barely managed to suppress it.
‘My first master and my last master.’
Back when he was in the state known as “Mengdol,” he possessed no rationality whatsoever.
He followed Superti with such loyalty and always wished to be by her side.
‘I tried my best to forget.’
Ishel, whose blood carried the essence of beasts, could never forget his first love.
In other words, even if Viju’s Companion came into existence, he would continue to harbor the one he loved first.
And that first love was none other than Superti.
“That tower is SSS-rank. You cannot survive alone, but with a team, it’s possible. Of course, this too is what the Spirit Kings have told us.”
While he remained frozen, Superti continued speaking with strained intensity.
“That tower will not stop there. If left unchecked, it will consume half of this land.”
“…!”
As Superti finished speaking, the council chamber erupted into chaos.
Some wished to deny the situation itself, others sought to withdraw—all manner of resistance.
As expected, most attempted to turn away, but the Four Great Ducal Houses held a different stance.
“A matter worthy of deep consideration. Much time has passed, so let us conclude the assembly here. Everyone should reflect on this until tomorrow.”
The Empress, resting her head in her hand, finally declared the meeting adjourned.
Yet as others filed out one by one, Blake remained in his seat, his gaze fixed entirely upon Superti.
He could not tear his eyes away, as though bound by sorcery.
It was the moment her pink hair completely vanished from his sight that a rather spiteful voice reached him.
“Don’t set your sights on someone else’s Companion, hmm?”

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