The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 216

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Part 2, Chapter 23 (216)
Even a man would be startled by the beauty etched into that face—those two eyes gleamed fiercely with barely restrained fury.
His voice was kept as low as possible, perhaps fearing Superti might overhear, yet the sharp edge of wariness within it was unmistakable.
‘Like a growling wildcat,’ Blake thought inwardly.
Though such thoughts crossed his mind, Blake voiced nothing aloud.
First, because he lacked the leisure to indulge in such childish romantic games, and second, because Isthel desperately needed the aid of wizards.
An inexplicable crisis had erupted—something that defied human comprehension.
Isthel’s loyal retainers had counseled that resolving it would require high-ranking mages.
‘Truly a discourteous man.’
If necessity demanded it, I would bow.
And I felt no shame in doing so.
“Laximon Household Master, it has been some time.”
“Ugh, can’t you drop that uncle-like manner of speaking?”
“…I must implore you. Many lives hang in the balance.”
Truly radiant, he was.
One born grasping much and unashamed in its enjoyment.
Forever standing in the light—a creature upon whom Fate itself had placed the laurel wreath of victory.
Surely he had never known hardship even once.
With such arrogant tantrums, everything would resolve itself, and those around him would surely never realize that such an attitude was improper.
‘Beyond mere arrogance—a man drunk on his own pride.’
Blake honestly despised Rasifer Laximon.
That oppressive gaze, as though the entire world lay beneath his feet, irritated him; and his possession of power to resolve anything, yet his refusal to wield it, displeased him equally.
What was this called?
‘Ah, insufferable. Yes, that was the word.’
Had Isthel not been held hostage in this dire situation, Blake would not have exchanged a single word with Rasifer Laximon.
“Don’t worry. Whether it’s a tower or whatever, I won’t let it cross into Laximon.”
…
“If you want my help, watch your gaze from now on.”
Rasifer chuckled and passed by Blake’s side.
In that very instant, Rasifer struck his shoulder hard.
Not even a child would provoke so childishly—Blake had no desire to engage with such antics.
‘I must endure.’
Fury boiled within me.
How could a man be so disrespectful to a fellow Household Master?
Grinding his teeth, Blake finally hurled a barbed remark.
“Were I Superti, I would never wish to pledge my life to someone like you.”
“Don’t you dare speak her name.”
“Laximon Household Master, you are still but a child.”
The empty council chamber’s air froze utterly cold.
The two men locked gazes, neither showing any sign of retreat.
Rasifer, his expression glacial and composed, turned toward Blake and approached him slowly, one measured step after another.
“How eloquent you are, unable to resolve matters within your own territory yet begging for assistance. Quite amusing, really.”
Beneath that frozen gaze, suppressed fury flickered like lightning.
From Rasifer’s entire being, a dark aura poured forth.
An oppressive, suffocating presence so heavy that even Awakeners would struggle to withstand it filled the room, yet Blake stood firm and unwavering.
‘I should have endured to the very end.’
Regret existed, but now that matters had spiraled this far, retreat was not an option.
Rather, applying pressure from another angle would serve better.
“Whether you offer aid is your choice, but this is a matter of life and death for us. If the Wizard refuses, I shall have no choice but to seek out the Ruler of the Sea.”
“Do not endanger Superti.”
“Why do you make that choice for her? Superti Fasayen will soon come of age and has the right to choose her own path.”
Rasifer’s jaw tightened as he glared at Blake.
Behind aristocratic elegance, raw nature slowly revealed itself. Blake, equally unyielding, tensed his body and spoke.
“From where I stand, you seem intent on confining the Fasayen Princess under the guise of protection. How well you conceal such excessive possessiveness.”
“You misunderstand. I merely protect my Companion.”
“One freed from Viju’s Companion—a tale well-known, I hear. Do you still delude yourself that Superti belongs to you?”
At Blake’s words, the corners of Rasifer’s lips twisted sharply.
No matter how much composure he feigned, it was merely a mask.
When Superti was younger, it had been manageable, but not now.
Even today, how many insignificant creatures had gazed upon her.
The possibility that Superti might not choose him.
That was the inverse scale that provoked Rasifer’s deepest anxiety.
“Disappear from my sight. If you do not, I cannot answer for what I might do.”
Displeasure consumed him.
Such profound displeasure.
The more radiantly Superti blossomed, the more unbearable the truth became—that he alone could never possess her entirely. This transcended mere displeasure, becoming an agony he could scarcely endure.
“Laximon Household Master, remember this: continue as you are, and you will only multiply your enemies.”
“Do as you wish. I care not.”
Rasifer, barely composing himself, turned away coldly. In Blake’s eyes as he watched that retreating figure, deep hostility flickered.
‘Insufferable wretch.’
‘Lacking in ability, yet so presumptuous.’
Some relationships are destined to remain eternally parallel.
An ominous wind, blown from distant reaches, swept around the shadows of both men and vanished.
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Meanwhile, at that very moment.
In the Empress’s Reception Room, refreshments were being prepared to soothe the weary Empress.
“…Sigh.”
Intricate curtains hung gracefully across the expansive windows, filtering the afternoon sunlight.
Yet a slender beam of light, slipping through the gaps, shimmered softly upon the marble table.
In the quiet room where nothing seemed amiss, the Empress held her teacup and savored the delicate scent of lavender.
“Ha….”
Another sigh escaped my lips—I’d lost count of how many.
The attendants serving me exchanged anxious glances, uncertain why the Empress was behaving this way.
At that moment, the door opened quietly and Teharion stepped into the room. He settled himself before me with an air of ease, addressing the attendants with gentle courtesy.
“Chamomile for me, please.”
“Yes, Your Highness the First Prince.”
The attendants hurried away to brew fresh tea, and I regarded my son with an expression tinged with irritation and displeasure.
“A tower that devours people? What in the world are you talking about? There was no mention of such things at first.”
“Perhaps it is the path toward a greater purpose.”
“This mother knows nothing of greater purposes. What matters is how it benefits us. The Emperor will die soon. You know that as well as I do.”
I pressed him, but Teharion merely shrugged his shoulders.
“Please do not worry yourself. Politics and religion have been intertwined like a single body since ancient times. There is no evidence that the Osirian Church built a tower that devours people, and even if there were, it matters not. Not once I become Emperor.”
Though others might not know, I understood perfectly.
That my son truly believed in the Osirian Church.
That is why he grew his hair long and unkempt, refusing to cut it.
Though I had told him countless times how displeasing it was, he never once took scissors to it.
“That tower is merely a tool for purging.”
“Explain yourself more clearly.”
“Through repeated experiments, the Church has learned to create vast dungeons. The tower was constructed as a result… and since one or two Awakeners cannot destroy it, they will rush in en masse. Those who might become obstacles to my succession to the throne.”
For the Ducal Houses to move against the Imperial Family, they needed irrefutable evidence.
For instance, evidence that the Osirian Church deliberately created the dungeon.
Evidence that the First Prince allied with the Osirian Church for the sake of the throne.
And… evidence that the experiments to construct the tower were permitted to continue unchecked.
Evidence that petitions sent at every General Assembly for knights to be dispatched to eliminate the dungeon were ignored.
‘Ah, I mustn’t forget this either. Evidence that slow poison was administered to the Former Emperor.’
In any case, suspicion alone could accomplish nothing.
The Four Great Ducal Houses were hardly on good terms with one another, making it difficult for them to unite and pressure the Imperial Family.
Today’s council had seen an unexpected development because of Superti Fasayen, but it mattered little.
She would disappear once she had fulfilled her role, after all.

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