The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 218

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Part 2, Chapter 25 (218)
Upiros frightened me so thoroughly.
I told Father everything I had learned about the Tower of Paradise.
Hoping it might help in some way.
‘Yet it feels so strange. People are dying somewhere, and here I am preparing for a party.’
Was this right?
Or was I simply being presumptuous?
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, speaks sternly.]
[You cannot save everyone, child. Nor should you try. You are not a god—merely a person slightly stronger than others.]
‘Yes, Mother.’
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, sighs.]
[I have told you this before. You have your own life to live. There is no paradise where no one dies. How could you possibly save everyone? By your logic, you should grieve every accident that befalls someone you cannot rescue.]
Do not become a hero.
That was what Mother always told me.
Live your own life.
You are, after all, only human.
I did not resent such words, for they came from concern for my happiness.
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, grows melancholy.]
[Whose kindness did you inherit, I wonder….]
Before Mother could grow sadder, Cecilia fortunately appeared with the dress.
“By the way, Aunt, may I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Does it not bother you to be apart from your Companion?”
“Sometimes it is necessary. Why do you ask?”
My aunt, who had been tying my sash, asked casually.
“It is just that Viju’s Companions seem to have such strong attachment to one another. Their bonds are so powerful. I wondered if being apart would truly not trouble you.”
“That varies from Companion to Companion, but… Teddy and I met in our twilight years, so. Ah, there we are.”
In truth, I had brought up the subject of Companions to distract Mother.
Mother became somewhat excited whenever the topic of suitors arose.
I deliberately asked my aunt more questions about Companions.
“You have been married to someone who was not your Companion, and now you have found one. Are the two experiences very different?”
“Hmm. Well, honestly, they are as different as heaven and earth.”
“In what way?”
My aunt, who had been carefully inspecting whether the sash was straight, straightened up with a contemplative expression.
“How do I explain this? A reality that seemed like a cesspool suddenly becomes beautiful, and a world devoid of flavor fills with sound and fragrance.”
“Wow.”
“That is the power of Viju. It makes you see and hear as though a veil has been lifted from your eyes and ears.”
Soon after, my aunt slowly explained while placing and removing a flower crown from my head.
“Not being bound to a Companion does not necessarily mean that marriage will be unhappy. After all, love exists within it as well.”
“I see.”
“But my Companion is incomparable. That hollow void I always felt—it fills completely. The parts of myself I thought were lacking become whole. It’s like learning to walk all over again… Yes, this suits you better.”
Finally selecting even the tiara, my aunt pressed her satisfied hand against my shoulder.
“Look in the mirror.”
“…!”
“It suits you beautifully. My eye for fashion hasn’t dulled.”
The dress my aunt had chosen appeared pristine white at first glance, but as the eye traveled downward, it transformed.
As the fabric flowed gently toward the hem, the pure white gradually shifted into a soft peach tone.
The ribbon was also peach-colored, adorned with pearls and opals that seemed to shimmer in and out of view.
The overall silhouette was refined yet elegant, enhancing the dignity of the piece, and with the tiara added, it even evoked a fresh, vibrant quality.
“If you go to the party dressed like this, there will be chaos. The young men couldn’t take their eyes off you.”
“Oh, surely not.”
“It seems the Ishel Household Master was also smitten with you at first sight?”
“What?!”
Mongdol… or rather, Blake?
“The moment your eyes met, his ears turned red. A man like that isn’t bad. Even if you weren’t Viju’s Companion, he’d only have eyes for you.”
“Hmm.”
“Or the Crown Prince isn’t bad either. You could mold him to your taste. If you keep a lover alongside your husband, you’d manage well enough.”
A lover when I already have a husband?!
Cecilia truly had no filter.
“If you chose Rasifer Laximon, he’d spend his life supporting you. Honestly, I think the Laximon Household Master is better. A man like that ages from beautiful youth to beautiful middle age, and then becomes a beautiful elder.”
“Ah…”
“If your husband’s face is pleasant, even anger cools. It’s more important than you’d think. If physical attraction matters more, then Blake Isthel…”
“A-Aunt. Wait, just a moment!”
This topic was simply beyond my ability to follow.
Choosing husbands as casually as selecting vegetables at market—my cultivation was far too shallow for such discourse.
Cecilia glanced at me and let out a soft laugh.
“Never mind. Just choose the path that will make you happier. How you should live to find happiness—that’s what truly matters.”
“I… well. I hope to be loved not because of Viju, but simply for myself. I hope Viju isn’t the reason I’m loved.”
Everyone around me kept pressing the matter, so I’d thought about it alone before sleep.
But no matter how many times I pondered it, the answer remained the same.
Whether it’s because I’m free from Viju or not, I don’t want to be loved for Viju’s sake.
Of course, Rasifer had assured me that wasn’t the case.
“And I hope to get along well with the people precious to me. I want them to do their duties properly.”
“A wish befitting your age. Now let’s add the cloak.”
My aunt draped a flowing white cloak across my shoulders. How long had we stood together gazing into the mirror?
My aunt met my eyes in the mirror’s reflection.
“Child, remember this.”
“Yes?”
“From tonight’s party onward, it’s a marriage war. Everyone will watch with keen interest who you dance with first, who you drink with, and how many minutes you converse with whom. That’s the tedious nature of High Society.”
This was something I’d heard from Violet Aunt before coming here.
Of course, her tone was quite different—
“What I want to warn you about is this: if you have no intention of marrying Rasifer Laximon, don’t dance the first dance with him.”
“Why not?”
“If you dance the first dance with Rasifer, rumors will spread that you’re going to marry him. It will harden into fact. And if you choose another man instead of him, everyone will act as though you’ve betrayed him.”
While others were making their debutante bows and navigating High Society, I was clearing dungeons.
Because of that, my knowledge of High Society is purely theoretical.
‘I’m not entirely sure people would really do that, but there must be a reason the adults all say the same thing.’
Dancing once carries different weight now than it did when I was younger.
Back then, no one connected it to marriage, but now everyone does.
“Aunt, you know… isn’t there any way to avoid marriage altogether?”
“If you don’t want to, don’t. Just hold out until that damned old man dies.”
My aunt still called Grandfather “that damned old man.”
Father sometimes called him that too, so now there were two people in the family who did.
My aunt summoned the Maid to have the remaining jewelry and clothes put away, then straightened her posture.
“Besides, Diagon doesn’t want to marry you off anyway. When you find someone you truly love, marry then. Never enter into a political marriage.”
“Why not a political marriage?”
“Ugh, really. If I had to rank them, Rasifer Laximon would be first place for me. Dead last would be the Crown Prince.”
So Blake was neither one nor the other.
Or perhaps he occupied the middle ground—an appropriate choice without any rough edges.
After a moment’s thought, I broke into a bright smile and threw my arms around my aunt.
“This girl, still acting like a child with her whining.”

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