The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 224

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Part 2, Chapter 31 (224)
When Rasifer Laximon withdrew the Opal Dragon’s egg from the Subspace, Blake understood.
Ah, so this is what difference truly means.
No further words were needed.
A treasure worthy of passing down through generations in the Imperial Palace itself—yet she received it as a birthday gift, presented as though it were nothing at all.
The Opal Dragon’s egg, a jewel whose value transcended all measure.
What if the dragon truly awakened and perched upon her shoulder?
‘No ornament in this world could rival the presence it would command.’
On radiant, sun-drenched days, the hatchling Opal Dragon would sit upon her shoulder, pouring forth living light in cascading brilliance.
The mere thought of it pierced his chest, and Blake found himself clenching his fists without conscious intent.
The moment Superti cradled the egg, an otherworldly luminescence emanated from within, bathing her entire form in its radiance.
It was a light that carved her very existence into brilliant relief.
I lack the eloquence to describe it further.
Yet one truth was undeniable—it suited her with devastating perfection. He could feel it to his very bones.
‘In contrast, what I gave her was….’
Merely an heirloom brooch, little better than an antique, and a pearl bracelet scraped together with difficulty.
Worn, diminutive, shabby… a shameful remnant.
He had poured his heart into that gift, hoping its sincerity would reach her.
But now he realized how fortunate it was that he had swallowed any accompanying words.
She was a woman who deserved nothing less than an Opal Dragon’s egg.
Rasifer Laximon had decided it so.
Yet he possessed neither the ability nor the right to offer such things.
“…It doesn’t suit me.”
The words escaped unbidden from his lips—not about her, but about himself.
Rasifer had truly crushed him with a method both certain and absolute.
Even their petty quarrel now felt like a courtesy, an accommodation to his level… this was, in other words.
Overwhelming dominance.
No other word could capture it.
‘I should never have given anything at all.’
He wished to return to his bestial form and bury every memory beneath instinct.
He should have offered his congratulations later than Rasifer.
His heart had rushed ahead, and he had hastily pressed something unsuitable upon her wrist—a regret that now consumed him entirely.
And now, she smiled at Rasifer with radiant brilliance.
In that single smile, Blake grasped yet another truth.
Never once, in all their time together, had Superti worn such an expression of ease.
‘It was different when I wore the beast’s form.’
In human shape, he could never draw forth such a face.
Blake withdrew quietly, his footsteps soundless.
Shame spread through his mouth, parching it completely.
Meanwhile, Rasifer savored the taste of victory.
There is no need to revel in such pride.
It is only natural, after all.
‘Who else but I could discover what suits Superti best?’
What did displease me was presenting the congratulatory gift beforehand, but that was all.
It was merely some unremarkable trinket that caught no one’s eye anyway.
While my words flowed with gentleness, my jeweled eyes gleamed with cruelty.
“We both have ‘fer’ in our names, don’t we, Pel?”
“Yes, we do.”
“What if we altered it slightly… to Pir?”
“A splendid name.”
He whispered tenderly, then quietly repeated the name ‘Pir’ to himself.
‘Yes, should I ever lose my mind one day,’
you will protect me.
Even if he became like his father, a Dragon would be something I could slay.
‘With the natural power Superti possesses, hatching a Dragon is no mere fantasy.’
When I discovered the egg, I poured an immense torrent of my mana into it.
There was no other way to awaken the young Dragon sleeping within the petrified shell.
I would expend mana in quantities that only a fully-grown Dragon could provide.
I nearly perished in that process, but ultimately, I succeeded.
Having poured so much mana into it, I could have claimed ownership of the egg, yet from the beginning, I sought it for Superti’s sake.
To bestow upon her the mightiest shield in all of history.
The young Dragon would become an indispensable existence for the great destiny that lay ahead.
‘The Tower of Paradise.’
Ever since Blake Isshel revealed information about that tower, I have felt a gnawing revulsion.
I was never one with a keen appetite, but now I cannot stomach anything at all.
‘My father, of all people… how does he manage to commit such shameful acts?’
I cannot even lift my face in shame, and I wish he would die quickly, yet whatever dark magic he dabbled in has allowed him to cling to life with stubborn persistence, despite possessing no original body.
No one told me—I simply knew, most wretchedly.
The aura of dark magic that had burrowed into this land.
That grotesque and repugnant sensation I felt when the tower rose.
And not long ago, whose Subspace had spiraled into madness.
‘I wish I were an ordinary person who could feel none of this.’
Though then, I would never have found the Opal Dragon’s egg.
‘But soon, a mythic current shall arrive—one where a son may kill his father.’
Until now, I could not pinpoint where my father dwelt.
My father possesses formidable magical power as well, but the time is not yet ripe.
Moreover, to tear my father to pieces would demand great sacrifice on my part, so time was necessary.
Time for the young one to grow.
‘Even now, there is no guarantee I can win without sacrifice.’
The stars are telling me so.
My win rate against my father in direct confrontation, and the probability of defeat.
Every possible scenario, all of them.
Thus, Rasifer meticulously calculated the moment when he could emerge victorious.
‘When my father’s dark magic ripens completely and loses the power to control the subspace he created and possessed through white magic. Paradoxically, at that very moment, white magic too shall reach its zenith.’
Not long ago, I witnessed a vision.
Had I not discovered my father’s rampaging subspace?
That pitiful subspace roamed the entire Empire in search of sustenance until I could annihilate it.
It must have prowled the back alleys primarily, devouring those deemed expendable, those who would vanish without notice.
Naturally, everything it consumed became nourishment for the Tower—
‘Yet of all places, Superti had to be there.’
Rasifer’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
Truthfully, I found Maximilian Barateum equally contemptible.
That fool should have died alone, yet he deliberately triggered Superti’s protective instincts and kind nature, burdening her with his ruin.
‘Those wretches who demand everything from Superti yet offer nothing in return.’
When desperation strikes, they are the sort to demand sacrifice from Superti in any form.
I despised that.
I deemed it presumptuous.
‘The moment Viju’s Companion appears, they’ll transform their entire demeanor.’
The Companion is precious and invaluable—they won’t even let her set foot in danger.
They won’t even ask for help, fearing they might appear inadequate.
Just as I do now.
And then they’ll spout nonsense to Superti like ‘You’re strong, aren’t you?’ or ‘You receive the Spirit King’s blessing,’ and it was painfully obvious.
Awakeners become so callous toward others the moment they meet their Companion.
And I, in all sincerity, despised even the slimmest possibility of a future where Superti could be treated in such a manner.
She is precious to me—for a lifetime, even beyond death.
Naturally, I shall be the first to enter dangerous places, and if anything proves difficult, naturally I shall handle it.
I would diminish myself to do so, and I was certain I could bear it without showing strain.
I would demand nothing, and if there were anything I desired, it would be love—only love.
“I’ll investigate what the Elves are scheming. Don’t worry too much, Shu.”
“Mm.”
“Wait. I’ll try to dispel the tracking magic directed at non-human races.”
I whispered softly, concentrating mana at my fingertips.
Golden radiance spread across the back of my hand as a delicate magic circle unfurled in the air. Within it, countless threads of energy intertwined and shifted.
It was precisely at that moment of concentration.
“Kyaaaaa, aaaaaa, aaaaaaaah!”
From somewhere, a scream so anguished it could tear eardrums pierced the night.
Rasifer’s gaze immediately fixed upon some point in the night sky.
There was nothing visible, yet I could sense it.
“Something approaches.”

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