The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 226

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Part 2, Chapter 33 (226)
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The Imperial Palace was thrown into absolute chaos.
Nobles who had lost family members raged and wailed, while those fortunate enough to remain untouched clung desperately to their loved ones, refusing to let go.
“This is all because of the Fasayen Princess!”
“If all those invitations bore names pointing to a single person, there’s clearly a problem.”
“Exactly! Take responsibility!”
Among those who remained, some had actually opened and read their invitations.
A few escaped abduction by dropping theirs in shock upon witnessing others vanish beside them, while others had opened theirs out of curiosity, then hastily discarded them to avoid involvement in the catastrophe.
What mattered was that some people now knew the contents of the invitations.
Anxiety, like any living creature, only grew larger the more it clustered together.
When fear deepened, voices rose and bodies swelled with rage.
The Grand Reception Room—designed to entertain foreign dignitaries—had become packed with those who had fled the Banquet Hall.
There, everyone shouted at Admiral Fasayen.
“Where is the Fasayen Princess right now!”
“She should be here! What in the world is happening…!”
“Even the Crown Prince has vanished. This is no trivial matter. Say something, Admiral!”
Admiral Fasayen, Diagon, stood at the center of the accusations with his eyes closed in silence.
The noise of cowards meant nothing to him anyway.
All that mattered now was that his daughter was not here.
What did their blame matter?
As long as his daughter didn’t hear this senseless prattle, that was enough.
Yet he understood that with forty-four people vanished in this catastrophic incident, someone would need to vent their accusations.
He had lost his mind when he lost his wife and daughter, after all.
Therefore, Diagon resolved to bear it all himself.
Wasn’t that a father’s role, after all?
“Fasayen has also suffered losses. Choose your words carefully.”
His weighty words silenced the uproar instantly.
“And I fail to see how my daughter is to blame. Fasayen is also a victim of this incident. Cecilia has disappeared.”
“But…!”
“What you’re all saying amounts to this: that everything happened because of my daughter—”
He paused, casting his gaze across the crowd.
“Shouldn’t your true anger be directed at those who committed this heinous act of abduction? What you’re doing now looks to me like throwing empty punches at the easiest target rather than the real enemy.”
There was no flaw in the words he spoke with such cold severity.
The people, suddenly silenced, looked at one another. The seething resentment shattered like waves against stone, and a heavy silence descended.
Before the Admiral spoke, they had been permitted to voice their complaints. He would tolerate that much.
But from now on, they had to choose their words with care.
“If only the birthday hadn’t been held at the Imperial Palace….”
Someone muttered this with a voice thick with regret.
Diagon pressed his fingers to his temples and drew a short breath.
The words from the invitation letter became vividly clear in my mind.
『We would be honored to welcome the Saint to our Tower.
Those invited previously have been divided between two towers.
Should you accept this invitation, we shall return them safely.
Furthermore, we shall grant you the opportunity to meet that cherished person you have long sought.
If you accept our invitation, please come to the entrance of the Tower of Hell.』
“…They are holding hostages and making explicit threats. Does anyone here possess a productive countermeasure beyond resentment and condemnation?”
As Diagon spoke coldly, tension once again settled over the Reception Room.
“If not, I shall convey Fasayen’s position. I myself will enter that tower. So from this moment forward, should anyone dare speak of my daughter….”
Diagon trailed off.
Yet the killing intent alone that gleamed in those blue eyes conveyed the meaning perfectly.
“But the messenger sent to inform the Emperor—has he not yet returned?”
Diagon asked in a weary voice, suppressing the madness that threatened to surge with mere words.
It had been an hour since he sent someone to inform the Emperor of this crisis.
That they had not yet returned could only mean one thing—perhaps something had befallen that messenger.
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‘So the entrance must be at the base.’
At that same moment.
I was surveying the very top of the tower after summoning Urakan.
Father had hoped I would remain somewhere safe with Rasifer, but the incident was far too grave for that.
“Pel, would it be impossible for the people trapped inside to escape on their own? Several Awakeners were abducted too.”
“It would depend on the conditions within the dungeon… but honestly, it won’t be easy.”
The Tower of Hell.
So immense it could be seen even from the Imperial Palace, it tore through the sky in an ominous and bizarre form.
Upon its pitch-black walls, a crimson glow wavered as though drenched in blood, while the summit was obscured by fog and lightning intertwined, refusing to grant clear sight.
The only certainty was that a ‘rift’ had opened at its peak.
Gazing down from atop Urakan, the black tower seemed like nothing less than a structure from another world. Or perhaps the work of a giant.
“Pel, can you examine the internal structure?”
“It’s faintly visible, but… the entire tower is covered in a mana field, so it’s not clear.”
“Any traces of people…?”
“I can’t tell. I’m sorry, Shu.”
My breath caught, but I forced myself to steady my breathing.
‘They’re alive. All of them. For now.’
The invitation had my name written clearly upon it.
They wanted me to come.
‘But why?’
What could I possibly do for them.
‘If they needed me, they could just say so. Why resort to something like this.’
I did not know the identity of my enemy, nor their purpose.
That uncertainty frustrated me beyond measure.
“Shu, the wind is getting cold. We should head down soon.”
“…Okay.”
[The Air Spirit King, Shapasi, emphasizes that the minimum required party size is three members, not just the minimum allowed.]
[You must form a party with at least three people. If you enter with three or fewer, you won’t be able to withstand the life-draining speed.]
I’ll keep that in mind, Shapasi.
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, has prepared a birthday gift for you.]
[Though honestly, I didn’t want to give it in an atmosphere like this….]
I’m fine, Mother.
I’m not even afraid. I’m just angry.
[Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve reached out. Things aren’t looking good, but I hope the gifts the Spirit Kings prepared so carefully will be of help to you T^T]
Soon after, Upiros sent a sparkling message.
[As a commemoration of your coming of age, the Eden Shop has been freely upgraded to ‘Premium’!]
Premium?
[Yes, the variety will increase tremendously. However, from now on, even the cheapest items will require three stamps to purchase.( ◜⤙◝ )]
Could there be a clever solution to resolve this current situation?
Clinging to a thread of hope, I descended from Urakan.
[★U★P★G★R★A★D★I★N★G★ in progress…. (૭ ᐕ)૭ -★]
[Upgrade complete! Welcome to Eden Shop-Premium! You no longer need hand kisses. Just say ‘Eden Shop’ and that’s all!]
The air around me shifted, and a more refined and elegant window materialized before my eyes with great fanfare.
Twenty items were currently displayed.
‘The number of stamps I currently have is….’
[🙂: 11 stamps]
[Grape Board Progress: 26/30]
Could I afford two items?
[The Flame Spirit King, Flammeus, wipes his nose with a sniff.]
[I argued with Causality quite a bit to give you this. I hope it proves useful to you.]
[The Water Spirit King, Aurora, clarifies that arguing means they negotiated.]
‘It’s the best gift. Thank you, Mother. And thank you, Spirit Kings.’
After examining the window for a while, I looked around my surroundings.
I wanted to find a quiet place to examine this more carefully. Where should I go?
Then Rasifer spoke to me.
“There’s something you want to learn about, isn’t there?”
“Huh? Y-yes.”
“I’ll keep watch over the surroundings, so do what you want. Once you’re done, let’s go to the Reception Room together.”
I know Rasifer can read the sparkling messages the Spirit Kings send, but can he see the Eden Shop too?

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