The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 228

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Part 2, Chapter 35 (228)
“Then I shall accompany you as well.”
In that moment, Blake, who had been quietly listening, spoke with grave deliberation.
His voice was measured, yet the resolve it carried was tempered steel.
“Combat is my domain. I assure you, I shall prove invaluable.”
“Ishel Household Master…”
As I addressed Blake, he immediately shook his head.
“Please, call me Blake.”
“I’m grateful for your courage, Blake.”
Truthfully, I couldn’t refuse him.
With Blake at my side, I would feel far more assured.
Besides, Rasifer had already consented to this arrangement.
We had devised our strategy before arriving here.
Blake was an essential piece of that plan.
“Excellent. That makes three of us.”
Rasifer let out a soft chuckle before continuing.
“But we’ll need three more. There are two towers, after all.”
Yes, that was the problem.
How I wished Maximilian were here…
‘No. Maximilian must be inside, rallying the people.’
I mustn’t entertain such dark thoughts.
Perhaps thanks to Maximilian, more lives within the tower would be spared.
It was then.
“Please… please, I beg you, save my daughter.”
Just as Father was about to speak, a Noble Lady approached me with trembling steps, then collapsed to her knees upon the ground.
“My daughter is only nine years old. She was curious about the party, and though I don’t usually bring her to such gatherings, she threw such a tantrum today that I thought, just this once… but…”
Her eyes were swollen from weeping, the evidence of her anguish unmistakable.
Seeing her delicate shoulders tremble as she grasped my hand, I lifted her into my embrace without hesitation.
“What is your daughter’s name?”
“Elodia Greenbell…”
I had no way of knowing which of the two towers she was in.
I had no certainty that I could save her.
But—
“I will do my best.”
A promise like that, at least, I could make.
Then Father, who had been waiting, spoke once more.
His voice carried an authority I had rarely heard, and his words were unwavering.
“Entering the towers means war. It is a matter of life and death. Before we decide who goes where and how we divide our forces, we must convene a military council. To authorize such an operation, we require the Emperor’s command.”
As he declared that we could not enter immediately, several Noble Ladies began to weep.
From among them, Rasifer slowly stepped forward and asked in a low, measured voice.
“So, does anyone know where the Emperor is right now? Shouldn’t at least the First Prince or the Empress be here?”
It was a truth no one could ignore any longer.
Rasifer pressed further with another remark.
“In this emergency, the Emperor, the First Prince, and even the Empress are nowhere to be seen. The only ones gathered here are us.”
He tilted his head back slightly, sweeping the Council Chamber with a sharp gaze.
“Surely you all realize how strange this is.”
His eyes lingered longest on the nobles who openly supported the First Prince.
Sensing his scrutiny, people began whispering softly and continued their fruitless discussion.
“Shouldn’t we send someone again?”
“But who here has the authority to request an audience with the Emperor?”
“The Captain of the Guard disappeared earlier, didn’t he?”
“Then where is the vice-captain?”
As someone’s voice rang out sharply, the Reception Room erupted into chaos.
Excited conversations tangled together, voices rose, and several people were already eyeing the door warily.
Yet no one dared to leave the room first.
They were too afraid.
“Perhaps someone already knew this would happen.”
At Rasifer’s words, tinged with mockery, one of the First Prince’s nobles questioned him.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Who knows. Think hard with that dull head of yours.”
Rasifer, exhausted, was in no mood for pleasantries.
He had always been ill-tempered, and irritation only made it worse.
Above all, what truly bothered him was knowing that resolving this chaos wouldn’t fall to these useless fools who were merely talking.
“Does anyone not know that the First Prince and the Empress are working with the Osirian Church? If you don’t, you must be remarkably naive.”
“That is——!”
“The Magic Tower has warned every year at the Regular General Assembly. The number of dungeons has increased, and their difficulty continues to rise. But it was ignored. What if all this was preparation to build this tower?”
Though he spoke with cynicism, Rasifer wasn’t truly angry.
After all, people are indifferent to anything that doesn’t concern them.
They wouldn’t care that someone risks their life to contain each dungeon break.
They wouldn’t even know gratitude.
‘Honestly, I’d rather leave this mess for you all to solve.’
But Superti is going in, so I have no choice.
I have to go too.
‘Besides, if I’m to align with the mythic flow of events, I have to enter anyway.’
My father is somewhere in the tower.
I don’t know which of the two locations, but… we will meet.
The world’s fortune I’ve read, its flow—that’s what it shows.
And that was, in its own way, a good thing.
I’d rather not have others witness a son killing his father.
It’s better to resolve it inside the tower where no one will know.
“Well then, rather than staying here, shouldn’t we go find His Majesty the Emperor?”
Rasifer nodded at Superti’s suggestion.
‘If my predictions are correct, the Emperor is probably already dead.’
The First Prince must have killed him.
Otherwise, there’d be no reason for him not to show his face here right now.
“Y-yes, let’s do that!”
“Let’s go!”
“We should all go together!”
Watching the fools band together as if they could accomplish anything, Rasifer swallowed his boredom with effort.
He’d already drawn up a roster suitable for forming a party, and his simulations had been running for quite some time.
With the creative strategy Superti had proposed, he could enter the Tower immediately without issue.
He’d simply fill in whatever gaps remained.
“Ah.”
Sure enough, beyond the Reception Room, the Corridor was devoid of a single soul.
Dawn was breaking, yet not even the sound of birds could be heard.
This was an omen of sorts.
There were no Maids cleaning as usual, no Servants hurrying about.
Dong— Doong— Dong.
In an instant, a heavy bell toll reverberated through the Castle.
The Emperor’s passing.
It was the emergency bell announcing the Emperor’s death.
“Your Majesty!!”
“Your Majesty!”
The startled nobles of the Imperial Palace began running frantically toward the Emperor’s Bedchamber.
“…!”
The Emperor’s Bedchamber normally had three doors for security purposes, with Knights stationed before each.
Yet now all those doors stood wide open.
As if welcoming guests, there were no Knights guarding them.
“First Prince Your Highness…?”
Someone pointed with trembling hands at the figure before them.
The wavering eyes next beheld the Emperor, lying crumpled beneath the Bed with blood dripping from his mouth.
The First Prince, who had been gazing down at his father’s corpse with remarkably clear eyes, lifted his head at the sound of footsteps.
“Oh, you’ve all arrived.”
“How did this come to pass, Your Highness!”
“Your Highness? Address me correctly.”
Teharion, smiling wickedly, slowly picked up the golden Casket lying beside the Emperor.
“Father has passed away, and the Crown Prince is missing. Truly a lamentable situation.”
As Teharion surveyed his surroundings, he spotted several figures and his brow furrowed.
‘The Admiral survived, of all people.’
It was less than he’d hoped for, but not unfavorable.
Maximilian had certainly disappeared.
That troublesome Medusa seemed to have vanished as well.
Teharion then placed the golden crown upon his own head.
The weight of power finally became real.
All that remained was to hear the nobility address me as ‘Your Majesty’.
“There was a provision in Imperial law regarding the succession of the throne during emergencies.”
“Surely not…”
“This is an emergency, and I am the only legitimate heir. If you understand, bow your heads.”
In times of war so dire that the nation itself could crumble, an Emperor must necessarily exist.
According to the line of succession, when the previous heir died, the throne would immediately pass to the next in line—no approval from the Nobility Council was required, and no coronation ceremony was necessary.
“L-Long live the Emperor!”
One of those who had been hesitating, gauging the mood, suddenly thrust his hand up and shouted loudly.
A few nobles who had previously supported the First Prince followed suit, but most remained silent before this shocking spectacle.
Faced with an atmosphere far worse than anticipated, Teharion finally cried out forcefully.
“Let those who acknowledge my succession come forward!”

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