The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 232

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Part 2, Episode 39 (232)
When Cecilia was summoned by the invitation, she instinctively knew she was inside the Tower of Hell.
She had fallen into the river, but the dark blue current moved slowly enough that she swam out without difficulty. As Medusa, she surveyed her surroundings and saw people in similar predicaments drifting downstream.
“It was faster and safer to turn them into stone statues rather than pull out people flailing about alive. So I turned them all to stone.”
“That’s… quite a bold approach.”
“It doesn’t matter since I can turn them back. If everyone panics together, it just gets noisy. At least one or two would definitely die.”
Cecilia replied curtly and then shared what she had observed.
“The area around the river was strangely quiet.”
We had walked perhaps ten paces.
Between the grass wetted by the dark blue water, winged insects emitting faint light like fireflies revealed themselves.
However, they were far too large to be fireflies, and their appearance was grotesque.
Their carapaces gleamed like glass, and their backs—not their heads—were densely studded with small granules that resembled human eyes.
“Those creatures circled around the river, and the moment they sensed me, they changed direction and swarmed toward me. I turned them to stone as well.”
Maximilian released a sigh of relief as he listened to Cecilia’s account.
He felt genuinely apologetic, but right now having Medusa with them was more reassuring than anything else could be.
“I was surrounded by these mushrooms from the very beginning.”
“That’s interesting. We found a spiral staircase while searching for an exit and climbed up. Since this is a tower, it seems each floor has a different environment.”
Cecilia’s deduction was sharp and accurate.
Though it wasn’t the answer people wanted to hear.
“Then… we have to climb to the next floor as well?”
“How do we know if this place is any safer?”
“That’s true. The Crown Prince’s flames keep those creatures from attacking us, after all.”
As fearful people muttered a few words, Cecilia immediately let out a scoff.
“How long do you think we can survive here with no food? Don’t talk like cowards.”
“…!”
“I turned every monster I encountered on the way up from the lower floor to stone. We’ll do the same this time and find our way up.”
The exit was likely at the very top floor.
Or something resembling an exit.
Either way, there was no way down, so we had no choice but to go up.
‘An environment full of mushroom spores isn’t good for the lungs. Half of them will definitely die.’
Though she spoke with conviction, Cecilia herself was anxious.
Her rabbit-like husband was waiting at home, and she feared she might not return.
Teddy would surely be devastated.
‘He’s already such a delicate man… I don’t want to see him cry as if he’s lost the world.’
Fortunately, since the Crown Prince could unleash flames, they could all move together under the Small Soldier’s protection.
Of course, that was only if she went first and turned as many monsters to stone as possible.
“These mushrooms look safe now, but you never know. If poisonous mushrooms are mixed in and they release spores, we’ll all likely die.”
“That’s… well…”
“And I have no intention of sitting here stupidly waiting for death. If you can manage without me, then do so.”
The momentum of those who had opposed Cecilia’s declaration faltered.
Wasn’t it natural that sticking close to someone strong would increase my chances of survival?
“If we consider the river where I fell as the first floor, and the mushroom layer as the second floor… we probably need to go up to the fifth floor. Since it’s the Tower of Hell, it would be good to assume the top is the sixth floor.”
“I agree.”
Maximilian, who had been deep in thought, opened his mouth slowly.
“Let’s move. If there are more people, we need to save them.”
* * *
While the survivors inside the tower were forming a team and moving about, outside the tower.
The atmosphere at the Laximon Estate had grown quite heated.
Some people had returned home by magic, while those remaining continued strategic discussions under Admiral Fasayen’s command.
We had sent mages to the outside for help, and those who could come would arrive by this evening.
And I… was doing what I could do immediately.
“Is it the true name of the Luck Spirit King?”
“Yes, do you have any materials about it?”
“Hmm, well. We do have ancient texts gathered in the library, but….”
Since I couldn’t pull Rasifer away from the meeting in progress, I cornered the elderly Head Butler with questions.
“It’s the first I’ve heard of it. Of course, the Previous Kaiser was exceptionally fortunate compared to others.”
“I heard the Luck Spirit King has had a relationship with Laximon since long ago. There must be traces of it somewhere here. Myths, legends… or perhaps stories passed down orally.”
At my earnest request, the Head Butler pressed his temples in contemplation.
“Stories traditionally passed down in Laximon…. There are some like that. But whether it will be helpful….”
“Anything is fine. Please tell me what you know.”
“Then I’ll show you the books that Rasifer read when he was about two or three years old. They’re like fairy tales for young children.”
Fairy tales that Rasifer used to read.
That alone sparked my curiosity.
‘I need to contract with the Luck Spirit King as quickly as possible.’
Right now, the power of luck is desperately needed.
It will also help when discovering the true names of other Spirit Kings.
“Here it is. I’ve had it cleaned, but since it’s old, there might be bookworms and such, so please examine the books with this handkerchief.”
“Thank you.”
The place the Head Butler guided me to was a separate room at the very back of the library.
Whether it was being used as a storage room, the dark interior was filled with old books.
“A collection of Laximon myths for children. Let me start with this one.”
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ feels slightly shy.]
For now, the Luck Spirit King’s reaction seems good.
Settling myself among the piles of books, I carefully opened one page.
One book, then two….
How much time had passed.
Coughing from the dust, I extracted one story.
[Once upon a time, in the very distant past.
Before Laximon earned its name as a land of magic, there lived a spirit of dazzling loveliness.
The shy spirit would secretly move among people, offering very small acts of kindness.
I would make small flowers bloom in the flower beds each morning to brighten someone’s day, or gently catch a falling child to spare them from injury.
I even helped a hungry man find a coin on the street, and breathed courage into a woman facing an important interview so she would succeed.
And everyone rejoiced. Though they never knew the source of their fortune, they smiled through their days, and I found joy in witnessing their happiness.
Then came a certain spring.
A wandering bard arrived in Laximon and began to sing.
His name was Talisman.
He was a man who drifted from place to place, carrying only a lyre and singing melodies that stole the hearts of all who heard them.
Enchanted by his crystalline voice, I found myself at his side each day, listening to his songs.
One day, then two.
Spring, my most beloved season, slipped away and summer painted the world green; even after the cicadas fell silent and autumn returned, I still listened only to his melodies.
And so, before I knew it, I had fallen in love with him.
How could I not have succumbed to one who sang of love and tragedy with but a single delicate string?
I broke the ancient taboo and approached him in human form, offering him payment for his songs.
But then one day, the lyre slipped from Talisman’s hands.

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