The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 233

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Part 2, Chapter 40 (233)
As the weather grew colder and fewer people passed through the streets, I could no longer earn money, and though a week had passed without eating anything, leaving me weakened, I had deliberately exaggerated my pitiful appearance in an act.
I calculated that the noble lady who often came by would surely take me in.
The Spirit, unable to bear watching the one she loved perish so meaninglessly, finally approached me and spoke.
“I have listened well to your singing all this time. I shall grant you one wish, so think carefully and speak it.”
Talisman, hungry as I was, had meant to ask for food, but I hesitated.
The woman before my eyes appeared so mysteriously beautiful today that she seemed utterly inhuman.
Talisman, whose instinct for recognizing opportunity was as sharp as ever, feigned tears and opened my mouth.
“Ah, I am grateful that you, a noble lady, would bestow such attention upon one as lowly as myself.”
If I was to die anyway, there was no reason I could not wish for something impossible.
Soon I let tears fall beneath my long lashes and whispered.
“I… wish to gain the ability to transform everything into gold.”
In truth, Talisman had grown terribly weary of this wandering life.
Born an orphan, I had neither home nor family. All I possessed was a handsome face that caused noble ladies to visit me in secret at night, and skill in singing.
In fact, I had wanted to abandon this life entirely. Or perhaps I would rather die here.
The Spirit, having read Talisman’s heart, let her eyebrows ripple quietly.
“That will be a curse, not a blessing. Think again. Wish for something befitting the songs you sing.”
Yet Talisman smiled sadly and shook my head.
“Song, love, hunger—in the end, they all require money. Gold solves everything. If you pity me, then grant that everything my right hand touches becomes gold.”
The Spirit bit her lips, but because she loved him, she granted the wish.
In that moment, his right hand blazed with golden light.
When Talisman clenched his fist, stones became gold and worthless weeds transformed into golden thread.
Grasping the world’s wealth in his hands, Talisman sang with joy.
“In my hands lies riches more brilliant than the sun!”
The Spirit felt relieved watching him rejoice.
She believed Talisman would regain his strength and sing again.
But having obtained gold, Talisman rushed to unleash the desires he had long concealed.
He no longer sang of love.
He poured forth vulgar obscenities that could not be spoken aloud, and frequented the gambling house daily.
He spent his days intoxicated, flanked by friends purchased with gold and a mistress obtained through gold.
Lira, who had been merely his means of earning money, soon found herself cast into a corner, growing cold and lifeless, and Talisman forgot how to sing.
The Spirit was deeply disappointed, yet still could not abandon her last hope and lingered at his side.
Perhaps one day he would sing again.
After ten years, or perhaps twenty, would he not wish to sing?
Yet as she lingered, Talisman, intoxicated by pleasure, never sang again.
Blossoms withered and grass yellowed and withered—the seasons turned ten times over.
For the Spirit, it was but a blink of an eye, but for Talisman, it was time enough to grow old.
In middle age, Talisman experienced certain changes, the first being that he had formed a household with a woman he met by chance.
The woman repeatedly asked him to sing for her, but Talisman scoffed.
“I am sick of singing. Why would you wish me to engage in such trivial work?”
The second time, he betrayed his wife and took up with a mistress he’d met at a gambling house, and they had a daughter together.
Talisman promptly divorced his tiresome wife and lavished everything upon his daughter, doting on her endlessly.
Though his right hand prevented him from ever holding her, that same right hand had secured the most expensive mansion and servants in the neighborhood, so he harbored no regrets.
Even when his daughter suffered from high fever, he couldn’t carry her while running, but he could simply summon a doctor with money, so he saw no problem.
Talisman exercised utmost caution with his right hand and abandoned gambling entirely.
Former acquaintances came flocking, wailing and threatening for gold, but he merely hired security to fortify his home like an impregnable fortress.
“I’m so suffocated living like this, darling. The weather is lovely today—let’s go on a picnic.”
“That won’t do.”
No matter how his wife pleaded, Talisman always insisted they mustn’t leave the house—until the day his second child was conceived.
Unable to refuse the pregnant mistress’s request, Talisman ventured to the riverside for a picnic, every nerve taut with tension.
His eldest daughter, now five years old, toddled about chasing butterflies, and initially nothing seemed amiss.
“Ahhhhh!”
“My child!!”
In the moment he looked away, his daughter tumbled into the river.
Panicked, Talisman plunged into the water at once, but in that instant, he grasped her with his right hand instead of his left.
“Father…!”
With a single piercing cry, his daughter’s wrist transformed to gold.
*Crackle.*
Soon his daughter became a complete golden statue.
Consumed by anguish, Talisman wandered the forest, wailing.
“Please… please return her to me. My daughter…! You may take this cursed hand back!”
The watching spirit knelt before him and showed him the way.
“Return to that river where you lost your daughter and wash your hands. Let the water filled with your remorse cleanse your sin.”
Like when he first met the spirit, Talisman fasted for seven days and nights, then made his way to the river with faltering steps.
The moment he submerged his trembling hands in the river, the golden radiance of fortune that had dwelt in his skin quietly dissolved.
But his daughter did not return.
Instead, as the spirit’s heart tore asunder, so too did the sky.
The night sky of Laximon wailed and unleashed lightning, and all gold vanished.
After that day, rumors spread among the people that Talisman had gone mad and lost his sight.
Having lost the power built on gold, Talisman divorced and wandered the world alone until he fell into the river and ended his life.
And so, on stormy nights when lightning strikes the riverbank where Talisman died, a sorrowful song is said to echo.
The song of one who desired love, yet chose desire instead.
‘There are several stories similar to this one, but each differs slightly.’
In other words, multiple versions of the same fairy tale exist, sharing a common core.
Out of curiosity, I examined legends and folklore as well, and there I found a figure called King Manudasas who supposedly obtained a golden hand.
‘The same story transformed as it passed from mouth to mouth. This is likely the true version.’
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ feels melancholy.]
Judging by the Luck Spirit King’s reaction, I must be correct—
‘Being close with the Emotion Spirit King, getting excited about romance…’
Perhaps this really did happen.
Though that’s not really what matters right now.
“The real question is where this river is….”
I was muttering to myself when a voice suddenly came from above on my left.
“Oh, this is that fairy tale I used to love.”
“Pel! Is the meeting over?”
“Yes. I wanted to see you, so I hurried back.”
Soft sunlight streamed through the high window.
The light flowed across Rasifer’s hair, and it looked as though gold were melting.
“I loved this story so much that I collected different versions of it.”
“Really? Do you happen to know where the river in this story is? Could it be a real place?”
As I poured out my curiosity excitedly, Rasifer smiled faintly.
“Yes. I have a habit of digging into one thing until there’s nothing left to wonder about… so I do know. It’s the Goldrick River, and it’s only twenty minutes from the mansion.”
“It’s that close?”
“Actually, there’s a theory that this mansion itself was the house bought by Talisman, who appears in the legend. Want to go now?”

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