The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 247

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Part 2, Episode 54 (247)
There were letters scattered everywhere.
All those letters that Rasifer and I had exchanged since childhood filled the space.
‘If this were a hallucination, how could it manifest something like this?’
As I carefully withdrew each letter one by one and read them, I laughed softly.
It wasn’t just the ones I’d received—the letters I’d sent to him were here too.
It was amusing to find our story preserved in this place.
After that, I pulled out a notebook that resembled a diary and flipped through it.
There, written in my own handwriting, were words telling me I was twenty-six years old and not to fear the times I lost my memories.
‘Oh, that’s right! Where’s Blake?’
I suddenly leaped from my seat as I was reading through the pages, remembering someone else entirely.
“Pel! Pel, listen…!”
“I’m right here. What’s wrong, Shuya?”
“No, where’s Blake? We didn’t leave him behind, did we?”
At my urgent question, he furrowed his brow slightly.
“I never get used to hearing another man’s name.”
“Ah… I’m sorry. I don’t really understand what kind of relationship we have right now….”
At my words, Rasifer’s expression softened immediately.
“We’re in love.”
But had Rasifer ever shown me such a frown before?
Something felt off, but I decided not to show it.
If this were a hallucination, there might be some keyword that would wake me up.
Yet no matter how much I searched over the next few hours, I found no clear evidence that this was a hallucination.
Instead, I only found evidence that something was wrong with me.
“…But why are only the two of us alive here?”
Exhausted, I collapsed in front of the fireplace as night fell.
Rasifer, who had been sitting on the sofa reading a book, approached me, draped a blanket around my shoulders, and made me a warm cup of tea.
“I didn’t want you to reveal that your condition is unstable. If those around you knew you lost your memories like this from time to time, their hearts would ache.”
“I see. But what about servants?”
“I can do everything myself, so why would I need them?”
Rasifer replied matter-of-factly and summoned a comb from somewhere, then sat behind me.
“Let me brush your hair for you, Shu.”
“Mm.”
I’m having trouble breathing, somehow.
Is something wrong?
But he said he’d let me meet my family and Sister Diolrose too.
After all, we’re alone like this because he was worried about me….
‘But… but something feels suffocating.’
He says this is what I wanted, so why does it feel like I’m being forced?
Was Rasifer… the kind of man who would leave me feeling this stifled?
‘He always seemed like someone who would read my heart before I could, stepping ahead of me.’
Right now, it felt wrong to say anything more about this subject.
There was a subtle atmosphere to it, if I had to describe it.
‘Is it love when you can’t speak your mind freely because you’re too aware of the other person’s feelings?’
As I tilted my head in confusion, I soon began to doze off.
It was likely because I had been so exhausted and worn down until now.
I had spent the entire day on edge, searching for evidence that this reality was a lie, and now—
‘I just want to rest a little.’
Just for a moment. Just a very brief moment.
They said everyone had been saved. They said I could be at peace.
– Superti! Where are you, Shu!
Just as sleep was beginning to claim me, a loud voice cried out near my ear.
That too was ■■■■.
* * *
The next day, I had a meal of pancakes and potato salad that he had made himself.
The food was warm and delicious enough to bring tears to my eyes.
After that, I put on a light sundress and went to see the Painting Room.
My barely concealed excitement at the prospect of seeing in reality what I had witnessed in dreams made him chuckle softly.
In the afternoon, I drank juice made from blueberries he had picked fresh from the Garden—so refreshingly tart that I couldn’t possibly think of it as fake.
A humble life, yet filled with such devotion.
Everything here was so perfectly complete, almost unrealistically so.
Just one thing.
The only exception being that I couldn’t meet my friends or see my family.
But still, what does it matter…?
Even if I can’t meet them, my family doesn’t disappear.
‘No.’
That was when a flicker of something stirred in my vacant gaze.
‘You know it’s not true. You already know.’
This was the voice of my own heart.
But unfortunately, I couldn’t follow that thread of thought.
Whenever I tried to contemplate something deeply, my head ached.
My thoughts kept fragmenting and breaking apart.
‘Don’t doubt’ and ‘You can doubt.’ And then, going further, ‘Don’t believe anything’ and ‘How could you not trust someone who treats you so well? You’re truly a wicked child,’ both echoed simultaneously.
“Shu, are you suffering? Your face is pale.”
“…Yes.”
“Then lean on me. I’ll sing for you.”
Ah, there’s that dissonance again.
It feels like I’m missing something.
– That’s not me, Shu. Damn it!
Like tinnitus, someone’s cry reaches my ears. The moment I try to focus on it, my head throbs with a crushing pain once more.
Leaning against him, I tried to gather my thoughts while listening to the sweet melody of his song.
‘He’ would say things like this.
But ■■■■ was somewhat different.
He was kind, gentle, and affectionate—the same in those respects—and yet.
‘I am not like my father. I want to love you, cherish you, and prioritize you above myself.’
Hadn’t he said exactly that before?
And even before that—
‘I was born for you. I’m not trying to reshape you according to my desires.’
Yes. He had said that.
But now, what I felt was entirely different.
Just because something is sweet doesn’t mean it isn’t coercion.
“Can’t we just use magic and go see Father right now?”
“We could, but it’s far too late. Let’s go tomorrow, Shu.”
“No, right now. I want to go now.”
“Why is my love being so stubborn today?”
The hand brushing through my hair stilled.
Though I couldn’t see his face, the chill emanating from him made me seal my lips shut.
I had the feeling that one more word would spark a fight.
‘But why shouldn’t we fight?’
Isn’t a healthy relationship one where you argue, resolve things, and come to understand each other that way?
Everything surrounding me screams not to think further, yet my mind won’t stop racing.
I can’t understand it, can’t accept it.
“Sleep tonight. We’ll go tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
He soothed and coaxed me gently, then carried me to bed.
I tried to resist sleep, but the moment he pulled the blanket up to my neck, an irresistible drowsiness washed over me.
‘I… can’t. Once he falls asleep, I need to… examine this place… carefully…’
– Shu!!
Ah, who was calling out to me like that?
So discordant with this blissful space.
When consciousness snapped and my eyes opened again, I found myself in a completely different place.
* * *
“Damn it.”
Meanwhile, Rasifer continued straining to access her consciousness, cradling Superti, who had collapsed like a puppet with severed strings.
‘She fell asleep within the illusion. She detected me approaching the critical code and activated her defensive protocols.’
Rasifer was currently weaving two spells simultaneously.
His right hand rested on Superti’s smooth forehead, penetrating deep into her consciousness, while his left hand methodically peeled away and dispelled the layered illusion magic one by one.
The magic of this layer was extraordinarily intricate—it seemed as though that dear father had poured the very essence of his craft into it.
‘I understand why he created such a thing, though.’
Once he reclaimed Mother, he would have imprisoned her within this illusion.
As I dismantled the spells one by one, I realized this incantation was disturbingly ingenious.
It manipulated the surrounding environment and controlled the mind so thoroughly that anyone trapped in the hallucination couldn’t even doubt, should they attempt to.
While gaslighting the target, it ransacked their memories to construct the surroundings with even greater realism and precision.
The magic itself lived and breathed, adapting to circumstances without the caster lifting a finger—everything unfolded naturally.
Had the architect of this spell been anyone other than Father, I might have grudgingly admired it.
Rasifer seized the mana one by one—crimson, azure, occasionally shimmering gold, then shifting to emerald—and erased them.
Part of me wanted to shatter it all to pieces immediately, but doing so recklessly could endanger whoever was trapped in the hallucination.
“You’re clever enough to understand. That it’s all false.”

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