The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 248

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Part 2, Chapter 55 (248)
Illusion magic.
It divided into two roles: the ‘caster’ who designed the illusion, and the ‘dreamer’ who fell within it.
One method was for an outside force to directly intervene in the dreamer’s mind and pull them out, but the orthodox way was for the dreamer themselves to realize that world was false.
Doubt alone was the only path that could crack an illusion.
If the dreamer clearly recognized the illusion as fake despite numerous distractions, they could awaken.
“Shu, I’m here. Beside you. Please… realize that this is an illusion.”
Rasifer whispered desperately, placing a gentle hand against Superti’s cheek.
The mana flowing from his fingertips seeped into her consciousness like ripples across water.
* * *
The paradise-like place vanished, and I opened my eyes on a bed that was somewhat hard, its surface pressing uncomfortably against my back.
I swore I had never seen this place in my entire life.
Clutching the blanket tightly, I looked around cautiously, and then suddenly realized something.
The breathing in this bed was not mine alone.
There was something deeper and slower—like that of an adult man—present.
Once I noticed it, I finally saw him, and I swallowed a scream, pulling the blanket up to my chest.
The man lying face-down was covered in muscular contours across his back.
He frowned at the sudden cold, then stretched his arm and wrapped it around my waist.
“Sleep more. It’s still dawn.”
I knew the owner of this voice.
There was only one person with this manner of speech and black hair.
“Blake, this is… I mean…”
“Did you have a bad dream?”
Only then did the man look at me with sleepy eyes, his gaze brimming with affection.
As if his sleep hadn’t been disturbed at all, he showed no annoyance and raised his upper body.
“You’re sweating. I’ll call a physician.”
“Wait, just wait. Why are you suddenly speaking formally? We were supposed to…”
speak casually with each other.
Those words couldn’t quite escape my lips and lingered in my mouth.
Blake then made an ‘ah’ expression and laughed sheepishly.
“I keep forgetting. Forgive me.”
“…”
“You seem fully awake now. Are you hungry?”
The man’s jawline was sharp, with shadow and light playing subtly across his features.
He looked far more mature than in my last memory, but he was unmistakably Blake.
“Is this… Isthel Castle?”
“Of course.”
“You’re showing me illusions like this?”
Astounded, I wrapped the entire blanket around myself and sat up abruptly.
No matter how much I looked around, ‘he’ was nowhere to be found.
I rushed to the window and peered outside, only to receive an even greater shock.
Gone was the garden overflowing with white blossoms, gone the weeping willow that swayed so pleasantly in the breeze.
All that remained was a desolate Training Ground with dust swirling through the air, accompanied by monotonous stone decorations of similar design.
“Was it a dream?”
Blake approached me as I muttered those words in hollow disbelief, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“A long and terrible dream, perhaps.”
“…Yes.”
Whether from the cold or something else, a headache was beginning to form.
I needed to ask him to find ‘him’ for me.
I needed to ask him to send me back there.
As anxiety and thirst seized me simultaneously, causing my feet to fidget, Blake brought me water.
Unlike the fresh water one could taste in Fasayen or ■■■, this water was somewhat bland and had a stale quality to it.
‘Ah, I can’t remember. Where is ■■■?’
I needed to know the name of the place to go there.
Wracking my brain, I barely managed to recall the name.
But tragically, that name vanished like a mirage almost immediately.
‘■■■■.’
Whenever I tried to speak his name, the syllables would fragment in my mouth. Thus I found myself utterly unable to speak it.
Everything was so mangled that it couldn’t form any coherent language.
Blake’s expression grew quite serious, as if he realized I wasn’t joking.
Since there was nothing I could do in the moment, I allowed myself to be attended to—changing clothes and bathing. Afterward, I dined with him, and though the food was excellent, my heart remained persistently uneasy.
This place didn’t feel like where I belonged.
“Today I must conduct an inspection of the Territory. Will you accompany me?”
He used formal speech again, perhaps because servants were present.
I shook my head and pushed away the bowl I’d barely touched.
“What are we to each other?”
At my question, a flash of sorrow crossed Blake’s face before vanishing.
“As I thought—you’ve forgotten me again. Or rather, you’re rejecting the situation itself.”
“Rejecting… the situation?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, I’ll have a physician summoned.”
Was something wrong with me?
No, that wasn’t it. Just moments ago… I wasn’t here.
I couldn’t understand it.
A hollow emptiness filled my chest, as if I’d forgotten something I should never have forgotten.
I felt like crying.
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“Tsk.”
Rasifer crushed the white magical power held within his grasp.
She had certainly made things troublesome.
Once he had peeled away a sufficient layer, he was able to observe Superti’s condition from a third-party perspective.
Truly… an illusion I find most disagreeable.
‘That child excels at psychological manipulation.’
My gem eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.
I knew precisely what Superti had forgotten.
‘A prohibition has been placed upon the very word “Laximon.”‘
It must be to prevent Mother from awakening the moment she hears “Laximon.”
I might have accepted it at that surface level, but the truly malicious aspect of this magic lay deeper still.
Most people, when sensing they’ve forgotten something important, fixate upon it.
While struggling to recover the memory, they grow increasingly convinced that the ‘previous illusion’ is real. And they come to believe they love the person they met within that false dream.
Because they themselves are exerting effort to remember that being.
“With such a scheme in place, Mother would never suspect she had fled.”
I glanced briefly at the map spread before me.
The name “Kaiser Laximon” remained stationed within the Tower of Hell.
It seems that team is handling matters quite well.
‘Yet I cannot know how much time remains. Perhaps it would be better if I entered the illusion directly and extracted her myself.’
Of course, it was an extraordinarily dangerous undertaking.
An illusion crafted with such density would never allow an intruder to pass unmolested.
Only the ‘caster’ and the ‘dreamer’ are safe within the illusion.
One misstep, and I too could fall victim to it. Or perish while my consciousness remains trapped.
Yet I felt no fear whatsoever.
Leaving Superti in this state was far more unbearable to me.
‘I’m coming to get you, Shu.’
Soon after, I collapsed.
Golden brilliance wove through the mana drifting across space.
* * *
Life in Isthel was monotonous.
Here, I was the perfect lady of the house, treated as its mistress.
After handling several documents during Blake’s absence, I went to the Entrance Hall to greet him upon hearing of his return.
‘I hadn’t wanted this.’
It felt as though someone were pulling a lever, shifting the scene around me.
As if everything were predetermined—’it must be done this way’—my body was propelled forward, and I could not resist greeting Blake.
“My lady, have you been waiting long?”
Blake’s face brightened upon seeing me, and he dismounted from his horse fifty paces away, rushing toward me.
“Your hands must be cold. Might I offer you a warm cup of tea?”
“That sounds lovely.”
I acquiesced readily and instructed the Butler to bring the dessert I had arranged beforehand.
“There was nothing of note in the Territory. You’ve been well?”
“I’m relieved to hear it. Were the people of the Territory managing alright?”
“They were. I hurried back because I missed you.”
With only the two of us present, Blake spoke without reservation in casual speech.
He opened his arms as if asking for an embrace, but I pretended not to notice and led him to the Table where cake, caramel, blueberry pie, peanut cookies, and several varieties of nuts were arranged.
“We brought in quite a lot of blueberries at the Castle this time. The Head Chef baked a pie—would you like to try some together?”
The pie, with its warm jam flowing out with each bite, was one of my favorite foods.
Blake accepted without refusing and cut a slice of the pie, offering it to my mouth first. Then he quickly finished a piece himself.
“The weather has warmed considerably. I saw flowers on the way here. Won’t you come with me?”
“I prefer swimming to flower viewing….”

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