The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 249

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Part 2, Chapter 56 (249)
Did Blake have a weakness for sweets?
Doubt swept through me like pollen from baby’s breath flowers—that itchy, inescapable sensation that forces a sneeze. My suspicion was impossible to ignore.
So I suggested we go swimming.
It seemed like the only way to prove this was a hallucination.
“The river water is quite cold. Very different from Fasayen. Have you seen a doctor?”
“I have. They said I have amnesia.”
“And you believed that?”
At his question, I lifted the corners of my mouth ever so slightly.
Blake’s expression darkened as he caught my denial.
“I see. Well then, how about we just dip our feet in at the riverside?”
“That sounds good. I’m feeling restless.”
Over the past few days, I’d learned that I needed to go along with what this hallucination wanted to some degree.
Refusing to cooperate and being stubborn didn’t break the hallucination, and the characters all treated me like I was sick.
Excessively so.
“Then I’ll go wash up.”
“See you soon.”
I gave Blake a small wave.
‘Now that I’m thinking clearly again, it really does feel real.’
If Blake aged, wouldn’t his face look exactly like that…?
Soon enough, we actually went to the riverside.
It wasn’t the vibrant, living river I knew, but rather a place half-dying—yet even so, the waterside didn’t displease me.
“Should we have a simple meal first?”
“Sounds good.”
Blake pulled turkey ham sandwiches from the wicker basket he’d brought himself.
Beneath them were blueberry muffins and chocolate pudding that the Kitchen staff had carefully prepared.
There were two spoons for the pudding.
Staring intently at the spoons tied with a red ribbon, I whispered in an odd tone.
“Should I feed you the pudding? You like it, after all.”
The second thing I realized was that these ‘characters’ respond to whatever I say.
When I act naturally and do something, they try their best to match it.
As long as I don’t try to escape, a comfortable hell is guaranteed.
‘If I don’t try to escape, this will never end.’
I have no idea what I’ve forgotten.
But I wasn’t the type of person who could settle for not knowing.
Even if a painful reality awaited me, I wanted to understand everything clearly.
“Feed me…?”
Then Blake murmured in disbelief.
Watching his ears turn red, I pulled out the pudding and scooped a generous spoonful.
“Go on, try it.”
“How embarrassing….”
“It’s fine. It’s just the two of us, after all.”
Apparently convinced, Blake opened his mouth and accepted the pudding.
“Does it taste good? You love sweet things.”
I asked with a smile, and he nodded.
“I do. Whenever I see something sweet, it reminds me of you.”
“Because I really enjoy sweet things?”
“Yes.”
A lie.
The real Blake doesn’t eat sweets.
The moment I thought this firmly while still smiling, the river surged violently.
As I turned my gaze toward it, I suddenly recalled a passage I’d once read in a book.
‘In dreams, consciousness is often expressed as water or fire.’
Now that I think about it, there isn’t a single spirit here.
Back in Fasayen, simply sitting by the riverside was always so noisy.
I could hear the Water Spirits giggling, the sound of Air Spirits fluttering their wings—it was all so vivid.
When my mind was cluttered, I would sit blankly and watch the lower spirits at play.
‘This place has no vibrant life force whatsoever.’
The moment I thought this with such certainty once more, waves of spray erupted from the river.
“That is….”
“Let’s swim, Blake!”
The instant Blake furrowed his brow and looked at the river, I sprang to my feet and ran ahead. I knew he would follow.
“Superti, wait!”
“Come on!”
I turned sharply with my feet in the water, and Blake approached with a slight hesitation in his movements.
“You’re good at swimming too. Since I love water, you love water too. Right?”
“…Yes. That’s right. I did.”
“Right, so come in.”
A chill ran down my spine.
When Blake spoke about swimming, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.
As if ‘new information was being input.’
Then he slipped into the river with perfect naturalness and began to swim.
His movements were as skilled as someone born in the sea, someone from Fasayen who had lived swimming all their life.
“That can’t possibly be true.”
I finally voiced my last doubt aloud. The moment I did, a sound like *thoom* echoed from somewhere, and a whirlpool formed in the river.
“Superti!”
Blake, startled, reached out and tried to approach, but I stood my ground and took a step back, shaking my head.
“You’re a fake.”
If I say this, will I be put in danger?
I couldn’t use any spirit power here at all.
I had no means to protect myself, yet I spoke with courage nonetheless.
“You’re an illusion. This entire space is a lie. Disappear!”
Boom, boom, boom!
This time the sound was even louder.
As I tilted my head back, I saw the sky rippling subtly.
And this sound—it was coming from ‘beyond the sky’.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!!
Someone was shattering the sky itself, the sound so deafening it tore at my eardrums.
Somehow, I knew exactly who was out there.
“■■■■, I’m here.”
Come quickly.
I’m still a little frightened.
“….”
Whoooosh.
Rain poured down.
Blake’s figure vanished, swallowed by the water.
The rattan basket was swept away, the overgrown grass and twisted trees disappeared.
Everything, everything was engulfed by water now.
I closed my eyes, submerged in the depths.
Trusting in the one who would come to save me.
“Superti!!”
* * *
When Rasifer penetrated the consciousness trapped in illusion, he was met by an army numbering tens of millions.
Not only that, but all manner of demons joined in to overwhelm him.
Their momentum was ominous, as if determined to prevent him from reaching Superti by any means necessary.
Since saving Superti was all that mattered, Rasifer set aside his grievances toward his Father for now.
There was no time to waste on curses.
And so Rasifer finally reached the Gray Sphere.
Within it, a scene that would turn one’s lungs inside out was unfolding.
Watching Superti feeding something to Blake Isshel, sparks of fury ignited in his eyes.
“Superti!”
Crash!
Rasifer’s hands glowed brilliantly as lightning poured forth, striking the sphere.
“Superti! Shuya!”
Crash!!
Crackle!
After striking with lightning again and again, cracks finally appeared in the sphere.
In response, as if by miracle, the situation within the sphere underwent a dramatic transformation.
I realized that Superti was a lie.
Breaking through the sphere, Rasifer reached out toward Superti, submerged in the cyan waters.
“Got you.”
Holding her close, I held my breath and swam against the current of consciousness.
This river was Superti’s memory.
Though temptingly beautiful, one wrong taste could have merged our consciousnesses together, causing catastrophe.
‘Let’s go back, Shu. You’ve endured so much.’
I wanted to tell her this as soon as possible.
Whether she’d been frightened. That I was sorry for not arriving sooner.
The moment I emerged from the water with the limp Superti in my arms, eyes bloomed all around us.
It didn’t feel like Kaiser Laximon was watching, so it seemed to be ‘magic’ itself.
“Disappear, all of you.”
Rasifer snarled fiercely, radiating magical power from his entire body.
Soon after, reality returned.
* * *
My head throbs as if someone had struck it with a hammer.
Barely lifting my eyelids, I found Rasifer gazing down at me with concern.
“…Pel? Is it really you, Pel?”
“Of course. Are you alright?”
“Pel! You came to rescue me!”
Without thinking, I nestled into Rasifer’s embrace.
Now I finally remember the name I’d forgotten.
It was Rasifer Laximon.
“It was all an illusion, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. You were already caught in the illusion while passing through that corridor. You must have struggled alone.”
Rasifer held me tight, slowly stroking my back.
As if to say everything was fine, as if to tell me not to worry anymore.
So I decided to… cry, just a little, just a tiny bit.
“I was so scared. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to return. There was clearly something I’d forgotten, but I couldn’t even remember who it was….”

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