The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 251

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Part 2, Chapter 58 (251)
What a pitiful ability this is.
Unfit for one destined to become Emperor of a nation… a Small Soldier who could never achieve true form.
How much humiliation had I endured because of this?
It was honestly difficult to accept my own inadequacy.
A Crown Prince with an ability that refused to grow no matter how hard I strived.
A laughingstock that would echo through history itself.
‘Yet even with such limitations, I can protect the people before my eyes.’
Let me show them how scorching small flames become when they gather.
Most people never realized—nor cared to—that a candle burning itself to the very end burns just as fiercely as a great inferno. Most people didn’t understand that at all.
But that was fine.
I wasn’t living to earn anyone’s recognition.
I was myself, and I was content with that.
“Hurry, we must move!”
“Everyone, return to your homes!”
Watching from a distance as Mikard and Superti guided the people to safety, I smiled faintly.
I had no intention of dying here so easily, but if I did… I suspected I would have no regrets.
At the very least, I would have spent my life saving someone.
“Hold on until the very end! I will surely return to bring you to safety!”
Just before the door closed.
Mikard’s voice rang out loudly.
I had no mind to answer, but instead I summoned the greatest flames I could muster as my reply.
‘Burn. Burn brighter, burn more.’
I would survive this and become Emperor.
An ordinary Emperor without talent, yet one who knew how to persevere… that’s what I would become.
“I will build a good nation.”
A deafening roar!
Just before colossal claws tore me apart, the soldiers gathered in a pyramid formation detonated their own bodies, creating a massive inferno.
As Cerberus recoiled with a strangled cry, I withdrew a pouch from my breast and scattered its contents.
“Grrrrgh!”
One head drooped as it inhaled the iridescent powder, and as the other two staggered, Maximilian swung his blade.
Once.
Twice.
Three times—until one head severed completely, until my grip went numb and I finally lost hold of the sword.
The metallic clang echoed.
The blade struck the ground with a ringing sound.
“One head sleeps, one hangs half-severed. Now we are equal.”
“Grrrrrrgh!!”
“Come then. Come at me.”
“Okay, come here.”
The crazed monster thrashed about, drool streaming from its maw.
Just as it launched itself over the wall constructed from Small Soldiers, its hind legs churning, Maximilian rolled to the side and barely evaded the assault.
“Ugh.”
My entire body ached as though beaten, worse even than when the Empress’s swordmaster had wielded the wooden practice blade against me.
My breath came in ragged gasps, and dust coated my mouth, leaving it gritty and raw.
The wounds scattered across my body from attacks I couldn’t fully dodge were rapidly draining my strength.
‘Yet I find no desire to surrender.’
The Empress had said something once.
That I possessed a tenacious will to live.
Now I understood she was right.
“I will survive. I will live.”
Chanting those words like an incantation, I swiftly dodged the claws that raked past my face and drove my foot upward into the creature’s jaw.
The beast recoiled even from that weak kick, clearly having sustained considerable damage.
“Spit.”
Blood surged into my throat; I spat it out and retrieved my sword, rising to my feet once more.
I noticed the creature kept glancing toward the door.
‘Once it disposes of me, it plans to pass through and ascend further.’
That cannot happen.
‘Even if I must sacrifice my life, that cannot come to pass.’
Then it occurred.
As I moved sluggishly while facing the monster, my blade underwent a transformation.
At first, I thought my vision deceived me.
One eye had already been torn; my sight was already swimming.
Yet with each passing second, the phenomenon only grew more vivid.
“…Flames?”
The blade glowed crimson, and an aura erupted forth.
The realm of a Sword Master—something I could never have dreamed of achieving at my current level.
In the instant I widened my eyes at this impossible sight, brilliant flames filled my entire vision.
No—this scene deserved to be called a descent.
Some ‘presence’ exhaled scorching breath, and the very air trembled. Sparks crackled in the empty void, and flames ignited with a crackling sound.
The fire grew larger and larger, consuming me in an instant.
[Hear me, young and feeble child.]
“…!”
[I have watched you for a long time. You are still lacking… but I cannot allow one who shows such promise from that bloodline to perish.]
My eyes burned.
An inexplicable emotion surged from deep within my chest, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks.
Unable to comprehend what this feeling was, I trembled as I gazed upon the presence before me.
A being adorned in feathers that blended sky-blue, sunset gold, and crimson hues.
A Great Phoenix.
Blood, dust, darkness, despair, pain, inferiority, misfortune.
Here exists a pure power that burns away all such impurity in a single instant.
Maximilian’s trembling lips slowly parted.
“Phoenix of the Imperial House….”
The Phoenix, divine beast of the Imperial Family, opens its eyes when someone harbors a great purpose to protect another—when they possess the resolve to immolate themselves in sacrifice.
Yet he never dreamed he would be chosen for such a thing.
Was he not far too lacking for that honor?
[It’s fortunate you recognize your own insufficiency.]
As if reading his thoughts, the Phoenix covered its beak with a wing and let out a scornful laugh.
[Yet your heart is true. With such humility, serve your people and protect your realm. That is the path you must walk, the life you must live.]
“…Yes. I understand.”
[Now, return. I shall aid you. Let us dispose of this trifle. Why do you struggle so against something so insignificant?]
The Phoenix’s voice was not something heard through the ears, but rather imprinted directly upon his mind.
Remarkably, that voice instilled courage within Maximilian.
‘My chest burns with heat.’
He felt an increasingly scorching energy seeping into the hand that gripped his sword.
It seemed his hand would burn away entirely, yet Maximilian gritted his teeth and endured.
‘This… is the power of the Phoenix. The noble strength wielded by the emperors before me.’
Ah, it overwhelms me.
The Cerberus that had terrified him mere moments ago now appeared as nothing more than a beast.
[Go forth.]
The Phoenix stood firm at his back.
With a touch of pity, as if to say he could do this—swept forward by the sensation of those wings, Maximilian moved as if entranced.
Crack, crackle.
The sound of bones mending echoed, and fantastical wings of luminous hue sprouted from his back.
‘Somehow, I feel as though I could fly.’
The difference in size would be overcome by sheer force of will.
Once decided, action became simple.
His body had felt heavy as lead until moments before, yet as if that were all illusion, Maximilian soared freely into the air.
“Woof! Woof!!”
The enraged Cerberus barked toward him.
Even its slumbering head stirred to wake, yet this time he was faster.
The sword wreathed in flame descended—downward, ever downward it plunged.
Boom!!
With the deafening impact, the entire space trembled as though it would shatter.
Bounced back by the collision, Maximilian moved his wings to land safely upon the ground.
[Well done, child who shall become Emperor.]
As if all were finished, as if rest were now permitted, the Phoenix’s voice grew tender.
Feeling the flames that had engulfed his entire body gradually disperse, Maximilian gazed upon his own hands.
“It was so intensely hot, yet….”
Not a single mark of burning remained.
Rather, my entire body felt light—as though all my wounds had been completely healed.
“The Door!”
I had been savoring this miracle for but a moment when I startled, my gaze snapping toward the Door.
The Wooden Door crackled and sizzled as if mocking me.
It seemed an ominous sign of its disappearance, so Maximilian simply ran.
Since my wings had not regrown, I could only sprint breathlessly, yet laughter spilled from my lips as though I had gone mad.
‘I will not wait for rescue to arrive.’
I go.
I step forward.
I move.
Forward. Ever forward.
I seized the Door just before it vanished and leaped through.
A confidence flooded my chest—as though I could accomplish anything.

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