The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 263

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Part 2, Chapter 70 (263)
“Before you go, I want to help you find the true name of the Emotion Spirit King.”
“I was worried about that anyway, Sister.”
I exhaled deeply and flopped onto my Sister’s bed.
“There are no clues at all! Blake’s parents might have known something….”
They’re already gone. Many of Ishel’s loyal servants died as well.
The current Ishel has almost no one left who remembers what the Ishel of old was like.
Even when I occasionally ventured into the library to search through worn books, I found nothing of real value. It was honestly frustrating.
“Given the Emotion Spirit King’s nature, I doubt he would have hidden it in a complicated way.”
“Shu, how did you discover the Air Spirit King’s name?”
“Huh?”
At my Sister’s question, I racked my brain.
It happened when I was so young that honestly, I don’t remember it well.
But—
Freedom is Sha.
Existence is Si.
Everywhere is Parke.
In other words, “Freedom exists everywhere.”
I could recall the meaning hidden within the true name. I had uncovered it in that urgent moment.
Honestly, luck had helped me then.
“Since emotion, like air, is intangible, perhaps it was hidden in a similar way?”
“In a similar way….”
It seemed to make sense somehow…?
I decided to carefully write down emotion-related words in the ancient language.
My Sister was also well-versed in the ancient tongue, so I could get her help.
“Love is Amor.”
I already knew that the Emotion Spirit King was quite fond of the emotion called love.
“Its opposite, hatred, is Fastidium.”
My Sister quietly continued the exchange.
And so we traded various ancient words back and forth.
“Joy is Gaudium.”
“Sorrow is Tristitia.”
“Anger is Ira.”
“Yes, these are the basic human emotions. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. These are what anyone born human would naturally possess.”
Beyond these, there are countless other emotions. For example, awe and fear are also ultimately included among emotions.
But those would be given to the higher or intermediate spirits under the Emotion Spirit King’s domain.
They’re more advanced than the basic emotions.
My head aching from the effort, I eventually gave up as the hour grew too late.
I needed to sleep now if I was to see my friends off early tomorrow morning.
“Yawn!”
“Pir, shall we get some rest?”
“Mew…”
Returning to the bedroom assigned to me, I embraced Pir, who had been waiting.
The moment I lay down with Pir, who had been whining incessantly, I discovered something.
“Hm? Gloves?”
I didn’t know whose they were, but they were men’s gloves that had become quite damp.
[Water Spirit King Aurora laughs.]
[It seems Pir thought the gloves were a toy and brought them. She must have taken quite a liking to them.]
“That must be it, Mother. I should return them right away.”
Tired as I was, I needed to get them back quickly.
They were clearly expensive gloves at a glance.
“Wh…?”
That was when it happened.
Wondering if there might be an owner’s mark, I turned the gloves over repeatedly, and my eyes widened at the emblem drawn on the back of the hand.
I thought I’d seen it wrong because I was drowsy.
“This isn’t the Ishel Family crest…?”
It looked like just a line, or perhaps something shaped like a flag.
If I thought about it simply, a broken ladder…?
Whatever this was, if it meant an outsider had infiltrated, it was a serious problem.
I bolted upright, hastily wrapped a shawl around myself, and headed toward Blake’s bedroom.
Since he was departing tomorrow, I thought he wouldn’t be asleep.
“Blake!”
I knocked urgently, and I heard rustling from inside before the door opened quickly.
“Shu?”
“Look at this. Pir brought it!”
What if, just what if, it was an assassin?
Holding out the gloves with all my worries, I looked up at him tensely.
But Blake suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
“Ah, these. I wondered where they went.”
“What?!”
“These are mine. They’re my father’s gloves, and I thought I’d lost them, so I was troubled. Thank you for bringing them back.”
Pir, you mischievous little thing!
How could you snatch such precious gloves and even suck on them like that!
No matter how much teething she does…!
My face flushed crimson as I apologized repeatedly. Blake waved his hand dismissively.
“It’s fine now that we’ve found them. They are precious to me, after all. It seems Pir recognized that these gloves were special.”
“Mm…”
“Still, I’m glad I have this excuse to see your face one more time before I go.”
Standing at the doorway with a loose smile, Blake suggested a walk.
“Let’s take a stroll. And I’ll escort you back to your bedroom.”
“Thank you for forgiving Pir. After all, it’s a keepsake.”
“To be precise, it’s a sacred relic passed down through generations of the Ishel Family… which is probably why Pir took an interest in it.”
“A sacred relic?”
This was the first I’d heard of such a thing.
My curiosity piqued, I followed Blake out into the moonlit garden.
“I’d completely forgotten about it myself until I started preparing for the expedition. There’s a secret vault that only direct descendants of Ishel can enter….”
“A secret vault?!”
“Yes. It was inside there. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to open the vault within the vault.”
My curiosity ignited in an instant.
I knew I shouldn’t be interested in another family’s secrets… and yet here I was.
Perhaps I was letting my thoughts drift too far in one direction—
“Is it possible that vault within the vault contains some information about the Emotion Spirit King?”
“…!”
Blake’s expression showed that, true to his upright nature as a knight, he hadn’t considered such a possibility.
“If Ishel has been separately guarding and controlling information… that would make sense.”
We exchanged a glance and moved at once.
Blake, having given his silent consent, led me toward a tower at the rear of the garden.
Naturally, I was confident I wouldn’t breathe a word of what I’d seen inside the secret vault.
“This tower was built about two hundred years ago. It’s been sealed off now, and no one goes near it.”
Spiders crawled across the ceiling above my head.
One even fell directly in front of me, but I didn’t particularly startle.
I’d experienced far too much to be frightened by a mere spider.
“It was apparently used as a place to confine prisoners at times… which is precisely why no one would ever suspect a vault exists here. Our ancestors may have deliberately used it for that purpose.”
“Do you think they did it intentionally?”
Holding a single torch, we descended underground, and sure enough, there was a prison.
We passed each cell and came to a stop before the final iron bars.
Click.
Blake opened the door with a key he carried and stepped inside, then pressed his palm against a stone wall.
Thud.
With a gentle push, the brick wall shifted in a complex pattern.
And within the opening that appeared… stood an enormous iron door.
A door bearing that distinctive mark.
“This mark, as far as I know, signifies the direct line of Ishel. At the same time, it represents the legacy that Ishel must protect.”
“I will. I promise to keep it secret.”
“I appreciate that.”
Fasayen has such a secret vault as well. It lies deep beneath the sea.
Naturally, I’ve only ever entered it once.
A “family secret vault” was information that had to be treated with the utmost gravity.
He was showing me because he trusted me deeply—profoundly.
I was grateful for that trust.
“….”
The corridor stretched endlessly.
How far had I descended?
I had no idea the underground levels of this Tower ran so deep.
After what felt like an eternity, another door materialized before us.
It bore the same marking as before.
Blake grasped the circular handle and turned it, revealing a chamber so brilliantly illuminated that torches were utterly unnecessary.
“…!”
Night-pearls embedded throughout the space cast their glow, and remarkably, unlike the damp corridors we’d traversed, this chamber remained perfectly dry.
Instead, a cool, arid breeze circulated through the air.
I grasped the reason immediately.
‘An Air Spirit Stone infused with an Air Spirit has been installed here.’
And before me stretched several rows of display pedestals for storing precious artifacts.
As I examined them quietly, my head tilted in puzzlement.
“The right side of that row is empty?”
“It always has been.”
“And there’s a connection in the middle… isn’t this the same arrangement as that marking from before?”

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