The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 264

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Part 2, Chapter 71 (264)
“…So it’s true.”
Blake’s face registered genuine surprise, as though he were learning of it for the first time.
“The vault that won’t open is deeper inside.”
“This marking seems rather significant….”
It had to mean something.
The ancients rarely did anything without purpose.
Soon I found myself standing before a vault within a vault, sealed shut with iron.
“A riddle is inscribed upon it, but I never studied ancient languages, so I couldn’t decipher it. As for inviting an ancient language scholar to Isthel… circumstances simply didn’t permit it.”
“I understand.”
Blake cleared his throat awkwardly, embarrassed.
Ancient languages were hardly simple, and learning them demanded considerable time.
Isthel, consumed with survival, could never have harbored a scholar of ancient tongues.
Gathering my thoughts, I slowly read the ancient script carved in relief upon the iron door.
Beside it was something resembling a keypad.
‘Somehow… this reminds me of what happened with Hesasperti.’
Could the true name of the Emotion Spirit King possibly lie within?
“I couldn’t begin to fathom what this keypad signifies.”
“Let’s solve it together.”
The clue was as follows:
I met her in the first spring.
The foolish knight expected all his seasons to be colored by those brown eyes.
The path we walked, hand clasped in secret, remains vivid.
The whole world seemed to belong to us alone.
Yet faith fell before the autumn leaves ever could.
Home returned to. Eyes once warm now speak only falsehoods.
Between us, turned away, remained only profound silence and pristine snow.
The winter that buried her.
He could not even weep.
Upon finishing, it felt almost like a folk song.
Blake’s jaw moved, suggesting he felt it too.
“It resembles a song that knights often sing.”
“Truly?”
“The lyrics differ slightly in places, but it’s largely the same. It’s about a beloved who betrayed their lover while he was away at war, and ultimately they both ended up dead….”
“I see.”
What connection could this possibly have to that keypad?
Tapping my lips thoughtfully, I recalled a conversation I’d once had with Sister Diolrose.
“The joy and sorrow that any person ought to possess….”
This song concerns those very emotions.
“And the pattern passed down through generations of Isthel.”
I closed my eyes, then opened them to gaze intently at the letter panel.
A moment passed.
“I think I understand it now.”
“Truly?”
“Yes.”
The letter panel was designed so that each letter could be pressed individually.
Without hesitation, I pressed every letter in the top row.
Blake watched as I worked.
“In the ancient tongue, love is Amor, hatred is Fastidium, joy is Gaudium, anger is Ira, and sorrow is Tristitia.”
So what if we find only the letters corresponding to those words and press them all?
“Now, if I press just this last one… it’s done.”
Click.
After pressing A one final time, I stepped back and waited.
I wondered if nothing would happen, but after about three seconds—
The safe rumbled and shook, and from within came the sharp clicking sound of locks disengaging.
“It actually worked. How remarkable.”
“Let’s open it at once.”
“Yes.”
This puzzle had been quite enjoyable.
When the door creaked open with great effort, we both fell silent at what lay within.
“Is that… gold and treasures?!”
“This much… this much would be enough to greatly aid the Household’s reconstruction.”
“Congratulations, Blake!”
The interior of the safe was far wider and deeper than I had imagined. But with gold bars packed so densely inside, there was nothing more to say.
Moreover, near the entrance sat a chest filled to the brim with diamonds.
There were so many I couldn’t possibly count them all.
Long ago, some Household Master of the Ishel Family must have left this behind for future generations.
“It’s thanks to you. Truly… how is it that you always manage to save me?”
Blake, leaning against the safe door as if his strength had drained away, smiled faintly.
He must have endured considerable anguish over the Household’s finances all this time, so this was genuinely cause for celebration.
“Look here, Blake. There’s something else carved on the inside of the safe door.”
“It’s not formally engraved—more like a scrawl. But who would leave such graffiti on an iron door?”
“You’re right. This must be another clue.”
The reason I look forward to the days ahead is you alone.
A foolish smile escapes my lips, and I cannot stop it.
I find myself thinking of you constantly.
If I were to give this feeling a name, well…
The word “lover” would surely fall short.
In the end, you are my one and only Fate.
It’s somewhat childish, I suppose—like a love poem of sorts.
[The Chaos Spirit King ‘■■■■’ bursts into raucous laughter, pointing.]
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ quietly averts his gaze.]
[The Luck Spirit King ‘Hesasperti’ pats the Emotion Spirit King consolingly.]
Wait, this atmosphere… could it be?
Did the Emotion Spirit King perhaps write this directly himself?
[The Emotion Spirit King ‘■■■’ pretends not to hear and searches for a mouse hole to hide in.]
Ah, I see it now…!
The Emotion Spirit King has a childlike innocence about him. He’s quite mischievous too.
So this is also a clue to finding his true name.
“We need collective intelligence.”
Blake and I memorized every scrawled verse and slipped outside.
Dawn was already breaking in the distance.
“I haven’t slept a wink, yet I’m not tired at all. How strange.”
“Right? Same here, Blake. I’ll look into this verse, so travel safely.”
“May you achieve what you desire.”
Blake placed his fist over his heart and bowed his head to me.
Knowing it was the greatest respect a knight could offer, I smiled and gently gathered my skirt hem, bending my knees in return.
Between us, we were friends and comrades.
It felt like everything had been settled cleanly.
* * *
After so many people departed for war, Ishel Castle grew quiet and empty.
Since it felt wrong to linger in a place without its master, Father and my Older Brothers were preparing to return to Fasayen.
“You’re really staying here longer?”
“Just until we find the Emotion Spirit King’s name.”
“Once everything is finished, you must come home. Everyone will be worried.”
“Of course, Father.”
I hugged Father first, then embraced my Older Brothers in turn.
If I had my way, I’d rush home and roll around in my own bed right now.
But… I need to see this through to the end.
“I’ll finish everything properly, as befits Fasayen.”
“That’s my daughter.”
As we exchanged farewells, the Bellarion Household Master arrived.
Since a Household Master of his rank had come, we felt obliged to greet him, so we all decided to go to where Sister Diolrose was.
“…You’ve returned.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. That’s enough.”
To Fasayen ears, it was an remarkably terse greeting.
But I saw it from outside the door.
Tears glistening at the eyes of the Bellarion Household Master, who appeared so impassive.
“On behalf of Belarion, I offer my gratitude.”
He would have already sensed our presence, so we were not startled by his sudden expression of gratitude.
I let Father and the Bellarion Household Master converse while I exchanged greetings and approached Sister.
“Are you leaving right away?”
“I have to.”
“I’ll miss you….”
“Now we can meet whenever we wish, so come find me if you ever need advice.”
Sister, who had been leaning against the bed, gently tapped my nose.
I quietly showed her a piece of paper.
“Sister, do you think there might be some secret hidden within this?”
“We have time to puzzle it out together. Let me see.”
As Sister read the love poem she had written on the paper, Elzen, who had also finished his farewells, approached me.
“May I look as well?”
“Of course, Older Brother. I wrote the same thing on three sheets—I was hoping you’d help me examine it.”

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