The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 273

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【273】
That evening, fireworks were set off to commemorate the first day aboard the cruise ship.
Wearing a pineapple-patterned swimsuit with a light gown draped over it, I leaned against Rasipherd and watched the fireworks paint the night sky.
“How beautiful….”
The fireworks burst into the shape of dolphins, then waves, then hearts, before gently cascading down.
Watching them from the outdoor swimming pool’s café with a cocktail in hand felt wonderfully romantic.
“You’re the beautiful one, my love.”
“Pel, really.”
“I mean it. Here, place your hand over my heart.”
Rasipherd had also dressed in a swimsuit to match me, and his firm, sculpted shoulders and subtly muscular chest looked magnificent.
‘His shoulders are so broad… when on earth did he work out like this?’
As I placed my hand near Rasipherd’s heart, I felt the familiar rapid thump-thump of his heartbeat.
It had an oddly mesmerizing rhythm.
“Are you tired? Should we go inside and rest?”
The fireworks display, which had lasted about five minutes, concluded by forming a large ship before vanishing.
We could have enjoyed the illuminated swimming pool throughout the night, or gone to see an evening performance.
But since I was getting hungry and felt a bit weary, I decided to have dinner in our cabin.
As a VVIP guest, I could enjoy over twenty different dining venues throughout the cruise, but I’d explore those tomorrow.
It seemed lovely to spend a quiet evening in our cabin reading while Rasipherd drank wine and I had juice.
‘Besides, my family must be waiting for my call!’
Even though I was grown, they still worried excessively about me, so it was nice to contact them every evening.
‘And Rasipherd would never do anything I dislike anyway.’
Besides, there were two beds in the cabin!
In any case, we were walking hand in hand peacefully when I heard murmuring voices from somewhere.
At first I thought it was nothing serious and tried to ignore it, but the commotion only grew louder.
“A priest has died!”
“Is this ship cursed?”
“Kyaaaah!”
“On the first day, what is this madness!”
The panicked whispers of the crowd soon reached me. I glanced back at Rasipherd once, then headed toward the commotion. As I drew closer, I could hear more clearly.
“Agnes didn’t come to dinner, so we went to check on her, and this happened….”
Beside the Young Priest, who was muttering in shock, stood a small mechanical automaton.
Unlike the Butler who attended to our cabin, this mechanical automaton had a crude appearance as if several boxes had been fastened together, and it was only as tall as someone’s ankle.
[Guests must return to your cabins immediately.]
“Hey, shouldn’t we at least know what happened!”
“That’s right! Is it safe or not!”
“Give us a refund. We need to be able to trust you!”
People gathered to protest, but the mechanical automaton’s response remained unchanged.
Well, it was a machine after all.
[We cannot disclose that information at this time. The Ship Police are on their way, so guests must return to your cabins immediately.]
“Shu, what do you want to do?”
“Hmm… Finding the culprit might help us enjoy the rest of our time better, don’t you think?”
“You’re right, Shu.”
Rasifer replied gently, his eyes narrowing with displeasure as he gazed into the distance.
Beyond the corridor crowded with countless people.
Where several mechanical golems had established a restricted access line.
“The Prayer Room?”
Muttering to himself, he immediately pushed through the throng and moved forward, using magic to create distance so that no one would touch Superti’s body.
Those suddenly pushed aside wore bewildered expressions, but he paid them no mind.
‘Who the hell ruined the date I worked so hard to plan?’
Just let me catch you. I won’t let this slide.
[Guest, it may be dangerous. Please turn back.]
“Shut it.”
Crack!
Lightning burst from Rasifer’s hand, and the mechanical golem trembled before going still. Its power had been forcibly cut off.
“Shu, I don’t think you should see what’s inside. Let me take a look. Alright?”
“Mm.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s just that I don’t want to show you anything unpleasant. If I’m not careful, you might not let me take you on another trip until after we’re married.”
“That’s… true.”
Having persuaded Superti, he snapped his fingers and conjured a chair.
After seating her there, Rasifer threw open the Prayer Room door and surveyed his surroundings with a cold gaze.
‘A ventilation shaft directly overhead. The angle would be perfect for shooting a poison dart, but judging by the corpse’s condition, it’s not poison.’
There’s no murder weapon.
The air tastes nothing unusual either… just a slight sting and coldness?
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Just then, the Ship Police appeared.
Rasifer turned to face them, his voice turning frigid.
“Finding evidence you failed to notice because you arrived late.”
“Step back, guest! This is now police jurisdiction.”
“You talk a good game. You should have taken precautions before this happened.”
To reiterate, that spring-like warmth was reserved exclusively for Superti.
Rasifer Laximon was always discourteous, no matter when or where.
“Brrr, it’s cold.”
“Yeah. It suddenly got so cold. Right after the Prayer Room door opened.”
“It’s eerie. Could it be a vengeful spirit?”
The onlookers trembled and rubbed their arms, and Rasifer, observing them carefully, cast a glance at the clock installed inside the Prayer Room.
“The clock stopped.”
“Pardon?”
“The clock. It’s broken.”
He had no intention of getting deeply involved, but he needed to resolve this matter before he could have his date.
In truth, I could warp away to somewhere else right now without much issue, but Superti has taken quite a liking to this ship.
“Ah… I see. Understood. Please return to your posts now. It’s for safety.”
“If I were you, I’d open that ventilation shaft’s iron door right now.”
“Why would that be?”
“Because the temperature inside the prayer room is low.”
Both he and Superti feel neither heat nor cold. They had cast a regulation spell to maintain an appropriate temperature at all times.
That’s how I noticed the temperature through others’ reactions earlier.
“Since there’s no trace of magic, it must be another method, and since no one opened this door, the cold has been preserved. That’s only possible with dry ice.”
“…!”
“So where would the dry ice have been? It wouldn’t have been scattered inside the prayer room.”
Even the ship police could figure this out if they spent time investigating.
But Rasifer simply shortened that ‘time’.
“The ventilation shaft. Whether there’s frost or moisture left there, or the temperature is extremely low—one of the two must be true. Investigate accordingly.”
With this much revealed, they’d find the culprit soon enough.
There were only two reasons a priest would board a luxury cruise ship.
Either the body had decomposed enough to reek, or they’d received an urgent order from the religious order and needed the fastest means of arrival.
Given that they went to the prayer room on the first day when there was a magnificent performance to watch, it seemed like the latter…
“Wait, please hold on a moment!”
Shortly after, a middle-aged man who appeared to hold a fairly high rank emerged.
He had come after closing off the path leading to the prayer room.
“First, I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. You’re a VVIP guest, and I’m truly ashamed.”
“Never mind that. Why.”
“Ah, you mentioned earlier that dry ice was the murder weapon, and I understand the principle myself… but I would be grateful if you could help us a bit more.”
I don’t want to.
Why should I?
Just as Rasifer was about to respond that way, he sensed Superti’s presence drawing near and closed his mouth.
“Pel is clever, after all. The ship is already at sea, and we can only sail to the next port. Why not help solve the case?”
“Of course I should. If My Love wishes it.”
As he smiled affectionately, those who knew Rasifer until just moments ago gasped.
His expression had completely transformed, as if he were an entirely different person.
“I’ll make sure to tell the Captain and provide additional compensation.”
The middle-aged man bowing in request was the captain of the ship police.
His name was Dean Edenwall.
He was facing the crisis of his lifetime.
The victim, High Priestess Agnes, was one of the priests aboard this ship in third-class cabins and a member of the monotheistic religion.
“This ship departed from Rimmon, a southern city of Quaion, and will soon arrive at the Holy Empire Whithirian. She was planning to disembark then.”
“Ah, so if you don’t uncover the full truth and catch the culprit before arriving in Whithirian, relations between the two nations will be ruined?”

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