The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 28

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Though the servants scattered in alarm, how could I possibly silence their wagging tongues now that they’d stumbled upon such delicious gossip?
The servants who’d retreated to the corner lowered their voices and gossiped amongst themselves.
“They say the eldest young master killed a bird when he was six years old?”
“No, I heard it was a deer.”
“A deer? What deer? There aren’t any deer in Fasayen. Without blinking an eye, he killed a turtle.”
Rumors, by their nature, tend to grow inflated.
Yet some rumors hold kernels of truth.
Those who knew the truth kept their lips sealed, while the ones spreading gossip now were relatively recent arrivals to the household.
“But wasn’t that turtle the one the Lady was raising?”
“I heard he found its gaze irritating, so he twisted its neck and tore off its shell….”
The ‘Lady’ they spoke of was naturally the mistress of this household.
The Duchess of Fasayen and the current Resonant of the Ancestor Whale.
“Ugh, it gives me chills. The servants who used to attend the eldest young master disappeared one by one, didn’t they?”
“Right. I’ve heard that story too.”
The gossiping servants fell silent as if by agreement when a superior passed by.
They pretended to work diligently, but before long they’d gathered again and resumed their idle chatter.
“There’s a lot of noise.”
In the Second Floor Central Corridor, far removed from the First Floor Corner where the servants huddled and whispered.
Mikard, who’d been whistling with his hands clasped behind his head, glanced back at Lewiwood.
“Should I clean this up? I could do it.”
“No. It’s fine, leave it be.”
“They’re spouting nonsense without understanding anything. Those types aren’t needed in this household.”
At Mikard’s firm words, Lewiwood’s lips curved into a slight smile.
Yes, killing the turtle that Grandmother raised was indeed the truth.
Judged solely on that, it was an act of cruelty beyond measure.
Yet he received neither scolding nor punishment.
Why would that be?
“Because that turtle, which arrived as a gift, turned out to be a magical creature planted by a lesser household to spy on Fasayen—something that couldn’t be explained to everyone.”
Mikard, who’d been muttering quietly, came to a stop.
We now stood before the Household Master’s Office.
“I remember back then. You were itching to say something was off about it.”
“Yeah. For some reason, I just didn’t like it. The way it looked at things was unlucky.”
Both Mikard and Lewiwood felt revulsion the moment they saw that creature.
Lewiwood simply acted first.
Had he hesitated, Mikard would have killed it instead.
Moreover, Galiazard, the Household Master, didn’t leave it alone out of ignorance—he did so to test.
To determine who among the children would lead this household’s future. To ascertain which of the children searching for Grandmother’s room would truly understand.
Only two passed that test.
After that incident, Lewiwood and Mikard became quite close.
Lewiwood felt a kinship with someone of equal standing to himself.
Mikard, still underdeveloped in his speech, found relief in finally being able to communicate properly.
Had Mikard desired to become Household Master, Lewiwood would have immediately classified him as a target to be eliminated.
Yet because the two envisioned different futures for themselves, they could be good family to one another.
One walked the path of Household Master, the other the path of Admiral.
“I have returned, Household Master.”
“Grandfather! I’m here!”
After receiving permission to enter, the two boys greeted him in ways befitting their respective personalities.
At that, Galiazard set down the documents he’d been reviewing and chuckled warmly.
“Welcome back, you rascals. Well done. Tell me—how did your missions go?”
Though I already knew the details from prior reports, hearing it directly from my grandson’s lips was something altogether different.
Galiazard displayed the benevolent demeanor of a grandfather for the first time in ages.
After enough time had passed to finish a cup of tea.
Lewiwood rose from his seat first, knowing that his mother, Cecilia, would be waiting with bated breath.
Mikard, however, remained—he had something to say.
“Grandfather, what happened with finding Elzen’s companion?”
“We failed.”
At the blunt response, Mikard’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“You didn’t just have Cedric search halfheartedly because you thought he’d die soon, did you? Elzen won’t die. I won’t let him.”
“Boy. Cedric may live carelessly, but he doesn’t work carelessly.”
Galiazard smiled affectionately and soothed his grandson.
To Galiazard, Lewiwood and Mikard were not merely useful assets of the household, but children he genuinely cherished.
Thus he tolerated Mikard’s casual speech and relaxed demeanor.
It was truly treatment based entirely on capability.
Mikard understood this well. That’s why even while away, he’d been anxious about Elzen, and when word came that the youngest had arrived, his worry only deepened.
Galiazard’s next words only amplified that concern rather than dispelling it.
“You still have another sibling, so don’t worry too much.”
“…Grandfather, I’ve told you this many times. Elzen is one and only.”
“Heh, well, I suppose that’s true.”
“And you promised. If I complete ten missions before year’s end, you’ll find a way to save him no matter what.”
Galiazard and Lewiwood.
These two did not understand the human heart.
Mikard knew well that their way of thinking was twisted and terribly dry.
Yet that’s precisely why they could lead this vast household—though sometimes it saddened him, and sometimes it angered him.
He couldn’t simply say “Elzen is precious to me.” Instead, he had to say “Because Elzen is precious to me, who is useful, he cannot die. If such a thing were to happen, I would become twisted, and that would ultimately damage the household.”
“Do I look like a grandfather who breaks his promises?”
“If you do, I’m leaving home.”
“Ah, so this old man must live in fear of his grandson?”
Galiazard laughed heartily.
Yet his eyes were cold enough to freeze.
As the Household Master of Fasayen, he would never permit Mikard to leave the family.
Sending Superti to Diagon as his youngest was also a calculated move.
Giving a place for his senseless son and the soft-hearted Mikard to attach their hearts to.
Allowing them to continue living for the sake of the household.
That was the duty he must fulfill as Household Master.
“Have you met Superti?”
“No. I came to see Grandfather first.”
“Then this old man has disappointed his grandson again… Very well. Let us do this. Shall we all have some tea together?”
At Elzen’s words, I threw a casual remark toward Mikard, who had grown dejected, and saw surprise flash across his eyes.
It was only natural.
Tea time with the Household Master.
That was never something easily obtained.
It was precious time that could not be bought with money, nor possessed even if one desired it.
Though I certainly wasn’t simply offering it to comfort my grandson’s heart, Galiazard decided to let him think so and concealed my true intentions.
“Tomorrow afternoon would be suitable. I must introduce Superti to Lewiwood as well.”
“…Yes. But couldn’t Elzen come too?”
“Elzen finds it quite difficult to leave his bedroom, I’m told.”
Having gently declined, I stroked my beard and smiled.
“Superti has potential. You must guide that child well so she can become a Spirit Master.”
On the surface, it sounded like words a grandfather might speak to his grandson, but in truth it was a command.
Mikard understood the hidden meaning well.
That Superti must become a Spirit Master to continue being regarded as valuable to the household.
Even before meeting her, his heart was already troubled.
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“Cooky, cooky baking.”
A whale-shaped cookie cutter pressed firmly into dough that wafted the rich aroma of butter.
In truth, my strength wasn’t quite enough to manage it well, but then a large hand appeared and gently pressed down over my small baby hand.
That was right.
Diagon was baking cookies himself right now.
“Admiral, is this right?”
“Yes.”
“Does Mikard like cookies?”
The reason a Navy Admiral was wearing a strawberry-patterned apron was as follows.
Last evening, an invitation to tea time suddenly arrived for Superti.
Tea time with the Household Master, alongside Lewiwood and Mikard.
Only Superti didn’t know that this was actually a gathering where only the children considered to be the future Household Master, Admiral, and Resonant were invited.
Even without knowing, Superti was very nervous.
Seeing her bouncing excitedly, saying she wanted to get along well with Mikard, Diagon thoughtlessly suggested giving food as a gift.
‘Then will the Admiral do it too?’
How could I refuse my daughter, looking up at me with such innocent eyes.
‘If that’s the case, shouldn’t I wear an apron just like Chuuu? That’s what the fathers do…’
At those words, I found myself putting on the apron after all.
“Pfft, hehe. Ugh…”
The Adjutant, Kamin, who had come to report something, caught sight of this scene and burst into stifled laughter, his face flushed crimson.
I seriously considered knocking him unconscious.
It was precisely at that moment I was genuinely contemplating it.

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