The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 37

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【037】
“Admiral!”
I cried out loudly and bolted forward.
Pushing off with both knees, I leaped into the air with my arms spread wide, and the Admiral caught me at once.
“….”
But here’s the thing.
The Admiral held me, yet said nothing for a moment.
When I tapped his chest because I could barely breathe, he finally loosened his grip.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, sir!”
“Good. Let’s go home.”
Wait, that won’t work! If I leave alone—
I immediately turned my head back and pointed toward my Half-Elf Friends.
“Over there, you have to take my friends too. You promised. You said you’d protect us. You said you’d come rescue us!”
The Admiral raised his eyebrows as he looked where I was pointing.
“Half-elves, I see. We’ll take them.”
“Yes!”
I hadn’t realized there were so many Navy personnel around me.
And strangely, they were all women, their pristine white uniforms so magnificent that my mouth fell open in awe.
‘I want to be Navy too! I do!’
Well, more precisely, I wanted to wear that uniform—and to rescue the Half-Elf Children while dressed in it.
How cool would that be?!
“Huh?”
But wait a moment.
Where did that child go?
“Gone.”
“Gone?”
“Gone! Rasifer disappeared!”
“Rasifer?”
He was definitely here a moment ago… Did I dream it?
A Half-elf Friend approached me as I stood there bewildered.
It was the one who had snarled at me earlier.
“He said he’d go his own way. He asked me to tell you he’d see you again next time.”
“Ah….”
I had wanted to take him home with us.
Feeling dejected, I pressed my cheek firmly against the Admiral’s shoulder.
Still, since I knew his name, I held onto the hope that someday we would meet again.
* * *
“Ah, I’m so happy.”
Rasifer.
His formal name is Rasifer Laximon.
The platinum-haired boy walked alone along the riverside as the ruddy sun descended, brimming with joy.
‘I don’t regret coming to meet you.’
Originally, Viju’s Companion was meant to meet at the most perfect moment, ordained by fate’s exquisitely intricate design.
The warp and weft of time already woven. A single instant within it.
The moment when all causality permits.
Only then would they be drawn powerfully to one another, their destinies entwined as Companions.
Yet he had used eyes that perceived truth to satisfy selfish desires—a grave transgression indeed.
A violation so severe it warranted trial before the Fate Spirit King.
But Rasifer was too willful for anyone to restrain.
An army of spirits sent by the Fate Spirit King rushed at him like a swarm of needles, only to be repelled entirely as a golden aura blazed around his body with the intensity of solar heat.
“My fate is mine to decide. Begone.”
A brilliant flash.
As he unleashed his power, the Bijou mark that adorned the corner of his left eye was revealed.
A genius among geniuses.
No talent of such caliber existed anywhere in the entire Laximon Bloodline.
Though it also meant he was a human calamity, the Laximon could not let him go.
With only a single child born, replacements were unthinkable, and besides—
“If I have a predetermined fate, I’ll shatter it to pieces. You’d do well to remake it to suit my tastes right now.”
His temperament.
This insufferable disposition—so vile that even Hell itself would press money into his hands and beg him to leave—was the greatest problem of all.
When Rasifer turned three, the elders of Laximon lamented that something which should never have been born had come into existence.
By the time he was four, no mage in all of Laximon could match him.
And so, when Rasifer reached five years old.
He had memorized every magical tome within the Mansion.
He had committed every existing magical circle to memory and even improved some, making them far easier to use.
A being beloved by magic itself.
Born of magic, with every blood vessel and drop of blood in his body saturated with mana.
Now he sought to interfere even with fate itself, invisible to ordinary eyes.
The price for such transgression would be steep, yet he gave it no thought whatsoever.
The mana enveloping his entire body was alive, protecting and guarding him still.
‘I’m happy.’
Ah, how addictive was this happiness felt for the first time!
I wish to savor it endlessly, yet I must restrain myself.
Not for my sake, but for my Companion’s.
My Companion must still learn more, experience more, and grow.
“Now I’ll wait patiently.”
Until you’ve grown and come to me.
Until that moment when we are bound together by our own names.
Standing at the river’s end where the blue roof of the Fasayen Mansion came into view, Rasifer whispered softly and sweetly.
Anyone who witnessed it would have gasped in shock, their beard trembling as they shrieked that this could not possibly be Rasifer Laximon—it had to be a homunculus, a scene of absolute hysteria.
* * *
“Sack Grandfather?”
On the safe journey back to the Mansion.
I learned the identity of my kidnapper.
“Bellarian of the Lunar Eclipse has several children. The second one, Goliath Bellarian, possesses this ability.”
“So I was kidnapped by an ability user?”
“That’s how it appears. Sack Grandfather is a sentient ability. It hides within shadows and collects things worthy of a shadow sack. It also possesses cognitive distortion abilities to keep those around it from noticing.”
“Then how did the Admiral find me? It keeps moving!”
“Once we pinpoint where it’s hiding, it’s simply a matter of moving faster than it can.”
Wow.
The Admiral was pretty cool just then.
“Naiad read the shadow’s movements through plant communion, and Mikard sealed all of Pelun with the Colosseum to prevent escape. After that, the Search Team drove it out.”
“Those older sisters from earlier?”
“Yes.”
Everyone had tried to rescue me.
For some reason, I felt happy and laughed brightly.
“I will too—later, if something like this happens again, I’ll rescue you.”
“How admirable. Were you not frightened?”
“Not at all! Because I had so many friends!”
At first they growled at me, but later they sang with me.
By my standards, if you sing together, you’re friends.
“We were together, and we sang, and we became friends.”
“Is that so. You did well. You endured admirably.”
“Hehe. Because the Admiral and Older Brother would come rescue me!”
“…Yes, that will always be the case.”
I believed it. And I did not doubt it for a moment.
That the Admiral and Mikard would rescue me.
“By the way, where is Older Brother Mikard?”
“Naiad collapsed, and Mikal sustained internal injuries and is resting. For both of them, this was their first time using their abilities on such a wide scale. However, it was good experience.”
“Oh! I should make cookies for them.”
I was receiving so much love.
Suddenly, I felt tears welling up.
So then, so then.
So then….
‘Was I perhaps a little scared?’
Staring blankly into empty space, I collapsed forward onto the Admiral’s thigh.
Thump.
Then I buried my face, but no tears came. Still, I just wanted to stay like this.
“Belarion will pay a corresponding price for this, without fail.”
The Admiral gently stroked my head and spoke his final words.
I smiled softly, savoring the calm touch of his hand.
It wasn’t long before we arrived home.
* * *
“The Admiral or my older brother will come pick me up!”
The moment Diagon heard those words, a thought crystallized within him.
Ah, I can no longer live without this child.
‘Thank goodness. This time… this time I protected her.’
In truth, the ability of someone like Sack Grandfather was trivial.
The only nuisance was the ‘cognitive distortion’ ability attached to that power.
It didn’t work on awakened adults, but Mikard was still young enough to fall prey to the cognitive distortion trap.
That was all there was to it.
He had found Sack Grandfather and torn him apart, and the ability’s owner would have felt every ounce of that flesh-rending agony.
His daughter was safe, and she even seemed unharmed.
‘So it’s fine. It’s fine.’
Diagon felt the cold sweat along his spine growing clammy.
When he heard that Superti had vanished within Fasayen Territory, right before everyone’s eyes.
Diagon had nearly dropped the sword in his grip.
‘Your Excellency, Your Excellency…! The Serenity, the ship Aurora was aboard, it’s sunk, they say…!’
‘Your Excellency, no matter how hard we search… we cannot find any bodies. We’ve searched even underwater….’
‘Perhaps they’re still alive. Both of them.’
‘We cannot find them. We cannot…!’
‘I can’t remember. Your Excellency! Don’t you feel it too? I can’t recall Aurora’s face at all!’
A scar etched deep within Diagon’s soul. A trauma.
It had never healed. It merely lay dormant, submerged beneath the surface.

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