The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 38

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【038】
Whoosh, whoosh.
Carrying the brave child who had fallen fast asleep without warning, Diagon entered the Fasayen Mansion.
Those who had rushed out in worry clamped their mouths shut at the sight before them.
Seeing Diagon’s expression, they thought something had happened to Superti.
“She’s asleep, so keep quiet. Have Kamin follow immediately.”
“Yes, His Excellency.”
Taking only the Adjutant Kamin with him to the bedroom, he laid the child down on the bed with utmost care.
Fortunately, she was the type who slept soundly once asleep—Superti slumbered peacefully, uttering only a soft “mmm…”
In the meantime, Diagon relayed to Kamin what Superti had told him.
“Gasp—surely the ‘Rasifer’ the young lady mentioned isn’t that ‘Rasifer’…?”
“That annoying brat from back then.”
“Yes, I suspect… who else would use such a name?”
The Baratheum Empire consists of the Imperial Family and four Ducal Houses.
The Resurrection Barateium occupies the center.
Bellarion of the Lunar Eclipse is located in the northwest.
Fasayen of the Horizon is located in the southwest.
Dawn Laksimon is located in the east.
Twilight Ishel is located in the southeast, along the continental center line.
Among them, only Dawn Laksimon had the arrogance to bear the name Rasifer.
“Rasifer…”
The meaning of that name was grandiose.
It meant “the one who devoured the sun god,” a title said to exist only in ancient times.
Such an immense meaning—surpassing even the sun god itself—could only make one’s tongue falter.
Yet that Rasifer was truly formidable.
‘I’ve encountered him once before.’
He was a handsome fellow with a viper’s tongue.
So prickly, so fastidious, so sensitive—no matter how much one tried to view him favorably, it was never easy with him.
“Surely that disrespectful wretch didn’t harbor dark intentions toward my daughter.”
“S-surely not?”
“Then are you saying my daughter isn’t suitable to capture someone’s heart at first sight?”
“No, why would you say such a thing!”
Kamin jumped to his feet.
Diagon knew he was being unreasonable. Still, he couldn’t help his foul mood.
Of course, his daughter was a star no man in this world could ever touch. A North Star, as they say.
But why on earth was that fellow with Superti?
Rasifer Laximon was not someone to be trifled with by some Sack Grandfather.
There was definitely something scheming behind this.
“Ahem, ahem. In any case, His Excellency, I’m concerned about the Half-Elves. They have nowhere to return to.”
“My daughter referred to them as friends.”
“Understood, sir. If they have nowhere to go, I’ll arrange accommodations in the Navy quarters.”
The Half-Elves were outcasts even within elven society, unable to integrate into human civilization either.
With their white hair, pointed ears, and feline pupils, they couldn’t conceal their Half-Elf heritage.
Yet their numbers were so few that they were constantly caught between both worlds, rejected by each.
Most Half-Elves originated from the Eastern Continent, a matter entirely distant from Fasayen, so in truth, neither of them had ever seen one before.
“I’ll report this to Father first and investigate further. Mother will likely take charge of the matter.”
“Understood. I’ll have the Search Team settled in the quarters. From what I glimpsed just now, they all appear to be female.”
“Did they abduct only girls?”
At Kamin’s words, Diagon’s expression twisted into something fierce.
Kamin was about to answer that Rasifer Laximon was male, but suddenly paused in thought.
Wasn’t he rather beautiful in appearance?
“Yes, it appears so.”
“How dare they.”
Crunch.
Diagon’s crimson eyes blazed like flames as he ground his teeth.
“As you know, Your Excellency, we cannot lodge an official protest. There is no evidence.”
“Then we shall repay them through… unofficial means.”
“A most prudent course of action, sir.”
I will show them what happens when they dare lay a finger on my daughter, even by accident.
Diagon, who had been quietly deliberating, issued his command.
“Drying up the upper reaches of the Alexandrite River would be most appropriate.”
The Alexandrite River referred to the massive waterway that stretched from Bellarion of the Lunar Eclipse to Fasayen of the Horizon.
It was far more than merely important—it was a lifeline, and losing it would deal a devastating blow.
However, since Fasayen wasn’t directly entering the upper reaches controlled by Bellarion, but merely drawing water from the lower reaches they owned and sending it out to sea, it would be ambiguous as a catalyst for a Territory War.
Of course, with appropriate apologies and measures taken, the freshwater could be restored.
“Execute immediately. Act first, report later.”
“Understood.”
Kamin left the room, and Diagon, alone in the silence, pondered.
What would Aurora have done in this situation?
Though he would never know the answer.
* * *
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Far from the Fasayen Mansion.
A luxurious household was thrown into absolute chaos.
A large boy tore at his own hair, rolling across the carpet.
He gasped for breath and retched, his face plunging into the vomit several times.
Yet the pain would not subside.
“How dare they… how dare they all!!”
Goliath Bellarian was a collector.
He harbored a hobby of taxidermy for beautiful things, hoarding his specimens in the underground chamber of his mansion.
Such a hobby paired perfectly with his ability, “Sack Grandfather.”
Whenever Territory Wars erupted, he would exploit this power to kidnap the families of key figures from the opposing camp.
While he couldn’t directly touch an Awakener themselves, snatching their loved ones—especially their children—guaranteed victory in any Territory War.
Because Goliath possessed such an ability, Belarion cherished him and granted him considerable privileges.
Without proper backing, they would have overlooked even his taxidermy of people, provided it remained within reasonable bounds.
“My brides! My precious brides!”
The filthy boy hurled his fists at empty air, screaming in fury.
Then he pounded the ground repeatedly, unable to contain his rage.
Inside lay the Half-Elves he had intended to keep confined until they became obedient.
Yet somehow, the Sack Grandfather had vanished, and the Half-Elves had escaped entirely.
After all the effort he’d invested in collecting them!
‘I can’t forgive this. I absolutely cannot forgive this!’
Crunch. Crunch crunch.
Goliath gnawed at his own fingernails.
The disappearance of a sentient ability inflicted immense agony upon him.
It would regenerate eventually, but since this was his first experience, how long it would take remained unknown.
“Damn it. Damn them all! Who exactly are those two women?”
One possessed platinum hair and violet eyes, while the other had pink hair.
He had taken a liking to both and had even prepared a human cage to confine them once the Sack Grandfather returned.
“Next time I catch them, I’ll taxidermize them without hesitation. I’ll do it immediately.”
Goliath’s eyes gleamed a furious crimson as he seethed.
It was then.
Footsteps echoed.
Footsteps sounded from the empty corridor.
He, who had been clawing at his chest in fury, fixed a sharp glare upon the two feet that appeared before him.
“You look quite a sight.”
“You!”
At the mocking tone, Goliath’s rage erupted.
But that was all. He could do nothing.
This homunculus before him served directly under the Household Master of Belarion.
In Belarion, the Household Master is law itself.
Should he dare lay a hand upon the Household Master’s property, even a son risked losing that hand.
“I’ve come to inform you of something you might find curious.”
“What is it?”
“Your ability was torn asunder by Diagon Fasayen—a father whose daughter was abducted.”
Monotone words. An expressionless face.
The narrow-eyed man, Bernstein Craiton.
He was the one who appeared before Goliath—the husband of Cecilia Fasayen.
“Do you desire revenge?”
“Of course! What kind of stupid question is that?”
“When the time is right, I shall inform you. Prepare yourself in advance.”

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