The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 42

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【042】
No one dared contradict his assertion.
War was inevitable; only its timing remained uncertain.
When would it erupt?
“The Imperial Court’s persecution of other races grows more severe by the day. We manage to shield the Mermaid Tribe from their reach, but the others…” Diagon trailed off meaningfully.
“I inquired among the Half-Elves about the Elf Tribe’s sentiments toward humans. From what I gathered, their resentment runs so deep that conflict could ignite at any moment.”
Diagon had not accepted the Half-Elves into the Navy merely because his daughter had saved them.
He had extracted intelligence from them and, in exchange, provided them sanctuary.
Though the Half-Elves faced rejection within their own kind, that hardly meant they knew nothing of value.
After all, they had lived nearly a century.
“Approximately three years ago, the commander of the Genom Knight Order felled a tree the Elves held sacred.”
“Interesting.”
So the visible conflict between the Elf Tribe and the Imperial Court had never been the Emperor’s design in the first place.
The Genom Knight Order’s commander had grown frustrated with the Elves and, as a demonstration, cut down a tree—one that should never have been touched.
Yet the Imperial Court could hardly simply hand over a knight commander to appease them.
They had imposed suspension and salary reduction, but the Elves showed no appreciation for such gestures. That was the crux of the problem.
“The Elves are wise precisely because they live so long. They would never attempt to wage war against humans alone. They will seek allies—the Dwarves, master smiths, for instance.”
“It’s entirely plausible. The current Emperor’s annual weapons quotas imposed on the Dwarf Tribe continue to increase. The first Emperor spoke of coexistence with other races, but what this Emperor does borders on outright oppression.”
After Galiazard and Diagon finished speaking, Violet’s violet eyes gleamed with sudden clarity.
“The Emperor seeks every opportunity to crush Fasayen’s momentum. The moment the war with the Elf Tribe surfaces, he’ll demand we lend him troops. That would leave Fasayen vulnerable…”
“Territory Wars would erupt. And more than one household would seize the chaos to make their move. Tsk, tsk.”
The logic was simple.
The Imperial Court and the Elves would clash.
The Imperial Family would request military support to minimize their own losses and diminish the power of the great households.
With Fasayen emptied, ambitious families would strike, igniting Territory Wars.
“When war with the other races begins, what if we deploy Cecilia? She would prove far more useful on the battlefield than here.”
At Violet’s gentle suggestion, Galiazard chuckled.
“That girl loses control when her temper flares. Perhaps sending her would be for the best.”
Regardless of what transpires beyond the Territory, the Sub-Household Master and Resonants do not mobilize.
Involvement in external wars falls to the Household Master and the Admiral—an unspoken rule of Fasayen.
Personnel assignments for such purposes are determined solely through consultation between the Household Master and Sub-Household Master.
Cecilia’s abilities happened to be perfectly suited for warfare against multiple opponents.
“But Cecilia will resist. She’ll view participation in a war against other races as diminishing her standing in Pelun. External glory won’t enhance her influence within the household.”
As Maliasa voiced her concern, Galiazard stroked his beard once more.
“I’ll give it some thought. Nothing’s happened yet, after all. That girl’s ambition knows no bounds—her vessel simply cannot contain it.”
Though unspoken, all four shared the same understanding.
Cecilia’s temperament.
Charitably called ambitious; less charitably, ruthlessly cunning.
She would not go to war willingly, and if forced, she might well choose civil conflict instead.
“It would be wonderful if we could resolve this peacefully, but the Emperor is not that sort of man. He’ll exploit this opportunity however he can.”
Violet spoke in hushed, measured tones as she poured tea into everyone’s cups.
A brief silence fell as they sipped the freshly brewed tea, and soon Diagon rose to his feet.
“I don’t know whether war will break out today or tomorrow, but in any case, I must ensure the next generation is well-raised.”
He didn’t entertain thoughts of not returning.
After all, he had a young daughter. No matter what happened on the battlefield, he had to come back alive.
But… there was always that one-in-a-million chance.
If he lost his life, Mikard would have to immediately take command of the entire army.
“Iliad and Naiad are wonderful children too. As for the others, who knows what abilities they’ll display once Bijou awakens in them… I’m looking forward to it, Di.”
Positioning children whose abilities had awakened in the right places was the role of a Sub-Household Master.
With war on the horizon, that role became all the more critical.
Once a Territory War began, even the youngest couldn’t simply remain in safety.
As a Resonant and the master of Fasayen, they had to step forward confidently and protect the domain’s people.
Fasayen was not a household that could remain sheltered like flowers in a greenhouse.
That was something only lesser families did.
Fasayen carried pride in its name, and bore obligations equal to its rights.
No one would turn away from that responsibility.
“I don’t know when the Elf Tribe will wage war, but I can only hope that time comes as late as possible.”
Finally, Maliasa took her daughter’s and husband’s hands. Diagon bid his parents farewell and walked out slowly.
‘I hope Superti is all right.’
Of course, since Lewiwood had gone as the one in charge, he didn’t expect anything catastrophic to happen. Still, worry was simply a father’s heart at work.
‘Though that child has never even called me father once….’
Don’t be hasty.
I had to wait for the day that child would open their heart to me.
Even knowing that raising them only in my arms wouldn’t do, my heart felt heavy watching the place where the children had gone on their picnic.
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“This place must be heaven itself.”
“Heaven? What’s that?”
“Well, it’s an incredibly wonderful place!”
At that moment, at the Picnic Grounds.
Sunlight dappled the riverside where tall mulberry trees stood in rows.
With small blueberry bushes scattered everywhere, I wandered about picking berries until my fingertips were stained purple.
Lina washed everything I’d picked.
I grinned widely and munched on the blueberries.
I didn’t hoard them and shared some with Iliad and Naiad.
After all, I’d eaten salmon sandwiches, lamb skewers, two apples, and ice cream, so my stomach was pleasantly full.
“The household maintains this place regularly. That’s why there are almost no weeds and hardly any insects.”
“I see.”
Listening to Naiad’s explanation, I gathered the remaining blueberries and moved about cheerfully.
“Older Brother, Joy. Try this.”
“You picked all this? That’s impressive.”
Elzen and Joy were still glued to each other here as well, but they made room for me when I approached.
I squeezed myself into that space, grabbed a handful of blueberries, and devoured them with gusto.
“I’ve noticed it over the past few days, but you have a small body yet eat quite a lot. You’ve been eating non-stop since earlier.”
“Yep. I’m a glutton!”
Joy watched me eat with fascination, then returned the blueberries I had shared with him.
Then he rested his chin on his knee and made a thoughtful sound. “Hmm.”
“Something seems off. Are you really four years old?”
“Yep!”
“I don’t think so… Aren’t you a Half-Elf?”
Joy wound my hair around his index finger. Elzen, watching from the side, popped a single blueberry into Joy’s mouth.
“Superti doesn’t have any of the Half-Elf characteristics, Joy.”
“That’s true, but… ah, I don’t know. For some reason, you feel similar to the Half-Elves. It’s like your apparent age and your body’s growth rate don’t match.”
Huh? What does that mean?
“Still, the Carrot Class Teacher said I seem to be four years old.”
“He said ‘seem,’ but that doesn’t mean he actually knows when you were born, right?”
“That’s true.”
I swallowed the blueberry and glanced at the empty air.
But the shimmering text remained utterly silent.
“Well, it’s not that important how old you are anyway.”
Joy shrugged.
But then, Elzen opened his mouth with a serious expression.
“Can you say that again?”
“What? That age doesn’t matter?”
“No. You asked if she’s really four years old. So what do you think—how old does Superti seem to you?”
Elzen was more serious than I had ever seen him.
The atmosphere was heavier than when he had taken my side in front of Angela, and I found myself closing my mouth.
“Well, let’s see. If you eat this much in such a short span of time, how much would your daily total be? I’d say you’d need to be at least ten years old for that to make sense. Hasn’t anyone else found this eating habit strange?”

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