The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 49

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【049】
“Cecilia Aunt…?”
“That’s right. Since I turn multiple people to stone simultaneously, I build a Colosseum to confine many—so I have area-of-effect techniques.”
“What about the Admiral?”
“Father summons sea dragons and sweeps everything away in one go. During Territory Wars, Awakeners with area-of-effect skills are absolutely advantageous in numbers.”
Ah, so my contract with Shapasi is truly remarkable!
I laughed brightly and puffed out my chest with pride.
Thinking that with this power, I could protect so many people.
“Are Territory Wars scarier than this?”
“They are. This time only Goliath came alone, but when a Territory War breaks out, all the Awakeners attack together.”
“Have you ever seen a Territory War, Mikal Older Brother?”
“No. Not yet. And I hope it never happens.”
We bounded across the stone bridge installed over the artificial stream.
My legs were too short to cross in one leap, but my two older brothers held my hands and helped me over easily.
“When a Territory War breaks out, people we cherish get hurt. Sometimes we never see them again.”
“Mm.”
“So it’s best if it never happens, but if such a day comes, we must protect everyone.”
“Mm! I’m going to become even stronger!”
When I lived in Carrot Class, I wanted to become the greatest chef, but not anymore.
Now my dream was to contract with all the Spirit Kings and become the strongest Awakener ranked first in Fasayen.
“But Tosilya, can you see spirits?”
Mikard asked with curious interest. I shook my head in response.
“Not yet!”
“Really? That’s a shame. I was curious what spirits look like. They say you can see them once your spirit eyes open.”
I hadn’t forgotten what Upiros had told me.
‘Your spirit eyes will open once you become the darling of the kings.’
But now that I’ve contracted with the Air Spirit King, I’m really curious.
What do lower-tier air spirits look like?
‘I wish my spirit eyes would open soon. How do I become their darling?’
That’s when it happened.
[Boom! Long time no see, young contestant! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)]
Upiros!
[You want to become the darling of the kings as soon as possible? There is a way.]
‘Really?’
[Yes. There are two Spirit Kings who haven’t made contracts yet—the Fate Spirit King and the Chaos Spirit King. If an event interesting enough to capture their attention occurs, that would do it! (♡ ᐛ )人( ᐛ ♡)]
My hopeful concentration crumbled into disappointment.
‘So what kind of event!’
I stomped my feet and puffed my cheeks out round.
[Well, the Chaos Spirit King enjoys fighting with others. As for the Fate Spirit King… I’m sorry, but I’m not entirely sure myself. (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭)]
It seems the Fate Spirit King is someone even the other Spirit Kings find difficult to understand.
“Sigh.”
“Why the sigh, Tosil?”
“Just… living is hard.”
“What?”
I hadn’t said anything particularly strange, yet both my older brothers burst into laughter.
“Look at this little one. Where did you even pick up a line like that?”
“You brothers don’t understand anything.”
I was being serious, but my brothers laughed again.
“Honestly.”
I huffed and soon found myself sitting between my two older brothers, playing with flower petals.
“Want me to make you a flower crown, Tosil?”
“You know how to do that?”
“What kind of question is that?”
Mikard plucked an armful of roses and began crafting a flower crown—
“And I’ll make you a bracelet.”
Elzen wove daisies into a bracelet beside him.
I simply buried my nose in the pretty flowers and breathed in their fragrance.
“Oh, right! I almost forgot!”
“Forgot what?”
“Elzen, how do you know Crescent Sister Ungni?”
Until now, I’d believed Belarion was Fasayen’s enemy.
But Diolrose was from Belarion, and I liked her. I even wanted to see her again.
“Oh, we know each other because of the friendly competition.”
“Friendly competition?”
I’d never heard of that before!
Elzen slipped the finished daisy bracelet onto my wrist and explained.
“It’s a system that started when the current Emperor ascended. Every five years, the children of the Imperial Family and the Four Great Ducal Houses gather in the Capital for competitions.”
“…!”
“Of course, only Awakened ones with a Viju seat participate, but beyond the competitions themselves, banquets are held every night. That’s where you become acquainted with children from other families.”
So that’s how they knew each other!
The mystery was solved.
“The first friendly competition was held in 1193. The second in 1198. The third in 1203. The fourth in 1208. With each successive round, it’s become more of a matter of family pride.”
He’d memorized all those dates.
Elzen really is clever.
“Then when is the fifth one?”
“It was already held before you came to Fasayen.”
“That’s such a shame!”
I waved my chubby wrist adorned with the flower bracelet.
I was curious about children from other families too!
“Don’t be too disappointed. It’ll be held again when you’re about nine years old. By then, you’ll be competing too, Tosil.”
Mikard placed a hastily woven flower crown atop my head with a gentle tap.
The flowers were slightly crushed from the effort and looked rather disheveled, but I didn’t mind at all.
After all, my older brother had made it with his own hands.
‘Then I’ll be able to see Diolrose again at the next friendly match.’
Now that I thought about it, she mentioned raising incredibly adorable puppies and kittens!
I felt a lingering regret that I hadn’t asked to see them.
[To soothe the disappointment of our young contestant, I, Upiros, have made another appearance!]
Huh?
[Haven’t you forgotten something? ʕ ◔ᴥ◔ ʔ]
Um… um… well, you see.
I held the flower crown that kept slipping down with both hands and thought hard.
Then, suddenly, I remembered something.
‘My grape-shaped stamp card!’
[Correct!]
Pop! Pop!
Fireworks burst before my eyes, and the stamp card appeared. I watched as another stamp was pressed onto it with a bang, and I smiled with satisfaction.
That’s right—they said they’d give me a stamp each time I discovered a Spirit King’s name.
‘I’m not far from ten stamps now.’
The stamp card had six stamps in total.
Five of them had faded colors, but the one just pressed was gleaming.
“Ahhh, I’m so happy.”
I reached toward the stamp card and tumbled backward.
I trusted that Mikard would catch me.
Peaceful days flowed by nestled between my older brothers.
* * *
The Baratheum Empire possessed four great ducal houses.
Each ducal house owned vast territories, and the city where the main mansion was located was called the central city.
Pelun, the central city of Fasayen of the Horizon.
Sol, the central city of Laksimon of the Dawn.
Saturn, the central city of Ishel of the Residual Light.
And…
Buien, the central city of Bellarian of the Lunar Eclipse.
This place, with its unadorned, drab-colored buildings packed densely together, carried an oppressive atmosphere throughout the entire city.
The weather contributed to this gloom—Buien experienced autumn for roughly half the year and winter for the other half.
Clouds perpetually hung overhead, making clear days nearly impossible to find, so the inhabitants of Bellarian’s territory called Buien the “City of Shadows.”
The Bellarian Mansion, erected in such a Buien, was desolate enough to evoke thoughts of a graveyard.
Buildings constructed from ash-gray brick and pointed spires.
One glance at the blackened iron bars and dusty, weathered stone statues would inspire such feelings in anyone.
“The upper reaches of the Alexandrite River remain parched, you haven’t managed to kill a single person, and nothing—absolutely nothing—has been resolved.”
The interior of the gloomy mansion was little different from its exterior.
Parched air scraped across the cold stone floor.
Kneeling there, Goliath trembled as bone-deep cold pierced through him.
“You call yourself second, yet you’re utterly useless—why not just dispose of him, Father?”
“That’s right. Let us fight for our rank again!”
At the Twins’ snickering voices as they watched his pathetic state, Goliath’s eyes widened.
But in this place, he had no allies.
Even if he wished to protest, he had lost all means to speak.
Goliath ground his teeth, his gaze fixed on the Twins’ feet.
That was when—

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