The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 5

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【005】
Here lies a child who has cried herself into exhaustion, sleeping as though she might never wake.
Curled into a ball like a hatchling turtle, her breathing came in ragged, hiccupping gasps that tugged at my heart.
“With Lewiwood and Mikard occupied on their duties, we were unable to restrain the child’s rampage in time.”
The Reception Room’s lighting had been dimmed to its lowest setting—a precaution against waking her.
Diagon listened to Kamin’s report in silence.
“The force was of such magnitude that none but those two could have contained it. His Excellency happened to be nearby and intervened, which is the only reason anyone survived.”
“Without him, we’d all be dead.”
“Indeed. Ricardo, who was closest, suffered considerable damage to his Viju. He attempted to mount a defense, but when Awakened ones clash… it’s possible his Viju may not recover.”
“He’ll be cast out. Cecilia would never keep a useless one around.”
Diagon’s tone was chillingly indifferent.
He toyed absently with the child’s cotton-candy pink hair.
Yet she did not stir.
Only her reddened nose and occasional sniffles betrayed her distress.
“And the crab?”
“Shu’s condition is stable, we’re told. Frankly, for a first clash, she’s far too unscathed… The only explanation is that she receives the Spirit King’s blessing. At her age, summoning the Spirit King should render her catatonic if she’s unlucky enough to lack the strength to bear it.”
“True. The Spirit King, indeed…”
His dry voice caught slightly at the end, as though his throat had tightened.
Yet Diagon said nothing more.
Kamin, too, bit his tongue.
The commander of the Fasayen Navy.
His Viju had awakened around age seven; by ten, he’d fought the Mermaid King and established the current ceasefire—a prodigy among prodigies.
His cruelty rivaled a shark pack that had tasted blood; his combat instinct was born, not made.
None he caught alive left alive, and so the Pirates trembled at the mere sight of his flag, scrambling to flee.
Yet it was little known that this very Diagon harbored a profound love for a single companion.
One who had been blessed abundantly by the spirits of this world—so lovely it pained the eyes to behold.
Kamin remembered her too.
The small daughter she had held.
But no one could recall what she and her daughter had looked like.
One day, it simply… became that way.
How utterly it had shattered Diagon required no explanation.
Even now, seven years later, speaking of it remained forbidden.
“For the Spirit King to favor a child so dearly… How peculiar indeed.”
After a long silence.
Diagon murmured slowly.
Suspicion threaded through every word.
“Could someone have… created this child?”
“Spirits are pure beings, Your Excellency. Surely not.”
“True. A homunculus defies providence, so no spirit would follow such a thing.”
Upon becoming Awakened, one gains abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.
A homunculus was an artificial life form created through such abilities, and it was a primary means employed during territorial wars in Bellarion of the Lunar Eclipse.
“While sophisticated homunculi are difficult to distinguish from humans, we have never obtained information suggesting one was created as a child.”
At Kamin’s assertion, Diagon lowered his gaze.
There she was, clinging tightly to his thigh and sleeping soundly.
Even when I had to separate her to show the physician, she wouldn’t let go easily—quite the ordeal.
“Not even a crab clings this stubbornly. What is she holding onto so fiercely?”
Does she fear I’ll abandon her?
When she was so brazenly refusing to become my daughter.
“It appears the young lady trusts His Excellency deeply. One can see it in how she nestles against you.”
Kamin seized the moment and slipped in his words with practiced subtlety.
In truth, Kamin had been completely smitten from the instant he’d picked up this young lady from the Kindergarten.
He found himself wondering if his youngest sister, whom he couldn’t remember, might have resembled her.
Diagon was not unaware of Kamin’s feelings.
His father had likely attached this crab to him with similar sentiments in mind.
“I’ll need to give her a new name.”
“Oh, what will you call her?”
“I’m not certain yet.”
Diagon raised his eyebrows slightly.
Giving a name meant accepting her as an adopted daughter.
I couldn’t simply bestow any careless name upon her.
“Cecilia must be raging by now. She’ll certainly try to claim this one for herself.”
“Yet you won’t surrender her, will you?”
“This child follows me well. Look.”
Diagon gestured toward the girl, now snoring softly and peacefully.
Then he added quietly:
“She’s not the sort of child to go to someone as greedy as Cecilia.”
“You simply want to make her your daughter, sir.”
Kamin grumbled, but Diagon cleanly ignored him.
His mind was already spinning through thousands of beautiful ancient words and foreign languages, each laden with meaning.
Searching for what would suit her best.
“Ah, then I should inform both young masters as well.”
“No need to contact Mikard. He’ll already know.”
“Then I’ll inform only the second young master.”
“The second… no, actually, yes.”
Diagon began to say something, then stopped.
Kamin ventured a careful suggestion to him.
“Perhaps the child’s existence might have a positive influence on the second young master. Would it not be worth arranging a meeting?”
“He’s already abandoned life.”
“It’s only been a year since the onset, hasn’t it?”
“Enough. Don’t place too many hopes on this crab.”
*Poke.*
Diagon poked my chubby cheek.
“Mmph.”
I frowned in displeasure at the gesture.
Such a temperamental little thing.
“I told you to hit them, not to summon the Spirit King and leave them half-dead….”
Yet there was something admirable about it.
Diagon lightly tapped the bridge of my nose.
The perfect name had just come to him.
“Superti. I’ll call this child Superti.”
The North Star that guides one’s course during voyages, and the goddess of battle.
The name seemed to suit her perfectly.
* * *
‘Mother, Mother!’
‘It’s alright. Mother will always be by our daughter’s side.’
‘But… but… I can’t see you anymore. Don’t die, Mother…!’
‘Our daughter won’t cry, will she? You’ll be strong, won’t you? You’re the class representative.’
‘Hic… hic… *sob*!’
I can’t.
I still can’t.
I can’t do it.
I’m not the class representative anymore.
*Sniff.*
When I opened my eyes, bright sunlight was streaming through.
I wiped away the tears hanging from my eyes and sat up.
“My goodness! Young Miss, you’re awake!”
“Lina?”
“Yes, it’s Lina. Do you remember me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
What dream had I been having?
It felt sad, but I couldn’t quite remember it.
“Now then, let me prepare you. Since His Excellency said we’re skipping lessons today, shall we have a meal with him and play something fun?”
Lina spread five dresses before me with a flourish.
Seeing Lina’s excitement, I quickly caught the same spirit.
“Should we eat something delicious and play cookie-baking?”
“Yes!”
Wonderful!
I put on a blue dress with a white rabbit drawn on it, and slipped on shoes with starfish charms!
Lina tied my hair into two pigtails.
Bursting with excitement, I dashed toward the Dining Hall.
That was when it happened.
Thud!
“Oof!”
I collided with someone and landed hard on my bottom.
“Hmm? Ah, so it’s you.”
A voice boomed out, resonant as a ship’s horn.
I lifted my head quickly, and there stood Grandfather, marshmallow-soft and towering.
“Grandfather!”
“There, there. What a clever little thing you are. Come here and let me hold you.”
Grandfather scooped me up effortlessly into his arms.
I giggled with delight, though my thoughts drifted to the strawberry macaron.
I’d given it to the Carrot Class Teacher—I wondered if all my friends had eaten it.
“So you summoned the Spirit King, even if only temporarily? How impressive.”
“The Spirit King…?”
“You don’t understand yet, and that’s fine. You’ll learn it all in time. Hehehehe!”
Grandfather pushed open the Dining Hall doors with a flourish.
Inside were Father/Uncle and Kamin.
“Where is your seat?”
“It’s the one with the flounder and crab.”
“Ah yes, here it is.”
After Grandfather set me down in my chair, I swung my legs eagerly, waiting for the meal.
Everything served here tasted absolutely wonderful, so mealtime was always something to look forward to.
“Why have you come?”
“You cheeky brat! I came to see my new granddaughter’s face!”
“…Please sit down.”
Gasp!
Wait—I’d fought with my friends earlier.
‘Am I not going to be scolded?’
I glanced around cautiously, but no one seemed inclined to scold me.
With a quiet sigh of relief, I gripped my fork with determination.
But that was the moment.
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ is furiously declaring that no one is allowed to scold my child!]
Brilliant light sparkled before my eyes as words began to appear.
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ is proudly telling everyone to come see my child!]
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ is sighing, saying here we go again.]
[The Earth Spirit King ‘■’ is nodding in agreement that she is indeed adorable.]
Huh?
What is this?

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