The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 51

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【051】
Of course, I don’t remember her face.
But I remember vividly how incompetent she was, how utterly foolish—every detail of her stupidity etched into my mind.
And the tenderness she lavished upon me without reservation.
Cecilia didn’t particularly care for her brother Diagon, but she often got along well with his wife, Aurora.
With her plump, rosy cheeks and the way she was always eating something with such enthusiasm.
It was amusing to watch her face light up at the sight of sweet desserts, and there was something endearing about how naive she was—how she wouldn’t even understand mockery and would just smile innocently in response.
Eventually, Cecilia opened her heart to that radiant woman, and so when Luarel was born, she could offer genuine congratulations.
After all, the third child had low chances of being born as a Resonant, and being a daughter, she would surely become a good cousin-sister to Angela.
‘But… but if she’s this strong.’
It cannot be.
What if Superti were Luarel?
‘She would gain the right of succession.’
She could challenge for the Household Master position.
‘That cannot happen!’
Lewiwood was the only trump card she possessed.
The day Lewiwood became Sub-Household Master, she would eliminate Violet.
And then she would become Household Master.
Violet’s ability was nothing special anyway, and with her own petrification power, she could turn her to stone forever without killing her.
Nein, the third child, was adopted and had no right to participate in the Household Master succession, and while Diagon was somewhat problematic, she would deal with him when he ventured into the Distant Sea—nothing would stand in her way.
‘She wouldn’t kill him,’ so there would be no violation of family law.
“I must become Household Master.”
Cecilia lowered the hand she’d been biting and murmured hollowly.
‘Just once. Even just once, I want to defeat Violet.’
Cecilia had always been second.
It was her sister who earned Father’s recognition, something so difficult for me to achieve.
It was her sister who received more love from Mother.
Everyone around them lost their minds at the sight of her sister, fawning and groveling.
What was so wonderful about that vixen!
Even Youngsik, Cecilia’s first love in her girlhood, what had he said?
‘Listen, you know…’
‘Yes?’
It was autumn, when a cool breeze blew.
The day of her debutante ball.
That bastard had called her out to the balcony alone and said this.
‘Could you… pass this along to your sister?’
‘…?’
‘You see, I’ve admired Violet for a long time. Since you’re her sister, I thought you could deliver it for me.’
‘You insane bastard!’
That day, Cecilia’s fury exploded, and she turned the object of her unrequited love to stone.
The petrification didn’t last long, but that incident lingered in people’s minds for years, and no one wanted to get close to Cecilia. Meanwhile, Violet steadily built her network.
The timid girl whose heart once raced with excitement died that autumn night, leaving behind only a monster whose hair transformed into serpents whenever she grew excited.
‘If Violet had taken my side or defended me, I wouldn’t harbor such resentment. But she pretended not to know, didn’t she?’
Let me be honest.
Wouldn’t anyone in my position want to tear Violet to shreds?
‘In any case, Lewiwood must become Sub-Household Master. Only then does my ascension to Household Master have legitimacy.’
Legitimacy.
It was a matter of paramount importance in Aristocratic Society.
Without justification, I couldn’t suppress the resistance of the subordinate families.
Even if I became Household Master, should the subordinate families unite and turn their backs on Fasayen, Diagon would ultimately step forward to cast me down.
‘That won’t do. That simply cannot happen. Because after I become Household Master, Lewiwood must inherit that position.’
My child, born of my blood. And my child’s child will become Household Master.
That was the venom Cecilia had harbored all this time.
But Superti was strong—far too strong.
If she weren’t Luarel, it wouldn’t matter if she were part of Fasayen or became a Resonant.
But if she is Luarel….
That was when it happened.
Knock, knock.
A brief knock sounded, and the Butler’s voice came from beyond the door.
“Second Miss, the Household Master summons you.”
“Father? Why so suddenly?”
Galiazard, the Household Master of Fasayen, was a cold man.
At least to her, he was.
Violet might have been different, but Cecilia had never once sat upon his lap.
He called for her only when there was a task.
Or….
“Aaaaagh! Why me! Why!!”
Crash!
After returning from the Household Master’s Office.
Cecilia hurled objects about, unable to contain her rage.
Hisssss.
Her hair, responding to her master’s fury, twisted like rope before transforming into serpents that flicked their tongues.
“Why me, why. I understand Territory Wars, but to obey the Emperor’s command—why must I go?”
I know. I understand.
That a Sub-Household Master cannot abandon their post.
From the perspective of the entire Empire, Fasayen’s Admiral has the duty to guard the Sea against foreign invasion.
Therefore, I know one cannot carelessly leave their position, and that the Household Master has no reason to intervene unless it’s an invasion of significant scale.
But knowing this, I couldn’t help but burn with uncontrollable fury.
It was also rage at my own position—neither one thing nor another, a card worn smooth from overuse.
Inferiority. Isolation. The desperate struggle to be acknowledged.
Such tangled emotions swirled within her, yet Cecilia refused to acknowledge the wounded child cowering in the deepest recesses of her heart.
‘Of all times, why must war break out now?’
Cecilia gripped the edge of her vanity, suppressing the ragged breath that threatened to escape.
The reflection staring back at her from the mirror was utterly repulsive.
‘So that’s why everyone preferred Violet.’
Layers of accumulated resentment ricocheted wildly within her.
She wanted nothing more than to turn Violet to stone that very instant, yet her Father terrified her. And she could not defy his orders.
But her only bargaining chip was bearing a son—and if she departed for the battlefield?
She would be utterly cast aside within the Household.
‘What do I do? What can I possibly do?’
Her vision flooded crimson.
“My dear.”
The door slid open without a knock, and Bernstein appeared.
“I heard the news. You’ve been conscripted for the war.”
“Ha! Word travels fast? They’re really sending me?”
“Yes.”
“So they’ve decided to be rid of me entirely…”
The metallic taste of blood lingered on her tongue.
In truth, Cecilia’s anxiety extended far beyond her standing within the Household.
Lewiwood!
Her precious son.
With him at her side now, she could mold him as she wished, but if they were separated for years—what then?
During those years, Lewiwood would inevitably grow closer to Violet… and would that girl truly honor her mother’s wishes upon her return?
“Lewiwood is still young. His mind is still malleable. If I leave, Violet will brainwash him into her own creature—I’m certain of it.”
Sinews stood taut across the hand gripping the vanity.
She needed to reclaim her reason, yet a thousand fires raged within her—how could she possibly manage it?
Bernstein’s reflection in the mirror remained serene as always, eyes closed in tranquil composure.
“You’re afraid Lewiwood will turn his back on you?”
“No one knows when this war will end. It could last five years! By then, Lewiwood will be grown.”
And he will forget his mother.
She was nearly certain of it.
“But what can we do, Cecilia? To refuse the order, you would have to become Household Master yourself.”
“As if I don’t know that?!”
Crash!
Cecilia seized a perfume bottle from the vanity and hurled it at Bernstein, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
The bottle shattered past his ear, and Bernstein gazed down at the shards with quiet contemplation before closing his eyes once more and smiling.
He understood precisely what tormented her.
“You need to make a decision, Cecilia.”
“What decision?”
“There’s still time before deployment. It will be after the Admiral’s birthday celebration.”
“So?”
Diagon’s birthday was coming up soon. Not that it mattered to me.
“Starting that day, I’ll cloud Diagon’s mind, and you find an opportunity to turn the Household Master to stone.”
Cecilia froze in place.
She couldn’t comprehend what she’d just heard.
For a long time, Bernstein had often spoken of joining forces with external powers to wage Territory Wars.
But she’d assumed it was merely honeyed words meant to appease her frustrations.
“Turn the Household Master to stone? What are you saying?”

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