The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 62

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【062】
Five cascades within the Banquet Hall surged with brilliant azure waters, their torrents crashing down with magnificent force.
Rainbows danced above them, and soap bubbles drifted throughout the space—all products of magical engineering.
The ceiling, draped in teal curtains, was adorned with glimmering lights scattered at intervals, adding to the splendor.
“You’ve all heard about the youngest noble lady, haven’t you?”
“What sort of person is she that the direct line holds her in such high regard?”
“I’m absolutely dying to know.”
The tips of fans rustled among the gathered noblewomen clustered in small groups.
Today’s topics of conversation numbered three.
War with the foreign races.
The unexpected visit of the Belarion Household Master.
And Superti Fasayen.
Rumors about Superti in particular were still running rampant.
“I heard she willingly extended her hand to commoners who had fallen in the street?”
“Well, that’s because she herself comes from a commoner background….”
“Still, it speaks to a noble heart, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed it does.”
Curious eyes sparkled with interest.
The fact that these women—who could tear someone apart without hesitation—spoke only kindly of her lent credibility to the rumors circulating.
“She’s been taken into the Household Master’s private circle, hasn’t she?”
“I heard she’s already being treated as the most promising Resonant candidate.”
“It would be wonderful if my daughter could befriend her.”
Noblewomen with daughters of similar age had each placed a gift into their children’s hands today.
To present to Superti Fasayen and become her friend.
“Don’t forget what happened to Ricardo. Never upset her.”
“Be careful. She’s a child the Household Master treasures.”
Members of the Branch Family likewise patted their children’s shoulders repeatedly, offering warnings.
As the excitement in the hall grew louder and louder,
“The ruler of the turbulent seas. The one who commands the whales. The two pillars of Fasayen—the Household Master and the Resonant—enter!”
Creak.
The doors swung open, and with a grand announcement, the Household Master and the Resonant entered, both draped in the teal cloaks that symbolized Fasayen.
And following behind these two came Violet, the Sub-Household Master.
“Violet really is rather intimidating, isn’t she?”
“She is. She… inherited the Household Master’s temperament entirely, didn’t she?”
“Yes, that’s true. And I heard Lewiwood inherited it from her.”
Whispers arose in scattered corners of the now-quieted Banquet Hall.
The temperament of the Fasayen Household Master.
This was a topic of conversation that circulated beneath the surface.
There was a rumor that whoever inherited Fasayen would inherit ‘that’ temperament from the Ancestor Whale.
Cold, rational, and indifferent to human emotion—such talk was delicious fodder for gossip among the masses.
“It seems Cecilia didn’t attend after all?”
“Lewiwood is here, though….”
“She must be busy with war preparations.”
The noblewomen didn’t particularly care for Cecilia’s arrogance and self-righteousness.
The fact that her hair turned into snakes when she grew angry was honestly rather frightening too.
Because of that, the topic of Cecilia quickly shifted to something else. As it always did.
“Oh, the Admiral’s family has arrived!”
“Elzen has found a companion, hasn’t he?”
“A half-elf! How intriguing. I’ve never seen that race before!”
A handsome man with refined features appeared beyond the fluttering fans.
Everyone’s gaze fixed upon his striking visage—a face that remained attractive even with age—before sliding downward.
“…!”
A baby with pink hair identical to Elzen’s was nestled snugly in Diagon’s arms.
Diagon entered carrying his daughter so preciously that he wouldn’t even let her walk, and stood at the center of the banquet hall, surveying his surroundings in a slow circle.
And right then, everyone understood.
This was a warning.
He cherished his daughter dearly, so mind your words and conduct.
That brief yet unmistakable message burned intensely into the minds of all who watched.
“Well then, now that our guest of honor has arrived, let us begin the banquet.”
At the Household Master’s command, the orchestra’s music swelled forth with vigor.
The banquet had begun.
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“Owaaa!”
Cradled in the Admiral’s arms as I entered, my eyes immediately sought out where the food was located.
The kitchen staff had given me a hint—today they’d prepared an absolutely delicious chocolate cake!
It wasn’t like children’s birthday parties where you cut a single cake; instead, they’d made small individual portions that could be easily placed on plates.
I’d been so curious about it that I couldn’t sleep well last night, and now I was wondering if I could eat one right away.
Though impatient, I waited as obediently as possible until the Admiral set me down.
I also remembered to return greetings politely to everyone who approached to say hello.
“Go on now, you should make some friends.”
“Mm, yes!”
Though honestly, I was far more curious about the chocolate cake!
‘White chocolate cake, dark chocolate cake, caramel chocolate cake. They all taste different!’
Chocolate was expensive and such a rare import that I couldn’t eat it often.
So today, I was going to eat ten of each variety of chocolate cake.
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ warns that your teeth will rot if you do that.]
‘Then I’ll just eat nine.’
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ sternly insists you eat only five.]
“Hmph.”
Arriving at the long dining table in an instant, I felt my spirits dampen slightly at the sight of the glittering text filling my vision.
But delicious things should be shared with everyone. Yes, that’s fine!
I can’t eat all ten by myself.
“Instead, I’ll carefully choose five.”
They’re all the same shape, but I’d rather pick the ones with bigger chocolate decorations on top.
Gripping the plate firmly with both hands, I carefully placed a chocolate cake on it and gazed down at it with a happy smile.
“Hey, Tosil. Shouldn’t you eat first?”
“Mm. Older brother eat too.”
“I’ve had enough chocolate.”
“But it’s delicious….”
It’s so much tastier than apple pie or roasted sweet potato!
If Mikard won’t eat it, can I not eat it either?
I felt a slight pang of greed, but I quickly set aside such thoughts.
“We have to share.”
“Oh? You know how to share?”
“Of course!”
Besides, the first bite wasn’t mine anyway.
I really, really want to eat it!
I want to grab one right now and just devour it!
But I held back and toddled over to the Admiral with the plate in hand.
“Admiral!”
It was hard to push through the crowd of people, but I managed somehow!
“Please have this.”
“Hm?”
“Happy birthday!”
As I offered the plate with a bright smile, the Admiral paused for a moment.
His lips moved as if he were about to say something, then closed again.
Then slowly, he reached out and gently stroked my head.
“Thank you, my dear.”
“Hehe.”
“You held back from eating something you wanted and brought it to me first.”
“Yes! Because the protagonist has to eat cake first!”
Diagon stared silently at the chocolate cake offered to him.
The thoughtfulness behind bringing this gift was so precious that he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
‘My heart feels heavy.’
Is there another child like this in the world?
How does she think of others so naturally?
I know how much she loves to eat.
She talked about chocolate cake dozens of times on the way from the room to here.
“Goodness! Such a warm heart. She’ll grow into someone great!”
“Indeed. She’s absolutely adorable!”
“How wonderful. Already looking after Father like this… You’re truly a filial daughter. A filial daughter!”
The people around us, who had been watching carefully, quickly began to flatter her.
Though it wasn’t entirely flattery—Superti’s actions were genuinely admirable.
“My daughter is indeed filial. Have I mentioned how remarkable Superti is?”
Diagon’s lips curved upward, delighted by the praise.
And just as he was about to launch into a doting father’s rambling—
“But we don’t have candles.”
“Candles?”
“You’re supposed to blow them out and make a wish.”
I was serious about this.
That’s exactly how we did it at Kindergarten.
We celebrated the birthdays of all the children born in the same month together, and we always made sure to stick plenty of candles in so everyone could blow them out at least once.
“Without candles, you can’t make a wish!”
What should we do?

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