The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 67

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【067】
Tense eyes turned toward Diolrose.
I found myself swallowing hard as well.
“If it were a homunculus, the Fasayen Household Master would have seen through it immediately. You need to trust your Household Master more.”
Her lips curved upward in a thin smile, crescent-shaped and enigmatic.
“Shh. That’s all I can tell you. I need to leave now.”
“So it is fake. If it’s not a homunculus, then what is it? What are you all really plotting?”
Mikard raised his voice in frustration.
But Diolrose offered no further information, dissolving into the shadows instead.
Without a trace, as if she had never come at all.
“That leaves us with one option. We find out ourselves.”
“Should we form something like a detective group?”
At Naiad’s suggestion, Iliad clenched his fists.
Elzen looked around at everyone before speaking with measured calm.
“We need to be careful. Don’t forget there are people within the Household we can’t trust.”
“Got it!”
“Gather information carefully and bring it to me. I’ll handle the analysis. Don’t make independent judgments.”
Wow, Elzen. That’s so cool…
He’s giving orders so smoothly, as if he’s always been prepared for situations like this.
What surprised me was that none of my older brothers objected.
“You’re the smartest, so of course that’s how it should be.”
“Yeah. Understood!”
Mikard and Iliad agreed loudly, and Naiad nodded in agreement.
I nodded along with them.
“Chirp!”
Podong understood too.
“We were supposed to have a birthday party here originally.”
And now it’s become a place for plotting!
But why did it feel so thrilling?
“First, there are two things we need to do.”
Elzen picked up a long twig and began writing letters in the dirt.
“First, investigate the shadow worms that Aunt Cecilia consumed and tail whoever fed them to her.”
“We’re going to tail someone?!”
I nearly shrieked in alarm before covering my mouth with both hands and whispering instead.
“We have to. Because someone must have fed her those shadow worms.”
“Right.”
“But if we tell the adults now while everything’s in chaos, the plan will definitely leak. He’ll cut his losses and run. To find out who this water snake is that’s coiled up in our Household, we should handle it ourselves.”
I thought we could just tell the Admiral about it.
I was blinking uncertainly, wondering if we could really do this ourselves, when Elzen continued speaking.
“First, I need to explain what shadow worms are.”
“Mm.”
Elzen drew something plump and maggot-like at the end of a twig.
“This is a shadow worm. Once it enters the body, it controls the host. Awakeners rarely fall victim to it. I’ve never even heard of it being used on an Awakener.”
“….”
“So they must have let their guard down. Aunt Cecilia probably never imagined someone would feed her a shadow worm.”
So Aunt Cecilia is being controlled right now.
How can we get rid of the worm?
“The culprit is probably very close. Whoever it is, Aunt Cecilia isn’t someone to be trifled with, right? But if they managed to get her to consume the worm….”
“Then?”
“The suspects narrow down to two. Lewiwood, or Bernstein Craiton.”
Just from our conversation, we’ve already narrowed down the suspects?
My mouth fell open, and I added another block to my admiration for Elzen.
Now I understand why the older brothers trust Elzen’s judgment so much!
‘Come to think of it, Elzen said he received a mission before he got sick.’
When I turn ten and get Viju, will I be able to do something like that?
‘Honestly, that seems impossible.’
I stared intently at the letters written on the ground.
Under ‘Lewiwood’ were Mikard and Naiad.
Under ‘Bernstein’ were Elzen and Iliad.
“What about me?”
“Well, the youngest….”
“Me too! I found it first. I can find things well too.”
My argument was sound.
But the older brothers exchanged glances, and it seemed they had no intention of giving me any task.
“I discovered it first. So it’s my achievement.”
“That’s true.”
“I have rights… rights? too.”
Is this the right way to say it? I followed what I saw in books.
Anyway, when I huffed and tapped the ground, the older brothers sighed.
“Yeah, that’s not wrong.”
Elzen, who had been deliberating, looked at me and gave me serious instructions.
“Aunt Cecilia doesn’t seem likely to do anything rash right now, so let’s have the youngest hover around her. You don’t need to do much—just follow her around when you see her.”
“Okay!”
“But no matter what happens, never try to solve it yourself. You must report to someone here or Father. Can you promise that?”
“Of course!”
I had my first mission!
I wouldn’t be doing it alone—Podong and I would follow Aunt Cecilia around together.
“Now for the second task. Joy will handle close surveillance of that child who claims to be Luarel. He’s already out conducting covert surveillance on Luarel.”
No wonder Joy wasn’t around.
“In the meantime, we’ll conduct additional investigations separately.”
“Specifically?”
“Whether that Luarel is real or fake—leave that to the adults. What we need to do in the meantime is….”
What we need to do?
“Why the Belarion Household Master threw that Luarel here.”
Ripples spread outward from the tip of the twig.
“Toss a pebble and you get small ripples. Throw a rock and the water churns and swells.”
The circular ripples grew larger and larger.
“Why does Belarion control Aunt Cecilia? Why did he throw Luarel here? What exactly is he plotting?”
There’s so much to think about!
I clutched my small head in my hands. Everything had suddenly become so complicated.
“Let’s center our investigation around that.”
It seems everyone but me understands it all.
But that’s fine—I have the Spirit Kings with me.
I’m not doing this alone.
“Then… the Children’s Detective Group is formed!”
We whispered it quietly to one another, our small hands clasped together so no one else would hear.
Now it was time for children to go to bed.
* * *
Two days had passed since ‘Luarel’ returned to Fasayen.
In that time, Diagon had looked into various matters, but he still hadn’t found any definitive answers.
And for good reason—to trace ‘Luarel’s’ past, he would need to send people all the way to West Grifful.
Even with the fastest speedboat, crossing the sea took time.
‘It will take at least a month just for them to make the round trip.’
And that was being optimistic.
Grifful had once been a single kingdom. But a revolution had erupted years ago, toppling the monarchy and splitting the nation in two.
East Grifful was controlled by the remnants of the Royal Family’s forces, while West Grifful was… governed by the Revolutionary Army.
With such strict security, gathering information would be far from easy.
Perhaps that was precisely why they had deliberately specified West Grifful.
What grated on him was that, as the Fasayen Household, he had no choice but to verify it.
“Ah, Father. I’ve n-never eaten something like this before.”
This was maddening.
Diagon glanced at Luarel sitting beside him and quietly switched her fork.
The family meal had only just begun. They were supposed to be eating appetizers, yet Luarel was holding a large steak fork.
‘My heart should be aching.’
In truth, did it matter which utensil one used, as long as one ate?
‘But Superti made no such mistake.’
While basic dining etiquette was taught at kindergarten, Superti’s own genuine passion for eating was the greater factor.
She was not merely a glutton, but a true gourmand.
That was why Superti took great pride in eating properly.
Even as a baby, she displayed whatever table manners she was capable of.
“….”
“Shu, is that all you’re going to eat?”
In the midst of their meal, Diagon noticed Superti’s condition and immediately grew concerned.
Today’s appetizer was a salad topped with squid sashimi.
Ordinarily, she would have consumed far more squid, but now Superti’s plate held scarcely three pieces.
And even those she was merely nibbling at—as her father, I could not help but worry.
“Does the food not suit your palate?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s delicious.”
“Then your stomach isn’t troubled, nor are you unwell? How can you eat so little?”
I longed to have her sit upon my lap, cut the food into small pieces, and feed it to her myself.
Had this meal not been both private and simultaneously an official ‘family gathering,’ I would have done precisely that.
It was then.
Clang—!

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