The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 68

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【068】
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This is the second family meal since Luarel Sister returned home.
Normally, I would be overjoyed at the thought of the food to come, but today I could not find such happiness.
‘The gift—I never did give it.’
I had even gone to the Admiral’s Bedroom, only to find he wasn’t home at all.
‘Quest failed!’
I was so anxious about what punishment awaited me that I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything.
On top of that, I’d had nightmares last night.
Lina quickly soothed my groaning self and gave me warm cocoa, but I had no appetite and drank only one cup.
Normally I would drink three!
My melancholy persisted until this morning.
Even with my favorite apple hairstyle, my mood wouldn’t lift, so I sat in my chair with a slight pout.
Still, seeing my beloved crab-shaped bowl did make my heart feel a little better.
Though my protruding lips showed no sign of returning to normal.
As I nibbled, the appetizer course was cleared and the next dish arrived, then another.
“Oh!”
Just then, Luarel Sister, fumbling with her fork, struck the tableware with her elbow. The fork slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.
Clink, clink, clink.
As the fork stopped its noisy rolling, silence fell over the dining table.
“Um, oh dear. Shu, could you… could you pick it up for me?”
In that instant, the already quiet dining table became completely silent.
‘She’s asking me to pick it up?’
Why?
The first thing I felt was a displeasure so acute it startled even me.
Because it made no sense.
“You should pick up your own things yourself…”
The words burst forth from my dissatisfied lips before I could stop them.
“And I’m not Shu. I never gave permission for such a nickname.”
This, above all else, I had to say clearly.
Shu?!
Shu?!
I hate that nickname.
Why does she call me whatever she pleases?
It’s my precious name!
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ has collapsed, unable to bear the rising blood pressure.]
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ advises you not to move a muscle.]
[The Luck Spirit King ‘■■■■■■’ suggests you glance slightly at the Maid.]
I wondered if the Water Spirit King was alright.
Slightly concerned, I turned to look behind me as the Luck Spirit King had instructed.
One of the Maids quickly rushed over and picked up the fork. Another Sister brought a new one.
“Here you are.”
“Ah….”
Luarel’s Sister hesitated, her ears flushed crimson as she accepted the fork.
“Th-thank you….”
In truth, those Sisters who attended to our meals were all close to me.
The Sister who picked up the fork was named Marin.
The short-haired Sister who brought the new fork was named Daisy.
Daisy in particular wore spectacles, and I had grown quite fond of her after pestering her with endless questions about them.
‘Hmph.’
For some reason, I found myself humming.
Still, with so much delicious food before me, I should focus on my meal now.
Moments later, the steak arrived.
Luarel’s Sister wielded her knife with a sound that made my skin crawl, yet the meat still resisted her efforts, and she seemed to be struggling.
It was then that Household Master Grandfather, who had been observing Luarel’s Sister intently, spoke.
“You must learn proper dining etiquette first.”
“Y-yes!”
“I shall assign you a private tutor starting today. Apply yourself to your studies.”
But here’s the thing—why wasn’t Luarel’s Sister responding to the Household Master’s words?
With knife and fork clutched in both hands, Luarel’s Sister hung her head low, and soon her sobs began to escape.
“Sob… sniff… I-I’m sorry. Grandfather, Father.”
“…!”
“I’m… I’m lacking. Sob….”
Tears fell like drops of bird droppings.
My Sister, who had been crying as though hoping someone would come and embrace her, slowly lifted her head.
Yet no one at this table rose to approach her side.
“Cease your tears. This is a meal shared with the Household Master.”
When the Admiral spoke sternly, Luarel’s Sister turned pale with fright and nodded her head rapidly.
“I thought… since Superti and I both lived as commoners like you… it would be fine….”
Why did she have to drag me into this?
My chest tightened, and I set down my fork, ceasing my meal.
A growing desire to hear what she had to say took root within me.
“I… I want to apologize if I’ve done something wrong.”
Really?
[Air Spirit King ‘Shapasi’ giggles.]
[You must accept the apology.]
‘…Very well.’
If Shapasi says so, then so be it.
Besides, all the adults are sitting quietly anyway.
“I-I’m sorry, little one. Did… did I hurt your feelings…?”
Did you notice how the word ‘sister’ just now was oddly unclear in pronunciation?
Without any stuttering either.
As I squinted my eyes, my gaze locked directly with Angela’s across the table.
‘Angela, your expression is strange….’
Half of her was smiling with a twitch, but the other half looked absolutely displeased.
As I pondered this, I quickly raised my hand.
“What is it, Superti?”
“There’s something I’d like to say.”
“Very well, speak.”
The master of this dining table was Household Master Grandfather.
With his permission, I could say anything I wished.
“I think Angela should teach Luarel proper etiquette.”
“What?! Why me? I refuse!”
The moment the words left my lips, Angela vehemently rejected the idea and slammed the table.
At that, Sister Luarel flinched noticeably.
“Because Angela attends social gatherings…? And she’s elegant, and she teaches well.”
Honestly, this was all a lie!
But somehow, I had a feeling it would be entertaining to put those two together.
“Ho, indeed. That’s right. Since they’re of similar age, that’s a splendid idea.”
“Grandfather…!”
“I’ll assign a separate tutor, but you shall also take her with you and instruct her, Angela. You must contribute to the household in some way.”
“…Very well, understood.”
Angela bit her lower lip firmly and bowed her head without strength.
Seeing how much she disliked it, I felt a little sorry—or rather, not sorry at all.
‘After what she did to me before. And every time we meet, she glares at me!’
Well, Angela wasn’t so bad, really.
But why did I dislike Sister Luarel so much?
‘Sigh.’
It had been quite an uncomfortable meal.
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After the family dinner, in the Household Master’s Office.
An elderly man of enormous build sat in a chair backlit by the window.
Standing beside him was Diagon, and his expression was decidedly grim.
“Father, what do you think of me going to West Grifful myself to investigate?”
“Don’t speak such nonsense.”
The silence broke.
Though Galiazard had uttered only one sentence, he cut the matter short decisively.
“Your leaving Fasayen. That’s exactly what they want.”
In truth, I knew this. Even knowing it, I voiced the thought anyway—perhaps to shield Superti from any potential hurt.
If Luarel proved to be genuine, I would treat her as a daughter and seek a path to live together in harmony.
Otherwise, I would have to cast her out immediately.
This inability to act in either direction deeply displeased me.
What if ‘Luarel’ were genuine, yet had been taken by Belarion as a child and raised as a spy?
What if that were why I had never found her until now….
‘There are far too many possibilities.’
The Bellarion Assassination Unit had earned its sinister reputation even in foreign lands.
They took children and trained them as assassins, and the darkest whispers spoke of how the most exceptional among them were granted the Belarion name and accepted as offspring.
“If Luarel were truly my daughter, yet had been raised in Belarion’s grasp all this time….”
“We have always prioritized Fasayen. That is your duty as Admiral.”
Galiazard’s crimson eyes grew sharp and cold.
His resolve was absolute: if I were to accept Luarel as my daughter merely because she was genuine, despite being brainwashed by Belarion, then I should relinquish my position as Admiral and forsake the Household.
This was Galiazard’s judgment—a man who viewed all save his Companion as mere instruments.
It was the optimal, rational, and logical decision to preserve the Household of Fasayen.
“What is the easiest path to victory when a Territory War erupts?”
“…An internal spy opening the gates. In the moment when all are caught off guard.”

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