The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 69

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【069】
“Quite right. I have no desire to harbor such danger within my household. What of you?”
In truth, Galiazard was so thoroughly satisfied with Superti that Luarel’s presence or absence mattered little to him.
Whether she was genuine or counterfeit was of no consequence.
Therefore, Galiazard harbored not the slightest hesitation.
Should she prove authentic, he would raise her beyond the household’s walls; should she be false, he would extract every last bone and dispose of her accordingly.
“Time will tell. What is the rush?”
“…Yes.”
“Do not lose your composure. We exist in our place like the sea itself. What is the work of a fisherman who casts his nets wide?”
“To savor the sea and take leisurely naps in idleness.”
This exchange was fundamental knowledge that every member of Fasayen learned.
Fasayen is the sea.
The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
We live as such.
“We are fishermen and sailors, men of the sea, destined to return as whales in death.”
Galiazard reaffirmed the fundamentals, calming his son.
“Wait. Until they are caught.”
Diagon, who had kept his mouth sealed in anguish, slowly opened his eyes.
His deep crimson irises lay cold and sunken, like a ship that had struck a reef.
“It is a somewhat crude method, but there exists a most certain way to confirm whether that child is truly Luarel. You already know it, I suspect.”
His voice was chillingly dry.
All emotion had been stripped away, leaving only reason in its wake.
He had grown softer only since Superti became his daughter, playing the role of a tender father, but what lay rooted in his core was precisely this frigid clarity.
“Simply place her in the sea.”
“Tsk.”
“If that child is truly Luarel, she would naturally be able to breathe in the sea.”
At this, Galiazard clicked his tongue softly.
“You were so protective of Superti, fretting lest something go wrong. Would you be content if Luarel drowned in the sea?”
“If she is genuine, she cannot drown. You know this.”
“Yes, that is true.”
To speak honestly, Galiazard had harbored this very thought from the beginning.
Simply bring her and cast her into the sea—if she cannot breathe and dies, she is false; if she lives, she is a direct granddaughter.
It would suffice, yet he had not voiced it, not for some sentimental reason, but for a different calculation entirely.
Simply put, it would be wasteful to deploy such a card prematurely.
“My son.”
“Yes.”
“Parents possess an instinct. No matter how young one was lost, the heart recognizes its own child first. Therefore, I believe that Luarel, whether human, homunculus, or anything else, is a lie. Your reaction proves it.”
How could a parent fail to recognize their own child?
No matter how much time passes, when one reunites with a lost family member, the heart beats first.
Tears surged forth with a powerful rush of blood, my heart racing wildly, my breathing growing ragged.
Wasn’t that emotion itself?
Galiazard simply failed to comprehend it, but he did not deny the very existence of the emotional realm.
After all, not everything in this world operates according to pure logic.
Therefore, the fact that I found myself calculating so meticulously regarding Luarel was, in Galiazard’s judgment, proof that the child was a counterfeit.
“I have no curiosity about what those who orchestrated this scheme desire. They all share the same target—Fasayen—regardless.”
“….”
“But doesn’t it rankle you?”
Galiazard tapped the Table irritably, his fingers drumming against its surface.
A faint anger emanated from those thick, sturdy fingers.
When Luarel vanished, I had always anticipated that someday, someone would appear impersonating her—but for the Bellarion Household Master to orchestrate this?
Then this was also a matter of pride between Households.
“Tsk. While we’re at it, I should reorganize the internal structure of this Household. For now, treat that one as Luarel. Give her preferential treatment over the other children, and grant her whatever she desires.”
“Father.”
“What a person desires reveals who they truly are.”
He would not entertain further objections.
Faced with such resolute finality, Diagon ultimately abandoned any attempt to argue further.
To obey the Household Master’s decision was the duty of a Household member.
Even by his own assessment, this decision was sound.
The “Luarel” presented before everyone was an exceedingly timid child. She appeared bewildered by her sudden new family, uncertain how to conduct herself—but….
Yet was that truly genuine?
To discern the truth, the method was to grant her everything she wished for.
“Empower Luarel directly yourself. Let us see which fools attach themselves to her.”
“Yes.”
I’ll postpone testing whether she can breathe underwater for now. When the time comes, I’ll signal you—until then, do not act rashly on your own.”
Diagon nodded, and Galiazard shuffled through the documents.
It was a silent indication for him to leave now.
Presently, as Galiazard’s son grasped the door handle, he added one final remark to his back.
“Oh, and the Ancient Language Teacher and the Spirit Studies Teacher arrive tomorrow, I hear. Keep that in mind.”
Diagon merely gave a slight nod, offering a wordless bow before departing.
“Well, that one will do for now.”
Alone once more, Galiazard began rapidly stamping documents as he reviewed them.
After processing the matters requiring his approval, there were others he needed to meet.
“One, to think I’d be this busy at my age.”
As I was grumbling—
Knock, knock.
A light knock sounded, delicate as a bird skimming across the Waterside.
“Enter.”
“Father, did you call for me?”
“Yes. Where is Lewiwood?”
“They came together.”
Standing before the gently opening door was Violet, her hair elegantly pinned up.
Behind her came Lewiwood, his white shirt fastened neatly to the collar, dressed impeccably in a vest and jacket.
Galiazard, extracting the final document, spoke without even glancing at the two of them.
“I have deliberately discriminated against one child my entire life. Lewiwood, do you know why I have done such a thing?”
“To create an opening, sir.”
Whether becoming a Household Master required the talent for asking sudden questions, or whether such people naturally became Household Masters, I could not say.
Yet Lewiwood answered without hesitation.
“Would you elaborate?”
“By deliberately exposing a child who receives no love, you create a weakness and draw the enemy’s attacks toward that point. This is a net cast by the Fasayen Household Master—your grandfather.”
“Correct.”
At last, having confirmed everything he needed to see, Galiazard handed the stack of completed documents to Violet.
Lewiwood simply waited in a posture of perfect courtesy.
“Then, Lewiwood, what must you do now?”
“I must observe Mother and Father in greater detail.”
“Good that you understand clearly. You may go.”
The meaning of this conversation—which an ordinary person would scarcely comprehend—was this:
Galiazard had deliberately discriminated against Cecilia Fasayen alone.
So openly that other families had taken notice.
So that Cecilia would inevitably harbor deep resentment and attempt to overturn the household from within.
He had intentionally created a “gap” through which enemies could reach.
All three present understood this truth.
This was why Cecilia had spent her entire life yearning for love she never received.
The role within the household that Galiazard, as Household Master, had secretly assigned to his own daughter without even her knowledge.
Now Galiazard had made his judgment.
If Bellarian of the Lunar Eclipse had sent Luarel, then surely he had also reached toward Cecilia.
Thus, it fell naturally to Lewiwood to watch them and discern their movements.
“Mother, are you well?”
“Ah, my son!”
Curtains drawn in double layers, letting in not a single ray of light.
Within lay a bedroom in complete disarray.
Lewiwood stepped over a shattered vase rolling across the floor and approached his mother.
Cecilia, thoroughly intoxicated, let out a bestial cry upon seeing Lewiwood and gripped his arm with all her strength.
“You won’t abandon me, will you? You won’t, my son?”
“You must be deeply distressed about going to the battlefield.”
“Violet, leaving me behind! That wretched girl… I’m so afraid she’ll ruin you. So afraid…”
Cecilia, who had been screaming wildly, collapsed. She had fallen asleep.
‘There’s no need to act the dutiful son.’
Lewiwood lifted his mother and laid her upon the bed.
Then, straightening his posture, he surveyed the excessively dark room in a slow circle.
Now it was time to search through everything.

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