The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 70

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【070】
“Everyone, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Tillia Lux.”
After the meal concluded, I followed Lina’s guidance into a certain room.
It was more austere than the space where I attended lessons with Cedric, arranged almost like a lecture hall.
Desks and chairs were arranged in a semicircle, with the teacher standing in the center.
“I am a scholar affiliated with the Sage’s Tower, located in Nixor, the capital of the neutral nation Mondal. I have devoted my entire life to the study of ancient languages.”
The teacher, whose pale jade-green hair was gathered in an unusual style that seemed almost translucent, looked every bit the scholar.
She wore flowing robes that resembled exactly the scholar’s garments I had seen in fairy tale books.
A thin golden chain belt encircled her waist, adorned with medals, brooches, and keys—objects that clearly held some significance.
‘How fascinating. The Sage’s Tower!’
But this was not the moment to ask such questions.
“Does anyone know what Tillia means in the ancient language?”
“….”
“No one? Tillia means the Bodhi tree.”
“Oh, how fitting!”
The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.
The teacher turned to me with eyes the same pale jade-green as her hair and smiled softly.
“Ancient language studies are tedious. It is a subject with many who abandon it midway. Of course, since I have been invited here, I shall teach diligently, but I have no intention of ‘taking along’ students who do not exert themselves.”
There were twenty-five children seated in this lecture hall.
It was a class open to all, regardless of whether they were from the direct line or branch family, awakened or unawakened.
Except for Elzen, none of my other older brothers were anywhere to be seen.
But Angela and Sister Luarel were present.
‘Hmm, is Sister Luarel attending lessons with us from today as well?’
I tilted my head briefly, but quickly understood.
Come to think of it, the same applied to me.
But I had been told to attend immediately because I was awakened.
“Now then, I shall begin writing on the board. Please take the pens placed at your desks and copy what I write onto your paper.”
“Yes!”
“The ancient alphabet consists of seventy-nine characters, far more than the script we use today.”
My head was already spinning!
‘Still, I must do my best.’
Cedric’s economics lessons were difficult too, but the Spirit Kings helped me with various things, and I eventually understood.
I can do well this time too.
“Have you all finished writing?”
“Yes!”
“Then cover that paper now. You won’t remember it all anyway.”
“…?”
This is rather unconventional…?
I, who had been tensely trying to memorize everything, felt my determination deflate.
The other children seemed similarly bewildered, but Tillia Teacher surveyed us all and then smiled knowingly.
“Well then, shall we do something that won’t bore us?”
“Something that won’t bore us…?”
“Magic.”
My eyes widened in astonishment.
In that moment, Tillia Teacher extended both hands and rapidly murmured something in the ancient tongue.
Whoosh!
Then suddenly light burst from her palms, and a small tree sprouted into existence!
The bodhi tree stretched out its branches and soon bore crimson fruit.
“This is magic. We summon mana through the ancient tongue, arrange it, calculate the formula, and manifest the phenomenon.”
“Wow, wow, wooooow!”
“Next—”
The boys who had been half-asleep cried out. I could feel everyone’s attention sharpening.
Crackle!
This time, the fruit hanging from the tree transformed into a ball of flame.
I couldn’t fathom how she’d done it, so I could only gape and stare blankly.
“Transmuting form into something else—this too is magic. The higher the class of magic, the more complex the mana arrangement and formula calculations become. Naturally, only those with proper foundational mastery of the ancient tongue can step into that realm.”
I see!
The ancient tongue is used in far more places than I’d realized.
Even the Spirit King’s name is in the ancient tongue.
“Magic can be wielded even by the unawakened. Though they cannot reach the highest classes, they need not be barred from becoming mages.”
At the teacher’s words, I noticed Angela sitting across the room straighten her posture.
Angela must want to become a mage. Her eyes were sparkling.
But that light dimmed quickly at what the teacher said next.
“However, there is an uncomfortable truth that few speak of. Magic is far more influenced by innate talent than effort, and it is a field overflowing with geniuses and prodigies.”
“….”
“In short, those ‘loved by mana’ are geniuses, and those ‘skilled at wielding mana’ are prodigies. But… unfortunately, we here are neither.”
Angela’s complexion turned ashen. She looked deeply disappointed.
In contrast, Luarel seemed oddly composed.
‘The corners of her mouth seemed to curve up slightly.’
It was such a fleeting expression that it seemed only I had witnessed it.
“So what should we ordinary people do? Not born into a Mage Family, not chosen by mana. There are so many with exceptional talent, and what I possess seems so insignificant.”
Tillia Teacher’s voice was gentle and soothing, each word settling perfectly in my ears.
“That is why we study the ancient tongue.”
“…!”
“The ancient tongue is something achievable through effort. All you need is sincerity and consistency. Even ordinary people can become mages if they master the ancient tongue skillfully.”
Angela really does wear every emotion on her face.
Angela’s eyes reignited with hope.
“Are only mages who leave their mark on history worthy mages? Are those who become mages through earnest effort worthless mages?”
“No!”
As Angela sprang up with her answer, the teacher smiled faintly.
“That’s right. Isn’t someone who earned that name through steady, daily effort far more remarkable than someone who became a great mage through talent alone?”
“Exactly!”
Angela clenched her fists tightly, trembling with enthusiasm.
She looked eager to offer her support.
“Once you master ancient languages, many paths open before you. You could become a scholar like me, or a mage who manages magical circles and scrolls. You could even enter the Magic Tower and conduct research to develop your own unique magic.”
“Yes!”
“By mastering ancient languages, the unawakened gain the opportunity to discover new possibilities, while the awakened gain the chance to glimpse the deeper, broader layers of the world.”
Tillia Teacher never pushed us with harsh demands like “just study!”
Instead, she calmly persuaded us—explaining why we should learn and what benefits awaited us.
As a result, not a single student in the classroom was dozing or slouching anymore.
“I’m assigning you homework. Learn as many ancient language alphabets as you can manage on your own.”
Tillia Teacher pointed to the blackboard.
“Even learning just one or two is fine. By next class, you’ll have learned three or four. What I want to see from you is this kind of gradual effort.”
“….”
“It’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to struggle. If you invest time sincerely, anyone can make progress. The only thing I dislike is a lack of sincerity.”
I have to admit, I’m genuinely moved.
After seeing Cedric every time—always reluctant to teach—Tillia Teacher actually feels like a real teacher.
“I’ll be here for about three years. By the time those three years end, I hope you’ll all be able to cast small spells.”
With that, the class ended.
My next destination was Spirit Studies Class.
“Um, Older Brother.”
That was when it happened.
“I, I don’t really know the way yet… c-could you show me the way…?”
I heard Luarel approaching Elzen, who was waiting for me by the classroom door, and saying this.
My eyebrows shot up.
‘No way!’
Elzen promised to go to Spirit Studies Class with me!
“Ah, it’s understandable not to know the way.”
“We haven’t talked much either. So….”
But Elzen and Luarel… though I hated to admit it, they looked perfect together.
They both had the same pink hair and magenta eyes. Anyone would think they were siblings.
‘Surely he’s not going with Luarel and leaving me behind…?’
The moment that thought crossed my mind—
Elzen gently opened his mouth.

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