The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 74

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【074】
I was utterly ignorant when it came to magic.
Then there was no choice but to summon someone who knew well.
I truly didn’t want to, and I genuinely despised the idea… but it was certain that Laximon harbored some interest and affection toward Superti.
The Bank incident alone proved it.
That man, buried at the edge of the Empire, had extended a helping hand to the Fasayen Branch because of Superti.
Though I couldn’t know the full details, the circumstances made it clear that his daughter was involved.
When Violet told me about it, I found myself making the sign of the cross to a god I’d never truly believed in.
I prayed that he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Superti, who was precious as gold.
My daughter would, much later, in a distant future, after a very long time had passed, meet an appropriate Companion and find happiness.
She had no need for the interest of someone who wasn’t even a Companion.
…Just hours ago, I was certain of that.
‘I never imagined I’d need that fool right now.’
Could all of this be some scheme of that young, reckless fool?
Honestly, it was highly suspicious, but I had no evidence.
He wasn’t light-headed or thoughtless enough to turn a person into a dolphin.
In any case, Rasifer Laximon was the acting Household Master of a great family.
“Since Fasayen knows nothing of curses or magic… there’s no choice. I’m summoning him because there’s no other way.”
As I repeated this to myself, Mikard tossed a sardine, and Superti, transformed into a dolphin, leaped and caught it with remarkable agility.
Iliad watched the scene and clapped with his mouth hanging open, while Elzen, who arrived late, quickly changed into a light shirt and waded into the water with her.
After eating her fill, Superti flipped onto her back, exposing her belly, and mimicked clapping by pressing her fins together.
As a father, it was maddening.
* * *
Laksimon of Dawn.
A family renowned as a traditional magical powerhouse, wielding influence across the entire world.
They had developed magical engineering and were conducting massive enterprises, cultivating mages within the family itself for that purpose.
Mages trained under Laximon were called “Mages of the East,” and among them, those bearing the Laximon surname were called “Mages of Dawn.”
The ancient grimoires owned by Laximon could only be studied by Mages of Dawn, yet despite this, magical practitioners awakened in Barateom flocked eastward for the sole reason that they could learn magic derived from those texts.
“Gasp!”
And so, having been lured in and becoming a 9th-rank mage under Laximon’s employ—not a slave, mind you—Ainan was startled by the message that had just arrived and dropped the communication device he was holding.
“What?”
“What is it?”
The equally exhausted mages slowly turned their heads to look at Ainan.
At that, Ainan picked up the communication device again with an awkward laugh.
“No, the name that just came through was so important that… I must have misread it. Ha ha!”
“Huh? Important? What, did a message from the Imperial Family come in?”
“No, not exactly, but it’s not entirely not that either….”
Ryunon, the massive enterprise owned by Laximon, had its departments divided as clearly as those of the Imperial Palace’s Interior Ministry.
The department Ainan belonged to was the Communications Division, which received, classified, and reported all contacts coming from around the world.
Officially known as the 【Customer Relations Department】.
In a space bearing such a nameplate, receiving commission requests all day long—the staff harbored but a single wish.
Please, please, please.
Divine powers, let no urgent matters reach me!
I’m exhausted enough without entangling myself in work that would drain me further!
Which is why Ainan dropping the communication device was, I confess, half intentional.
‘Ha, my eyes must be tired—I must have misread it.’
Surely the Fasayen Family wouldn’t contact us?
That vast territory has only a single Ryunon branch precisely because the region is so indifferent to magic!
Yet in the next moment.
Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!
Every communication device in the office erupted simultaneously.
Frantically, at that.
“Wh-what is this…!”
“Gasp!”
“A mass broadcast!”
Every Ryunon branch across the world possesses a communication device capable of connecting to headquarters.
However, each call costs 10 gold—the fee for submitting a commission is extraordinarily expensive.
Yet to activate all the communication devices of every staff member like this, in such chaos?
A mass broadcast alone would cost a minimum of 1,000 gold…!
“We just received a mass broadcast!”
Bang!
The door burst open, and the department head—Dillen, a sixth-rank Mage—rushed in with gleaming eyes.
Leaving the cowering staff behind, the department head activated the enormous communication device at the center and stood with a tense expression.
“Greetings, valued customer. This is Ryunon Communication’s First Department, devoted to customer satisfaction. What matter prompted this mass broadcast?”
The massive communication device displayed the figure of whoever had initiated the call—the only bidirectional communication device in existence.
And the man who appeared there emanated such overwhelming pressure that even from a distance, it was suffocating.
─ Bring Rasifer Laximon to me.
“My apologies, valued customer. Should you wish to summon the Household Master’s Deputy, a prepayment of 3 billion gold per call is required.”
─ Do I look like I lack such paltry funds?
At the coldly tempered tone, everyone flinched simultaneously.
Condensed anger is far more terrifying than an outburst.
“Ah, no, of course not. I merely explained our protocol as required by procedure.”
─ Tell my daughter immediately that I need her.
“Yes, understood!”
Click.
At the low command, the department head bolted back out the way he came.
Fasayen of the Horizon.
The Admiral of Fasayen himself had made contact, seeking the Household Master’s Deputy of Laximon.
Clearly, something momentous had transpired.
* * *
The children were sent away, leaving only the adults gathered together.
The night had grown deep, yet Diagon remained motionless in his seat, troubled by the sight of Superti sleeping in the tank with one eye closed.
Violet arrived after hearing the news and finishing her duties, while Nein also rushed over in great shock.
Cecilia was nowhere to be seen, but such a matter hardly seemed important, so no one bothered to concern themselves with her.
“While this unfortunate situation has led us to seek aid from Laximon, it cannot be called entirely calamitous.”
At Violet’s measured words, Diagon felt a wave of vertigo.
This was an extraordinarily terrible situation.
How could a perfectly healthy child becoming a dolphin be anything but catastrophic?
Yet he knew that voicing such objections would be lost on Violet.
She resembled the Household Master and Galiazard far too closely.
“Is there business to conduct with Laximon?” Diagon asked slowly.
At his question, Violet offered a subtle smile.
“There is. Luarel.”
Ah.
In that instant, Diagon felt as though struck by a hammer blow.
Because… because.
Since Superti’s transformation, he had not spared a single thought for Luarel.
He had forgotten her existence entirely.
“It is regrettable to depend upon another household’s acting Household Master for internal family matters, yet we might at least obtain expert counsel, might we not?”
Laximon and Fasayen truly had no points of intersection.
To be precise, Laximon maintained no bonds with any household whatsoever.
As the sovereign of the Mage Order, he harbored little interest in the power struggles and politics among nobility, maintaining an air of noble solitude.
Therefore, Laximon’s counsel carried credibility.
Violet’s judgment was sound.
Setting aside whether he would accept the commission.
“Unfortunately, I can only accept one commission from you.”
It was then.
A golden veil shimmered overhead, and a youthful voice echoed from empty air.
Simultaneously, thousands of paper cranes materialized from nowhere, taking flight in a swirling vortex.
Though lacking any hostile intent, such ostentatious display hardly pleased him.
“My body is bound by ‘restrictions’ these days.”
That arrogant tone as well.
“Even the Archmage faces constraints?”
“With great power comes natural limitations. Besides, I may have provoked someone I shouldn’t have.”

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