The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 8

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“The disease is progressing rapidly. He spends more time lying down than sitting these days.”
“What a shame. He showed such promise. Did you find anything from your earlier inquiries?”
“My apologies. I’ve made contact with Laximon of Dawn and Ishel of Residual Light as well, but their subordinate noble houses report no knowledge of anyone else possessing the same Viju.”
Admiral Diagon Fasayen has two sons.
The eldest, Mikard, is thirteen years old.
The second, Elzen, is eleven.
Both have earned reputations as promising candidates for the next Admiral.
But Elzen fell suddenly ill one day.
There is only one path to recovery.
Find a companion who possesses the same Viju and receive a share of their life force.
“So be it. If that is his fate, then so it must be. In any case, today is the second lesson, is it not?”
Galiazard posed the question softly. Cedric adjusted his spectacles and answered immediately.
“If you’re referring to Miss Shu, then yes, sir.”
“Teach her about the Spirit Kings. There’s no evidence she’s formed a formal contract with one yet. We must guide her toward becoming a Spirit King’s contractor.”
“Yes. It would be a great blessing for the household. If it succeeds, that is.”
“Make it succeed. If we manage that, she’ll be extraordinarily useful. Even if she doesn’t become a resonator, she has value.”
Galiazard’s eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.
With his head bowed, Cedric hastily scribbled something onto the parchment he held.
「More, more, more tasks. How tedious…」
At that, Galiazard chuckled warmly.
“Don’t complain about it, boy.”
“…Yes, sir.”
“Tsk, both of you lack any manners. Honestly.”
“I am but a humble and inadequate person who can only sleep three hours a day, so I am terribly exhausted.”
The trust Cedric received was immense. Not that he particularly welcomed it.
But Cedric’s true ambition lay in his bed.
I want to sleep twelve hours!
Or rather, I don’t want to get up!
I don’t want to go to work!!
He submitted his resignation every single month, but Galiazard ignored it, so Cedric had become rather brazen in his behavior.
Galiazard was endlessly lenient with talented people, so he accepted such attitudes with a smile.
“Well then, shouldn’t we head to the lesson soon?”
“Sigh, yes.”
Of course, even as he said this, he didn’t forget to pile on more work.
It was the moment Cedric began moving with all the sluggishness of a drooping squid.
“…?”
When he opened the door, there stood a small child.
Looking up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
“Hello. Are you Master Cedric?”
Who?
Cedric, whose gaze had been as vacant as that of a dead fish as he looked down at the young lady, caught a whiff of something and sniffed.
It was unmistakably the scent of cookies.
“This is, um, Sammy cookies.”
“Pardon?”
“When you eat them, you get strong!”
“I… see?”
It was a statement devoid of any logic whatsoever, but regardless, this person was currently Fasayen’s rising star.
And backing her was Admiral His Excellency himself.
‘It wouldn’t hurt to accept them, would it?’
I was already receiving disapproving looks from Diagon over the incident where the youngest lady had gone berserk at the Educational Institution.
If I crossed Diagon any further, I could forget about a peaceful retirement.
‘A carefree and lazy life in bed’ might turn into ‘being beaten half to death and spending my days in a comatose state.’
Having completed his calculations, Cedric accepted the cookies with a rather unenthusiastic expression.
‘She’s probably just acting cute because she doesn’t know much yet.’
Soon enough, she would learn what it meant to be a Fasayen young lady.
And she would be corrupted by those wicked ones.
It was a prejudice, but Cedric’s prejudices were fortified by experience.
“You’re only giving cookies to the teacher?”
“No, I have some for Habdi too. I baked them myself yesterday.”
Watching the young lady pass by him and offer cookies to the Household Master, Cedric slowly came to a realization.
‘She’s not afraid… No, beyond that—she has no hesitation at all.’
How was that possible?
‘Even Cecilia, who is his own daughter, still trembles in his presence.’
Her name: Superti Fasayen.
Though she insists on being called Chuuu.
Commoner, orphan, public daycare background.
Future aspiration: chef.
According to the daycare teacher’s assessment, approximately four years old, though physical development—height and oral structure—appears delayed.
Estimated appearance: between two and a half to three years old. However, nothing is certain.
Unknown where she came from or who her biological parents are.
Unknown how or when she awakened. Already discovered in an awakened state.
Form of Viju: unknown.
Possibility of being Diagon’s biological daughter: 1%.
However, the age doesn’t match, so it’s unlikely.
Should a dangerous situation arise, or should she sense a threat, the Water Spirit King protects her. Whether such circumstances will occur again remains unknown.
Due to the daycare’s report of discovering an awakened individual, she was scheduled for branch family registration next year on paper, but by the Ancestor Whale’s guidance, she was registered into the Fasayen Main House instead.
As Cedric recalled the information about the new young lady, a spark of curiosity flickered within him.
“Oh, they’re bear-shaped, I see.”
“One bite, and they taste like killer whale!”
“Yes, do try it. Cedric will enjoy it too, I’m sure.”
Under the subtle pressure, Cedric reluctantly brought the cookie to his lips.
Sweetness bloomed across his tongue immediately.
The flavor was rather ordinary, nothing remarkable.
What could those tiny hands have possibly accomplished?
The Maid must have done most of it.
Cedric chewed and swallowed with indifference, then froze mid-bite.
“Hmm?”
I looked up anxiously at Teacher, who had made a sound of bewilderment.
Teacher still looked genuinely out of sorts today.
I really hoped this would lift his spirits!
“But why did you suddenly bake this?”
“Because Teacher looked tired, sir.”
“Ah, so you baked this because Cedric looked exhausted?”
“Yes!”
I nodded vigorously at Grandfather’s words.
[The Water Spirit King ‘■■■■’ observes: look how thoughtful my child is—I’m so proud to present you with this.]
“How admirable.”
The sensation of Grandfather’s large hand stroking my head felt wonderful, and I broke into a bright smile.
Hearing praise from all around makes me so happy!
“Young Miss.”
That was when it happened.
“How… how did you make this?”
Teacher Cedric, who had been trembling, approached me with a grave expression.
Watching him intently, I clapped my hands together with delight.
“Teacher’s eyes are sparkling now!”
The orca sugar had definitely infused its potent strength into the cookies.
* * *
“Oh my, Young Miss. Please, sit here.”
“Huh?!”
What, what’s happening?
Teacher is being so kind!
Moments later, I was holding Teacher Cedric’s hand as we made our way to the Classroom.
“Let me see. You must be warm, yes? Ah, there’s a fan here.”
“A fan…?”
Not knowing what it was, I tilted my head in confusion.
It was definitely something I’d never seen before.
‘But why does it feel familiar somehow?’
As I blinked in uncertainty, not knowing what to do, Teacher set the fan down beside me.
“Here—this stone, which resembles an opal, is a Spirit Stone imbued with an air spirit. And next to it, do you see that tiny pebble?”
“Yes!”
“This is a magic stone. It serves to fix magical formations in place. By combining spirit stones with magic in this way, we create convenient products—this is the field of spirit-magic engineering.”
The wind sent my pink hair fluttering about.
It wasn’t terribly hot, but it was refreshing enough that I quickly offered my thanks.
“Thank you so much!”
Then I glanced back and saw my classmates wearing bewildered expressions.
“Hey, have you ever seen Cedric act like that?”
“No…?”
“I’ve only ever seen him whining and begging Lewiwood to kick him out.”
“Isn’t this discrimination way too obvious?”
Whispers rippled through the room.
I could hear them saying unkind things about me.
That was when it happened.
[The Flame Spirit King ‘■■■■■’ warmly advises that those who cannot speak deserve no consideration.]
‘Right, that’s true.’
I’d prefer to get along with everyone, but I’m not even class representative anymore, so what does it matter.
When I entered the classroom, I remembered my name tag being torn, and it made me a little sad.
‘No, if I think about it, I’ll want to cry again.’
I’ll just move forward and forget about it.
Besides, those classmates aren’t in the classroom right now, so it’s fine.
From what I hear, the Spirit Kings must have scolded them too.
“Now then, today I shall introduce you to the Eight Spirit Kings that exist in this world.”
“Oh, we already know all about that!”
At the Teacher’s words, I straightened my posture. But complaints and jeers erupted from behind me.
I’d never seen anyone talk back to the Teacher like that before, so my eyes widened.
The Teacher’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“If you find my lessons unpleasant, you’re welcome to leave. I won’t stop you. In fact, I’ll inform the Household Master, so it would be best if you didn’t attend starting next time.”
“…!”
“You’re not leaving? Then we begin.”
The Teacher is scary…
The children fell silent all at once.
They breathed indignantly, but none dared speak.
In that moment, Teacher Cedric wrote something on the blackboard.

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