The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 81

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【081】
The fever spreads through my body, suffocating me until I can barely breathe.
Luarel, clutching at her chest and gasping for air, finally seized a pillow and began pounding it against the wall in frantic bursts.
‘You said you’d tell me everything! That you’d make me your daughter!’
But!
But why!
‘How could you leave out something so crucial?’
Thud!
“Ah!”
Luarel, her face twisted into an ugly grimace as she thrashed silently, finally stopped when her knuckles slammed against the wall.
“…Hah.”
Luarel stared down at her hand and let out a hollow laugh.
The force of the blow had mangled her knuckles.
The skin, now sunken and crisscrossed with fine fractures, was nauseating to look at.
‘Think this through carefully. Elzen and Cedric are on her side. No matter how pitifully I acted, their eyes remained cold.’
As she gently touched the injured area, bits of skin flaked away with a soft sound.
She brushed the debris from the bedding and bit her lip hard.
‘Trying to win them over is pointless. I should target Mikard instead.’
He seemed simpler and more foolish than Elzen—there was still a chance with him.
A chance to establish herself as his ‘sister’.
‘And I need to build my own faction.’
I need people who will stand up for me when trouble comes.
‘But why did things turn out like this? This wasn’t the original plan at all.’
I couldn’t understand why I was being treated so poorly.
A child everyone thought was dead returns, and instead of welcoming her, they torment her from all sides!
And her father—he’s nowhere to be found.
Even when we face each other at meals, it’s nothing more than that.
At first, I was happy to receive expensive things, dresses, and shoes, but after today’s events, thinking about it clearly, that’s all it was.
All I was given were objects.
No affection.
Who is responsible for this?
‘Superti Fasayen. Because that girl arrived before me, everything fell apart.’
The Belarion Family had found Luarel about two years ago.
Back then, she was living under the name Parnati, but somehow they had discovered even her previous name—Rezley—and appeared with all that information in hand.
What could she do before such a vast family that held all the cards? Even if she ran, there was nowhere without shadows.
Yet surprisingly, what they wanted wasn’t her worthless life.
‘Become Fasayen. We’ll provide the information—you just need to enter that household as the lost daughter.’
Silver hair and crimson eyes.
Before the cruelty that noble coloring possessed, she had quietly submitted.
After all, refusal would only result in a dog’s death anyway, wouldn’t it?
Moreover, I was utterly exhausted with a life that remained at the bottom no matter what I did or how hard I tried.
‘I suffered through everything imaginable, and yet there’s another daughter? She arrives first and claims the position that should rightfully be mine? Even heaven is cruel!’
The original plan was simple.
Luarel appears before the Fasayen Admiral, who lost his daughter long ago.
After earning sympathy with a pitiful appearance, she gradually grows closer and befriends the family.
Belarion would fabricate evidence that she is Luarel and lived in West Grifful, so there’s nothing to worry about.
By acting out a timid personality with a stutter, it would be perfect—no one could ask detailed questions.
That was certainly what I imagined and expected.
‘Ugh… how irritating.’
This wretched skin shatters at the slightest impact.
And I have to listen to that absurd nonsense about being able to breathe underwater.
Belarion must have known all along but didn’t tell me during all that long preparation time.
‘I hate this. I absolutely hate this!’
The one who taught her acting and various information was Diolrose, Belarion’s adopted daughter.
She was young yet carried herself with such pretentious superiority, looking down on people with those disgusting eyes. I hated that she was beautiful, hated that piercing gaze that seemed to see right through you.
But I endured it, suppressing everything to gain something greater.
When I heard it was finally time to go to Fasayen, I thought I’d finally escape—but!
Argh!
Luarel, who had been silently stamping her feet in frustration, gasped and clutched at her chest.
‘No… no, calm down. Calm yourself.’
What do I need to do now?
How can I survive?
‘Think, me. Think.’
Not Luarel, not Parnati, not Rezley—but me.
To survive…
‘I need to fix my hands first. My cheeks might get exposed too if I’m not careful.’
Fortunately, this sprawling mansion had plenty of ‘materials.’
Materials that could disappear and no one would notice.
‘Since I’ve already established this pitiful image, no one will suspect me.’
They might suspect I’m fake.
But that would only make them draw closer.
Like fools who don’t realize they’re approaching a carnivorous flower with its mouth wide open, thinking they’ll discover the cave’s secrets.
And she enjoyed devouring such idiots.
‘Will a doctor come? It would be better to go out once the night deepens.’
I need to hide this damned broken hand too.
‘But I just came back from swimming—why hasn’t the maid come in? Shouldn’t she have rushed over to help me change clothes?’
After pondering, she eventually lay down, pulling the blanket over herself.
The throbbing pain in her broken hands felt unbearable.
Enough strength to easily devour three materials.
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A peculiar scraping sound echoed through the darkened corridor—swish, swish.
Daisy, who had stepped out urgently needing the toilet, flinched at the dragging sound of fabric and glanced around nervously.
‘What was that? Did I mishear?’
Adjusting her glasses, Daisy glanced back once, then shivered and pulled her shawl tighter around herself.
Despite it being summer, a chill ran through me.
Of course, the Maid Quarters located in the First Floor Corner received almost no sunlight, so coolness was expected… but today’s temperature felt different somehow.
To put it crudely, it felt ominous.
‘Ugh, let me hurry back.’
There were five toilets for the maids, and unfortunately all the closest ones were occupied.
Unable to wait any longer, Daisy decided to venture to the Backyard, the second nearest option.
Scary or not, there’s no helping it. Surely nothing will happen.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
Holding her lantern, she suddenly spun around.
Hadn’t she heard footsteps similar to her own, yet slightly out of sync?
“That’s strange…”
Still, no one was there.
After hesitating for about three seconds, Daisy suddenly bolted forward.
Fortunately, the toilet near the Laundry Area in the Backyard was empty, so she quickly finished and emerged.
“Eek!”
She gasped in terror upon discovering Luarel standing before her like a ghost.
She thought it was a specter, but looking more carefully…
“Miss Luarel? What are you doing here?”
This was a place only maids frequented.
Noble young ladies wouldn’t even know the path to the Laundry Area. The estate was designed so their routes never overlapped with those of commoners.
“Ah, Miss?”
My voice trembled involuntarily.
The very fact that Miss Luarel was here at this late hour felt ominous.
“I’ll escort you back to your room. Did you lose your way?”
Frightened, I ventured a few more words, but still received no response.
Yet I was hardly in a position to flee either.
Hesitantly approaching, Daisy then…!
“Huh?”
Gulp.
“This isn’t enough. I need more. I need more.”
Luarel murmured coldly, licking her lips.
Her whisper carried something compulsive rather than desperate.
It was like some primal instinct—not truly necessary, yet essential to survive.
“Ptooey.”
Luarel’s throat convulsed as she spat the glasses from her mouth.
This was one of her little hobbies.
Keeping a memento from each of her “materials.”
Why did she do it? Well…
I’d read in books that other killers did the same thing.
I tried it once on a whim, found I rather enjoyed it, and it became one of my recurring habits.
“Huh? Miss Luarel? What are you doing out here?”
That was when it happened.
Like Daisy before her, a maid who had come out to use the back courtyard toilet spotted Luarel.
Luarel slowly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with a wild grin in the darkness.
“Oh my, you saw, didn’t you?”
“Pardon?”
“Well, whether you saw or not doesn’t matter. I’ll have to dispose of you too.”
“W-wait… w-what?!”
Gulp, gulp.
“….”
A deep belch echoed across the desolate laundry area that followed.
And after Luarel leisurely departed the murder scene.
Beneath the moonlight, a figure who had been holding their breath emerged from the shadows.
It was Joy.

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