The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 82

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【082】
For several days, everything had been peaceful.
I’d visited Household Master Grandfather to fulfill Angela’s request, and in doing so, I’d managed to snag three roasted sweet potatoes—my mood was absolutely wonderful.
But with my belly full and round, tapping contentedly as I walked with vigor, how could I not hear what reached my ears?
“But you know, isn’t the Household Master being a bit much?”
“The way he treats Angela and Superti is completely different.”
Since my name had been mentioned, I stopped walking first. And I looked up at Lina, who was beside me—
‘Angry eyebrows.’
Lina ground her teeth.
“Those people….”
The Maid Aunts behind the staircase, unaware that Lina was there, continued their gossip.
“I feel so sorry for Luarel. She even stammers—shouldn’t the Household Master hire a separate tutor for her?”
“Right, Angela has her own private tutor anyway.”
“It feels wrong how neglectful he is. Superti isn’t even his real daughter, yet he treats her so well.”
“Yeah, not that it’s bad, but he’s definitely being too cold to the others.”
I couldn’t hear any more of the conversation because Lina, in a frenzy, charged out like a rhinoceros.
“Hey! What did you just say!!”
“Gasp!”
“Do you think everything that comes out of your mouth is acceptable? Say one more word about my young lady in front of me. Go ahead, say it again!”
Growl, woof woof! Grrrrr!!
The sound of Lina, sleeves rolled up and fighting fiercely, reached my ears like this.
[For the emotional well-being of our young child viewer, this Upiros has kindly converted any profanity-laden sentences into dog sounds! (ᗒᗨᗕ)]
Even as Upiros appeared and spun around dizzily, I simply raised both hands to cover my eyes.
“Young lady, what should we do!”
But seeing me like that, Lina seemed to misunderstand and gently released the Maid Aunt’s collar before rushing over to me.
“I’m not crying.”
“You shouldn’t have had to hear such unnecessary words…. I’ll give them a proper scolding later.”
“No, really, it’s fine….”
My heart doesn’t hurt at all.
I simply accepted it as how things were.
I was focusing on something else rather than the whispers directed at me.
‘I want to eat more snacks!’
And seeing those Maid Aunts reminded me of faces I hadn’t seen in a while, floating gently into my mind.
“Lina, want to visit the Kitchen for a bit? It’s been a while.”
“You’d like that? I happen to have nothing scheduled after this anyway….”
“Yeah! I want to get some meat pie.”
With a bright smile, I hurried across the corridor.
Meat pie, wait for me!
I’m coming!
But… in the Kitchen, there was only meat pie, and the person I wanted to see was nowhere to be found.
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“Sniffle.”
“What’s wrong, Shu?”
“Daisy is missing.”
It was dinner time.
I thought I’d find her here, but she doesn’t seem to be around.
She wasn’t in the Kitchen either.
“Daisy?”
Diagon raised an eyebrow at his youngest daughter’s words.
Over a hundred maids worked in this Household.
It was naturally impossible to remember each one’s name.
“She wears round glasses, has short hair, and is quite short.”
“I see. Perhaps she’s on leave?”
“But the Head Chef said she wasn’t supposed to be…”
Superti pouted her lips.
The sight was so endearing I nearly laughed, but I held it back.
My daughter was serious, and it wouldn’t do for Father to laugh—she might feel disrespected.
‘Though I’m not entirely sure why that is.’
In any case, the parenting manual “Easy! Raising a Daughter Alone” stated exactly that, and I was rather devoted to the book.
It contained the experiences of numerous single fathers and widowed husbands.
“While the maid assigned to meals does belong to the Kitchen Staff, she must receive permission from the Head Maid to take leave. I’ll have the Head Maid called shortly to inquire about it.”
“Yes…”
“Was she a close friend of yours?”
Upon closer questioning, Superti nodded.
‘Generally, we don’t receive individual reports about maids’ leave.’
Resignations are handled the same way.
Such matters are dealt with at the level of the Head Maid, or even the Butler.
Besides, lower-ranking employees typically changed frequently. They often took extended leave or parental leave due to marriage or childbirth.
Fasayen was quite generous with employees, sometimes granting parental leave periods of three years if requested.
Even if I didn’t know who this maid Daisy was, she might have left the Household for such reasons.
Still, since my daughter wished it, I spoke up immediately.
“Don’t worry. Or shall I have the Head Maid called now?”
The meal was nearly finished anyway.
With a snap of my fingers, the senior servant waiting by the door hurried off to carry out the order.
“Heh, remembering the names of maids one by one. How remarkable.”
“Superti has always been so kind-hearted. She’s truly my daughter.”
“Your daughter only? She’s my granddaughter as well.”
“Ah, yes.”
Diagon replied flatly to his Father and fell into thought once more.
I wanted to stroke her hair, but she was too far away.
Today, with the exception of Cecilia, no one was absent, so four children sat in a row beside him.
‘I wish I could sit her on my lap without worrying about propriety and feed her myself.’
They say children become spoiled that way, but honestly, even if I raised Superti carelessly, she would always maintain her manners.
How remarkable that she conducts herself with such dignity without even being taught.
While I was contemplating this, ice cream arrived for dessert.
Watching Superti enthusiastically devour her strawberry ice cream, Diagon finally let slip a casual remark.
“Would you like some more?”
“Huh! Really?”
“Come here. I’ll give you mine.”
He, who had deliberately not eaten a single bite, quickly scooped up the rushing Superti and settled her onto his lap.
“Are you planning to make it so she can’t even walk on her own later?”
My Father, observing this, finally spoke up, but Diagon let it pass through one ear with practiced ease.
“I’ve heard that children distance themselves from their parents during adolescence. Did I do the same?”
“You were distant from your parents from childhood.”
“That’s quite an irresponsible statement. You should read some parenting books, Father.”
“Your manners were questionable even then, so I assumed you’d grow up fine on your own.”
While they bickered back and forth, Superti skillfully emptied her ice cream bowl.
At that moment, the Head Maid arrived, and her name was June, her hair turned white with age.
“You called for me?”
“Ah, I heard that a maid named Daisy hasn’t been seen lately.”
But something was off.
A flicker of hesitation crossed June’s face as she held her hands neatly together.
June, who had devoted fifty years to Fasayen, was fair, gentle, and precise in character. She typically didn’t report anything until she was absolutely certain.
Knowing this, Diagon exchanged a brief glance with my Father.
“Heh, speak freely. It’s fine.”
“Yes, Household Master. Just as the Admiral mentioned, Daisy has indeed been absent recently. She disappeared suddenly, so I’ve been making quiet inquiries about her whereabouts.”
“Disappeared?”
“I reported it to the Butler, and I’ve already sent someone to Daisy’s home. Several others have also gone missing, so we’re still investigating.”
A maid had vanished.
Even if there were real problems, it wasn’t a matter that would normally reach the Household Master’s level. So the Head Maid’s discretion was appropriate.
‘However…’
At such a peculiar time, such a strange disappearance.
Diagon’s eyes deepened with intensity.
Violet, seated across from him, had also set down her dessert spoon, her expression showing keen interest.
“Head Maid, compile a list of who the missing children were close to and bring it to me.”
“Yes, Sub-Household Master.”
Diagon offered a slight bow as a greeting to Violet.
The matter of the maid’s disappearance had now fallen into his sister’s hands, so he needed to comfort the shocked Superti.
Clang!
Superti, who had dropped her spoon, muttered something with an extremely serious expression.
“Where could Daisy have gone…?”
At my words, light shimmered around Superti, and a small bird I called Podong appeared.
“Help me find Daisy, Podong.”
“Chirp!”
Seeing such determination, I knew Podong would surely find her.
But that was when it happened.

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