The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 92

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“Father, Lina. Lina.”
“Yes. Don’t worry. She’s with Elzen.”
Diagon wiped away his daughter’s tear-stained face without moving a single step from where he stood.
There was no need to move.
The enemy couldn’t even attempt to flee anyway.
“Gasp, huff. Huff…!”
Humans could dive an average of 3 meters underwater.
Awakened beings could reach 20 meters.
Among them, the direct descendants of Fasayen who possessed underwater breathing could descend 50 to 150 meters with their bare bodies.
And Diagon… was one who could descend alongside sea dragons to the very depths of the abyss, to the bottom of the ocean trenches.
The oppressive force he exuded on the battlefield was so dark and profound that even Awakened beings would foam at the mouth and lose consciousness.
When piercing rage was added to that, anyone would tremble like an insect.
It was only natural that they couldn’t move a single finger.
“Not only did you mimic my daughter, but you dared to harm Superti as well.”
His low voice sounded almost measured to the ear.
But that was merely the result of compressing and suppressing his fury to protect his daughter behind him.
Luarel couldn’t even breathe beneath the crushing pressure that made her lungs collapse and twisted every vein in her body.
“Did the Bellarion Household Master create you?”
“….”
“Bellarion may be able to craft convincing dolls, but it cannot create demons like you. What are you, and where did you come from?”
I’m dying. I want to live. I want to die. Kill me. Just kill me. I want to live, no, kill me.
As extreme terror paralyzed her mind, Luarel could do nothing.
She only drooled and chattered her teeth.
In her mind’s eye, like a revolving lantern of memories, appeared Inyoung wearing a dark hood pulled over her head.
‘Shh.’
‘Shh?’
‘You must keep secrets well, good child.’
Whose voice was this, sung like a lullaby, hummed so gently?
But she didn’t know this person.
She didn’t know what this scene that suddenly pierced through her memory meant.
‘But what if you don’t keep the secret? What happens if you’re a bad child?’
‘Well….’
Ah, that’s right.
After that conversation, I was cast out into the world.
But why have I forgotten until now?
“Aaaaaaah!!”
Suddenly, Luarel realized she was screaming.
Her body, seized by the terror of death, moved beyond her control of its own accord.
Following instinct, she discarded useless materials and drew out something that might help her escape this situation, but each time, her arms and legs were torn from her living body.
In the end, Luarel abandoned her resistance and chose to appeal to sympathy.
“Hey… don’t you think I’m pitiful?”
“….”
“I lost my name, I have no face, and I can only live as someone else! Isn’t that tragic?”
But Diagon offered no response whatsoever.
From the blackened mass of pulped flesh, limbs thrashed about wildly. The sight of it struggling to survive was utterly repulsive.
‘When I tear off a leg, a new one grows. When I tear off an arm, a new one appears. Do I need to destroy the head to kill it? Or will another head sprout even if I tear that one off?’
It was worth experimenting.
“This head. These eyes. They all belong to someone else. Isn’t it pitiful that I can only live this way?”
From the monster’s body, murmuring as if entranced, a writhing aura spread outward, covering the walls and ceiling entirely.
It resembled the shadow technique used by Belarion, yet felt entirely different.
Somehow repugnant, nauseating—
“Why do you only think badly of me? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why!!”
Shriek!
From the tentacles flailing about in a rampage, mouths gaped open with a sickening sound.
Hundreds of maws writhed, searching for prey. Simultaneously, one of the monster’s eyes rolled, and the crystal that had been carefully hidden until now was revealed.
The crystal, ominous in color, resembled Bijou but was not Bijou.
Moreover, it pulsed like a heart of its own, giving off an eerie and revolting sensation.
But Diagon did not hesitate and crushed it in his grip.
Though he had never seen its form before, he suspected it functioned similarly to a core.
And his judgment was correct.
“Father… father… I want… to live….”
Thud.
Screeeech—!
With that piercing death cry, the monster’s movements ceased.
Yet the soot-like substance still spreading across the space did not disappear.
‘Does this entity have multiple cores?’
That was when it happened.
Splash!
‘A water droplet?’
Feeling the cold sensation against his cheek, he turned sharply and first noticed Elzen’s startled expression.
At the same moment, he perceived the small daughter’s eyes stained entirely blue, devoid of white—
And then.
“…Aurora?”
Why had that name suddenly spilled from his lips?
The being that manifested, cradling Superti.
When he faced that beautiful and magnificent manifestation of the Spirit King, radiating such crystalline energy as to purify all that was repulsive and vile—
What Diagon felt was not awe, but an endless longing.
Whoosh.
Superti raised her small, chubby hand.
It was the Water Spirit King who moved the Child.
Splash, splash!
A dolphin brimming with water surged forth from the Child’s fingertips and flew toward the monster.
The dolphin swimming through the air soon swelled its body, transforming into a colossal water bomb that plunged into the monster’s mouth.
Swallowing and swallowing and swallowing until it could swallow no more.
Until it regurgitated everything it had consumed.
Retch!
The sound of retching echoed from somewhere.
What spilled out after the gagging was a person.
It was Daisy, unconscious with the skin on one side of her face peeled away.
Next came a child without hair, a man who had lost his eyes, followed by several young women, and eventually a man without legs.
Hundreds of them in total.
Only a handful were alive; most had already ceased breathing. Witnessing that horrific scene, Diagon could only let saliva drip from his mouth.
But there was something far more pressing at this moment.
The Water Spirit King, who had descended by borrowing Superti’s body.
The face of that semi-transparent entity with a bluish aura seemed strangely familiar.
No—his heart reacted first, sinking heavily.
One step.
Taking that single step was far too much for him to bear.
“…Aurora.”
His Companion, whose face he could not remember.
My beloved, whom I would have rather died alongside, and whose loss made every breath I exhaled feel hollow, as though my lungs were being torn from my chest.
My, my beloved….
[Diagon, please protect our Daughter.]
At that voice ringing from an impossibly distant place, he trembled as though being burned alive.
Thud.
A small child collapsed into his arms as he drew near. Her body was burning hot like a coal, so he held his Daughter tightly and cried out.
“A doctor! Bring a doctor!!”
The true Daughter he thought he had lost had returned.
This was proof that could not be compared to anything else.
Superti is Luarel.
At last, the moment when all those doubts and hopes were answered.
* * *
My tightly shut eyelids slowly opened.
Light gradually returned to my somewhat dazed water-blue eyes, and with it, my surroundings grew brighter.
‘Where am I?’
I jolted upright and looked around frantically.
‘Where did everyone go? What about the monster Luarel?’
As I stared blankly ahead, I suddenly realized this was not the Fasayen Mansion.
A strangely shaped rectangular Room.
A bed that looked hard and rigid.
Machines beeping with rhythmic sounds.
Wait, machines?
“Mother, you know what? I became class representative.”
“My goodness, my precious child. How could you be so remarkable? And here I am, unable to even visit your school.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it at all. Just focus on getting better.”
Who is that?
Blinking my eyes, I scurried toward the direction of the voices.
There stood a mother and daughter—both with jet-black hair and dark eyes.
But… but wait.
‘Aurora?!’
The moment I saw her face, I cried out internally.
Her cheeks had hollowed, and her hair and eye color had changed, but I recognized her instantly.
‘But why is Aurora here?’
And who is this sister?

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