The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 95

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【095】
It was such a faint sound that ordinary mortals couldn’t perceive it, but to Galiazard’s ears, it thundered with crystalline clarity.
‘So, you’ve finally come after all.’
My second daughter, whom I never even pretended to love.
‘This is the only opportunity for catharsis I’m granting you.’
After this, I would have to shoulder the charge of attempted murder against the Household Master and march to the Battlefield without complaint.
If I truly despised it, I could renounce the Fasayen name.
“Father, are you here?”
Click.
Creak.
The door opened in the silence.
There stood Medusa, her teal hair transformed into a hundred writhing serpents.
Just as I had anticipated.
Or precisely as I had intended when I first beheld the newborn Cecilia with her serpentine head in my youth.
“….”
My body began to stiffen gradually.
Galiazard offered no resistance whatsoever.
Within seconds, Galiazard had turned to stone, frozen in his seated posture.
Simultaneously, Bernstein burst forth from the elongated shadows.
“Darling, we’ve succeeded. People will gather soon, so let’s keep watch by the door.”
Hiss, hisssss.
The serpents flicked their tongues, hissing as they sought another morsel.
“Everything progressed faster than expected, but we’ve seized the opportunity, haven’t we?”
Bernstein laughed, embracing Cecilia from behind as she remained silent.
He had already known that the Bellarion Household Master had sent the false Luarel.
He also knew this would provide the perfect chance to strike at the Household Master.
He hadn’t known when the moment would come, but at last, success!
The Fasayen Household Master had become stone—now he could do nothing.
On the way here, he had confirmed that the Admiral and his family were at Superti Fasayen’s side, so now he only needed to quickly find the Household Master’s seal.
Once he held that in his grasp, no one could defy Cecilia.
“Where is it? Where on earth did he hide it!”
But the Household Master’s seal.
The golden seal, the size of a fist and far more precious than a ring worn on the finger, was nowhere to be found.
“Were you perhaps looking for this, Father?”
That was when it happened.
Bernstein flinched at the voice that suddenly reached his ears, unaware anyone had drawn near, and slowly straightened his posture.
“My son, you were certainly supposed to be away on business today.”
“Indeed. I truly wish you hadn’t involved yourself in such troublesome affairs.”
A gentle voice and bearing, a tender smile drawn as if by an artist’s hand.
Lewiwood, tall and elegant, held the Household Master’s seal in one hand.
His eyes remained closed.
“With that alone, our family can seize Fasayen. Hand it over.”
“I beg your pardon, Father. I never imagined my biological father would be so foolish…”
Bernstein made one final attempt to persuade Lewiwood, who exhaled a weary sigh.
“You said you didn’t want to become Household Master. There’s still plenty of time before you need to assume that role. Think about it carefully. This is the perfect opportunity.”
Yet Lewiwood remained unmoved.
He simply stood there with the same expression as before.
“It seems my biological father passed away long ago. I’m only sorry I don’t know which flowers would be most appropriate for his funeral.”
“…!”
Lewiwood’s judgment was precise.
Though I had never paid much attention to Father before and thus remained ignorant, this scene unfolding alongside Mother—now transformed into Medusa—was all the evidence I needed.
Bernstein was a spy.
‘How pitiful. You truly trusted Father.’
With my eyes closed, I could see nothing, yet it mattered not.
I could sense every aura present.
With no reason to delay further and nothing more to say, I hurled the seal high into the air.
And in those few seconds while Bernstein moved to catch it—
I manifested twin blades of ice in both hands and rushed toward him.
Crash!!
A deafening boom erupted, dust billowing outward.
When the haze settled, what remained was the Desk, frozen solid and split cleanly in half.
Holding my blade inverted, I tilted my head.
It was Mother who had blocked my attack against Bernstein.
Thud, thud.
Serpents fallen to the floor flicked their tongues, coiling around my ankles.
As a snake slithered up my torso and tightened around my throat, my breath caught immediately.
“Eliminate him, Cecilia. He’s an obstacle to our path forward. Besides, he was never going to do anything but steal the Household Master position from you. You know it—that peculiar trait of the Fasayen Household Masters.”
Bernstein whispered as he became shadow itself, drifting erratically throughout the Office.
Cecilia trembled violently, raising her hands, her wide eyes beginning to flood with crimson as they bloodshot.
Though I could not see such a sight, I felt my mother resisting with all her might, hesitating and struggling against the shadow worm’s control.
Her effort to break free from the puppet strings was a good sign.
I could request leniency when reporting to the Household Master.
However—
“It seems you both are laboring under a misunderstanding…”
“….”
“The Household Master position is not a trophy grasped to earn someone’s recognition. It is not a seat from which one may act as they please.”
Rather, it is a position whose weight one must feel more keenly than anyone and bear upon one’s shoulders.
After rational and logical calculation, should a more suitable candidate for Household Master emerge, I would be prepared to yield.
But among the children of Fasayen currently, there exists no one capable of replacing me.
This held true not merely in administrative matters, but equally in diplomatic and political acumen.
Could Mother truly resolve the conflicts between the other Ducal Houses?
Could she protect the Household against the Imperial Family’s pressure?
Could she coldly distinguish between necessary and unnecessary resources, resolving everything through pure reason alone?
‘No.’
It was impossible for one with a warm heart.
A position unsuited for the indecisive, the emotional, or those who couldn’t even perceive the gap between themselves and others—and unfortunately, Cecilia embodied all of these flaws.
‘When did it change? That’s what I’m curious about.’
A chill seeped from his body as he tightened his grip on the blade.
The aura spread slowly throughout the entire Office, cold enough to freeze every cell in one’s body.
Minus ten degrees.
Minus thirty degrees.
And finally, minus fifty degrees.
Crack.
The frozen snakes dropped to the floor with dull thuds.
In sync with that, Lewiwood slashed at something with a swift motion.
The movement was concise yet terrifyingly precise.
“Aaahhhhh!”
His ability was to freeze even shadows themselves.
With a scream, Bernstein emerged from his hiding place.
Already, half of his body had turned to ice.
“Please remain as you are for now. I’d prefer not to escalate this further.”
Bernstein himself possessed no power whatsoever.
What ability could a homunculus—not even a real person—possibly have?
The shadow-movement ability he’d received from the Bellarion Household Master was all he had. That’s why he’d remained hidden until now.
‘I must die.’
Cornered, Bernstein struggled to bite down on the poison fangs in his mouth.
But his tongue and jaw were frozen solid, utterly immobile.
“Mother will need water soon. Paul.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
At Lewiwood’s quiet call, the door to the Secret Space opened, and Paul appeared.
“I’ll need to bring several buckets of water.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
Paul glanced with worried eyes at the Household Master who had become a statue, then hurried from the Room.
Of course, his eyes remained closed.
Even without sight, he’d worked in this space for decades—leaving posed no difficulty.
“Cedric, bring me a cloth to cover Mother.”
“Ah, I can’t move without being able to see ahead.”
“Then shall I do it?”
As Lewiwood gently posed the question, releasing his power, Cedric moved with haste.
He bumped into things here and there, but well, that couldn’t be helped.
“Here it is.”
“Yes. Mother, I know you dislike this, but I’ll need to put it on you for a moment.”
Cecilia remained perfectly still.
It was all she could do.
After the situation was resolved, Cedric looked at the Household Master who had turned to stone and clutched his belly with laughter.
“Stop laughing, you fool. My ears are about to fall off.”
Snicker.
And moments later.
Galiazard released himself from petrification and opened his mouth.
The end of all circumstances.
A full ship.

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