Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103
Due to various incidents that occurred over the past five years, Ekion had been unable to leave this Manor.
Whenever I wondered what difference it made from being in the Dragon Duke’s Castle, Father would say this.
“There’s naturally a difference between a place where you’re abandoned and confined alone, and a place where you’re with someone you trust and rely on because you feel safe. Isn’t that true for you as well?”
“I suppose that’s fair.”
In fact, Father would spend time with Ekion whenever I attended the Educational Institution.
He had apparently suggested taking walks during these times, but Ekion had refused.
I gazed at Ekion with complicated feelings.
Though my goal of returning home had changed, this child remained precious to me.
And whenever I saw Ekion, I was reminded of the young snake left alone in that old, dark building.
Tus, wait for me.
“Ekion, don’t worry too much.”
I spoke while stroking the soft, yarn-like hair on his head.
Strangely, while I grew, Ekion hadn’t grown at all.
As if he had chosen not to grow for my sake.
Though of course, that couldn’t be the case.
“Do you miss Tus?”
Our eyes were now almost at the same level.
“Wait. I’ll bring you to Tus soon.”
Whether I trained Ekion well and sent him back to Tus, or brought Tus from that damned old castle instead.
This plan was still in progress.
Ekion looked at me with bright eyes and nodded.
His gaze lingered on me for a long while, incomprehensible.
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“So you were here.”
As Calypso, Agenor, and Ekion lounged together in the Drawing Room, the door opened and Pierre entered.
“Father! You’re back?”
Pierre chuckled softly as he watched Calypso spring to her feet with surprising speed.
“What makes you think I went somewhere?”
“Well, you’re dressed differently than usual, aren’t you? I thought you’d gone out.”
“I’ve been in the Manor the whole time.”
Hmm? Calypso tilted her head in confusion.
If he’d been here, why hadn’t he come by?
The fact that he was dressed quite well, unlike usual, made her curiosity poke at her mind even more.
Meanwhile, Ekion stared intently at Calypso.
No—it was a gaze that hadn’t left her since the moment she entered this room.
“Wait. I’ll bring you to Tus soon.”
Those words about bringing him.
Ekion now understood most of what Calypso said.
But why did he have to go back?
Is it not possible to spend my entire life here?
The more Ekion awakened to language, the more curious he became.
Among these, there was one question I felt first.
Why?
Why can’t I stay beside Calypso?
“I must return to where Tus is.”
The young boy had learned this.
Returning meant being separated.
But why must I be separated from Calypso?
Of course, I wanted to see my retinue.
Ekion had awakened to the concepts of wanting and needing.
Yet still, I could not understand the reason for being separated from Calypso.
So then, what was the factor causing this separation?
The innocent face tilted this way and that, swaying, before large eyes rolled and shifted their gaze.
If I removed that factor, I could stay beside Calypso, couldn’t I?
Forever.
As if I had reached a conclusion, my gaze suddenly fixed upon Calypso.
Then a quiet sound came from beside me.
Along with the clicking of a tongue.
“Sister’s face is going to bore a hole right through, it really is.”
“….”
It was Agenor with a twisted expression.
Agenor continued speaking casually, as if he had expected Ekion to ignore his words.
“You’ve really lost your mind. What did sister call someone like you again?”
What did she call it… Ah.
“A madman with clear eyes?”
“….”
Agenor was a boy with more self-awareness than expected.
Wow, I’m obsessed too, but this guy’s eyes are just dripping with it.
Is my sister going to be alright?
I was worried about Calypso, whom I had designated as my future lord.
Unaware that Calypso herself was sighing in secret as she watched him, thinking ‘When will he ever fix that twisted personality?’
“Hey, I don’t know much, but a man shouldn’t look at a woman with such obsessive eyes like that.”
“…Shouldn’t?”
“Of course you shouldn’t! You don’t like it?”
Despite always looking with obsessive eyes himself, Agenor nodded with his handsome face.
It was not something he should have said to Ekion, who was of a similar age to Calypso.
But Agenor was someone who spoke without considering his audience.
Agenor nodded with satisfaction, then paused.
‘Wait… Did that guy just answer me?’
Ekion reacted for the first time in five years to my thoughtless remark.
Agenor was slightly taken aback.
But he answered sincerely nonetheless.
“Right. Wait until your sister gets a partner someday. Do you think she’d enjoy seeing that? Well, a partner might be too much to say, but if she ever got a boyfriend…”
What was wrong with him—this man who looked down on people like ants was actually giving a full answer.
Despite saying this, Agenor couldn’t possibly imagine his inhuman sister engaging in ordinary romance.
Both of them had already reached the Intermediate Institution, at middle and upper levels respectively, and their surroundings were filled with fresh couples in their mid-teens.
Yet Agenor suspected that Calypso’s mind contained only two things: ‘Matriarch’ and ‘strength’.
‘That’s certainly a reasonable thought…’
Agenor regarded Calypso as his liege rather than his sister.
Moreover, wasn’t she seriously aiming for the Matriarch position?
With that level of strength, there’s no way she couldn’t become Matriarch!
‘She’s stronger than that bastard Atlant! Bellus wouldn’t stand a chance against her!’
In Agenor’s thoroughly besotted eyes, there was nothing Calypso couldn’t accomplish.
Moreover, despite Calypso’s already exceptional talent…
Over the past five years, she had trained with truly remarkable dedication.
Agenor, watching from the sidelines, had grown so weary that he clicked his tongue inwardly.
Agenor himself was an orca with an enormous hunger for strength.
But if someone asked him to live like Calypso or train like her…
He’d rather just live as a vagrant for the rest of his life.
‘Despite being so strong, why is she always overflowing with such venom? It’s strange—she lives as if there’s no tomorrow.’
Obsession and venom were Calypso’s greatest strengths.
Strangely, his sister possessed both the composure and leisure of the strong.
Yet when necessary, she was filled with the venom of ‘I’ll crush that bastard myself’.
Of course, with such a perfect sister…
Calypso did have a weakness.
Though calling it a weakness might be questionable…
‘She still hasn’t awakened, has she?’
Remarkably, Calypso had yet to awaken even after five years.
She still couldn’t generate water.
Considering how much stronger Calypso’s physical enhancement ability had become in that time…
It was truly astonishing and shocking.
‘Why on earth can’t she awaken?’
By Agenor’s own common sense, it made no sense.
In fact, over the past five years, Calypso had taken a hiatus specifically to try and awaken this power of water.
It wasn’t difficult to gauge how hard Calypso had worked.
Yet she had failed to achieve it.
The fact that she hadn’t awakened had spread widely as rumor.
It had become a factor that made everyone believe Calypso truly lacked talent.
‘Of course, all those gossiping fools wouldn’t even be worth a single punch from my sister.’
Agenor thought it sounded mad, but there was a certain romance to it.
Unable to create water, yet subduing every orca with nothing but fists and physical prowess!
‘How utterly… magnificent! Extraordinary!’
The Agenor who had fretted over Calypso’s romantic prospects moments ago had vanished without a trace.
In his place stood a single orca consumed by wild fervor, eagerly anticipating the orca society that Calypso would bring to heel with her bare fists.
“Anyway, don’t stare at her like that. You don’t want to be disliked either.”
Agenor returned to his original purpose and spoke thus to Ekion.
He regarded Ekion as something of a comrade-in-arms, serving the same master as he did.
Though they had clashed once before, Agenor’s refusal to challenge him again was his own way of showing respect.
For now, Ekion spoke only with Calypso and her father, but should he begin conversing after today, Agenor would make certain to teach him the proper order of things.
I am the senior, you are the junior.
You become a subordinate in the order you arrive. Do you understand?
This was something he could not compromise on.
‘Yes. I’m the senior.’
Had Calypso known his thoughts, she would have mused, ‘This bastard’s already become a stick-in-the-mud at such a young age?’ as Agenor nodded to himself with satisfaction.
….
Throughout it all, Ekion gazed quietly at Calypso.
Like a doll—utterly silent and unwavering.
Relentlessly so.

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