Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 159

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Chapter 159
“What have you done?”
From that resonant voice, I felt the Dragon Duke’s sharp fury.
As expected, it seemed the Dragon Duke was finally angry. I’d anticipated it, but it wasn’t amusing.
That wasn’t all.
The ground beneath my feet trembled.
The spectators must have felt this earthquake as well.
The power of the earth.
Among those, it was the ability to cause earthquakes—difficult to use.
The Black Panthers used the earth’s power to split the ground, confine people, and cause deep magma to surge forth.
The ability itself was dangerous and excellent for threatening use.
That power was directed solely at me.
‘Hmm, I barely sense any killing intent…’
I glanced sideways at Father.
When I looked back at the Dragon Duke, his expression was even more contorted than before.
‘Hmm, the view is excellent.’
The view is absolutely spectacular, and that furious face is delicious. Five stars.
While muttering such frivolous thoughts internally, I hummed a short tune leisurely.
‘Ah, I feel it. I really feel it.’
I could feel Second Brother looking at me like I was insane.
But Second Brother, you try regressing just three times. A person can’t survive without going mad.
And what a delightful scene this was.
I was curious what reaction Assel would show if I stomped on him here, but I set that aside for now.
“I won’t ask twice.”
It wasn’t because of that menacing tone.
There were countless eyes here.
There was a better way to use this situation.
“Tell me the reason—why you’ve reduced my son to such a state.”
“….”
“If not, you’d best abandon any thought that your arms will remain intact.”
It was ridiculous.
‘True to his name. Is this what you say to an eight-year-old?’
In the original work, he was only affectionate toward Lili, but frighteningly cold and cruel to others.
“In such cases, shouldn’t you first ask what your son did? Ah, but I did explain.”
Where did you pick up acting like a school bully parent?
Yes, this was your true nature.
A person’s life is always in first person. The original villain’s first person was painful and agonizing.
But I wouldn’t get angry like that man does.
Why?
This place is the land where Ekion will live and the territory he will rule.
That arrogant Dragon Duke overlooks the bigger picture. He’s too busy playing the real master to see what’s actually happening.
We only need to walk away with a good image.
“I explained that he attacked me, didn’t I?”
My tone mixed formal and casual speech, yet I maintained perfect courtesy.
“Nonsense! We would never lay a hand on the Dragon’s Bride.”
“You didn’t order it? Ah, then Asel Panterion must have tried to kidnap and murder me on his own initiative.”
“Such a brazen claim—do you have proof?”
“That’s strange.”
I smiled innocently and crafted the expression of a guileless child.
There are many ways to infuriate people, after all.
“Usually, someone would ask first: ‘How did a young child like you manage to defeat the Dragon Duke’s heir?'”
This approach works perfectly on arrogant fools.
The moment I pointed out the logical flaw with cheerful clarity, the Dragon Duke scrutinized me.
I’ve watched this man long enough to know. He hesitated before answering.
“My knights must have intervened.”
“Hmm? That’s odd.”
I tilted my head and blinked my eyes with innocent confusion.
“So the Orca regular knights subdued the Dragon Duke’s heir? Then the heir is nothing special?”
The crowd stirred slightly.
Even as I reduced the heir to insignificance, the Dragon Duke showed no panic—only a colder, more rigid expression.
“You Orcas have always been vile and savage beastkin from the start. If you employed cowardly tricks, what of it? My son is still young.”
He refuses to believe I subdued him, yet shields his own son by claiming youth.
Indeed, living by double standards is always the easiest path.
“You won’t believe that I—young as I am—subdued him, yet you shield your son by calling him young. Later, when I commit infidelity, will you gently excuse it as romance?”
At my blunt words, a sound escaped—pffft!
From the corner of my eye, Atlant was desperately suppressing laughter that threatened to burst free.
All of this was being broadcast, after all.
“A cowardly Orca and an adulterous Black Panther. Equally matched.”
Father’s calm, insane remark echoed across the arena.
The Dragon Duke trembled slightly. It was the tremor of rage.
How often in his life had he endured such mockery?
He’d always looked down arrogantly from beside the Imperial Palace itself.
He couldn’t even tolerate this small laughter rippling through the crowd.
I glanced at Second Brother.
When I gestured, Atlant swept his hand sharply through the air.
Then Asel’s eyes, lying on the ground—eyes that had glared at me with murderous intent moments before—became obscured by water.
‘That won’t do.’
He’d been about to stop glaring at me and send some signal to his father instead.
I caught it keenly and blocked it the instant he tried.
‘Where did you think you’d exchange signals?’
The wordplay had ended.
“When asked to present evidence, is evasion all you have to offer?”
I wasn’t the only one thinking this.
“For the Dragon’s Bride to attempt such deception, the Matriarch of Aquasiadel has made a grave miscalculation indeed.”
It was a cutting remark.
But I understood.
The Dragon Duke had sensed something amiss.
That’s why his eyes had grown cold and sharp, pressing forward with renewed intensity.
‘It’s already too late.’
As if I hadn’t been smiling innocently just moments before, I arranged my expression into utmost seriousness.
Even if you notice the irregularity now and attempt to shift the narrative, it changes nothing.
Arrogant bastards.
You’ve always viewed me as inferior, as someone who should be grateful for your benevolence.
I let out a soft laugh.
“This is precisely why physical evidence matters….”
I gestured.
“You wanted evidence? Fine. Let’s see this evidence you’re so fond of.”
Atlant, quick to recognize his cue, approached my side.
As I opened my palm, a blue crystal materialized, hovering in the air.
“A preservation ability.”
As my Father murmured, I continued speaking.
“Truthfully, had you simply admitted it, I wouldn’t have revealed this.”
Of course it’s fabricated. You fools.
“This is the evidence that they attacked me first.”
I spoke as though muttering to myself.
“Ah, and it also reveals who the truly despicable one is.”
The moment I finished speaking, the crystal shattered with a crystalline chime. A refreshing stream of water poured forth from within.
Atlant’s water held a distinctly pale blue hue among his siblings.
A color that seemed incongruous with his temperament. It unfolded like a cinema screen.
People gasped at the rare spectacle. This was precisely the reaction I desired.
Then.
“…!!”
“…! …!!”
The battle replayed.
In complete silence.
Yet it was not difficult for people to comprehend.
The scene began with me standing in the garden alongside my Retainer and the Black Panther Knights.
The me on screen was smiling innocently.
‘Anyone looking at this would think I’m the perfect target for kidnapping with candy.’
I was aware that for an orca, I possessed a rather round and soft appearance, but seeing myself through a third party’s perspective felt peculiar.
Soon after, I wiped away my smile and adopted a serious expression.
‘It was time to discuss the matter of presence, wasn’t it?’
What was amusing was that my expression within the water-made screen looked frightened and rigidly stiff depending on who was watching.
Moreover, given the angle at which it was being recorded, my Retainer’s appearance also came across as threatening me.
‘My, Second Brother. Look at those skills. I can see excellent qualities for manipulation.’
The ability itself was purely for recording, but the same scene could appear different depending on how it was directed.
Just like this.
Soon after, Knights rushed out and surrounded me, making it look like a threat to anyone watching.
Simultaneously, one Knight stepped forward to speak to me, which looked even more like coercion.
‘The protagonist appears.’
Asel Panterion emerged from among the Knights.
‘My, he looked just like a young villain boss.’
The next moment, the battle began, and I could see myself flying between the Black Panthers.
I felt satisfied.
I should have beaten him more.
The replayed fight ended with Asel being struck in the cheek by my fist and collapsing.
It was quite an artistic ending.
“….”
After all the playback finished, the arena fell into a silence as quiet as a dead mouse.
Was it really so difficult to replay the sound together?
No?
Originally, I just hide anything slightly disadvantageous to me. Yeah.
“Everyone, I have just one question.”
I threw a small stone.
“If I hadn’t been this strong, what would have become of me in this scene? Without a Father to protect me or Knights, surrounded by those who would encircle me.”
Soon people began whispering one by one, which quickly became a massive uproar.
“This is the full account of how multiple people oppressed and threatened a Dragon’s Bride who was barely eight years old, and ultimately attempted kidnapping and murder.”
I turned to face the spectators as I spoke.
“So now, who is truly despicable?”
Are you watching, Dragon Duke?
Delivering your son comes with a price, you bastard.

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