Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 210

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Chapter 210
It was inevitable that my thoughts naturally drifted to the third cycle.
Especially since I had just been dreaming moments before.
That moment when the world crumbled to ruin—no matter how many times I regressed, I could never forget it.
‘His hair has grown longer.’
Ekion’s hair was remarkably long. Swaying softly, the strands seemed to cascade all the way down to his waist.
Yet it suited him without any sense of discord.
Though his hair was long, his features didn’t appear delicate or frail.
No—his facial lines were refined and graceful, but the broad set of his shoulders and the taut, elongated lines of his body maintained an unmistakable masculine presence.
Yet the more I gazed upon his face, the more I felt an almost bewitching quality to his beauty, transcending any distinction of gender.
His golden eyes, unchanged in hue, blinked slowly.
At the tips of his longer, more delicate lashes, moonlight seemed to melt away, casting an ethereal silver shimmer.
Everything spoke of his growth, and yet I felt a profound sense of wrongness.
‘What is this strange sensation…?’
It was the expression on his face—blank and emotionless, just as it had been in that moment of the third cycle’s destruction.
Yes, it had to be this expression.
His extended hand had long fingers, beautiful even at the tips, like those of a pianist.
It was a beauty so exquisite that one might wonder if God had ever crafted a creature with such meticulous care.
But the moment his hand touched my cheek—
‘…!’
A chilling sensation ran down my spine.
It was a warning.
I didn’t pull away harshly only because of the rationality that had governed my life for so long.
This is Ekion.
He’s not an enemy.
I whispered to my instincts as if reasoning with another person. But my instincts screamed back in warning, throbbing painfully in my mind, dismissing my logic.
Holding my breath, I grasped his wrist.
“Ekion.”
“…”
“It’s really you, isn’t it?”
It was absurd. With that face, that hair color, those eyes.
Where else could such a presence exist?
There was no one but Ekion who made me so restless when out of sight.
Yet still, that chilling sensation pierced my spine.
Warning me to be careful, to clench my fists, to seize any weapon.
Instead of answering, the man leaned his upper body closer.
Softly, his blue hair cascaded between us like a waterfall.
As our faces drew impossibly near—
Ekion’s beautifully shaped lips parted slowly.
“Who are you?”
His voice was exceptionally beautiful, as if the world’s finest sounds had been carefully blended together.
The seductive tone melted into my ears, and though I hesitated for a moment, the meaning of his words struck the back of my head an instant too late.
“What…? What are you talking about? Ekion, it’s really you, right? Are you hurt somewhere?”
The man held my face in his hands and remained silent for a while before asking again.
His expression was still as dry as if emotion had never existed within him.
“Ekion. That’s my name?”
His golden eyes blinked slowly, and he murmured the name as if savoring it.
It was strange. The monotone voice, the emotionless face, the content of his words—all of it.
“And it seems you’re the Dragon’s companion.”
The moment I heard those words, my mood sank. His voice sounded as if he were referring to a complete stranger.
Though my gaze was momentarily captivated by his appearance, I was already assessing the situation.
“Then who are you…?”
“…”
After a brief silence, the man admitted readily.
“I don’t know.”
“…What?”
“It seems I’ve lost my memories.”
“What? Amnesia?”
My bewilderment was brief before a sharp instinctive warning pierced through me again, and my eyes snapped open.
“I don’t think I can say more. How far is the City of Dragons from here…?”
“Why the City of Dragons?”
“Can you take me there?”
“If you tell me what’s going on.”
Hold on. Let me hear him out first. I don’t understand what’s happening, but understanding the situation comes first.
Since his growth hadn’t been normal, unavoidable side effects might have occurred.
“If it’s difficult to speak…”
“Difficult?”
But in the next moment, his words made me narrow my eyes.
I gripped his hand as it began to slip away.
“Where are you going?”
“If you won’t listen, I’ll find someone else.”
This is unbelievable.
I let out a hollow laugh.
I’d finally thought I could see his growth and feel relieved. What in the world is this?
“Fine, okay. It can be difficult to speak. I understand. If your memories are gone, you must be confused. Right?”
You’d feel like you’re seeing me for the first time. I realized what the instinctive warning I’d felt was.
It was the wariness Ekion was emanating. A cautious power. He was certainly still a dragon.
“If you don’t want to speak…”
To think such power could be felt merely from his wariness.
I tilted my head slowly and smiled brightly.
“I’ll just have to make you talk.”
Ekion froze for a moment at my smile, but quickly pulled his body backward.
In the briefest of gaps, my hand whooshed past where Ekion had been standing. The speed was like lightning.
“My, my. Look how our Yongyang has grown. Your body’s become quite nimble, hasn’t it?”
I rose with a bright smile, taking up a combat stance.
“What are you—”
Ekion retreated another step back, bewildered but methodical.
My leg flew toward that spot in a clean kick, and I repositioned myself.
“What am I doing? You were trying to attack me too, weren’t you? I could feel the killing intent radiating from behind you the whole time you were talking. That’s yours, isn’t it?”
Our Yongyang had grown up and was actually considering threatening me—it was so moving I couldn’t help but feel tears welling up, my fists clenching tight.
“I was—”
“Leaving without even saying goodbye?”
I flexed and released my fists, rolling my neck loosely. My face broke into an even brighter smile.
If Atlant had seen it, he probably would have shouted something like “that crazy bastard.”
“If you don’t want to talk, I’ll just have to beat it out of you.”
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‘Do dragons automatically grow stronger as they mature?’
Thirty minutes later, I exhaled heavily on the ruined terrace.
‘This is completely unfair. Unfair.’
I had a fistful of his collar, straddling the man lying beneath me.
“My, our Yongyang has gotten strong, hasn’t he?”
Ekion looked utterly bewildered.
Still, considering our relationship, I hadn’t touched that handsome face of his.
‘Hmm, my switch got flipped for the first time in a while.’
Of course I was angry.
I was smiling, but I was just as furious as when I’d been told it was impossible—that I needed parts of an extinct animal to cure Father’s illness.
Our fight somehow managed to continue without even touching the curtain that concealed the terrace door.
Of course. That’s what I wanted.
The thick fabric drawn to block the view from inside and the large dance music that evoked combat fanfare appropriately concealed the commotion of the terrace.
“But you’re still far from being ready to challenge your older sister. Right?”
Actually, I was the younger one and Ekion was older. But with such a gap in mental age, let’s just say it like this.
I released his collar and grabbed his chin, lifting it up.
“So, are you ready to talk now?”
“…This is the first time I’ve been beaten by a dragon.”
“My, how do you know it’s the first time when you don’t even remember? Our Yongyang, are you lying too?”
“…”
“I didn’t touch your face out of respect for our relationship.”
As I spoke with a bright smile, Ekion stared at me for a long moment before opening his mouth.
“Do people usually tell you that you’re insane?”
“Ah. Don’t be offended by it.”
“….”
“If you try to run away one more time, I could even show you what kind of things you’d hear after ‘madman.'”
Ekion let out a small sigh, then slowly raised both hands.
“I surrender. I’d just appreciate it if you’d let me sit up….”
“Are you planning to escape with that strange power?”
“I’ll swear an oath.”
Golden and azure light flowed from Ekion’s body.
I wasn’t startled, having witnessed this power once before when the Third Cycle collapsed.
The rampaging Dragon Duke wielded three types of power: gold, azure, and black.
It seemed the black only manifested during his rampage.
As I stepped back slightly, Ekion raised his upper body.
“…You’re not planning to let me get up on my own, are you.”
“Ah, this is perfect for keeping you from running away. Just talk like this.”
“But why are you angry in the first place?”
“If you raised a child carefully and they suddenly can’t remember anything and start crying about going home, wouldn’t you be flustered?”
“Cry…. I haven’t cried.”
“You looked like you were about to cry from the shock.”
“Do you hit me if I cry?”
“Bad habits need to be corrected.”
The cryptic exchange continued back and forth. Realizing this conversation lacked substance, Ekion let out a small sigh and raised both arms once more.
“I surrender. I’ll tell you everything.”
“Good. So where is our real Yongyang?”

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