Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218
Gamora spoke with a refined tone that bore no comparison to how he’d spoken when traveling with us.
It was the distinctive speech of the capital.
“What a shame, truly a shame.”
As Gamora’s lips continued to move, golden light flowed from his body.
A radiance distinctly different in saturation from the Dragon Duke’s and Ekion’s golden eyes.
Gamora’s hair began to stain from the tips, and beneath the shell-like epidermis that peeled away, smooth skin emerged.
A breathtakingly beautiful yet repulsive handsome man sat with one knee bent.
The light restored Gamora’s missing arm and fitted the broken leg back into place.
A man with glittering golden hair and muted golden eyes rose to his feet.
Kael Heltiade.
“Ah, this brainwashing lasted quite long.”
A clear voice.
Gone was the fractured, hoarse voice of one approaching death.
He was a man composed entirely of colors as radiant as those chosen by the sun and the gods.
I had despised this light and these colors with every fiber of my being.
The moment Kael’s eyes moved with unsettling calm, rope-like things burst from the ground and bound my limbs tightly.
I heard a splashing sound from behind.
“Don’t move! Everyone freeze!”
The moment I shouted the command, the sound from behind ceased.
An expression of surprise crossed Kael’s face.
“Why, you’re not asking for help?”
“….”
On the ground lay the skin and clothes from when he’d been Gamora.
I stared at his smooth face for a long moment before asking.
“Do you know me?”
“How could I not know you.”
I laughed quietly.
“Ha, haha….”
With just a few words, he had proven it.
Yes.
You remember the previous cycle too, don’t you?
A base, vulgar exhilaration surged from my toes to the crown of my head.
How many of my precious subordinates had died by this bastard’s hand?
My family? The local residents?
Starting from my heart, a raging inferno of hatred threatened to reduce me to ashes at any moment.
“How far?”
At my question, Kael’s upper body leaned toward me, as if he knew I couldn’t move.
He approached without any guard.
That hateful face drew close to mine. Even his exhaled breath was repulsive.
“How far do you hope I remember?”
“Of course… I hope you remember everything.”
“….”
I smiled softly.
“So how much do you remember, you little bastard reeking of fish?”
Kail smiled in return—gently and affectionately, yet with a chilling edge and madness that differed entirely from the smile he’d give to a heroine.
His expression carried both coldness and lunacy.
A cold hand grasped my chin.
Is this what it feels like when an insect crawls up your skin?
“Of course, our memories together, Calypso—I must remember every single one. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Ah. How wonderful. Kail.”
Had we ever called each other’s names with such tenderness? Never once.
“I missed you.”
“Ha, only me? You bastard?”
The hatred dripping from our names was the proof.
Those of high station never surrender their names carelessly.
This was a name that could only be spoken because we were enemies.
“You came to me with that thin neck of yours cleaned up nicely, didn’t you?”
My expression softened affectionately.
The ropes binding me were made of earth and stone. They were already cracking with sharp, splintering sounds.
“It had to be.”
In Kail’s gleaming eyes, tension flickered for just a moment.
Crack-crack-crack!
Boom!
My fist pierced through Kail’s body. A hole opened up in the exact shape of my fist.
I wiped away what had splattered on my face.
Brown. Mud and earth.
“Ha, hahaha. What a shame. Truly.”
“….”
“I thought we’d have more time….”
Kail laughed even with a gaping hole where his heart should have been.
Of course he did.
This was a clay doll he’d created—or more precisely, one fashioned from the power of earth itself.
‘That idiot bastard. I knew he’d send a doll.’
I wasn’t caught off guard.
I’d anticipated this from the moment I approached Gamora—no, from the instant I sensed the Crown Prince’s power emanating from him.
The power of brainwashing.
When his clay doll ability combined with brainwashing, it created a puppet that believed itself to be any person he desired.
An exceptionally efficient ability for creating spies.
I’d fallen victim to it countless times during the war.
And I was the victor of that war. How could I not remember the abilities of the one who came at me?
“How fortunate. Even if you missed me, could you have missed me as much as I missed you?”
I smiled wickedly.
“Thank you for staying alive, Kail.”
The smile faded from Kail’s face.
“A chance to kill you again has come.”
You have memories.
“A happiness that will never come again in a lifetime.”
A world dead by your hand, subordinates, comrades, family.
I could justly avenge all of this.
I was overwhelmingly, abundantly delighted.
My laughter echoed throughout the wasteland.
His mud puppet began to crumble from the edges.
Because I had destroyed the core, it could no longer maintain its form.
“…You crazy bitch.”
“Right, it’s been so long since I heard that. That word.”
This time it was my turn to smile wickedly.
“You always called me that because you wanted to forget your fear of me, didn’t you?”
Kail’s smile vanished as he looked toward somewhere.
Soon a faint smile appeared on his face again.
“Well, fine. I’ve achieved my goal anyway.”
Where Kail looked was precisely the Dragon Duke’s location.
Beneath his desaturated golden eyes, a lustrous desire rippled.
“See you again.”
Watching the desire overflow from its vessel, I seized his disintegrating collar.
“You fool. You should know this.”
“….”
“It wasn’t something you figured out.”
I showed you.
That the Dragon Duke is here.
“Wipe your neck clean. I’m coming for you.”
With my final laugh, his mud puppet collapsed to the ground.
Eyes wide with shock.
I dusted off my hands.
“…What are you looking at.”
As I extended my hand, a cool stream of water appeared over it, cleansing me.
“Haa….”
I gazed at the sky, then slowly closed my eyes. My trembling fists were filled with rage.
Yet exhilaration surged across my face.
“Haha.”
This time…
“I’ll have to kill him.”
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We arrived at the Aquasiadel Estate.
The return journey was faster than the trip to the fortress, a result of our haste due to having a patient with us.
Atlant glanced at Calypso with eyes that were half-filled with anger and half with concern.
Calypso was quietly staring at Hauser, who was undergoing treatment.
Before arriving here, I’d contacted Whale, who had gone elsewhere, and summoned him to the estate.
Fortunately, Whale returned within the timeframe, and we were able to begin treatment immediately.
I no longer needed to worry about the materials necessary for using Whale’s abilities.
Over nine years, I’d gathered every material in existence—and those that didn’t exist—to this place.
Beads of sweat formed on Whale’s forehead as he worked on the treatment.
Atlant, who had been staring expressionlessly at Calypso as she watched Hauser, now fixed his gaze directly on her.
“Second Brother.”
Calypso spoke without looking at Atlant.
“You’re going to bore a hole through my face.”
“…”
The two of them stood by the wall right next to the door.
We’d insisted on this spot to avoid disturbing Whale.
“But listen.”
Calypso asked while keeping her gaze fixed on Hauser.
“What would you do if a former comrade of yours had become a criminal in this lifetime?”
Since she was looking at Hauser, she was clearly asking with him in mind.
Atlant had thought about this before as well.
In my previous life, I had no friends, but I had comrades who shared the front lines with me.
What if such a person had become a despicable criminal in this lifetime?
“The fact that Hauser was in that place probably means he was captured, but honestly, he doesn’t have the kind of ability that would be easily captured.”
“Well… that’s true.”
Calypso’s point was: what if Hauser had cooperated with the Shark faction but ended up imprisoned due to internal conflict?
That was the concern.
For someone like Calypso, who seemed loosely lenient yet had clear principles, this would be a troubling matter.
“I don’t know. If I were in that position… if someone I knew had ended up like this in this lifetime, I’d beat them senseless.”
“…”
“They’d have to apologize for their wrongs, and if the victim can’t forgive them, they’d have to go repent and face punishment. What else can you do? That’s what’s best for the rest of their life.”
At Atlant’s indifferent response, Calypso laughed softly.
“Why are you laughing?”
“No, it’s just that we think alike.”
Just as she said, the worry that had shadowed Calypso’s face disappeared, and her expression looked quite refreshed.
Calypso looked down at her own hands.
‘I’ve never felt this way before.’
In a life that had always been lonely, people appeared who remembered things like me.
Only in this particular cycle.
That’s why Calypso sometimes fell into such delusions.
“Isn’t it strange? Very occasionally, I feel as though I’m living my previous life.”

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