Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 225

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Chapter 225
-30 minutes earlier.
Casari, the final stronghold where the leader commanding the sharks resided. Currently, heated voices echoed through this place.
“Damn it, every single base has been destroyed!”
Shek, a great white shark beastkin, was the leader commanding the sharks.
“Where are my people?”
Beside the room, shark beastkin stood at attention or hung their heads low.
Every last one of them looked utterly wretched.
“How much longer do we have to endure this? Tell me!”
And before the raging Shek.
There stood a man dressed in extraordinarily flamboyant attire.
Moreover, there were not just one but three others dressed in equally ornate clothing standing beside him.
Among them, the man wearing the most elaborate outfit and a large hat adorned with magnificent feathers spoke with leisurely composure.
“We are merely following orders.”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking—how much longer must we endure this?!”
Regardless of Shek’s outburst, the man who answered so calmly was none other than the head of the Peacock family: Count Peacock.
“Well, well, I wouldn’t know. We simply obey the Crown Prince’s commands…”
“…”
“His Highness merely instructed us to conceal your fortress here, so we have no choice but to comply, do we?”
Shek ground his teeth together.
He could feel the disdain directed at them emanating from the peacock leader’s arrogant tone.
‘These bird bastards…’
He wanted nothing more than to tear into them with his sharp fangs right then and there.
But regardless of his feelings, they were receiving assistance.
He had no choice but to tolerate this damned mainland creature who wasn’t even worth his fist.
It was his own fault. No—it was karma.
His hatred toward the orcas had grown so immense and profound that he had allied with the Imperial Family, who despised and scorned his kind.
‘If only my sharks possessed just a bit more strength…’
What exactly was lacking in the sharks?
For Shek, who believed without question that sharks were the strongest beastkin among aquatic creatures, his teeth ground relentlessly.
It was merely the power of water that had created the gap between the orcas and his kind.
Without such power…
‘Why haven’t I even caught a glimpse of the Crown Prince’s messenger?!’
The Crown Prince had said he would send a messenger.
But shortly after, the news that arrived was that the final fortress, excluding this stronghold, had collapsed.
It was her again. Calypso Aquasiadel, who had been obliterating the sharks’ bases for the past several years!
It was because of that woman that he had removed the self-destruct mechanism from this stronghold!
“Sigh, well, setting that aside—why are you even here? You said you needed to maintain some sort of illusory barrier?”
“Hmph, I was about to leave. But you pestered me so much that I made the trip. Might as well take some rest while I’m at it.”
Count Peacock was confident in their specialty—illusory barriers.
They don’t merely deceive the eye—they craft illusions so seamless, so perfectly deceptive, that belief becomes inevitable.
Like a mirage in the desert, one has no choice but to trust it.
And the method to break through it….
‘Only the Imperial Palace and we know it.’
I had come in secret under the Crown Prince’s orders, but I despised involving myself in the affairs of those aquatic beasts.
It was filthy.
‘Well, would those who’ve never lost to us even know? Hehe.’
A barrier that had never failed even once—surely it wouldn’t collapse repeatedly even with the Orca Chieftain’s Eldest Son stationed there?
I would have even toyed with that repulsive Shark Chieftain, but it was the moment Count Peacock turned to leave.
Count Peacock froze solid.
Shek was the first to notice something amiss.
“What is it? Hey, Count Peacock. What are you doing right now? I’m completely fed up. Aren’t you leaving?”
“…The barrier.”
The Count, pale as death, barely managed to speak.
“The core of the first barrier has been destroyed!”
So panicked was he that even the formal honorifics he habitually used had vanished.
“What?”
Before Shek could even ask for more details, the ground trembled.
There was no need to ask further.
“C-Commander, Commander! Commander!!”
Suha came rushing toward Shek and reported the situation.
The Peacocks’ barrier was layered—illusions stacked upon illusions to create a perfect deception.
Only the Peacocks or the Imperial Palace knew of this structure.
Yet somehow, individuals had appeared who were dismantling the Peacocks’ illusory barriers one by one.
They acted as though they understood this layered structure perfectly.
Moreover, they seemed to comprehend exactly how each distinctly constructed layer was formed and precisely how to destroy it.
The barriers were collapsing rapidly!
At a speed that left Count Peacock, the Peacock Chieftain, no time to act.
‘H-How is this even possible…!’
For just a moment, the Crown Prince’s voice echoed through the Count’s mind.
“Count, no matter what happens there, do not panic.”
Had he known that “whatever happens” meant his family’s hereditary specialty being breached for the first time in generations….
He would never have come here!
The Peacocks turned ashen.
“And one more thing. Should you happen to be captured, I shall regard you as those who conspired with villainous scoundrels.”
“….”
“I trust you understand what I mean.”
It meant the Imperial Palace would disavow any connection to them the moment they were exposed.
Yet despite the threat, blinded by the promise of reward, the choice had been his own.
The Count had rushed outside to save at least his family members.
What greeted them was a tangle of beastkin locked in combat.
“Damn it, you pathetic feathered wretch—fall back!”
This was the innermost sanctum where the Shark Beastkin leader resided, the most secure heart of the fortress.
How had they penetrated this deeply, this quickly…?
“A, a feathered creature…!”
“Do you expect courtesy at a time like this? If you don’t want to die by the blade in a fit of rage, get out of here!”
Count Peacock, shoved backward by Shek’s hand, stumbled to his feet with a vacant expression.
‘Fire…!’
I could see flames erupting in the distance.
This was no ordinary situation. I had to save myself first.
He fled in a panic without even noticing that his elegant appearance had become as ridiculous as a jester’s.
Shek ground his teeth and gripped his sword tightly.
Shek’s blade was fashioned after a shark’s teeth—a weapon closer to a saw than a sword.
‘Damn it, that woman is definitely…’
Remarkably, only a single woman had appeared in this place.
Yet even surrounded by countless subordinates, Shek felt cold sweat trickling down his skin.
He could sense it instinctively.
He could not win.
“Hello? It’s been a while.”
The woman grinned wickedly.
“Or rather, since you won’t remember, it hasn’t really been a while for you.”
The way she swayed and grinned like someone half-mad matched perfectly with the reports from subordinates who had barely escaped from other strongholds.
Calypso Aquasiadel—the mad woman of the Wasteland.
“Commander, we must escape this place at once.”
The vice-commander of this fortress approached and whispered urgently.
He was Shek’s most trusted subordinate.
“My men and I… we will buy you time.”
“Wow, that’s touching.”
Calypso’s voice cut through suddenly.
“Even you murderers, who have slaughtered countless innocents, possess loyalty. It’s truly ironic every time I see it.”
Watching Calypso tilt her head this way and that, Shek understood instinctively.
No one would leave this place alive.
Then…
“What are you doing? Attack now!”
“Oh, so the commander is running away?”
With savage roars and curses, the Shark Beastkin rushed forward, wielding their weapons.
Calypso dodged lightly and felled the nearest one with ease.
In the brief opening his subordinates had created, Shek rushed desperately to his desk and opened the floor.
Then he grasped the handle firmly.
“…Thank you all, for everything until now.”
“Chief, the Shark will emerge victorious!”
“For the glory of the Shark!”
“Damn those wretched Orca bastards!!”
Calypso had barely raised an eyebrow when Shek’s hand suddenly wrenched the hilt with fierce determination.

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