Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25
‘He’ll come running soon.’
Pierre sat by the Fountain, gazing toward the end of the path with a languid expression.
Everything felt tedious, utterly tedious.
Pierre Aquasiadel’s daily life was orderly and monotonous.
In other words, he rarely deviated from his established routine.
If there was one thing recently added to his mundane existence, it was training Calypso, who had suddenly become his Disciple.
He couldn’t fathom why his own daughter had appeared claiming to be his Disciple, rolling around beneath him endlessly.
‘Perhaps understanding will come through the rolling.’
Pierre was relatively patient.
He intended to savor this intriguing problem he’d encountered in ages—slowly, deliberately, like peeling an eggshell.
Yes, that was his intention, but….
From the moment his daughter appeared, she not only defied expectations but occasionally created unforeseen complications.
Just like now.
“Greet my Teacher.”
Calypso beamed brightly.
Then she cheerfully introduced Agenor, who stood beside her with hesitant, uncertain posture.
“This is my older brother.”
“…And?”
Unless Pierre were a fool, he couldn’t possibly fail to notice that the boy before him bore a striking resemblance to himself in his youth.
Pierre fell silent, and Agenor, who had been watching, grew even paler.
“….”
What difference was there between this situation and covering one’s eyes while pretending ignorance?
Meanwhile, Calypso observed Pierre’s eyebrows shoot upward and inwardly marveled.
Now she could finally read this father’s emotional expressions.
‘That means he’s displeased.’
Regardless, Calypso smiled and cautiously gauged his reaction.
“Teacher.”
Calypso felt Pierre’s gaze upon Agenor, her Third Brother, and delivered the prepared line.
With the brightest smile!
“Would you perhaps need a second Disciple?”
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The next day.
Even for one as formidable as an orca, the morning was drowsy enough to invite sleep.
A time when yawns kept escaping despite knowing lunch was approaching soon.
This was precisely when I should have been listening intently to that reciting voice.
It was far too peaceful a day. My eyes threatened to close rather than focus.
‘I mustn’t, I can’t.’
Now that the Orca Family Matriarch had returned, I needed to set an even better example.
As I maintained my posture rigidly, I heard a faint giggle from somewhere.
Curious about the commotion, I turned my head to find Caron—to my surprise—snickering with another distant member of the Orca Family.
‘What’s gotten into him?’
Ever since I’d given him a taste of my fist, he’d been living like a dormouse.
Even plankton couldn’t be more invisible than how he’d been existing.
And now he was grinning like that? How irritating.
When our eyes met, he flinched in terror, but his spirit didn’t seem entirely broken. Something was definitely afoot here.
‘I left him alone for a few days, and now his confidence is returning?’
If I let this slide, he might revert to his old ways—bullying the twins and the others like some petty thug. That wouldn’t do.
Besides, I’d already made a promise to the Lugaluba Twins. I needed to set a date. I pushed the thought aside for now.
Then lunchtime arrived.
“Protagonist!”
“Protagonist!!”
Today was somewhat special—instead of eating lunch with the Handmaidens, I was receiving visitors.
“Lunch is ready!”
“Let’s eat!”
“Very well.”
I had something I wanted to ask the Lugaluba Twins about from yesterday, and I’d decided to have lunch with them today as well.
I’d already mentioned it to the Handmaidens this morning.
“You seem to be in a good mood, Protagonist.”
“You do!”
“Do I? Well, you’re not wrong.”
I smiled and waved my hand.
The twins laughed along with me before stopping short.
“Does your arm hurt, Protagonist?”
“Did it ache?”
“Ah, this? It’s nothing.”
I quickly hid my bruised arm beneath my sleeve.
This was from…
“Something extraordinary happened yesterday.”
“Something extraordinary?”
“Yes. A reunion between father and son that no one else knows about, you could say…”
It was extraordinary, alright. Truly extraordinary.
I recalled yesterday’s events with a slight smile.
“Do you perhaps need a second disciple?”
The expression on Father’s face when I asked that question…
It was the look of someone hearing absolute nonsense.
I dare say it was clearer and more vivid than any expression I’d ever witnessed before.
“I don’t need one. Get out of my sight.”
His blunt refusal naturally shocked me.
But truthfully, I was even more surprised by something else.
‘Wow, the way he tells me to get lost—the tone and manner are exactly like Agenor’s!’
After hearing “get lost” from both my older brother and father in a single day, I understood it all the better.
Of course, the command seemed directed at Agenor rather than me.
In any case, I somehow managed to get Agenor accepted as my disciple.
Or rather, more precisely….
“Teacher, do you know who that is? I beat him today. You told me, remember? If we fight, don’t get beaten—just hit them and come back.”
“…You won?”
“Yeah, I won!”
As a subordinate had once mentioned, Pierre was someone who knew how to grant requests more often than one might expect.
This occasion was no different from the day he had accepted me as his disciple.
“But since I beat him and he became my subordinate, there’s nowhere to use him. Can’t he just stay here with us?”
“….”
Of course, he was less a second disciple and more like a subordinate of my first disciple, tagging along uninvited.
‘What kind of place is this?’
Agenor’s pride was certainly wrinkled a bit, like the mat we were now sitting on.
But that wasn’t my concern.
If only he’d recognized me as his sister at first glance, I would have treated him better.
‘I’m not infinitely kind either.’
Surprisingly, Agenor neither expressed resentment at his situation nor stamped his feet and stormed away.
This was actually quite unexpected.
If it had been my Second Brother—hot-blooded to the point of being like an underwater volcano—he would have certainly exploded here.
“Is it the wealthy merchant’s dream?”
“It’s the wealthy man’s fortune!”
“Oh really? Brother’s a genius!”
“Hehe.”
“Neither of those.”
I awoke from my reverie and gazed at the twins.
An adult with white hair like the twins had appeared near them at some point.
“I greet you, Noble Lady. We have long heard of how you have helped our family’s young masters.”
“It’s good to see you.”
The elderly man, who introduced himself as the steward of the White Whale Family, skillfully spread out a magnificent lunchbox before us with practiced ease, then withdrew so we could play among ourselves.
“The steward came today.”
“That’s right. Tomorrow Father will come.”
“Is that so? You all get along well.”
Indeed, everyone gets along well except for the orca.
I marveled at the appetizing lunchbox spread before me.
‘Wait, can the three of us even finish all of this?’
Even as I marveled, I didn’t forget what mattered.
“By the way, did you ask yesterday?”
“Yes, Protagonist!”
“Yes!”
Ruga and Ruba answered almost simultaneously, and without hesitation, both sprang to their feet and rummaged through the lunchbox bag.
Curious about what they were doing, I watched as they soon produced two pieces of parchment and held them out side by side.
“This is…?”
“Yes! This is what you asked about yesterday, sir.”
“What you asked about!”
Ah, so this is it.
I quickly grabbed one and untied the string binding it, then read its contents.
While I checked the remaining parchment, the Lugaluba Twins watched me intently, holding their breath in silence.
Finally, after confirming everything, I smiled with satisfaction.
“This is wonderful.”
“…!!!”
The twins’ eyes sparkled as if starlight had descended upon them.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m very pleased. Thank you.”
“Our father is the best!”
“Oh, don’t say things like that!”
“Ow, why did you hit me!”
“Don’t fight. I’m truly grateful to both of you.”
I held the parchment the twins gave me close to my chest and gently stroked both Ruga and Ruba.
The children laughed as if they hadn’t just been bickering, and we spent a harmonious lunch hour together.
“Sir, sir. Father was curious about why you asked…”
“Sir, Father said you must come visit our home!”
The twins remained as spirited as ever, but by now I’d grown accustomed to filtering their words appropriately.
“Is that so? Well…”
As lunch hour drew to a close, I paused briefly at the words flowing from the twins’ mouths before nodding readily.
“Very well. I’ll give it some thought.”
The food had been so delicious that I felt a slight reluctance to refuse outright.
The twins’ faces brightened considerably.
“Promise!”
“Promise!”
“Of course.”
The meal was most satisfying.
The food the twins brought was prepared with such skill that it tasted as wonderful as what the herring sisters made.
As I ate heartily, Ruga excitedly boasted beside me that “our father even considers nutrition when preparing meals!”
Hearing this, I felt even more convinced that asking these twins was the right decision.
‘Perhaps I really should visit their family home.’

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