Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 251

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Chapter 251
While everyone’s attention was fixed on me, I seized the opportunity to state my business to Loreille.
“And among you, there are people with physical ailments, right? Compile a list of those people and give it to me.”
“Pardon? Why would you….”
“Because I can treat them.”
I glanced once at Whale, who sat alongside us in this gathering, and smiled faintly.
“Since I can’t do everyone at once, it would be better if you prioritize the most important cases.”
As if he’d never considered such a thing, Loreille’s expression went blank.
“Is such a thing even possible?”
“Would I deceive you then?”
While the others’ faces grew serious, Loreille notably displayed a cautious expression.
“From some point onward, my brother became obsessed with ‘healing ability users.'”
Loreille clasped his hands together and gripped them tightly as if in prayer.
“And I even heard that experiments were conducted. Could it be… that the ability user Calypso has been keeping was the subject of those experiments?”
“To cut to the conclusion, that’s not it.”
We’re keeping an ability user the Imperial Palace doesn’t even know about. The Crown Prince wouldn’t know of Whale’s existence either.
He died early in the third cycle.
“But I do know who the experimental subject was.”
The face of the Snake Beastkin from the same family sitting in this gathering hardened visibly.
I averted my gaze from that sight and rose from my seat.
“Then organize your questions and bring them to me.”
“Wait a moment, Calypso…!”
“What? It seems the important discussion is finished.”
Loreille sprang to his feet and bowed respectfully.
“Thank you so much for saying you’ll help us.”
He seemed deeply moved by the extent of assistance offered.
“Right. Since we’re also obtaining the help we need, there’s no need to be overly cautious.”
….
I stared intently at Loreille.
“I’m also surprised and reflecting on the fact that there’s a Monkey Beastkin who opposes the experiments.”
Was there such a person in the third cycle as well?
There probably was.
‘But he must have died early.’
Unfortunately, during war, the good ones always died first.
* * *
“I heard you asked to see me.”
That evening, at Loreille and his colleagues’ hideout. We had each been assigned rooms and a conference room.
Camula arrived at our conference room with a cheerful expression.
And what greeted her was the heavy atmosphere within the conference room.
Camula blinked her eyes.
“Huh, did I come at the wrong time? Should I leave?”
“No, you came at just the right moment.”
I rose from my seat and patted the spot beside me. Camula approached, but instead of sitting, she positioned herself next to me.
Then she naturally crossed her arms and leaned against the desk like I was doing.
She had this habit in the past too, so the feeling was peculiar.
‘Even as circumstances change, some things remain constant.’
I recalled what had happened this afternoon.
“…Couldn’t you treat her first?”
Atlant, who rarely asked me for anything, spoke to me.
He seemed embarrassed about it, scratching the back of his neck for a long while before the words came out.
“Why, does it bother you?”
“Well….”
“….”
“It would be a lie to say it doesn’t bother me.”
My Second Brother eventually admitted it with a bitter smile.
I understood his feelings well enough. We had both died owing a debt of life to someone, or carrying that debt with us in our final moments.
Just as I had, so too must Atlant have experienced the same.
Because of this, instead of refusing Atlant’s request, I quietly nodded.
Besides, Camula’s ‘specialty’ was crucial to the plan we had to strike this research facility, so I had intended to treat her anyway.
“We’ll treat you first. Right now, we called you here to ask you something before the treatment.”
“Oh, really? How special. I’m grateful that you hold me in such high regard.”
Camula laughed brightly, her eyes shining with emotion.
“Every time the Matriarch calls on me first, I feel so valued. It’s wonderful.”
I suppressed the fleeting memory and composed my expression calmly.
“Can you use ‘Compression’ by any chance?”
The Walrus Beastkin’s specialty was exceptional durability against impact and tremendous strength.
Among their abilities, they could gather their power and use a technique called ‘Compression’.
It was a technique that temporarily increased their body weight enormously, thereby amplifying both their strength and durability.
In the third cycle, it was Camula’s signature technique, and thanks to it, she often held the frontlines.
However, Camula’s expression was bewildered.
“Huh? You mean that Walrus technique? I can’t use that?”
“What…?”
I paused.
According to what I heard, Camula had been captured by Madrum early on, and her legs sustained permanent damage at that time.
She would have been disposed of afterward, but Loreille saved her, which is how she ended up here.
I pressed my temples firmly.
‘This is a problem.’
The plan Loreille and I had devised required someone to topple a thick, massive wall after Ekion dealt with the mechanisms.
I or the Orcas could manage it, but pulling people from other positions would reduce efficiency.
Most importantly, there was a significant difference in combat power depending on whether Camula could use this technique or not.
‘This life has changed me because of that Crown Prince brat.’
I tapped my lips. It was a technique too late to learn now.
“Matriarch.”
When I turned my head, I saw Hauser. I had originally planned to meet alone, but two people had insisted on coming along.
Ekion and Hauser.
“I have something to tell you quietly. Would that be alright?”
Instead of answering, I looked at Camula, and she naturally raised both her hands.
“Is this something I shouldn’t hear? I understand. Talk freely. Should I step out?”
“No. Thank you. Then I’ll excuse myself for a moment.”
A translucent barrier descended around everyone except Camula. I confirmed the barrier and shifted my gaze.
“What is it? Speak briefly and to the point.”
“We can make it possible for Camula to use that technique.”
“….”
“Camula only needs to recall her memories.”
At his blunt, terse words, I frowned without hesitation.
‘Ah, that’s right.’
I had already discussed this with Levai once, but due to the urgency of subsequent events, it was a conversation I hadn’t finished with Hauser.
I did not want my subordinates to recall the memories of the third cycle.
That was my heart, and I had decided it firmly.
“Now that I think about it, you know a method to make my subordinates recall their memories from previous lives.”
“How did you know?”
“Levai told me.”
“He betrayed me then.”
Hauser spoke calmly. His face showed no sign of being affected at all.
“How absurd. Since when were you two close enough to speak of betrayal? It’s ridiculous.”
“Is that so?”
Hauser smiled faintly.
“In any case, that method is rejected. I’ll find another way.”
“But wasn’t that the fastest and most efficient method you had grasped? I understand there isn’t enough time to establish a different plan.”
“…Surely there’s enough time for that? I can handle it myself if needed.”
“If Camula had been present here, would you have wanted that?”
It was a statement that crossed the line.
I stared at Hauser with a cold gaze.
“That’s overstepping your bounds.”
“If I was disrespectful, I will accept any punishment. But in your previous life as well, you never tried to fill every gap yourself, did you?”
I should communicate my intentions clearly to Hauser.
“Hauser, I said I don’t want this.”
“….”
Yet why was it? Hauser showed no sign of backing down whatsoever.
“…Why not observe it directly? The process of memories being revived.”
“When did I have to tell you I dislike this more than once?”
Rather, he seemed ready to act on his own whims regardless.
I had already heard it through Levai.
That Hauser was even more obsessed with his past life than Levai was.
Hauser twisted his lips and drew closer to me. But the current of water I summoned blocked his path.
“I said I dislike this.”
I spoke calmly.
I felt no anger. But the atmosphere had grown taut and sharp.
Hauser stared at me instead of answering.
His eyes gleamed with certainty.
“Then, why not ask the person in question what they think?”
What opinion? From someone who can’t even remember—I was about to frown and say something.
“Ask me what?”
My head snapped around. Camula was standing there, smiling brightly.

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