Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 252

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Chapter 252
“Ah, sorry, sorry. But I happen to have this little trick.”
Camula raised both hands in surrender as she spoke.
Having traveled quite extensively as a mercenary, she’d developed the ability to roughly infer conversations by observing people’s lip movements.
This life was different from my previous one. It was because she’d come directly to Aquasiadel.
‘Damn this variable.’
I pressed my temples firmly once more.
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping without telling you first. But these are people I’m seeing for the first time too—shouldn’t I be cautious?”
“…Aquatic beastkin being stingy with each other.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not a reason to trust. There are aquatic beastkin who bury their own families here, after all.”
I let out a small sigh.
“What are you all hiding?”
I could tell because I knew her nature well.
‘At this rate, she won’t even receive proper treatment.’
Perhaps she might tell Loreille that we were hiding something.
I had no intention of restraining or threatening her.
“It’s not difficult to tell. But only if you swear not to reveal it to anyone.”
“What? What exactly are you scheming…?”
“It’s so absurd that it’ll definitely sound like nonsense. But if you think it’s scheming, you’re welcome to tell Loreille that we’re hiding something. You can say it’s suspicious too.”
Camula narrowed her eyes.
“Fine, I swear.”
Wow, look at that face. She’s absolutely determined to find a loophole in the oath and tell Loreille anyway, isn’t she?
Knowing your opponent too well isn’t always a good thing.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Camula, then I’ll ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you believe in past lives?”
Camula’s expression, which had been so solemn, became bizarre. It was the look of someone seeing a cult follower.
“I hope you’re not making me think Loreille brought in some weird person…”
“Yeah, yeah, but you haven’t answered yet. What do you think about past lives?”
“Ugh, you’re not seriously a weird one, are you?”
“That’s why I warned you. You’re definitely going to hear something that sounds insane.”
“…”
At my calm response, Camula’s expression became enigmatic.
Remembering the old days made me feel a bit more pleasant.
“I met you in my past life. And I remember that life.”
Camula fell silent for a moment, then furrowed the bridge of her nose.
“Wow, that’s seriously insane.”
“Right? But it’s not over yet. This curly-haired friend here with me also remembers the past life, just like I do.”
“…”
Camula’s expression was easy to read.
‘She looked like she wanted to rush back and report to Loreille that we’d all gone mad.’
It was clear she trusted and followed someone other than me. I suppose it would be greedy to feel a little hurt about that.
‘Well, the past life is the past life, after all.’
I thought Camula would absolutely refuse Hauser’s proposal.
“We were hoping you could use ‘Suppression,’ and we’d like you to use it to help us with this operation.”
“I understand. But what does that have to do with all this past life talk?”
“We have no way to teach you that technique, but you knew how to use it in your past life. I believe if my subordinate here can make you recall those memories, you’ll be able to use it.”
Camula’s eyes widened, and then she spoke brightly.
“Oh, that’s all? Then go ahead.”
“…What?”
Before Camula could say more, I hastily reached out my hand.
What was she saying?
“Wait, wait. You seem to be taking this too lightly. This is something that requires careful consideration.”
“Hmm?”
“Reviving those memories means you’d be remembering a life you never lived. Including a terrible death!”
“…Hmm, the way you’re saying it, it sounds like I must have died pretty horribly?”
“…”
“It’s fine. I’ve already seen everything there is to see at that research institute.”
“…”
Camula smiled with that nostalgic expression she’d shown before.
“And remembering that doesn’t make my current life meaningless, does it? If it helps my children and my comrades, I’ll do anything.”
Camula tapped her own disabled leg.
“These are the people who helped me despite being in this condition.”
I tried to persuade her several more times, but Camula wouldn’t budge.
I wiped my face and finally gave Hauser a nod of consent.
I quickly turned my head away. I didn’t really want to see his face.
He’d probably have that look like he was saying, ‘See? Didn’t I tell you to just ask?’
‘…Fine, let’s see what happens.’
How exactly does one revive the past life of a perfectly healthy person?
Hauser approached Camula.
I stepped back slightly, keeping my distance. I could feel warmth from a shoulder.
“…Calypso, are you alright?”
It was Ekion.
Perhaps because of his request to stay quiet no matter what happened when we entered this room.
Ekion, who hadn’t said a word until now, spoke. I gave a bitter smile.
Soon Hauser’s voice came.
“What I’m about to do is similar to hypnosis.”
“What? That sounds like some cult nonsense. It’s not dangerous, is it…?”
“If it looks that way, feel free to strike. Your fists look intact. Or are you intimidated by his size?”
“…I’m sorry, but does he always talk like that without any manners?”
They seemed to bicker for a moment, but soon Camula grasped Hauser’s hands.
Her expression was skeptical, yet her attitude suggested she was willing to give it a try.
“Close your eyes.”
Camula closed her eyes immediately.
Hauser’s method was similar to the ‘hypnotherapy’ he had mentioned beforehand.
First, he made her recall the war. He provided keywords about what she was doing there, guiding her imagination.
That’s how he revived memories one by one.
The scene being revived was none other than… the final battle.
‘This is ridiculous—these aren’t words I wanted to hear again.’
Recalling it anew didn’t cause psychological trauma, but it was a bitter memory nonetheless.
That was when Camula showed a strange reaction—the moment she entered the final phase of the battle in Hauser’s account.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
I opened my eyes wide. Tears were streaming down Camula’s cheeks.
What is this?
“I’ve found a clue. From now on, I will speak only one phrase to you. Think carefully about who said these words.”
“….”
“‘Listen well. This is the last of my tedious speeches.'”
Without thinking, I clenched whatever was wavering before my eyes—I only realized later it was Ekion’s sleeve.
“‘You’ve all suffered through my nagging. Our enemy lies wounded and close at hand.'”
A familiar tone, a familiar cadence.
“‘I’ll say just one thing. Don’t die. We will live and claim all the glory.'”
“….”
“‘I’ll chase you even to hell if you die, so let’s all survive and meet again.'”
These were my words.
“‘I say it again. Don’t die. If you feel death approaching, call for me instead. I’ll die in your place.'”
“….”
“‘So if you don’t want to see me die, then survive no matter how dirty or cowardly you have to be.'”
That’s how I had begged them not to die. I took a deep breath.
‘No, this doesn’t make sense. Hearing these words couldn’t possibly revive their memories, could it?’
It was too absurd.
“‘Don’t die. Live.'”
But if, despite everything, you could recover your memories from just this one phrase…
“Ahhh….”
How much resentment must you have carried when you died?
I bit my lip.
Slowly, Camula opened her eyes. Her dark irises seemed to glow with an even deeper light.
When her gaze met mine as her eyes rolled open, Camula smiled widely through her tears.
Thick tears fell drop by drop.
“…Captain.”
I had always found the title you called me by endearing, but that didn’t mean I wanted to hear it now.
“It’s been a long time.”
“….”
“I didn’t recognize you. Our commander’s magnificent face, I mean.”
I wiped my face.
Truly, if you all remember your past lives simply by repeating my words without a single mistake—
what am I supposed to do?
“…Yes. It has been a long time. Camula.”
But now I could only smile at the joy of reunion.
“We have much to discuss.”

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