Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 293

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Side Story: Act 18
Calypso was certain of it.
That man was a fake!
He was definitely trying to confuse me and assassinate me.
And now was the moment.
“Speak plainly. Which lunatic is hiding behind Hauser’s face? Are you an enemy?”
“…That’s unfair.”
The problem was that Hauser, who had approached while gently rubbing his face, suddenly wore a vacant expression.
Then he tilted his head in confusion.
“Um, I don’t remember anything from just now… Did something happen?”
Levai, who had been observing the entire situation, offered a rational comment.
“Didn’t he just get hit in the head and become an idiot?”
Faced with a reasonably sound argument, Calypso lost her words.
What do I do? He’s the charge captain.
* * *
Afternoon, in Cali’s room.
It was a peaceful day—except that my daughter still hadn’t awakened from sleep.
Yes, a scene of perfect tranquility.
“So, how was it?”
I asked without lifting my eyes from the documents.
There was always more work than time.
I chose to move my desk right beside my sleeping daughter’s bed and work there.
‘I want her to see me first when she opens her eyes.’
I sent away my husbands who tried to follow me, giving each of them their own tasks.
I didn’t deliberately drive them out—I simply sent them away because they weren’t doing the work that needed to be done here, unlike me.
In the room where I’d also sent out the maid, there was only the sleeping child and me and one man.
Hauser, who had been sleeping with his head on my thigh and had just opened his eyes.
“…What a blessing that even when I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Your Majesty.”
“…Hey, I’m asking just in case, but did you really talk to me like that in your previous life too?”
“Like what do you mean?”
“Your tone. Your manner of speaking.”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
Hauser smiled faintly while still resting his head on my leg, a glimmer of amusement in his darkly shadowed eyes.
“The Matriarch was slapping my cheek out of nowhere anyway.”
“Serves you right.”
“It was exquisite.”
“You’re insane.”
I pushed Hauser’s cheek repeatedly. Rather than being pushed away, he simply rolled around and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my stomach.
“…Why? I enjoyed it, I’m telling you.”
“I’ve never kept a subordinate who enjoyed being beaten like some kind of pervert.”
“Agenor would be sad to hear that.”
…Wait, that’s true, isn’t it?
“But your fists are still as strong as ever.”
I understood immediately what he meant.
Of course—back then, all I did was brawl.
“Those were my hot-blooded days.”
“I wish you’d used that passion to give me a proper kiss instead.”
I pressed my finger seriously against Hauser’s forehead.
“What the hell did you eat? The kid’s turned into a pervert.”
Hauser chuckled softly, placing his hand over mine on his forehead. He kissed my palm, then gently bit the tip of my finger.
“Wasn’t I always like that? I was plenty perverted in bed too, wasn’t I?”
As if that were something to brag about. I pressed my fingertip firmly against his lips. He just kept chuckling at me.
“You know well enough—how darkly and obsessively I used to gaze at the Matriarch back then.”
“…”
“I never imagined a day like this would come.”
Hauser buried his face in my stomach again, rubbing slightly, which made me furrow my brow.
I was about to bring my hand to his face so I could look him in the eyes and speak—
—when I froze.
“…I truly didn’t know.”
My clothes were growing damp. I had no choice but to stiffen.
‘Why are you crying?’
I couldn’t understand. Or could I? I bit my lip.
Instead of a hundred words, I simply stroked his gray hair gently.
We never mourned our deaths. We simply lived the next life after dying. There was no time to process, no time to grieve.
“Why are you crying, you fool?”
A soft laugh escaped him. They say crying and laughing together is a strange thing.
“…That tone of voice—it’s exactly like what the Matriarch said just now.”
“Of course. We’re the same person.”
“…”
“And so are you.”
Strong arms pulled me into a tight embrace.
I considered telling him to wash the damp clothes, but something told me he’d be delighted to do the laundry, so I held back.
The fact that I was even thinking such trivial things meant I’d been moved as well.
A large hand traveled up my waist. As I leaned my upper body forward in response, his hand gently pulled the back of my neck.
Our lips met.
“In truth, this is my greatest happiness.”
Hauser confessed softly.
“That you’re alive, that I’m alive… and though I hate to admit it, that dolphin is alive too. Our comrades, your brothers—”
They were all people who had died in the final war. I stared ahead for a moment.
It felt as though ruins were spreading before my eyes.
But that wasn’t real.
I flicked him on the forehead.
“Get a hold of yourself.”
He responded with his lips. As they parted, we exchanged breaths for a long moment.
It’s awkward to say, but Hauser was the most perverse of my husbands.
‘What is he doing, trying to devour me whole?’
Even now, his hands came to lick every corner of me….
‘Well, it’s true to his nature, so I can’t complain.’
The face looking up at me was filled with thirst and longing. Seeing those eyes sunken with obsession, a pleasure akin to a shiver ran through me.
“…Restrain yourself.”
“Yes.”
Even as Hauser said that, he pulled me down to sit on top of him. Then he too sat up, raising his upper body.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I’m happy.”
“…Yes.”
“I was so happy that… I proposed to you.”
“You… what?”
I jerked my head up in shock. Hauser laughed with a grin.
Wow, look at those eyes rolling back.
He’d become more human since taking on the role of Grand General. But he still occasionally displayed that madness or eccentricity from the third loop that used to follow me around.
‘…So the other me just heard a sudden marriage proposal?’
“You got punched in the face, didn’t you.”
“Yes, it hurts. Right here. If you touch it, it might feel better….”
He’s being cheeky.
“Be grateful it ended with just one punch.”
“Ah, yes, that seems right. If I’d said one more word, my ribs might have broken.”
Hauser readily agreed.
Then he spoke.
“It seems like I can stay for about three to five minutes at present.”
“Is that so?”
The time I could remain was only that long….
“Then that’s enough. You should go now.”
“That’s too harsh….”
Hauser swept his hand gently up my waist.
Our daughter is sleeping right beside us, you damned orca.
Yet Hauser only buried his face in my neck and didn’t move his hands further.
“…I’m truly grateful. To meet you again.”
“….”
I stroked his head.
“Yes.”
I glance at the ceiling for a moment.
‘It’s something Heila brought upon us.’
Perhaps this would become for us a graduation from one world, I thought.
I pondered for a moment.
‘Of course, the most important thing is the safe return of my beloved daughter.’
* * *
Had I ruined a young man with a bright future ahead of him?
Calypso, who had slapped Hauser across the face, pondered seriously.
“After that… how is he doing?”
“Pardon? Who? Oh, Hauser? He seems perfectly fine to me.”
Matata the Crab Beastkin spoke while chewing bread with his mouth full. He said that eating bread this way made him feel like a fish with bait in its mouth.
I couldn’t understand why he’d say such a thing when he wasn’t even a fish. Though if I pointed out that orcas are mammals and not fish, he’d probably argue back anyway.
Dismissing these idle thoughts, Calypso tilted her head.
“Are you really sure he’s fine? He’s not stuttering or acting strangely different from usual?”
“What do you mean, what?”
An octopus beastkin passing by, Ackfus, suddenly interjected. Ackfus often changed his skin color as he pleased, and today it was a bronze hue.
“Hauser? Isn’t that guy already strange? He’s a lunatic. Hehehehe! All he does is follow the captain around like a puppy…”
“Right, I understand, so that’s enough.”
He’s fine, then. Calypso nodded. If that’s the case.
I shouldn’t worry about it anymore.
‘I’m curious what that sense of discord was, but…’
More pressing matters lay before her.
“Waaahhhhh! Waahhh! Rugaaaa!”
For instance, a small baby who had suddenly begun crying so miserably, and had been doing so for an hour.
‘Why on earth is she crying?’
Cali had started crying ever since she saw a certain ‘graveyard tombstone.’

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