Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3
“….”
The Retainer’s face grew contemplative as his gaze flickered between me and the Orca Family Matriarch.
He looked at me with such pity, as though I were already a corpse.
I paid it no mind. If anything, I was thinking how I’d like to pluck out her hair as well.
Thought must be turned into action.
Just as my tiny hand shot forward, it was abruptly stopped by a much larger one.
Was it her hair that blocked me? Or was she angry? Such was my thought in that instant.
“Ha, ahahahahaha!”
The Orca Family Matriarch laughed heartily, clearly delighted.
At the end of her laughter, her gleaming eyes turned toward me—a gaze brimming with lazy satisfaction.
“Pierre, something like this came from beneath that madman who abandoned his life?”
Yet her sharp eyes continued to scrutinize me with keen interest.
A wrinkled, handsome face suddenly loomed before my eyes.
Close enough that every line was distinctly visible.
The Orca Family could infuse their gaze with killing intent.
Those gleaming eyes certainly held more than mere goodwill.
“You’re the first grandchild to pluck out my hair, you tiny little thing.”
“…Ung?”
The Orca Family Matriarch dropped me onto the bed with a thud.
It was hardly appropriate treatment for a baby, but the bed was soft enough that it didn’t hurt.
“Very well. I’ll postpone your disposal.”
In my previous cycles, the moment I regressed, the first thing that happened was being banished to the building farthest from the main house.
“This summer, you’ll be sent to an educational institution.”
“…Yes, Family Head.”
Her elongated eyes turned toward me.
Beneath hair as sleek and glossy as an orca’s skin, her eyes gleamed with lethal intent.
“Listen well, you little dumpling, if you fail to show results at the educational institution, you’ll be exiled to the Cold Valley immediately. Do you understand?”
Always banished for being weak, for failing to awaken the power of water. Such was my fate.
‘Fine then. Just wait and see. I’ll grow strong and leave this family behind.’
Before that, I’d at least get to see that old woman’s face twist in frustration.
‘I’ll become strong enough to drool over, then disappear as the Dragon’s Bride.’
I would become the best. I would become the best no matter what.
Thus, in this life, I changed my beginning.
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One could be sold as the Dragon’s Bride at age ten.
But before that, I was repeatedly sold to other families.
I resisted countless times, threw tantrums, and attempted escape.
Yet with memories of the original story but a powerless body, there was nothing I could do here.
‘In the previous cycle, I could only escape by risking my life.’
But now, having finally mastered the knack of speaking with measured clarity, I had bought myself time.
My task was singular.
‘First, my goal is to survive safely until I turn ten.’
And before that happens, I must avoid being sold to any family connected to the original story.
I already appeared to possess exceptional intellect, but it wasn’t enough.
‘I need a guardian before I turn ten.’
My abilities would develop in time, but until then, I needed at least one reliable guardian to support me.
‘My physical abilities are far too weak. This is unavoidable, having inherited it from Father.’
My three older brothers above me were either blessed with the protection of the ancestors or were remarkable enough to need no protection at all, but I was not.
‘If only I still possessed the power of water.’
So then, who could help me while I grew?
Most adults would refuse to become my guardian.
The Orca Family preferred overwhelming force over intellect, no matter how brilliant.
‘I need an adult with unique tastes who would allow me freedom.’
And I knew exactly one such person.
‘My father. Pierre Aquasiadel.’
My father occupied a peculiar position within the Orca Family.
The Orca Family Matriarch had three sons—the Eldest Brother and Second Brother were rivals since childhood, each boasting formidable abilities—but the Third Brother, Pierre, was different from birth.
He had been born with a frail constitution.
Yet unlike me, who was scorned for my weakness, Father was never dismissed, for he possessed tremendous power of water.
‘The problem was that his weak body limited how he could use that power.’
To describe my father: he was like this.
A weapon with firepower so devastating that all feared it, yet one with limited uses.
Even the Orca Family Matriarch treated him as regrettably useless, and Father withdrew into seclusion.
In the midst of this, he fathered a child through a political marriage, yet he never cared for me as his brothers did their own.
My older brothers showed no interest in Father either.
‘But that indifference is exactly what I need now.’
Currently, I was being carried back to my quarters by the attendant who had brought me.
Strangely, the hands holding me had become more careful than when we departed.
‘It must be because I caught the Orca Family Matriarch’s eye.’
When we arrived at my room, the attendant glanced at me before carefully opening his mouth.
“Young lady, in one week’s time, we will be moving you to new quarters. I shall return then.”
Currently, I resided in the Dilapidated Room at the West End.
The attendant withdrew after mentioning that I would be moved to the far end of the main building.
‘Power truly is wonderful. The moment I caught the Orca Family Matriarch’s eye, they’re moving me. In any case, this room was far too decrepit and dangerous, so this is fortunate.’
The moment I was left alone, I began to waddle about.
In this dilapidated building, there was a single nursemaid who cared for babies like me all at once.
A person who gave us only the bare minimum food to keep us alive, one might say.
The Orca Family’s infants could escape this building the moment they showed promise.
Those born with the power of water naturally lived in the main building from the start and had no need to come here.
I moved forward with steady steps.
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After walking for quite some time, Baby Calypso finally arrived at the place she had been seeking.
Calypso turned her round-cheeked face this way and that as she surveyed the location.
‘It should be around here somewhere… Ah!’
Soon Calypso’s face brightened.
She had found the person she was looking for.
In Calypso’s large eyes appeared a man sitting blankly near the Fountain.
The Fountain here was worn and cracked, appearing shabby as though placed within ruins.
The man sitting there was very tall with a large frame, yet somehow gave the impression of being gaunt.
His collarbones were visible above the round-necked shirt, and the carelessly draped cardigan evoked a languid atmosphere.
His face made that languor appear more mature, and his sharp features even carried a certain decadent impression.
His pale skin, as though he had never seen a single ray of light since birth, further amplified this atmosphere.
‘Hmm, as expected of someone with the powerful blood of the Orca Family, he certainly is handsome.’
Calypso assessed him simply.
The man before her eyes was none other than her father, Pierre Aquasiadel.
Remarkably, throughout three lifetimes, Calypso had only seen her living, breathing father a few times.
The reason was simple to explain.
Before she was sold away in the previous cycle, he had rarely shown his face, and after she was sold, he died of illness not long after.
Despite possessing power that could be called supreme, his weak body could not endure, and he perished.
‘In the previous cycle, after becoming the family head, I only saw him through portraits, didn’t I?’
In this cycle, she had not seen him even once.
She had heard that her father was not even by her side when she was born.
Calypso ran over with quick steps.
Pierre did not turn his head even as Calypso drew very close, his gaze fixed slowly on something distant.
“Mister!”
Only when Calypso finally arrived right before him did he slowly turn his head.
“….”
Calypso examined her father’s face carefully.
Indeed, seeing Pierre alive and moving was fascinating.
‘A person with power comparable to Grandmother’s currently, but with great constraints on that power.’
Moreover, someone with a limited lifespan, destined to die young.
Whether he knew his own circumstances or not, he carried a mysterious atmosphere reminiscent of night beneath a neon sign that did not exist here.
“Hello, mister.”
Calypso smiled brightly, pretending not to know him.
“Do you happen to know where this educational institution is? I need to go there.”
Of course, this was merely an excuse to speak to him—a blatant lie.
Pierre looked at Calypso for quite some time.
Strangely, it would be more accurate to say he simply turned his gaze rather than that he truly looked at her.
As though he could not perceive her existence, his gaze passed right through her, making Calypso feel as though she were transparent.
His eyes were filled with nothing but indifference and lethargy.
Baby Calypso’s round eyebrows shot up sharply.
Baby Calypso was the roundest-faced among the family members. It had always been a source of insecurity.
By the public image of the Orca Family, everyone else had sharp features, yet he alone was round and soft.
But in this moment, he wanted to lift the corners of his eyes indignantly. Hey, I’m upset!
‘Why isn’t he answering?’
Even after thinking this, a sluggish response came only much later.
“You, I heard it wrong for quite some time.”
Pierre’s voice was low and subdued.
As if he hadn’t made a sound in a long time.

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