Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 30

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 30
I didn’t need Pierre to tell me.
It wasn’t as though I had no way of finding out anyway.
I could always run straight to Rayla and ask her directly.
Being the type to cleanly abandon what couldn’t be done, I was about to point out that the food was cooling down in real time as I sat here.
To eat it before it got cold.
But my words never became language.
“You said you cherish and love him?”
Pierre had spoken first.
My eyes rolled about helplessly.
“Didn’t you say it yourself? That your father cherishes and loves you dearly.”
“…That’s true.”
Pierre picked up his knife and fork, then casually sliced through the salmon that was slightly charred at the edges.
Soon a small piece was pressed firmly onto his fork.
“Then that must be your answer.”
Watching Pierre bring the piece to his mouth, I found myself with nothing to say.
* * *
Agenor, Pierre’s third son.
From childhood, the boy was an Orca blessed with a single exceptional talent.
Borrowing Calypso’s words, Pierre’s three sons were truly “the talented ones” bestowed by heaven itself.
Among them, Agenor was particularly gifted in the applied techniques of wielding the power of water.
But Agenor knew well.
That applied techniques would inevitably reach their limits when confronted with pure raw power.
He knew this, but there was no one among his peers capable of demonstrating it to him, so Agenor had grown arrogant.
“You truly are the son of Pierre.”
He was indeed Pierre’s son.
Of course, his father had given him nothing but talent, strength, and his body—but the same was true for his older brothers, so it mattered little.
From childhood, Agenor wielded this innate ability freely.
At least, he never wielded it against those weaker than himself.
There was no fun in that.
“Tch, this persistent bastard. Come at me when you’re two years older.”
He would challenge his second brother Atlant, with whom the age gap was relatively small.
Or he would challenge Orcas slightly older than himself.
Sometimes he even challenged his eldest brother Bellus, knowing he would lose.
After all, the brothers harbored no familial affection for one another—they only plotted each other’s deaths when they met—so it mattered not how badly he was injured.
“Aaaah, I-I lost! I lost, Lord Agenor!”
At some point, winning had simply become tedious for Agenor.
As word of his strength spread, there was no one within the institution willing to face him.
How frustrating.
Agenor truly loved watching those stronger than him stumble when they let their guard down.
That’s why, upon entering the Intermediate Institution, I decided to hide my true identity.
This succeeded, and I was ostracized quite thoroughly.
It offered a rather unique form of stimulation.
When you think about it, ostracism is simply excessive attention in a different form.
Agenor knew that those who provoked him would one day crumble beneath his hand, and this knowledge thrilled him. He had been waiting for that day.
“Big brother. It’s you, right?”
He never dreamed it would all collapse in a direction he hadn’t anticipated.
‘No matter how I think about it, this is absurd.’
Agenor stood in comfortable training clothes, his expression utterly bewildered.
He couldn’t understand why he was even here.
Of course, not coming would have wounded his pride, so he had no choice but to show up.
One week ago.
My younger sister Calypso suddenly appeared.
Not only did I lose to that tiny thing, but I even found myself begging her in a moment of weakness.
When I later heard that my younger sister was only three years old, I felt nothing but self-loathing.
But the absurdity didn’t end there.
The place that Calypso, who had defeated me, led me to was none other than our father Pierre’s Residence.
“Would you perhaps need a second disciple?”
When I heard those words, I was certain this younger sister of mine had to be insane.
The Orca Family had such people.
Children who were incredibly strong but carried one fatal flaw.
Just as our father Pierre possessed tremendous power but a weak body, there existed those whose minds occasionally went astray.
My pride was wounded thinking that if I lost to someone mentally unsound, what did that make me?
But what was truly absurd was that our father, whom I was meeting for the first time, actually listened to what my younger sister said!
‘Sigh.’
And so, before I could even call my father “Father,” I found myself calling him “Teacher.”
‘How is this even unfolding?’
Just like Calypso, I too was growing like a weed without any particular guardian.
My two older brothers above me seemed to have found their own paths, but I still had to find mine.
To do that, becoming stronger was a good thing.
Yes, thinking that way, I somehow managed to accept this absurd situation… but then.
‘This is seriously. Unbelievable.’
Agenor swallowed hard as he looked at the sight before him.
“Three hundred thirty-five!”
“Your right leg. It’s wavering.”
“Aaaah! I got it, I got it, so stop making the stones bigger!”
My three-year-old younger sister Calypso was doing bunny hops.
Yes, she could do bunny hops. With her round appearance that didn’t look like an Orca at all, it actually suited her quite well.
…The problem was the weight of the stones hanging from that tiny body.
‘How many kilos was that again?’
Reassessing the weight of the stone, it was undoubtedly heavier than Calypso’s body mass as she bounded about.
But that wasn’t all.
‘Throwing stones? Using the power of water, no less?’
Each time Calypso performed her rabbit hops, Pierre—sitting casually by a nearby fountain—would toss a stone her way.
And the size of the stones kept growing larger…!
This was truly an absurd sight to behold.
‘This is impossible! At that age, I could barely manage to run.’
Agenor himself possessed considerable talent, so he could recognize it when he saw it.
He too had lived unnaturally at three years old, displaying talents far beyond what a normal three-year-old should possess.
But he could never have accomplished anything like this!
‘A normal three-year-old can’t even do five hundred rabbit hops! Can’t do it!’
If I had forced my three-year-old self to perform rabbit hops while carrying a stone heavier than my own body, I would have either fled or suffocated under its weight.
It’s impossible. Truly impossible.
Even my Eldest Brother, who surpasses me, would find this impossible.
Gulp.
Over the past week, Agenor had come to understand.
…The reason why that tiny younger sister had no choice but to surpass him.
No, this was a battle he was destined to lose from the start.
“Ugh, Teacher. You’re not really going to throw that, are you?”
“Why would I have brought it if I wasn’t going to throw it?”
“This is murder! No, it’s fishing for death, fishing for death!”
“You have enough breath to talk nonsense, so we can increase the difficulty.”
“Huff, huff, this is far too difficult, Teacher.”
Through Agenor’s eyes, everything that Calypso and Pierre themselves had not realized was laid bare.
No matter how he looked at it, this was not ordinary training.
‘Why can she endure this training through the power of water, yet still cannot materialize it?’
The fact that she could endure this training was naturally because of the water’s power.
It also meant her body could withstand the water’s force.
With her body and spirit so thoroughly prepared, yet lacking only awakening—this was a research opportunity.
If he presented her to the Orca Research Institute within the family, those obsessed with research would leap with joy at the prospect.
Agenor clenched his fists tightly.
Agenor Aquasiadel.
He enjoyed toying with those stronger than himself and watching them crumble, such was his nature.
His mind worked quickly, and it was twisted.
Yet simultaneously, he possessed the ability to accept this situation and acknowledge it cleanly.
‘She’s the real deal…!’
The stronger an Orca, the fiercer their hunger for power.
And their reverence and obsession with the strong ran equally deep. ‘If you cannot possess it, destroy it’ was their creed.
But what if she were a strong one you could not destroy?
Then you must embrace her.
I had to respect her!
“What are you doing? It’s your turn next.”
In Agenor’s eyes, Calypso, who was keeping up with this training, was truly insane.
But his own father, who was putting this groundbreaking(?) training on a three-year-old, was no ordinary madman either…!
Of course, if we were comparing degrees of insanity, Calypso was marginally ahead.
No matter how Agenor looked at it, that was not training anyone could handle.
After days one, two, and three brought shock, days four and five brought fury, and he finally reached the acceptance phase on day six.
A brilliant light sparkled in Agenor’s eyes like stars.
“I would like to request a smaller stone than Calypso’s, Teacher.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————