Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 324

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Side Story: Episode 49
Needless to say, Pierre didn’t listen properly. He’d only asked for a name because he needed something to call her when necessary.
Pierre allowed Rayla to follow him deeper into the building.
The exterior was a mess, but the interior was even worse.
“Wow, is this building being demolished soon! A temporary residence!”
“No.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s my house.”
“….”
Wait, it wasn’t temporary? And he’s supposed to be a distinguished direct descendant of the Orca clan?! Rayla hesitated for a moment.
But she didn’t give in and scurried after him again. She walked just fine despite one ankle being completely dislocated.
‘Is she using water power to compensate?’
For her age and not even being a direct descendant, that level of application was quite impressive.
So that’s why she was getting beaten so badly. It wasn’t unusual in Orca society.
“Clean.”
Pierre found a suitable bedroom and sprawled out on the sofa.
Of course, before that he’d thoroughly soaked everything with his water power, then extracted only the dust-laden water outside.
Rayla watched from beside him, marveling at how he used his water power.
‘It can be used like that? How did he do it?’
Rayla didn’t dislike practical combat and fighting, but she was more of a scholar at heart. She enjoyed research and teaching.
She secretly dreamed of becoming a teacher. Surviving in her sister’s hands came first, and to do that, she had no choice but to take her sister’s position and become the Matriarch!
“What are you doing? Clean.”
“Oh, yes!”
Rayla looked around and found an old broom and dustpan.
Fortunately, since her sister always gave her all sorts of miscellaneous tasks, she was confident in cleaning and cooking!
Amazing me! Amazing Rayla!
‘Good, let me learn a lot from this distinguished prince!’
For some reason, since he said this ruined place was his home, she decided to stay and survive here while also watching how he used his water power.
“Oh, by the way, Prince, where should I make my room?”
“Figure it out yourself.”
“Oh, then a room bigger than yours, Prince…!”
“Will that work?”
“Yes!”
Rayla was an optimistic child.
And so began the strange cohabitation of two children.
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Rayla was more resourceful than expected. Growing up without even a retainer and having to survive alone, the abuse and her environment had contributed to this.
Thus, Rayla easily found the kitchen in the dilapidated manor. And from the crumbling tool cabinet, she found cleaning supplies worth using.
That wasn’t all. Until she met Pierre, Rayla had treated her own wounds from beatings. She was used to treatment from being beaten so much by her sister.
The child was satisfied with just this. She asked nothing of her new, cold-hearted master!
‘Let me just think of him as a handsome statue!’
Food was delivered to the front of the Building without fail, so there were no problems.
“…Excuse me, the Third Prince is breathing, right?”
“….”
“If he’s not even breathing there, what’s the difference between him and dust?”
“You’re being loud, so get out of here.”
“But then when am I supposed to clean?”
“Just stay quiet. Quietly.”
The real problem was the newly appointed master, Pierre. He truly did nothing at all.
I even wondered if he’d end up fused to the sofa from lying there so much.
Thanks to the power of water, he remained clean every day, but aside from that, he wouldn’t have seemed out of place as a statue lying there.
The only thing he did was read books, if anything.
‘…Annoying Young Boy.’
Meanwhile, Pierre was growing weary in his own way.
Being chased around with nagging—it was something even the Retainers couldn’t manage. Not just the Retainers? It was something even most collateral branch Matriarchs couldn’t do.
There was only one reason he hadn’t driven her away.
…She was damnably good at cooking. And on top of that, she cleaned remarkably well.
In any case, aside from the squeaking Young Boy Retainer(?) chasing him around, it was a very pleasant place.
He thought being driven out was for the best. How quiet it was.
And the dilapidated Building was handled by the collateral branch family that came looking for him. They repaired it eagerly to make a good impression on him.
Yes, so he thought there would be no more annoying things, no more faces twisted in pain to see.
But a few days later.
“Greetings, Pierre Aquasiadel.”
Pierre stopped reading his book and frowned with his handsome face.
Most collateral branch families were obedient, but occasionally there were those who didn’t fall into that majority.
An uninvited guest who appeared on a whim was like that.
One adult Orca Beastkin standing with confidence, and one small Young Girl.
The Young Girl with the unusual appearance he’d seen that day—the collateral branch girl with main branch characteristics—appeared before his eyes.
And behind her, in the corner, there was even one voluntary Retainer trembling and gauging the mood.
‘Tsk.’
Just when he was starting to like this secluded life….
“Hahaha, greetings, Third Prince. You remember me, don’t you? I am Stia Kamun.”
The woman rubbing her hands together looked like the Young Girl’s guardian. If it was ‘Kamun,’ it was one of the Orca collateral branch families.
A family of medium size, neither large nor small.
A rather weak family, they were the type that clung here and there like bats on land.
“Ahem, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to greet the Third Prince?”
The Matriarch grabbed her daughter’s shoulder firmly. The veins on the back of her hand were prominent enough that it must have hurt considerably, yet there was no disturbance in the Young Girl’s expression.
“Yes, Mother. Of course.”
Unlike her expressionless demeanor before the Matriarch.
The Young Girl smiled brightly at Pierre. It was an elegant and composed smile unbecoming of her age.
“I apologize for not introducing myself last time. My name is Scheherazade Kamun, Pierre.”
Pierre’s eyes narrowed once—a clear dismissal. Yet the young girl grasped her skirt hem and offered a gentle curtsy.
“The Matriarch has graciously decided to accept me as your betrothed. I look forward to our future together.”
“Ho ho ho, did you hear that? Your Highness? Our Kamun has been so honored to receive the Matriarch’s selection!”
The Matriarch of Kamun could not finish her words.
Crash!
The Matriarch flew backward. Where she had stood, a torrent of water writhed like a serpent, undulating with barely contained fury.
“How shameless—boasting about becoming a puppet.”
“Cough, hack, cough cough! Y-Your Highness?”
Pierre knew his mother’s temperament well. She cared not for the identity of her partner, so long as she could bear his children.
Which meant the criteria she used to select, given her rather twisted tastes, was painfully obvious.
“Predictable as always. Mother must have chosen whichever beast could most eloquently and beautifully flatter my desires.”
“W-well, that is to say….”
“And you wagged your fins happily in agreement. Isn’t that how it always goes?”
Step, step.
The Matriarch of Kamun felt fear. Was this the power of Pierre, once a strong candidate for the next Matriarch position?
Merely a boy, and yet…a different kind of dread seized her than when standing before the Matriarch.
“Cough, no! You misunderstand!”
The boy’s face, beautiful beyond measure and almost sacred, held only a cold expression.
“Fine then. Tell me—what did you say to my mother to secure this betrothal?”
“That is…!”
“I’ll verify it with Mother, so you’d best speak truthfully. You know well that Mother wouldn’t bother lying for a single orca, don’t you?”
Rather, she would speak honestly, eager for a fight. The Matriarch of Kamun understood this easily.
Simultaneously, her words caught in her throat. How could she confess the truth?
She had obtained this position through curses and insults, mockery so vile she dared not repeat them.
To speak now would be tantamount to admission.
The boy laughed coldly.
Crash!
The unconscious Matriarch was hurled out the window. Pierre turned his head.
“You too. Get out.”
The young girl’s expression did not waver. Still smiling, she spoke.
“I cannot leave this place, for I have received Mother’s orders.”
Her voice and manner were modest.
She was the very model of nobility, yet Pierre’s eyes saw nothing of value in her.
It was when Pierre reached out with an irritated expression.
The young girl stepped back lightly. The movement was truly graceful, and yet…
‘She dodged?’
She had effortlessly evaded the torrent of water Pierre had unleashed.
“…I am truly sorry. But I cannot leave this place….”
The young girl drooped her eyebrows pitifully. She had lowered them so much that it appeared exaggerated.
The young girl blinked her eyelashes and spoke with shameless audacity.
“So please let me live here as well.”

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