Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 325

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Side Story: Episode 50
Pierre felt irritation and a headache coming on.
What was this shamelessness?
The reason Pierre had taken no action was because he was confident he could expel her whenever he wished.
He thought that if he wrapped her up in water like he had the Girl’s Mother and threw her out, what could she possibly do but struggle?
People thought Pierre lived without thinking, but he was actually quite strict about rewards and punishments.
The Girl’s Mother, the Head of the Orca Family, had done something deserving of punishment, but the Girl had not.
Of course, she had been rude, but not rude enough to warrant being thrown out, so he had simply let it be.
Pierre’s eyes narrowed quietly.
‘Now that I look at her…’
Since he had no interest, only now did her face become visible to him. She certainly had an objectively beautiful face.
But to Pierre, who had no interest in appearances, there was nothing particularly striking about it.
There was only one point that caught his attention.
The Orca Beastkin, whether large or small, all shared sharp features in common. It was a basic characteristic.
“…Is it the courtesy of a Duke to use the power of water against someone who merely spoke to you?”
Yet the Girl before him was different. Her eyelashes were long and full, and her eyes and features were all rounded—if anything, she resembled a Dolphin.
Of course, she felt different from the Dolphin-type Beastkin Pierre had seen coming and going.
But that was the comparison.
And a mutation among the Orca Clan, which seemed savage yet was traditional and conservative…
…was easy prey for extinction.
Like himself, who had become an idiot from illness.
The Girl smiled like a doll, all sweetness and light.
Come to think of it, even when her Mother was beaten or sent flying, she had only been briefly startled at first, then maintained the same expression throughout.
“If you drive me away, I’m certain the Duke will regret it.”
What did he care? From the start, he was a boy accustomed to the Matriarch’s threats.
“Your silence means consent, doesn’t it? Thank you, Duke. I’ll live quietly.”
The Girl spoke shamelessly once more. This time, Pierre did not hold back.
Whoooosh!
A torrent of water engulfed the spot where the Girl had been. Just as before, she dodged it lightly.
This time, Pierre was not caught off guard either. There was no need to be surprised twice.
‘Like a loach.’
The Girl dodged everything with incredible speed, as if she had only trained in evasion.
And she did this while wearing that fluttering skirt and uncomfortable children’s shoes.
‘Is it innate physical ability?’
Whether she had good instincts, innate physical ability, or both.
Time would tell.
Pierre generated more water streams without hesitation. If two wouldn’t work, then five. If five wouldn’t work, then seven.
When the water streams had increased to eight in total.
The Girl’s expression hardened.
“…You certainly have terrible taste, Duke.”
Pierre felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction at the sight before him.
He simultaneously noticed that the doll-like smile had never truly pleased him.
Was this not exactly like his own behavior from earliest childhood, when he’d learned to read the room carefully before his mother for the sake of survival?
“I’ll give you one last chance. Leave on all fours, Young Lady.”
Pierre gestured toward the door with his eyes, indicating the way out.
“Ah, so you mean I can enter any room in this place? How considerate of you to guide me to the corridor.”
“….”
Had she truly lost her mind? Pierre was genuinely taken aback.
Since the moment he’d awakened his power over water, he’d never known a day without reverence.
Even now, confined to bed by illness and pointed at in scorn, it remained the same.
People feared him, and whenever he displayed even a fraction of his power, they instinctively withdrew.
This had been true since his earliest years.
Faced with situation after situation that defied his expectations, young Pierre found himself speaking without thought.
Irritation had much to do with it.
“Do you inherit your shamelessness from your mother?”
Perhaps it was a sensitive nerve he’d struck.
The faint smile that had lingered on the girl’s face vanished entirely.
Yet Pierre did not wait for her serious expression to settle.
Whoooosh!
Eight streams of water moved like whips—sometimes savage, sometimes probing for openings.
The girl, Sehera Zade, evaded while gritting her teeth.
“…Who exactly did you say I resembled?”
“Do I need to say it twice for you to understand?”
Pierre furrowed his handsome brow as he spoke, as though deeply annoyed. Sehera Zade’s lips twitched.
Soon the girl, who had clenched her mouth shut, lowered her head—then snapped it back up.
“That was a mistake on your part.”
In the same instant, Sehera Zade kicked sharply through the air, removing her shoes.
“How fortunate. Thank you so much for attacking first.”
One shoe flew through the air, followed swiftly by the other. The barefoot girl positioned one foot behind her.
A combat stance.
‘…So it was martial arts.’
Her demeanor had transformed entirely. The girl rolled up her sleeves and clenched her fists.
“I have a principle of not striking the innocent. I apologize in advance.”
“If that’s what you say, then I’ll simply have to drive out your rudeness.”
More streams of water materialized beside Pierre. The girl no longer smiled with elegance.
A sharp, vicious smile spread across her face—one that radiated overwhelming pressure despite her round features.
“Yes, do try not to get swept away.”
Pierre’s water streams shot toward Sehera Zade’s vital points instead of answering. The girl channeled all her strength into her fists.
Boom!
“I admit I was shameless.”
Splash! Thwack!
Water and fist collided. Remarkably, from the clash of water against water, the stream fractured.
The shockwave from the Young Girl’s punch overwhelmed it, distorting the current.
“I wish you’d at least asked for a reason, but that’s my problem. So please retract that damned comment about me resembling my Mother.”
Pierre gazed at the water stream indifferently, then conjured more, merging them together.
“I refuse.”
The twisted water stream resembled a colossal whip. Pierre sneered.
“You call the same thing the same, don’t you? The more you act like this, the more brutish you become—just like her. What a fantastic mother-daughter relationship.”
As those words left his lips, the Young Girl lunged forward.
Crash!
Water surged beneath her feet, but instead of evading further, she met each stream head-on with her fists, dismantling them one by one as she advanced.
“I’ve learned something from facing countless unlucky Orca Beastkin, you see?”
Sehera Zade laughed.
In the same instant, her figure vanished from before him. Pierre conjured water in shock at the Young Girl’s sudden appearance, but only briefly.
Yet her clenched fist was faster still.
Pow!
The Young Girl’s fist struck Pierre’s cheek directly. For him, it was the first blow he’d taken since awakening his water power—excluding his Mother.
Meanwhile, Sehera Zade was startled.
‘The distance….’
It was closer than expected. Though she’d already marveled at his appearance from afar, the sickly boy was an Orca Beastkin who shone even more brilliantly up close.
Even the Young Girl, who had never been swayed by beauty, found her eyes captivated.
Pierre staggered backward.
He grasped his cheek and lifted his head fiercely. His expression burned with fury that reached the tips of his hair.
Sehera Zade felt an inexplicable exhilaration.
The boy who had shown no change in expression from their first meeting, even while hearing the Matriarch’s threats.
His expression had shifted because of her—even if it was anger.
‘…He looked helpless.’
As if she were witnessing her own reflection—forced to surrender to her Mother and compelled to do countless things against her will.
The boy and the Young Girl mirrored each other like reflections in glass, yet neither realized this truth.
“Does it hurt?”
An elegant smile bloomed across the Young Girl’s face once more. Yet the previous atmosphere had vanished, and that elegance now bordered on mockery.
“For someone comparable to the next Matriarch, your physical form is rather lacking.”
I punched you. Do you understand? The boy’s eyes sharpened at the implication behind her words.
His pride had clearly been wounded.
“You, to me….”
“It was you who first used your water power against me, sir.”
You started this, didn’t you?
Of course, Sehera Zade understood the situation well, and she was even more aware that she had behaved shamelessly toward him.
Still, it wasn’t violence.
“Why is it acceptable for you but not for me?”
“…Pick one—formal or casual speech. Just be consistent.”
Sehera Zade’s smile deepened further.
“Should I?”
“…Are you insane?”
“Probably.”
Sehera Zade laughed and stepped back. Then she grasped her skirt, which had become disheveled from their earlier scuffle, and offered a bow.
It was a ridiculous gesture—one that would have been better left undone.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
The young boy and girl, locked in an intense gaze, were each twelve and thirteen years old.

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