Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 326

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Side Story: Act 51
It was the moment Pierre’s expression darkened further.
Drip.
Blood trickled from Pierre’s nose. Sehera Zade caught herself mid-breath.
As an Orca, she had witnessed bloodshed more than once or twice.
Yet… the crimson blood flowing across skin so translucent and pale it seemed crystalline possessed a strange power that drew her gaze without her consent.
That wasn’t all.
“Cough…! Cough, cough!”
Pierre coughed for a moment before suddenly expelling a mouthful of blood.
‘…So he really is in pain. It seems true.’
An incurable disease, they said.
The sight of a beautiful, pure young boy coughing up blood evoked a peculiar sensation—as if witnessing a bleeding angel.
“Haa…”
When Pierre lifted his head again, a terrible fury entirely different from before burned in his eyes.
He had noticed Sehera Zade’s pitying—and inappropriate—gaze.
How dare she…
“I’m sick of creatures like you.”
The boy’s face bore a bitter resentment far beyond his years.
“You all prattle on about your circumstances, forcing them upon me, acting as you please. You claim to admire me, yet disregard my will entirely.”
The girl stiffened. Sehera Zade certainly had her reasons, but there was no obligation for this boy to understand them.
It was true.
Realizing this in her heart, the girl offered an apology with sincerity and respect.
“…I’m sorry. The truth is—”
“Enough. Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”
The girl’s eyes wavered.
Strangely, the angrier the boy became, the more his innate elegance and refinement were accentuated.
Even as he wiped blood and staggered, his cold gaze remained sharp and piercing.
“In the end, you’re no different from your mother—a creature who devours others’ flesh with nothing but your mouth.”
Sehera Zade endured it. Only now did she fully grasp how she must appear to him.
First, let me explain calmly. I had clear reasons, and they were vitally important to Pierre as well.
I was certain that once I spoke, he would understand.
“Aren’t you just a mutant yourself?”
“…”
Shock flickered across Sehera Zade’s face. Pierre, predator that he was, did not miss that exposed vulnerability.
“You grew up under countless contemptuous stares, yet do you wish to claim you’re different? Or perhaps you harbor some refined hobby of venting your inferiority upon other mutants?”
“…”
“In the end, whether you or I—we’re both mutants, and it wouldn’t be strange to replace that word with ‘defective’ instead.”
Wow. Sehera Zade had to admit it.
‘…This bastard. He’s a mouth of ruin, isn’t he?’
Sehera Zade was a hybrid of Shark Beastkin. If she removed this choker concealing her neck, the gill slits beneath—a characteristic of Shark Beastkin that was like her reverse scale—would be exposed.
She was born from an affair when the Head of the Orca Family was young.
A bastard child—too shameful to acknowledge, yet too talented to discard.
Rip!
The timing was catastrophic. The Young Girl’s choker, which had barely withstood Pierre’s assault, tore apart and fluttered to the ground.
Sehera Zade panicked as the mark on her nape—the most shameful thing she despised showing—was exposed.
The Young Boy’s gleaming eyes fixed on the Young Girl’s neck. Then he laughed coldly.
“Ah, so that’s your ‘flaw’?”
Sehera Zade’s grip on reason snapped. Though she’d been dragged here reluctantly, her mother and she had come uninvited.
She’d tried to handle it carelessly and suppress it.
When someone ignorant of the situation spoke carelessly, she’d swung at him—that was wrong. It was wrong, but…
‘Isn’t this mutual fault?’
Fine then, I can hit him more without any pangs of conscience!
Besides, the Noble House often called her a madwoman anyway.
My first impression was already ruined, so what did it matter?
The Head of Aquasiadel was even more insane, so she might actually be pleased if I hit the Third Son!
Even in her fury, the Young Girl thought coldly. The more enraged she became, the brighter her smile bloomed.
“I’ll be leaving! But…”
“…”
Sehera Zade’s foot moved swiftly. A broken ornament at her feet flew toward Pierre.
Pierre’s water stream leisurely caught it.
“After I turn that handsome face into a bloody pulp.”
The Young Girl smiled beautifully, as if she’d expected this.
“…You’re clearly mad. I’ll roll you up in the carpet and throw you out.”
“How gentlemanly. But isn’t it strange? This society can’t survive unless it’s mad?”
A wave surged behind Pierre.
The pressure was overwhelming—the wave was so massive and fierce it seemed ready to devour everything before it.
Sehera Zade swallowed hard.
‘…So this is the power of the Noble House’s greatest genius.’
Perhaps because she was half-breed, Sehera Zade could control less water than average.
Instead, she was born with a body twice as resilient as others, genius-level combat instinct, and keen sense. She herself knew well that bare-handed combat suited her better.
It was a fact she usually hid.
Because she knew that the more she stood out, the more she’d be exploited by her mother.
People from cadet branches gain attention merely for knowing how to wield water’s power.
It was the only reason her mother hadn’t discarded her despite despising her.
‘If that massive wave rushes in…’
Sehera Zade’s lips curled up involuntarily at the chill. So she was half-Orca after all?
She felt anticipation for the coming fight.
And just as the two were about to clash for the second time.
“Waaaaaait!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud. Tap-tap-tap-tap! A small silhouette darted between the two and skidded to a halt.
Pierre’s brow furrowed, and Sehera Zade froze mid-motion toward the door.
“Wait, wait just a moment!”
Sehera Zade’s eyes widened.
‘This child….’
When I first visited this place with Mother, there wasn’t even a single retainer, and it was so troublesome.
I was barely about to slip in after sensing Pierre’s presence when this child blocked the doorway.
“The Master is resting! You can’t go in!”
As if Mother would listen to such words. After barging in on her own, the image of the child chasing after her in bewilderment remained vivid.
‘I thought she was trembling and hiding in some corner.’
The child was still trembling.
Yet her eyes gleamed with brilliance and spirit. It was an intriguing point for Sehera Zade.
I sensed in this child the same stubborn grain of someone who had clawed her way through life as I had.
The child puffed out her cheeks, glanced nervously, squeezed her eyes shut, and cried out.
“Both of you, I’m truly sorry, but please go outside and fight!!”
From Rayla’s perspective… it was a cry that gave everything she had.
And for good reason.
‘How many days of cleaning is this going to be!’
I’m already serving a master who is finicky and secretly particular about cleanliness, yet doesn’t clean up after herself!!
The room became a complete disaster in an instant. With my own small, delicate hands! It took a full two weeks to clean this room!
This is too much!
“There’s dust everywhere!”
You’re not going to clean it up, are you! You’re not!!
Rayla spoke thus and then heaved a deep sigh. It was half-sincere, half-tearful.
“…Breaking rocks is hard, but you wouldn’t believe how much the Master complains!”
“Anyone listening would think you clean quite well.”
Goodness, look at this master of mine. She’s in no position to call that beautiful person shameless.
“There’s no one who cleans as well as I do!”
“Your sweeping technique is hopeless.”
“The best cleaner among the seven! Rayla is amazing! Amazing Rayla!”
“…Is shamelessness your specialty?”
Sehera Zade listened blankly to the exchange between Pierre and Rayla. The fighting spirit that had filled her entire body had already dissipated in an instant.
Ah, how deflating….
Sehera Zade straightened her posture and scratched her cheek.
Then, suddenly catching sight of something beneath the child’s sleeve, her expression hardened.

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