Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 328

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Side Story: Episode 53
Calypso blinked her eyes.
A street brawl? For an orca who lived with fighting as a daily occurrence, it wasn’t an unfamiliar word. After all, she herself had gotten into a street brawl at three years old over a dispute.
Of course, it had been to rescue the Beluga Twins.
However, in Scheherazade’s story, it seemed that Pierre and she had buttoned their starting point wrong—in other words, they had gotten off to the worst possible first meeting.
“Surely you don’t mean they each brought their own sides and had a street brawl?”
Scheherazade held back a smile. That smile gradually became a refreshing laugh.
Calypso newly realized that her face resembled her mother’s.
“Unfortunately, it was a fight fought on the same side. A fight that took place while they misunderstood each other and found each other utterly detestable.”
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Scheherazade Kamun came to live in Pierre’s residence.
This fact spread very quickly.
For a while, Pierre had to endure visits from distant relatives pushing their daughters at him, or else hear nonsense about how they too wanted to move in.
Of course, the boy expelled them without mercy. Beastkin who behaved rudely or overstepped their bounds were rolled up and cast out just like the Head of the Orca Family.
On one hand, Pierre felt somewhat relieved. There was no one quite as unhinged—no, as mad—as Scheherazade.
That was because she possessed formidable power even at her young age, and had an impressive temperament inherited from the Matriarch. But the arrogant boy did not know this.
“My, they do fly quite far.”
“Fly away!”
Today too, one of the distant relatives’ Matriarchs became a star shining in the daytime sky and flew away. She was a Matriarch with three daughters.
She was also one who had been expelled after attempting a secret intrusion.
The one consolation was that no one spoke like Scheherazade did, saying that if he expelled her, the Matriarch would appear.
His mother would surely be satisfied merely with Scheherazade Kamun residing here.
She would be confident that things had gone according to her wishes. The boy smiled with a fishy expression.
The girl was leisurely and elegant, yet at the same time willful. She often spoke to the boy, only to be ignored entirely, but she didn’t mind.
What was unexpected was that, unlike a daughter of an orca branch family, she was skilled at both cleaning and laundry.
Pierre harbored a faint question about this, and soon found his answer. That thing around the girl’s neck. Perhaps her weakness.
‘Mixed blood.’
Branch family members receive attention merely for being able to use the power of water. Succession is practically already decided.
Moreover, with the girl’s level of ability, even if the total amount of water she could manipulate through force was limited, her combat prowess alone was talent enough to claim any position in the future.
However, in a conservative branch family, and especially in Kamun where bloodline was valued even more, it seemed she received both expectation and contempt in equal measure.
‘Like me.’
In any case, the girl went about with Rayla, cleaning and doing laundry, without being asked to do so.
“What is she doing right now?”
One day, as Pierre gazed out the window and voiced his question, Rayla, who had been cleaning beside him, came running over.
Outside the window, an old fountain. The place filled with water was packed with sheets and curtains.
The girl, shameless as ever, had rolled up her clothes and was gleefully stomping on the laundry with bare legs.
“Oh, that’s Scheherazade’s training method!”
“Training?”
Pierre’s response was brief before he tilted his head at the way Rayla addressed the girl.
“Why do you call her that?”
“Huh? Since you’re getting married, doesn’t that make me your future master’s wife?”
“Who said anything about getting married?”
Rayla took a step back, sensing the mood. Wait, didn’t allowing her to live here mean he’d consented to it…? Or not?
The world of adults (?) really was complicated!
“Anyway, what kind of training method are you talking about?”
“Oh, wouldn’t it be better to ask me about that?”
A voice came from below. Pierre kept his gaze lowered while remaining leaned against the window.
The young girl, her feet submerged in the fountain, waved her hand—though it was unclear how long she’d been listening.
Transparent streams of water spiraled upward between her slender fingers.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I was just so curious about what you were discussing.”
Given the height, ordinary hearing wouldn’t have allowed her to catch his and Rayla’s conversation.
She’d heard it through the power of water. Pierre’s eyebrow twitched.
He wanted to turn back, but his curiosity about that strange behavior outweighed his irritation.
“So what kind of training is it?”
“Wow, you’re actually interested? Maybe I should write about this in my diary.”
That girl really didn’t suit being grand. Her everyday tone somehow sounded like sarcasm—or perhaps he was listening with bias because he didn’t like her.
But the young boy didn’t yet know that excessive rejection, that is, strong negation, sometimes borders on strong affection.
“I have a relatively small amount of water at my disposal, you see. But in exchange, my body is quite sturdy and my physical strength is incredibly strong, right? Oh, you’ve seen it before, so you’d know?”
“Do you want to go flying this time too?”
“How prickly of you.”
The girl shrugged her shoulders. Then she laughed out loud, seemingly in good spirits.
Pierre suddenly found himself observing the girl’s pearly white teeth, her fresh atmosphere, the soap bubbles rising and floating, her pale skin—before his gaze returned to her face.
His mood felt strange for a moment.
“The thing about laundry is that the stains need to come out evenly, and for that to happen, it’s important to step on it with consistent force. There’s nothing better than this for strength and stamina training.”
Pierre pretended not to care, but he heard every word clearly. And this training would later be used for the sudden appearance of his three-year-old daughter’s training.
“I have a question too! It seems like you don’t use all the rooms, but you do visit other rooms occasionally for a change of mood, right?”
“…”
“It’s nice when you enter a room and find a pleasant fragrance. It’s refreshing.”
The girl said that much and then turned her head away. Her attitude suggested she’d said all that was necessary.
Then she began humming cheerfully and continued treading on the laundry.
Her long, tied-back hair swayed gently. The small hum, seeming as though it might break but never quite breaking, echoed in Pierre’s ears for a long time.
The boy didn’t realize he was listening intently to the girl’s song.
He gazed at her endlessly until the laundry was finished.
Young Rayla glanced at Pierre like that and quietly retreated.
‘…They’re going to fight again, aren’t they? I should put away anything breakable!’
Whatever Pierre thought, Rayla was glad that Scheherazade, her future master (?), had come here.
It was easier than working alone, and the girl had been kind to her.
The child had an independent nature and didn’t get lonely easily. Yet being a child, she was still starved for affection.
The girl was beautiful and kind. They say kindness is poison in this world, but Rayla had helplessly given her heart to the first kind person she’d ever met.
She didn’t want to return to the family forever.
I had gone behind the building to move fragile items and dispose of trash when I felt it.
‘A barrier of water?’
I had barely walked a few steps when I sensed something strange. As I lifted my head, I could see a barrier that had been erected around me.
“Hello, Rayla. Looks like you’ve been having fun.”
A sixteen-year-old girl with the same hair color and similar face to Rayla appeared with a giggling laugh.
She was Layla’s Sister.
The Young Boy’s face went pale. Not only her sister, but several other children visible around me. And even a few Stoic Knights.
…It seemed they had come with intent.
‘I need to get back right now!’
The Young Boy turned around, but the hemispherical water barrier had been formed quite large.
Rayla guessed what had happened to her.
“Ah, you won’t be able to escape with your meager strength. Today, your sister borrowed a little power from the family elders.”
“….”
“You, who dared to presume yourself worthy of serving our master—or rather, that great X divine young master—without even being noticed.”
Her sister spoke mockingly of the master without hesitation. Rayla cried out.
“Don’t speak of my master that way! You wicked orca!”
“…My, you can actually raise your voice?”
Her sister’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then her face flushed as if she had been insulted.
Though she spoke as if unbothered, her pride was wounded that such a tiny Young Boy would dare shout at her.
It was especially galling since her mother seemed to be taking notice of that child’s talent.
“But that will be your last. From today on, we won’t have reason to see each other again.”
Her sister conjured forth a torrent of water. The children around her sister giggled with amusement.
“Unfortunately, you won’t even have a grave. Farewell.”
And countless streams of water surged toward the Young Boy.
At the same moment.
“…!!”
The Young Boy and Young Girl simultaneously jerked their heads up.

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