Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 330

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Side Story: Episode 55
Calypso started to say something, then closed her mouth. Sehera Zade’s eyes had deepened.
In truth, Calypso was curious about her father and mother’s game of hide-and-seek as well, but….
‘She said she left and lived with the sharks.’
She was more curious about the reason everyone thought she was dead, or how she came to change her name.
In any case, her mother in the third cycle had been her benefactor, the teacher ‘Sizer’.
I had hoped to learn the circumstances through this story.
But instead, some childhood friend romance(?) suddenly appeared, which surprised me. Though it seemed she didn’t particularly think of it as romance.
Calypso knew Pierre well.
‘If he had truly disliked her back then, he would have driven her away by any means necessary, even at great cost.’
Perhaps my father Pierre was….
Calypso turned her gaze away mid-thought. Sehera Zade, who had worn a bitter smile for a moment, shrugged her shoulders.
“The rest of the story won’t be particularly pleasant, but do you still want to hear it?”
* * *
The street brawl Pierre started seemed like it would blow over, but it eventually reached the Matriarch’s ears.
Then again, it was only natural—he had been more irritable than usual and unleashed a torrent of water so thick it was visible to the heavens.
In a way, it was both his protest and his warning.
“What made you exert such force?”
As expected, the Matriarch, his mother, let it pass without much comment. Her expression showed little interest.
She would have been even more pleased if Pierre had suffered an injury. But since he won overwhelmingly, all she did was look at her Third Son with regret once more.
“He was being presumptuous.”
Pierre spoke only words his mother would like, without sincerity.
“And it was also the outcome you desired, Mother.”
“Hmm?”
The Matriarch looked up from her documents. Her sharp eyes, magnified behind her glasses, pierced through her son.
“Well, it’s only natural to punish an intruder who enters my domain. Besides, there’s nothing strange about killing the weak.”
The Matriarch said this and lowered her head again.
“So, what about the child I sent? I heard that for a branch family member, she knows how to wield the power of water.”
“You sent her to me without even looking, Mother?”
“I was curious about your judgment.”
A lie. She had simply taken a liking to the Karmin Matriarch’s tongue. Not that she was someone who enjoyed flattery.
She would be planning to cast out the Karmin Matriarch. For daring to insult the direct line.
She was a Matriarch who preached the law of the jungle while remaining ruthless and cold.
Pierre deliberated for a moment.
Scheherazade Kamun’s talent was extraordinary even by his standards. Setting aside her talent for wielding water’s power.
Her combat ability.
She would certainly become one of the most notable among the Orca Family Members in the future. The boy was certain of it.
“Wouldn’t one go mad if they didn’t adapt to this society?”
Yet the young girl looked at the Orca Family with such disdain. The only things she saw were the way they looked at her and how they had looked at her mother.
What lay in those eyes was clearly a long-accumulated disillusionment.
I understand well because I harbor similar sentiments. The young girl despises being entangled in this society.
“I never expected you to fight while protecting such a small child so thoroughly.”
After the fight—after achieving an easy victory—the young girl spoke thus.
It had been effortless for Pierre, but for the young girl who fought with her own body, the seasoned Orca branch Knight proved too much of a burden, leaving her wounded.
Yet from her refreshed and radiant smile, one could sense her joy.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away for a moment.
Was I envying that sense of relief? Something so trivial?
Though Pierre had lost his future to illness, he had been a boy upheld by ability his entire short life.
Ordinarily, he would have answered with his characteristic arrogance. To his mother’s question, he would have casually replied, “Quite a remarkable talent.”
Yet Pierre, for the first time in his life, gave an answer different from his true thoughts—for someone else’s sake.
“It was an unremarkable talent.”
At his blunt response, the Matriarch glanced sideways at her son.
“…I see? Well, if that’s what you say, then so be it. I suppose my expectations were misplaced.”
The Matriarch’s reply ended there. Yet she would take it as truth. She believed her son had no reason to lie.
As Pierre turned away, he felt confusion.
He couldn’t understand his own reasons for doing so.
* * *
Several days passed.
The Serpent’s successor had suddenly disappeared, and the Serpent Matriarch was busy.
Though the aftermath of the street fight had caused quite a stir, Pierre’s own home remained peaceful.
“Thank you so much for helping me! I’ll definitely repay this debt!”
Upon waking, Rayla bowed deeply to the two young people, clenching her tiny fists with determination.
Though neither the boy nor the girl paid it any mind.
“Please come to the restaurant today!”
And today, as Pierre read his book, he received Rayla’s bothersome request.
Reluctantly moving despite his reluctance, he found the restaurant in complete chaos.
I wondered why she bothered to call someone for this.
“…What is all this?”
Scheherazade, despite being a branch noble, skillfully handled cleaning and laundry. She was even professional-level at sweeping fallen leaves.
Yet there was something the young girl couldn’t do.
One of those things was cooking. This wasn’t the first time she’d attempted it—she’d stepped in to help young Rayla before, only to turn the food into charcoal. Pierre had occasionally witnessed it himself, but today that charred mess sat on the table.
The young girl smiled brightly with soot smudged on her nose. Trying to smile elegantly in that state would only look foolish.
Pierre indifferently averted his gaze downward.
“This is my own creation.”
The young girl shamelessly pointed to the blackened charcoal.
Later on, when a suddenly-appeared three-year-old daughter offered to cook and produced something that looked like it had risen from hell itself, Pierre wouldn’t be surprised—because he’d already grown accustomed to it.
“Rayla, throw it away.”
“Ah… yes!”
“Wait a moment, isn’t that too harsh?”
“Wait a moment, isn’t that too much?”
Rayla, who had already been displeased with the unidentifiable dish that had made it onto her master’s table, moved swiftly.
Rayla’s water power, attempting to clear the bowl, clashed tensely in midair against the Young Girl’s water power, which resisted.
The victor was naturally the Young Girl.
“A dish someone prepared with such care!”
“Sehera Zade, that’s not cooking—that’s a weapon! You’re trying to poison people!”
“That’s too much! Rayla, how could you say such a thing too!”
“…Isn’t that the truth?”
Pierre’s water stream lifted the bowl, suspending it gently in the air.
He was about to move it when Pierre hesitated for a moment. The Young Girl was glaring at him with teary eyes.
The bowl rattled slightly, then returned to the dining table.
‘…What was that?’
Pierre couldn’t understand his own actions.
“It’s fine, leave it there. I’ll eat it all anyway.”
The grumbling Young Girl sat down across from Pierre.
Pierre furrowed his brow as he picked up his fork. Soon the fork was lifted by water’s power, pierced the Young Girl’s dish, and returned to him.
‘…Damn, this tastes awful.’
How did such cooking even come into existence? An apology to his tongue wouldn’t be enough for this dish.
Noticing Pierre’s expression, Sehera Zade’s face became slightly pouty. Then she let out a small laugh with a “pfft” sound.
“Yes. Even I can see it was the worst cooking. So bad that you don’t even need eyes to tell.”
“….”
“Since you bothered to eat it and let your expression speak for you, my anger just melted away.”
After the fight, the Young Girl laughed a lot. For some reason, it looked like the face of someone who had let their guard down, which made the Young Boy feel puzzled.
In the end, the meal became the stew that Rayla had made.
“I say again, making such a young child cook is abuse, Young Master.”
“I never asked her to. More importantly, why do you call me that?”
“Because you are a young master, aren’t you? You even look exactly like the word itself….”
“Like a scholar?”
“No, you’re handsome.”
Pierre paused very briefly. Sehera Zade didn’t notice and let out a small sigh.
“That’s why I misunderstood. I thought it was you who abused this child.”
Indeed it was so. After the fight ended and Rayla opened her eyes, the Young Girl heard the full story from her.
How the Young Boy, who had originally intended to live alone here without even a single retainer, had somehow ended up living alone with this young child.
“The young master, I thought he could live alone. How funny! He can’t even do laundry!”
“…That’s true.”
And the Young Girl admitted that she had misunderstood the Young Boy a little—no, quite a bit.
She had hated it when people judged her arbitrarily by her appearance. Yet she too had treated him with prejudice.
She felt sorry.
“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, truly. This is a sincere apology without a shred of pretense.”
Sehera Zade smiled with a hint of apology. The Young Boy couldn’t take his eyes off her beautifully curved lips.
The Orca Family Members generally had sharp and pouty expressions. Perhaps that’s why this was surprising.
“At least you didn’t misunderstand and left. I’m relieved.”
The young girl clapped her hands, as if airing out the space.
“I’ll return to my family today.”
It was an abrupt announcement of parting.

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