Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 337

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Extra Side Story Episode 1
*A story of what would have happened if Calypso had gone to the Black Panther family in the third cycle and caused chaos there.
In the third cycle, Calypso suddenly made a decision.
Ah, I need to destroy them all.
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My name is Calypso Aquasiadel.
If I were to sum up my life in one sentence, it would be this.
I was reincarnated into a world from a book and drew the short straw with a pathetic character. On top of that, I became a Returner without ever wanting to.
‘I suppose you could call it unfortunate.’
Moreover, this life was my third—my third cycle.
But when I look back on my past lives, I’ll give my assessment with complete honesty.
Yeah, it’s been absolute garbage.
There were times I thought, how could reincarnation and regression both happen to me? What kind of cursed existence is this?
On the other hand, one might say being a Returner should be advantageous, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for me.
A weak modern human failed to use regression properly.
‘But looking back now, the most pathetic part was how hard I tried to be loved in cycles one and two.’
I was born into this world as a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, showered with love beneath my adoptive parents.
Surviving in this damned world where might makes right as an intellectual from the modern era was far from easy.
‘And the political scheming on top of it all.’
Just look at me dealing with a child and peddling myself as the Dragon’s Bride and whatnot.
It was an unbearably difficult place for a young me, so it was only natural that I developed various nervous disorders.
And so, the third cycle.
On the way being dragged back to the imperial palace, I suddenly thought.
No, let me correct that.
Splash!
The day I arrived at the Black Panther Manor, drenched in filthy water amid their sneering laughter.
“Ugh, where is that fishy stench coming from?”
In cycles one and two, that moment would have only brought sorrow and despair.
But I suddenly thought.
As I wiped away the foul-smelling water dripping from me.
‘Come to think of it, this is ridiculous.’
Why should I.
Endure these bastards?
What began as a fleeting thought like sea spray soon became a raging tidal wave.
After spending four months in the capital experiencing various hardships, I finally ended my long period of regret and rumination.
‘So what if I regret it?’
That’s how it became. Once I accepted that death meant starting over, my personality and perspective on events shifted.
If this is a Returner’s enlightenment, wouldn’t it have been nice to realize it when I died the first time?
But humans don’t change so easily, so I accepted it.
And so, I, at ten years old.
I remained a hostage brought here as a Noble Lady, and the fiancée of Asel Panterion, the Eldest Brother of the Black Panther House.
Moreover, at the first opportunity, I was destined to be offered as the Dragon’s Bride.
‘A Dragon’s Bride and a fiancée? Does that even make sense? These lunatics.’
Four months had passed. It was a meal time.
Unlike usual, this gathering was nothing but silent.
A long dining table lined with silver utensils.
Throughout the space hung emblems symbolizing the Black Panther House—’Panterion’.
‘No wonder they call it a house with such disgustingly high pride.’
Beneath the chandelier engraved with the house’s emblem sat the Black Panther Dragon Duke, Debana Panterion, at the head of the table.
Black clothing, black hair. As always, his face bore faint wrinkles.
The Dragon Duke’s gaze slowly swept across the dining hall before stopping at one point.
I didn’t need to look to know. It was me.
“….”
Just as in the first and second cycles, whether I went to the Black Panther House or the Imperial Palace, these damned fools would neglect me for three or four months upon my arrival.
They wouldn’t visit, wouldn’t tell me anything.
They were making me understand.
That my place here was nothing more than a worthless insect.
“There’s a stench.”
Though spoken quietly, because it came from the Dragon Duke’s voice, the air above the table froze in an instant.
Yet I picked up my fork.
Without hesitation, I cut a piece of meat and placed it in my mouth.
‘Damn these bastards….’
Disgustingly salty.
Mine must be the only one like this, right?
Still, I chewed calmly without any reaction.
“Is that so?”
“….”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Only the soft sound of chewing meat echoed.
I glanced upward.
“Father?”
From experience, this Dragon Duke despised such a form of address. It was laughable. He was the one who accepted the hostage arrangement, wasn’t he?
Then why make me a fiancée?
“Haha, is your nose dull?”
A scoff was heard. When I looked up, it was Palaya Panterion, the Second Brother.
Long hair, an attractive young boy with an androgynous face, yet unbearably arrogant.
“The sea stench is this strong.”
He covered his nose and made a retching gesture.
I took a sip of water.
Currently in this Manor were the Dragon Duke Panterion, his Eldest and Second sons, and their adopted daughter, Lili.
Lili wasn’t here because she was unwell. In other words, those who didn’t need to watch the young boy’s expression or worry about her ears were excited to hold a mocking party.
I set down my glass without even glancing at them.
“You reek of blood over there. Ah, is this what they call a fishy stench?”
Palaya Panterion’s expression hardened.
“You hunt often, don’t you?”
“….”
“I’m not fond of fishy smells either.”
As I lifted the corners of my mouth slightly, this time it truly fell silent.
My fiancé, Asel Panterion, set down his knife.
Black hair, crimson eyes. He looked devastatingly handsome, as befitting the male lead of this book. But I knew better than anyone that he was nothing but garbage dressed up in a pretty exterior.
“Your tongue is crude.”
Only then did I lift my head.
I’d seen their faces once when I first arrived at this place.
It had been four long months since I’d last seen my fiancé’s face.
Our eyes met for the first time.
A gaze no different from then, and no different from the past—cold and filled with contempt.
“Crude?”
“Unbecoming of a noble.”
“Ah.”
I nodded briefly.
“Then shall we break the engagement?”
Silence.
Second Brother nearly burst into laughter before hastily covering his mouth.
What else could I do.
Should I cater to your whims?
This stinking land-dwelling bastard.
That’s when the Dragon Duke, who had been watching, narrowed his eyes.
“Calypso Aquasiadel. It seems you don’t understand your position.”
“I do.”
I picked up my knife again and cut into the meat. Knowing it was salt-crusted, I didn’t eat it but merely toyed with it, pushing it around.
“I’m a hostage.”
My voice was indifferent and composed.
“And?”
“….”
“You’re not going to kill me.”
Kill me then. I’d prefer if war broke out and everything was destroyed.
Thinking this, laughter spilled out naturally.
“If you were going to kill me, you would have already.”
Unfortunately.
Then Asel spoke in a low voice.
“I can’t quite grasp the situation.”
Yeah, the situation is that your family’s meat is too salty. Am I chewing on a lump of salt or actual meat?
Still too salty, you bastards.
“No, it’s fine.”
I took a sip of water, set it down, and asked.
“But I’m still curious….”
My gaze swept across the lavish dining table. Everyone dressed impeccably.
“Why go to such lengths?”
The Dragon Duke’s eyebrows twitched.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s no need to make it so obvious that you dislike something.”
I lifted the corners of my mouth and smiled brightly.
“Adults at that, and from a ducal house no less, acting so childishly.”
As the Dragon Duke’s eyes narrowed, someone interjected.
“What, you don’t know why we dislike you?”
It was my Second Brother.
“I do know. But it’s not really that important?”
A suffocating silence descended. Fury, disgust, contempt. And glimpsed between them, shock.
‘They’ve neglected me for four months trying to break my spirit, and this is the result. No wonder they’re furious.’
It was the look of someone who’d discovered that prey they thought dead was actually thrashing about alive.
I slowly wiped my fingertips with the napkin and stood.
The sound of the chair scraping against the floor rang out distinctly.
“Please, continue your meal.”
I bowed my head lightly.
“I’m done.”
I paused suddenly and picked up my plate. I walked past nonchalantly and set it down in front of my Second Brother.
“Eat plenty?”
My Second Brother looked at me with a gaze that said ‘what is this nonsense now,’ but I ignored it.
What else could I do? Then kill me instead.
“You said it smells bad.”
My gaze swept across all the Beastkin.
It was probably an utterly indifferent look. I’d swallowed my anger.
My lips curved up elegantly.
“Ah, I couldn’t eat it either because it had a fishy smell.”
Do you have a rotten stench? Are you already corpses, your insides and brains rotting away, which is why you smell like that?
With those words, I turned away.
Amusingly, no one tried to stop me.
Whether out of anger or because they’d rather I be gone, either way it didn’t matter.
After leaving the dining hall.
My eyes sank low.
Now, what is needed?
‘Power.’
I need power.
Why?
So I can make all those bastards regret it and have the strength to return.

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