Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34
Baian brushed off his hands dismissively, shoving the collateral children aside.
“Ah, it’s fine. A shrimp bite wouldn’t leave more than a mark.”
“Then why does it look so red from a shrimp bite? Now I’m curious too.”
….
Baian’s smile froze before he let out a snort of laughter.
I easily dodged his hand as it shot out again.
‘He’s gotten faster.’
I was busy assessing internally.
I’d managed Agenor somehow.
But would my abilities actually work against someone at Baian’s age with my current body and condition?
‘If they don’t work, I’ll make them work.’
Besides, I wasn’t alone.
From behind, I heard “Young Master!” as fluttering hands grabbed onto me.
“Ah? Yes. Good. So you’re not just some bastard child of that Pierre fellow.”
I twisted my lips.
“Don’t speak of my Father so carelessly. Whose father is a dog’s name? Should I call you Rodesen’s bastard too?”
“Huh?”
Rodesen. It was my uncle’s name.
Baian’s eyes narrowed with fury before they curved with malice.
“That’s right. Exactly.”
Baian reached out his hand again.
I dodged easily, but my face quickly turned to dismay.
Damn it, I wasn’t even his target!
“Aaahhh!”
“Uh, uh-uh, hyung, heeeng!”
Ruga’s head was grabbed and dragged toward Baian.
I quickly clenched my fist and struck Baian’s arm.
Even though I heard something crack, Baian didn’t let go!
‘Damn it, even rotten fish still has some backbone!’
Baian laughed viciously while holding Ruga.
“Oh, so our little cousin sister cares about such vermin? How unbecoming of an orca.”
“What’s unbecoming is you acting your age. Do you even know how old the child you’re grabbing is?”
Ruba clung to me, crying.
I held Ruba’s hand while my eyes darted around.
‘They’ve surrounded us with no escape. They’re doing this deliberately.’
Ruga, who had been crying while held by the head, suddenly suppressed his sobs.
From the way he looked at me, it seemed he was forcing himself to hold back for my sake.
“I’m your brother, miss!”
…Don’t do that. Cry. I don’t want to see a child forcing back tears like this.
‘Ha, who would have thought Rayla’s warning would come about in such a manner?’
I never imagined it would be this reckless and forceful.
Perhaps this was her way of telling me that even if I were discovered, there was nothing to worry about.
Of course, if I were alone, this situation would pose no problem.
“What do you want from me?”
“Wow, this cousin I’m meeting for the first time sure talks fast. Ah, is this when having good intelligence comes in handy?”
He didn’t just show up out of nowhere—he’d been waiting for this moment.
From what I knew, this was absolutely something Baian could never have conceived on his own.
He was the type whose hands were cruel and violent, but whose mind couldn’t keep pace.
And despite that, he rarely heeded advice from anyone weaker than himself.
‘This must be a collaboration with Sorte.’
Their objective was singular.
They didn’t want any more rivals to emerge.
Even if that rival was something very young and small.
These goldfish-brained bastards.
“Ah, it’s nothing much. I just want there to be fewer annoyances at the family council. Come along. If you refuse… well, watching this tiny head of yours burst open would be quite the sight.”
From what I knew, he’d already committed murder long ago.
So this wasn’t merely a threat.
“Fine, let go then.”
“Young master…! Father, Father is coming!”
“What? What’s all this whimpering?”
Smack! Baian struck Ruga without hesitation.
‘Insane bastard.’
I couldn’t see a mirror, but I was certain a flash of light had gleamed in my eyes.
“Hit me again.”
“What?”
“I said hit me again.”
A serene smile crossed my face.
“You’re holding a hostage, yet you seem to have forgotten something. My father is Pierre Aquasiadel.”
“Huh? What? You’re saying without your father, you’re nothing but a girl?”
“No. You’ll come to remember clearly that I inherited his talents more than anyone else.”
Baian, who had been staring at me intently, became expressionless for just a moment.
‘Now’s the moment!’
That instant. I turned my head and grabbed Ruba’s shoulder.
“Ruga! Ruba! Can you scream?!”
My voice was very fast and resolute.
Either Ruga or Ruba would do, but Ruba reacted faster than Ruga, who was too dazed from the beating to think clearly.
“I can! I can do it!”
“Now!”
“What? What is this insignificant thing trying to do now….”
That fool Baian is intoxicated by his own strength and can’t think of anything else.
The orca is certainly powerful enough to have no equal as a single individual.
But every power has its matchups.
And every aquatic creature has evolved with its own ‘weapon’ suited to itself!
SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!
“What, what is this!”
“Ugh, uuugh!”
And the belugas.
These creatures that communicate through echolocation—their ultrasonic frequencies became a human specialty.
Specifically, ultra-high frequency sound!
When exposed without defense, one cannot help but take damage.
As the orcas before me and even Baian covered their ears, someone intercepted Ruga.
After the initial shock, I recognized the familiar face and quickly nodded.
“Take Ruba with you too!”
The newcomer took Ruba as well and retreated backward.
By the time the orcas regained their senses, their encirclement had long since been broken.
“This pathetic creature…”
“Yeah, how does it feel to be beaten by such a pathetic creature?”
Baian was the first to regain his senses.
His robust physique allowed him to shake off the damage first.
The clumsy attack seemed to have ignited his fury, and Baian’s contorted expression filled with nothing but rage.
“Fine then. I’ll make sure the pain I inflict is one you won’t survive. What now? You can’t run.”
I let out a soft laugh.
I never had any intention of running from the start.
“You seem to be counting on that Agenor, but he won’t work against me.”
The one who took Lugaru away was none other than Agenor himself.
I didn’t know how he knew to come, but the timing was perfect.
I would have preferred it sooner, but circumstances never flow exactly as one wishes.
“And who said my brother would be fighting you?”
I planted my feet firmly on the ground.
“Agenor, protect those twins no matter what happens.”
“You don’t need my help?”
“Of course not.”
I clenched my fists tightly.
“Do you know who I am?”
I’m someone who climbed to the seat of a provincial lord with nothing but my own body.
Time passed, cycles changed, and my body grew young again.
But my time was never easy.
“Come at me.”
The feeling of blood boiling. I was an orca too, after all.
I leaped lightly into the air, and the battle commenced simultaneously.
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Agenor held his breath.
‘Hmm, should I really call that a battle…?’
Probably. Normally, fights between direct-line orcas begin with elegance.
Both sides can wield the power of water, after all.
But the battle unfolding before his eyes was neither elegant nor refined.
Agenor found himself struggling to name what he was witnessing. It resembled a piranha fight, perhaps.
And for good reason—Calypso showed absolutely no mercy despite her youth.
‘They’re definitely using the power of water, but….’
The power of water was inherently a force that matured and grew stronger with age.
Thus, the young orcas could only generate a few streams of water.
‘She’s dodging every single one. Wow.’
And Calypso evaded each trajectory with such ease, her lithe body moving as though she could see every path!
“Strike! I said strike! Where’s your water power, you brats!”
“W-we’re using it, but…. That! Ugh!”
Agenor was so astounded he lost all composure.
‘She’s withstanding that with pure physicality?’
What on earth was this younger sister?
Agenor didn’t know it, but Calypso had already grown accustomed to the water power of Pierre, a formidable orca.
‘Hmph, weaker than Father…!’
During every training session, she had to face countless streams of water simultaneously.
To Calypso, these baby orcas’ water streams felt nothing more than ticklish.
Unaware of Calypso’s thoughts and training, Agenor could only follow her movements with his eyes.
Her small fingers pierced eyes without hesitation and tore at throats without restraint.
So agile was she that she exploited every inch of her compact frame, clinging to one opponent before lunging at another, then striking the most vulnerable point—the head.
By land animal standards, it was truly like a dog fight.
Agenor swallowed hard.
‘Truly, she hasn’t even awakened yet….’
What manner of combat was this?
His body tingled involuntarily. He must have truly drawn the short straw…!

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