Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 341

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Additional Side Story: Act 5
A fierce voice erupted from within me. Could there be another moment quite so exhilarating?
The Black Panther Prince kneeling beneath my feet—was this truly happening?
Yet even this was not enough to satisfy me.
Of course it wasn’t.
“Unless your memory is as poor as a goldfish’s, you’ll remember everything, won’t you?”
Fortunately, thanks to him taking the oath so readily, there was no escape for him.
From the moment the victor was decided, the oath would hold its power.
His eyes trembled with lethal intensity. He ground his teeth yet remained utterly motionless.
Even that sight was impossibly satisfying.
“Haha….”
Without thinking, I clutched my stomach and laughed aloud.
“How perfectly it suits you, kneeling like this? Those young ladies chasing after you would prefer you this way.”
“You… shut your mouth!”
The grinding of teeth was audible. In this moment, with no one else present, was this fortune or misfortune for him?
My eyes gleamed with delight.
“Well, having won, there’s no need for lengthy words.”
I interpreted his command to be silent in my own way.
“Make a wish, Prince.”
“….”
“As it happens, I need something.”
Our eyes met.
Palaya’s breathing was ragged, while I spoke with leisurely composure.
“Want to be my slave?”
“…What?”
I needed a capable, diligent, and wealthy slave right now.
And conveniently, one had just appeared before my eyes.
“I said, be my slave.”
“Damn it, what are you saying about a mere wager, you!”
“Then why did you swear an oath over something so trivial?”
“…!”
I chuckled with delight.
“A worthless orca like you…!”
“Huh? Kyahaha, that’s hilarious.”
Then I tilted my head.
“Who lost to a fish that reeks of brine?”
His face twisted even more viciously. Disbelief flickered across his features.
“You definitely pulled some trick, didn’t you? There’s no way someone with your frail body could have…!”
“Wow, losing makes you whine and complain so much. Is this the inferiority complex of the defeated?”
Feeling I’d scratched the itch enough, I let my smile fade slightly.
“Don’t be so frightened. Barking like that all the time makes you look like a stray alley cat rather than a fierce beast.”
“…!”
“I have no intention of enduring your stench for long either.”
I leaned my upper body forward slightly. As I drew closer, he flinched.
“I only have a few requests.”
I pressed my foot firmly against Palaya’s thigh. Was I an orca too, then?
It was an instinctive action—once an opponent showed their back, you had to maintain dominance until the end.
“For now.”
Palaya’s trembling eyes fixed on my lips. I bared my teeth in a grin.
“Teach me how to use a sword.”
* * *
One week later.
Palaya was experiencing the greatest shock of his short life.
Or rather, could this even be called shock?
“…Again.”
At his low command, the young girl before him lifted her sword. It was clearly a long, heavy blade unsuited to her frame.
Yet she held it as lightly as if it were paper.
‘How is that even possible with that build?’
No, it wasn’t inexplicable. There was something that could explain all of this.
The power of water.
That damned power—the only one possessed by orcas among aquatic beastkin.
It wasn’t comparable to the great power of the land, but it prevented them from occupying orca territory and made orcas the strongest among aquatic beastkin.
‘But if she knew how to use it, why didn’t I see it before?’
The answer came quickly.
There had been no reason to show it.
Or perhaps she had been saving it for escape or flight.
‘As if that would have been possible. Damn.’
Unlike himself and his father, who had fallen so shamefully, his brother was different. So was his older brother.
Whoosh—!
The sound of air being split.
Palaya lifted his gaze.
“….”
He swallowed hard.
‘How is this even possible?’
One week.
Merely one week.
“Teach you swordsmanship? You?”
“Yes.”
When he heard this request right after being called a slave, he had been utterly dumbfounded.
Of course, the Panterion house was renowned for their mastery of the blade.
While not quite at his brother’s level, Palaya himself possessed swordsmanship that was incomparable to his peers and even ordinary knights.
But he was supposed to teach her with that?
However, since there was no other way, he accepted.
‘She’ll get bored soon enough anyway.’
Whatever her true intentions were, he planned to observe every detail from the sidelines and report it all to her father.
“…Fine. But we do this where no one’s around.”
“…?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
Right. A bet was a bet.
And it was mortifying!
“Haha, don’t worry. I have no intention of spreading this around either.”
Her straightforward answer felt oddly comforting, though it was strange that we understood each other.
A week into the lessons.
Palaya had to experience the sensation of everything he knew and understood being turned upside down.
He recalled the day Calypso first gripped a sword.
“First time?”
“The slave’s short speech is a bit irritating, but yeah. First time.”
“…Shouldn’t you be thinking about speaking more respectfully now that you’ve become a disciple?”
“What do you want from me?”
Calypso Aquasiadel, with her true nature revealed, was far removed from appearing docile—her temperament had nothing to do with purity, fragility, or innocence.
True to her orca blood, she was nothing short of savage.
In any case, Palaya had no choice but to move according to his oath, so he taught her faithfully.
How to grip.
The angle of the swing.
The positioning of the feet.
He had to teach her every single thing from scratch.
Yet as the lessons continued, something bizarre began to happen.
“Hey, be honest with me. How many times have you actually… done this?”
“First time.”
Her face was not that of someone lying.
And since he held her leash, there was no reason for her to lie.
Her clumsy posture became increasingly precise with each swing of the blade.
…It was truly an unreasonable pace.
Palaya knew what to call this.
Talent.
The kind of overwhelming talent that appeared perhaps once in a thousand lifetimes.
‘I’d rather die than acknowledge it.’
As a swordsman himself, he ground his teeth and swallowed hard, but that cunning girl surely couldn’t be unaware.
He felt both displeasure and fear.
‘Once I’ve taught her all the basics.’
If I train her like this and she grows perfectly in the future, what becomes of her then?
A chill ran through me.
The problem was there was nothing I could do about it.
And so it was now.
Calypso, who had to teach her everything one by one, was currently—
‘It’s all correct.’
The timing of releasing power.
The angle of the wrist.
The shift of balance.
There’s not a single flaw.
‘No, it’s not even at the clumsy stage anymore.’
Palaya unconsciously clicked his tongue.
“Again.”
This time faster. Calypso pursued with her blade.
“Hey.”
Palaya lowered his hand.
“Slow down.”
“Why?”
“It’s irritating to watch.”
Calypso gave him a look as if she’d seen every kind of madman, then walked over and wiped her face with a towel.
Palaya looked down at his own hands.
‘She picked up today’s technique immediately too.’
A few repetitions and she masters it. Then she leaps entire stages ahead.
“This is insane.”
This was the kind of admiration he didn’t want to acknowledge.
“At this rate… she could just take down a single knight.”
Calypso showed no particular reaction.
“Yeah?”
That was all.
No boasting, no sign of joy.
That made it all the stranger.
‘Does she really not think about anything?’
Palaya’s eyes narrowed subtly. His mood had soured.
“Don’t even think you can escape with just this level of skill. A single knight? You think that’s enough? Do you know how many capable knights serve our Dragon Duke’s house….”
“Yeah, stop your whining and let’s move to the next stage, Teacher?”
Palaya closed his mouth.
‘What a ridiculous wager.’
I shouldn’t have accepted it.
I regretted it, but it was too late now. Calypso had ordered me, her ‘slave,’ not to reveal this to anyone.
‘Ugh, this is so frustrating!’
So he’s actually raising an orca for me? Is this really happening?!
Days passed after that.
Many more times.
Same time, same place.
The two of them gripped their swords.
And Palaya came to realize it. No—he became certain.
‘He’s not strange after all.’
At first, when he was forced to kneel and there was all that talk of slavery and such, I wondered if I’d gotten tangled up with some deranged pervert.
But he wasn’t twisted the way I’d imagined.
Rather….
Palaya bit his lip.
“…Damn it, I’ve made a mistake.”
His mother, a snake beastkin, had said it countless times. That he took after her, and he would far too easily fall for the opposite sex.
And with that.
She had warned him many times not to be enchanted by someone he shouldn’t give his affection to.
Palaya simply swallowed hard.
“Hey.”
So one day, Palaya finally asked. It had been long since he’d thrown her the premium bread that usually appeared at his own breakfast, telling her to eat it since the training was being disrupted.
“Are you really going to run away?”
At those words, Calypso, wiping away sweat, looked at him with an enigmatic gaze.
A meaningless stare. An indifferent face. Yet beautiful in a delicate way.
Then suddenly, a faint smile spilled forth.
“Why?”
A frail voice.
“Do you want to come with me because you’ve fallen for me?”
At the same time, her tone carried a sharp mockery that didn’t match her words.
“How disgusting.”
* * *
‘Oh, could this perhaps be a Returner’s privilege?’
I clenched and unclenched my fist in admiration. It didn’t seem like I’d been swinging for that long.
My hands were covered entirely in blisters and burst skin, peeling flesh that stung.

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