Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 343

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Extra Side Story Episode 7
‘What?’
A brat barely a year or two older than me dares to open his mouth.
Could it be that he has a rag stuffed in his mouth instead? It seems plausible. Very credible, actually. Otherwise, how could he spew out such a colorful array of insults every single time?
‘Do these bastards really think they have the right to insult me, calling me filthy and vulgar?’
Since nothing actually stung, and I felt no emotion whatsoever, my expression remained perfectly serene.
Instead, my gaze swept over him very briefly. From head to toe.
“No.”
A calm reply flowed out.
“Not my type.”
In that instant, Assel’s face went rigid.
“…What?”
I answered without concern. Did he stuff cotton in his ear canals, or did his aging start in his teens?
“You’re not either.”
Talking about preferences. I’d rather regress a hundred times than spend a lifetime with you damned fools.
This silence was longer than usual.
“You realize what you just said, don’t you?”
He spat out the words as if chewing them.
“You just insulted me.”
I nodded.
“I know.”
What, you think I’m stupid? My brain hasn’t rotted, even if your poison has filled me.
“But… it seems like insults are something you hand out daily. It just doesn’t seem to have any effect.”
I felt Assel’s jaw tense slightly.
“You…”
His words didn’t continue. I seized the moment and opened my mouth.
“I’m curious—why do you care so much?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Who I spend time with.”
One corner of my mouth lifted slightly.
“It has nothing to do with you.”
For just a moment, his angry eyes flickered faintly. I wouldn’t have noticed before awakening the power of water.
But my extremely developed body missed nothing—not even his smallest reaction. Everything was information.
I added casually.
“Oh, could it be… jealousy?”
While tilting my head.
A cold laugh escaped.
“This filthy creature thinks only he can insult me? That’s completely twisted taste, you…”
“Shut up.”
Assel cut off my words.
I wasn’t angry. Rather, his heated voice brought me a strange thrill.
He didn’t know. The taut thread had already tilted toward someone else.
“What? What’s wrong?”
….
“You don’t even know your place.”
In that moment, something like a rope made of earth rose from the ground.
“…!!”
Wow, I had to use all my strength to resist the instinct to strike back.
‘I almost blew my cover.’
My act and everything would’ve fallen apart, wouldn’t it?
The earthen rope gripping my wrist was merciless. It felt like blood wasn’t flowing through it.
I suppressed the pain.
“What makes you think someone like you has the right to choose?”
I didn’t answer.
What is this anger management disorder bastard saying? Now he’s resorting to violence too. Is that surprising? It’s not the first or second time.
I simply stared at him.
And I could feel in real time how much this reaction irritated him.
“Fine.”
He laughed shortly.
“Good timing. I have just the place for you.”
A place? My mind spun for a moment.
“I’ll send you personally to where creatures like you gather.”
When I furrowed my brow, only then did he look satisfied.
“Where, sir?”
“You fool, a place where vulgar, worthless things like you congregate.”
….
“The Weakling Club.”
He added with a sneer.
“It’s perfect for your level.”
I opened my eyes wide, then immediately lowered my head.
His grip still held my wrist painfully.
But I had to lower it.
Laughter I couldn’t suppress was about to leak out.
What is this? What a stroke of luck.
“Go and learn your place.”
I’d been given the opportunity I so desperately wanted—a chance to escape this Manor.
* * *
In this Capital, there was a special rule given to each noble family.
All terrestrial animal Beastkin nobles were required to join at least one social club.
‘I thought he was just spouting nonsense.’
Of course, aquatic beastkin have no such rules. The orcas are too busy fighting amongst themselves to worry about socializing.
A duel club might actually be put to good use if we opened one.
‘Though everyone except one would be dead within ten days.’
Regardless, this rule applied to me as well, a hostage. They gave me an adaptation period at first, but after a certain point, they threw me into everything.
However, in the first and second rounds, I summoned the members of the club I joined to this Manor.
In other words, I couldn’t freely leave the Manor.
‘Ah, I still remember it. Those insufferable club members….’
Social clubs are organized by age group. The social clubs I was forced to join in the first and second rounds were all places filled with predators.
Especially cheetahs and hyenas—they were so vicious. Even now, thinking about it makes my teeth grind.
Pushing me into that old Fountain and telling me to go back where I came from was routine.
When I’d return soaking wet like that, the black panthers would all stare at me with such disdain, as if they’d coordinated it.
Things improved somewhat after Lili grew older. She stubbornly insisted on going with me.
‘Though Lili got hurt trying to protect me and ended up locked away and starving.’
How could that be Lili’s fault?
Anyway, this life turned out differently.
It wasn’t intentional, but it was thanks to Assel scratching things up for me.
‘This works pretty well. Maybe I’ll use it again next time.’
And so, presently.
I stood before a dilapidated Manor.
‘Oh, I’ve never seen a place like this before.’
The only places I’d been dragged to by those black panthers were Imperial Palace banquets.
Looking at it, the Panterion warehouse seemed grander than this Manor.
Of course, just because it was shabby didn’t mean I could escape. The moment word got out that I was going outside, the Dragon Duke himself arranged surveillance under the guise of protection.
‘The time isn’t right yet, anyway.’
I had no intention of escaping, so it seemed like a waste of manpower. If it were me, I’d arrange it more efficiently.
They only think they’re competent. Their vision has narrowed from ruling for so long.
“Go inside.”
The Black Panther Clan Knight spoke with an overbearing tone.
I glanced at the knight.
Dark uniform, a color that reminded me of someone’s fur—seeing it, I let out a quiet laugh.
Immediately after.
Thwack!
“…!!”
The shin kick I’d tried on Palaya turned out to be more effective than expected.
The knight, clutching his shin and kneeling, suddenly jerked his head up.
“Ugh, what, what are you doing…!”
My sudden action startled the other knights, and they surrounded me.
“Listen here.”
I looked down at the knight. Despite his size, our eye level wasn’t that different.
“Speak properly.”
I cut off the Knight before he could say anything.
“Insulting me is insulting your master too.”
I glanced at the Manor and smiled faintly.
“Whether you like it or not, I’m his fiancée, aren’t I?”
I grabbed the Knight by the hair.
“Go ahead and try. Your master would absolutely love hearing about you causing a scene in someone else’s home, wouldn’t he?”
The Knight, who had been grinding his teeth, slowly lowered his gaze. That thrilling sensation I’d felt from Assel and Palaya returned once more.
“…P-Please, come inside.”
I let out a soft laugh and released my grip. Then I glanced around at the other flustered Knights.
Tap, tap. I patted the Knight’s shoulder.
“Next time, show some more respect, hmm?”
Before I smear dirt all over that Black Panther face.

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