Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39
“Since both you and I will be attending anyway, we’ll figure something out.”
Agenor, having become my second Disciple and trained alongside me, seemed to have pieced together the situation to some extent.
Not that my older brother lacked perceptiveness.
He’d been curious from the start, but when he couldn’t ask, he wondered why I’d come to call my Father my Master—he was genuinely puzzled by it.
“Why can’t we just tell everyone everything now?”
“No, not yet.”
“I see.”
“You’re accepting this easily?”
Agenor broke into a grin.
“My younger sister must have something in mind, don’t you think? Like when you made Baian’s nose bleed.”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything then.”
“That makes it even more impressive.”
That word—impressive. I shook my head vigorously.
“By the way, the date’s been set, right?”
“Yes.”
While I was recovering at home, the date for the Supreme Disciplinary Committee was finalized.
The notice came three days ago, and it’s tomorrow.
“What a shame. The Supreme Disciplinary Committee and the family meeting happen to be held on the same day.”
That was right. Unfortunately, the family meeting and the Supreme Disciplinary Committee were scheduled for the same day.
So I, being the involved party and someone who must attend the committee, naturally couldn’t participate in the family meeting.
‘Tsk, Agenor’s right—what terrible timing.’
If I’d just attended, I would have easily drawn attention with all the rumors I’d created.
Even the Orca Family Matriarch’s attention.
I wanted to show her clearly what kind of person her granddaughter—the one she’d dismissed—was becoming.
The only consolation was that Baian, the likely heir, couldn’t attend either.
It would wound his pride.
And he’d probably be anxious about falling out of the Matriarch’s favor.
This was exactly it.
‘If I can’t have it, neither can you.’
It wasn’t as though I gained nothing.
“Well, there will be other opportunities besides tomorrow.”
“Nice! That confidence! That pride! That arrogance!”
“Why does the last word have to come out?”
Was “arrogance” really the right word to use in this context?
I watched Agenor’s bright smile and blurted out:
“Thank you.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever said it properly before.”
Blue eyes turned toward me.
I hadn’t expected to face those eyes so quickly, in such a manner, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
“You helped without even asking why. That day.”
“Ah!”
“You must have had a rough time with that street brawl.”
“It was fun.”
Agenor pondered for a moment, then tilted his head curiously.
“It was my first time fighting while protecting someone.”
“There will be many more.”
“Hm?”
“There will be many more.”
Agenor showed doubt at the way I spoke with such certainty, but that was all.
Soon he spoke as if he understood.
“I see. So you fight to protect things?”
“Why would you… that…”
Before I could even answer, the door opened and Misa entered with the Herring Sisters, pulling a tray.
The Handmaidens and Misa seemed startled to see Agenor, but only for a moment.
“Welcome, Young Master!”
“My goodness, the Young Master is so handsome too.”
“You two look alike! How adorable you both are…!”
As always, the fawning they usually directed at me shifted to Agenor.
This seemed to be his first time receiving such attention, and Agenor was startled for a moment before muttering softly.
“This kind of attention isn’t so bad either…”
I pretended not to hear and opened my mouth toward the stew the Handmaidens offered.
Ugh, there are carrots in it again.
However, conscious that Agenor was present, I opened my mouth as if nothing was wrong.
I didn’t want him to discover my weakness.
The Handmaidens’ laughter deepened as if they noticed my predicament.
“Here, say ‘ah’ for me.”
“Ah.”
Agenor, who had been observing me intently, suddenly stepped closer to me.
“Calypso.”
“What?”
His expression was unusually serious, so I blinked. Why suddenly like this?
“Let me order you around too.”
“…Get lost.”
“That kind of firmness isn’t bad. But a bit more…”
“Misa, our guest is leaving. Show him out quickly.”
“Oh, understood. Cancel, cancel! Just joking! We need to discuss the disciplinary committee anyway, sister!”
Agenor quickly pressed his back to the floor and pleaded on his belly until he wasn’t kicked out.
Indeed, like Agenor said, I did need to discuss tomorrow’s disciplinary committee with him.
It was closer to a plan than a consultation.
“Agenor. Tomorrow, I need you to follow my lead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s like this….”
After listening to my explanation for a while, Agenor nodded.
Though his expression remained skeptical.
But instead of objecting, he seemed to swallow his doubts.
Then he hesitated before asking cautiously.
“But sister, are you really not going to call Father? Is that really okay?”
I wavered until the very last moment.
But.
I shook my head firmly.
“It’s fine.”
* * *
Morning broke the next day.
Calypso was startled by how pristine her condition was.
‘I knew I had recovered, but somehow my recovery feels far superior to what I had in the previous cycle.’
In truth, this was because when she had met Pierre not long ago, he had secretly infused her with the power of water.
Calypso, still unable to awaken to such things, simply assumed it was her imagination.
The Highest Disciplinary Committee was held at the Junior Institution.
There had apparently been several meetings between the Intermediate Organization and others regarding the venue, but they seemed to have decided that the location where the incident occurred was most appropriate.
Calypso examined her outfit once.
‘I’m not used to this.’
This was a dress the Herring Sisters had made for her.
Calypso had no proper clothes to speak of.
Her living conditions had improved after catching the Matriarch’s eye, but not enough to live in abundance.
Especially when it came to clothes—she only had practical garments for daily activities.
“No, my lady, my lady, this simply won’t do!”
“We need formal wear, formal wear!”
“But, my lady, for an occasion like this….”
“Clothing is a weapon, my lady!”
The dress she now wore was one the Handmaidens had made through sleepless nights, insisting that for such an important occasion, one must dress impeccably to project strength.
Somehow, Calypso found herself unable to dissuade the Herring Handmaidens, partly because the notion that clothing was a weapon had struck a chord.
“As your mentor, I have the right to reproach you for neglecting your weapons.”
After that day, I had not met with Pierre. It was intentional.
Only after the disciplinary hearing would I face him again.
Upon reflection, it was the right decision not to broach the subject of summoning a parent with Pierre.
I had no confidence to handle the aftermath of the performance, nor the reasons behind Pierre’s command to Rayla.
As Pierre had said, the mentor-disciple relationship was inevitably one that would end.
Though I had conceived of it as an expedient arrangement, thinking back, I wondered if deep down I had already accepted that we would eventually part ways.
Calypso was a calculating person, after all.
In any case, the outfit the Handmaidens had made for me was a children’s suit that resembled a sailor uniform.
A blue jacket and white blouse. An adorable necktie embroidered with an orca and a blue skirt.
Even hand-knitted socks to match.
Every single piece was crafted with such care that my heart felt inexplicably warm.
And when Calypso put on the matching beret, she looked so utterly charming that she could have stepped straight out of a children’s fashion magazine.
Thus, when I finally arrived at the conference hall where the Highest Disciplinary Committee was being held, everyone who saw Calypso couldn’t help but be astonished.
“My goodness, so that’s her….”
“But she’s so small, and she got into a fight?”
“They say she fought really well though.”
“It must be Pierre’s blood after all….”
The Highest Disciplinary Committee was something that rarely happened even within the Educational Institution.
Because of this, there would normally be more people, but unfortunately, a family meeting was being held elsewhere today.
The timing even overlapped.
‘That’s strange. Rayla wouldn’t handle things this way.’
Rayla was a woman who, regardless of other things, was perfect when it came to handling matters.
If it seemed like the family meeting would overlap, she could have moved the disciplinary committee’s date entirely, and she had the authority to do so.
“Hello, Noble Lady.”
“Hi. Hello.”
Just then, Calypso ran into Rayla.
“You look different from usual today.”
“Right? The Handmaidens worked hard on it. What do you think, pretty?”
Calypso laughed mischievously.
Rayla paused for a moment.
“Well, yes, it’s quite remarkable.”
Rayla worked in a profession related to children, yet remarkably, she had little interest in them.
Because of this, she could be impartial.
But somehow, the existence of Calypso before her eyes was like a large stone that had shattered through her indifference and entered.
And a very pretty, adorable orca-shaped stone at that.
‘Pierre’s appearance certainly stands out in a striking way, but this person is also brilliant in a different sense. I wonder if she was influenced by her mother.’
“You’re very pretty.”
“Huh? Oh. Thank you.”
Calypso responded awkwardly to the unexpected compliment.
Because of that, I missed the timing to ask Rayla what I’d been curious about.
I really wanted to ask why she’d scheduled things this way in the first place.
Looking around, it seemed everyone who was supposed to come had arrived.

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