Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43
“My goodness, is that really… the Noble Lady from the rumors? But they didn’t say she was this small, did they?”
“I never thought I’d see Pierre holding a child like that. Though she doesn’t look like him at all, does she?”
“Right? But isn’t she absolutely beautiful?”
The branch families, already divided into factions, mostly snorted dismissively or forced themselves to look away, while the retainers gazed with curiosity or genuinely admired Calypso’s beauty.
It was the first time anyone had seen a direct descendant of the Orca Family with such a round, soft appearance.
And with that roundness came a delicate beauty, like a water sprite reflected in the moonlit sea.
“Truly remarkable beauty… I wonder what she’ll look like when she grows up.”
Pierre felt a strange mixture of wonder, novelty, and something ineffable.
Originally, he hadn’t planned to attend this gathering.
“The Supreme Disciplinary Committee convenes at 1 PM, Pierre.”
Even when Rayla, who served him, had reported this.
Even when he’d heard that a parent was required to be present.
He was curious how his daughter would navigate this ordeal, but that was different from him stepping in personally.
Yet here he was anyway…
“Matriarch, if I may be so bold, shouldn’t we proceed with the meeting?”
A low, faintly dissatisfied voice.
The speaker had barely swallowed his displeasure, though it leaked through at the edges—it was Rodesen, Pierre’s eldest brother.
“Of course, I’m delighted to see my youngest brother’s face after so long, but surely it’s not a face worth halting this solemn meeting for, is it?”
Rodesen, whose eyes were distinctly sharp and upturned even among his siblings, cast a look at his youngest brother as if to devour him, then smiled pleasantly.
“This seat was personally arranged by the Matriarch, after all.”
Unlike his own son Baian—dull, violent, and narrow-minded—Rodesen was a cunning man who knew how to use his head.
“Hmm.”
Ocula tilted her head.
She rubbed her chin with her wrinkled hand, then with a laugh, she stomped her foot with a bang!
“Rodesen, I’m not a Matriarch so stingy as to deny time for a greeting.”
The smile had already vanished from her face.
“But I merely—”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
“…My apologies, Mother.”
Rodesen sprang to his feet and bent his waist in such a servile posture, as if he’d become a pill bug, that his earlier confidence seemed never to have existed.
Ocula regarded this as only natural, her eyes contemptuous, then clicked her tongue and rested her chin on her hand.
In the meantime, the direct retainers who’d received the Matriarch’s signal busied themselves moving about, guiding the new guest to a seat.
Calypso, still held in Pierre’s arms, proceeded toward her designated place.
Agenor had long since been guided to a seat not far from the Matriarch’s position.
‘Hmm, I wonder where my seat will be?’
Just like the others, Calypso was guided by a retainer and paused for a moment.
Given the structure of this meeting hall, the closer one descended toward the Matriarch’s seat, the nearer to the center of power one was positioned.
‘Huh?’
Yet the seat to which Calypso and Pierre were guided was none other than the third tier from the back.
The seats below looked dizzyingly distant.
I could see Baian settled snugly beside his father, positioned directly in front of the Matriarch’s seat.
Not only that, but Baian’s faction members were also filing into the central seats one after another.
‘Well, this is something.’
As Calypso clicked her tongue, Pierre quietly took his seat.
The moment they sat down, I heard murmuring erupt from all directions.
‘Everyone nearby has the same expression—what are you doing here?’
This was both a warning and mockery from my grandmother.
She was telling me exactly where my position stood.
Calypso frantically tugged at Pierre’s sleeve.
‘This isn’t the time, Father. Dad…!’
Pierre stared intently at the small hand, its wounds not yet fully healed.
“Dad, we’re being completely disrespected. What do we do?”
“….”
This wasn’t how Calypso had imagined entering the Family Meeting.
The situation was worse than expected.
“Dad. This isn’t the time to ignore me. We need to speak to the Matriarch right now, but how will she hear us from here? We’re in serious trouble.”
“….”
Unlike Calypso, who was growing increasingly anxious, Pierre remained silent as always.
No, was he ignoring her again?
“Dad, Dad.”
Calypso’s mouth snapped shut.
A large hand had gently touched her forehead.
“You’re gaping like a carp.”
“…Is this really the time for jokes?”
“Do you prefer carp?”
“What?”
Pierre paused to think.
Neither carp nor goldfish came to mind. Instead, he thought of a tropical fish with a black tail.
“There’s nothing to worry about regarding the seating.”
“Nothing?”
“It will change soon enough.”
Calypso, who had been puzzling over his meaning, suddenly understood and nodded with an ‘Ah!’
‘Ah, I see!’
Regardless, Pierre remained calm.
Then, quite suddenly, he turned his gaze toward Calypso’s face.
In fact, he’d been curious about this for some time.
“Why exactly is there a wound on your cheek? Did you get into a fight?”
“Huh? My cheek?”
Calypso tilted her head and touched her own cheek.
“Ah, this is probably a scar Caron left with his blade. These don’t heal easily.”
For some reason, while my other wounds had healed quite quickly, the raw gash on my cheek stubbornly refused to fade.
The handmaidens applied medicine to it every day, their faces twisted with worry.
“What if our beautiful Noble Lady’s face gets scarred!”
“That simply cannot happen!!”
Yet Calypso herself, the actual person involved, seemed utterly indifferent to whether the wound scarred or not.
Calypso gave a dismissive reply and lifted her head, then flinched.
‘What’s wrong with that expression?’
Pierre’s face across from me looked decidedly unusual.
The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
“So you’re getting into fistfights and now taking blade wounds too?”
The retainers around us, who had been subtly listening in on the father and daughter’s conversation, flinched.
Until now, both Calypso and Pierre had kept their voices low, and with distance between the seats, the retainers hadn’t heard their exchange.
“Fistfights? That rumored fight? They were talking about it in today’s meeting too…??”
“What about the blade?”
But now Pierre hadn’t lowered his voice, so his words carried clearly.
Sitting in the back rows, those around us were mostly powerless retainers—the prey in the ecosystem. Like herbivores in the animal kingdom.
“You took a blade hit at the Educational Institution?”
They stared at each other with innocent, frightened eyes.
‘A blade, she said.’
‘Do they let kids use blades at educational institutions these days?’
‘Wait, didn’t the Noble Lady draw her blade first?’
‘That’s possible.’
In truth, those among us who were somewhat older in years knew.
Why Calypso’s reputation had spread with considerable credibility rather than being underestimated.
It was precisely because Pierre here had been no less—if anything, more so—in his childhood!
“So, did you win?”
Goodness, could this Noble Lady really be Lord Pierre’s daughter…!
Calypso blinked.
“Of course I won.”
I thought Father’s expression would naturally soften at this…
But it remained the same.
“Who was it?”
Calypso tilted her head.
“…A classmate?”
“…Do they teach live blades at the Educational Institution these days?”
“Of course not. He was swinging it recklessly on his own. That’s why he’s not in class—he got disciplined.”
Calypso, suddenly aware of the excessive attention from those around us, lowered her voice.
“Don’t worry, Father. The moment that orca brat comes back to school, I’m going to beat him to a pulp!”
“…Worry?”
Calypso responded to Pierre’s question with a sly smile instead.
Pierre was about to protest with a grimace when it happened.
“Grandmother.”
A crystalline voice.
Though it clearly came from below, it captured Calypso’s attention entirely.
We fell silent because that single voice had instantly stilled everyone in the hall.
“It appears Grandmother has profound reasons for personally proposing this new agenda at today’s meeting.”
A measured voice. Different from what Calypso remembered.
Yet Calypso recognized him immediately.
“This gathering was convened so that Grandmother might listen thoughtfully to the voices of her many retainers who deeply respect and follow her. If I may speak without presuming to displease Grandmother, I find myself quite curious about the agenda you’ve brought before us today.”
Looking down, I could see a young boy standing there.
“For all those assembled here have gathered to hear Grandmother’s voice.”
Short hair brushing lightly against his shoulders, a white streak running through the black hair that marked his direct lineage.
Descending further, hair that grew increasingly silver-white.
Despite such delicate, almost feminine hair, the boy possessed distinctly sharp features.
It was undoubtedly my Eldest Brother, Bellus.

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