Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49
Ocula Aquasiadel, the Matriarch, raised her eyebrows slightly.
‘Well, well. Look at this.’
Few possessed the audacity to remain composed before so many watchful eyes.
Yet this tiny young boy—barely more than a day old in terms of existence—displayed an unshakeable composure.
As if this were the most natural thing in the world.
‘Does he relish the attention?’
A mere three-year-old fry, was he not?
Born and confined to a corner building his entire life.
And yet he commanded the situation.
Climbing steadily while maintaining perfect control of his pace.
A remarkable specimen.
“The Noble Lady has not yet awakened the power of water.”
I was not unaware of the brawl that occurred at the Educational Institution.
Nothing escaped the notice of the master of this vast domain.
“However, the ability to strengthen the body using water’s power is already… of considerable level. It rivals that of adults.”
Typically, when an orca awakened the power of water, they first manifested water jets.
Next came the ability to wield fear to intimidate opponents.
The third stage was strengthening the body with water’s power.
Yet this young boy’s progression was completely inverted.
Unable to even create a single water droplet, the most fundamental technique.
His body strengthening and combat instincts were already at a master’s level.
“Forgive my presumption, Matriarch, but that fight was honestly… overwhelming.”
Even the one who submitted the report wore a bewildered expression, as if unable to believe his own words.
Truly, Pierre’s daughter.
Pierre’s three sons had already demonstrated extraordinary achievements.
I hadn’t expected the youngest to be different, but this…
“Grandmother! Prove it!”
“I prove it!”
“Grandmother, I’m good! Say it!”
‘That one’ certainly hadn’t spoken with such fluency when I first met him.
Now that I thought about it, something was odd. Had he been unable to speak, or simply unwilling?
Had he chosen not to?
Everything Calypso had done at the Educational Institution had reached my ears.
There was nothing noteworthy—compared to the incidents my three sons had caused, it was relatively mild and drew little attention.
Yet his rapid ascension to Alpha Class, the highest rank among orcas, was intriguing.
Moreover, my Third Son Pierre, who had been in seclusion for over a decade, had finally bestirred himself.
And he was even defending her, calling her his daughter.
Ocula felt curiosity stir within her for the first time in ages.
So when that troublesome Baian broke the strict rules, I chose to overlook it.
It mattered not if Calypso were to bear false accusations and fall into ruin.
Then she would simply be someone of that caliber.
Yet at that age, she had uncovered a “rule” that should have been absolutely unknowable, and had orchestrated a “reversal” entirely on her own.
“Hahahahahaha!”
At the Matriarch’s sudden burst of laughter, everyone startled and fixed their gaze upon Ocula.
“Ah… we shall recess this meeting for now.”
Baian trembled as he witnessed everything unfold.
‘This is… this is impossible.’
Who was he? The Matriarch’s eldest grandson, and his own father’s firstborn son!
Throughout generations, the Matriarch had most often been the eldest child. Therefore, his probability of becoming Matriarch was overwhelmingly promising.
‘Forced expulsion and confinement for me? Don’t make me laugh!’
This stemmed from the inevitable disparity that came with age.
Baian did not know that he possessed only years, not actual capability.
His father, who cherished his eldest son excessively, had concealed the truth, and his mother had turned a blind eye.
Baian glared at the opposite side with eyes bordering on hatred.
Only one agenda had concluded, yet a new direct descendant was being introduced.
Audaciously, even he had never received such an introduction!
One’s influence in a Family Meeting varies depending on the age at which one receives an introduction.
Thus far, Baian held the earliest record.
Next came Pierre’s eldest son Bellus, who held nearly the same position.
After that was Bior’s eldest son Sorte.
But from this moment forward, Calypso would hold the earliest record.
A most resplendent beginning.
One that would make those involved uncomfortable or envious.
Due to the recess being declared, the conference room had grown somewhat chaotic.
The gazes of those who could not leave their seats clearly turned toward where today’s protagonist stood.
Calypso, and Pierre.
A hand descended upon Baian’s trembling shoulder—that of his father, Rodesen.
“Baian, endure this. …I know it’s unjust, but now is not the time.”
“….”
“If you simply wait, your father will find a way, no matter what.”
Rodesen, who spoke thus, had his own neck flushed crimson with rage and humiliation.
‘Pierre, you constantly blocked my path with your talent….’
Now his daughter was blocking the bright future of his proud son!
Yet Rodesen was no longer a child living solely in inferiority.
‘That one is… dangerous.’
As that niece grows, she will undoubtedly threaten my son.
‘I shall eliminate her when the time comes.’
She must be removed while still a tender sprout….
Rodesen’s eyes grew dark.
Meanwhile, Ocula suspended the meeting and called a young boy to her side.
“Young one.”
Though not affectionate, the familiar address made Bellus bow his head.
“Yes, esteemed Orca Family Matriarch.”
Ocula found Bellus quite agreeable. He was nothing like Pierre, who became stiff as a board in the presence of the Matriarch herself.
“What are your thoughts on this situation?”
Yet regardless of her favor, she was the very embodiment of an orca.
The more they cherished something, the more they felt affection alongside obsession and cruelty—such was the nature of orca-human hybrids.
“Your younger sister has surpassed your record and earned formal recognition, has she not?”
Ocula’s eyes gleamed with cruel interest.
“How could a mere grandson presume to voice an opinion before a decision made by you, esteemed Matriarch?”
“I’ll even forgive your impertinence, so speak.”
“….”
“Will you swear by the name of the sea?”
Only then did light kindle in Bellus’s blue eyes.
“If you permit me to offer my humble opinion despite your acknowledgment, esteemed Matriarch, I shall.”
“….”
“First, I believe the punishment in this matter is entirely justified. No matter the circumstances, one cannot justify breaking the rules you have established.”
Bellus spoke with measured calm.
“However, if we measure by what is right, I wonder whether Calypso Aquasiadel truly acted well either.”
Oh, how interesting.
“If she possessed the ability, she should have prevented her classmate from being injured from the start. To act only after injury occurs is merely closing the barn door after the horse has fled.”
He subtly condemned Baian entirely while implying, ‘Calypso, you didn’t do well either’—a criticism of both parties.
Calypso, standing not far away, heard every word.
Calypso’s expression turned sour for a moment.
‘Ugh, there he goes again.’
Calypso found it tiresome.
That vicious mouth had been the same in previous rounds.
Clearly, family affection doesn’t exist among my older brothers!
‘Before I leave this manor, I need to fix that personality of his too.’
Bellus was the one among my three older brothers who never broke until the very end.
Only after a fierce battle did he finally kneel and swear loyalty.
‘Ugh, he was the most troublesome opponent.’
I shook my head.
Judging by the sound of Grandmother’s laughter, Bellus had already made an impression.
‘Ugh, look at him suppressing his nature and wagging his fins.’
In fact, there was a reason I had taken an interest in Bellus.

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