Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61
Unable to fit in with others and cast aside, Rumi was pushed and shoved until she was finally demoted to a dilapidated building.
They called her a caretaker and nursemaid, but in truth, she had been assigned to the most dreadful place with nowhere left to fall.
“Waaaaahhhhh!”
“Cough! Cough cough!”
It was a place where newborn orcas and young whale children gathered.
Because so many died before reaching three years old, this was where they were simply left to let only the strong survive.
Rumi witnessed dozens of children crying, coughing, and dying from mysterious illnesses every single day.
At first, she still moved with a sense of purpose.
‘That’s right—these children don’t mock me or avoid me, do they?’
There were moments when she felt joy watching them drink milk and giggle softly.
But then.
‘Why are these children so beautiful and lovely and radiant?’
The stronger the beastkin, the more beautiful and endearing they are.
These children would survive and escape this place. They would flourish.
Because that’s how they were born.
‘Why…? I look like this, I’m like this, but only you all…!’
The rules set by the god of this world.
Watching the beautiful children, Rumi felt herself growing darker and more twisted.
When she came to her senses.
“Waaaaahhhhh! Hack! Wahhh!”
She had accidentally dropped the child she was holding down the stairs.
The thrill she felt then was indescribable.
Three days later, the first child died by Rumi’s hand.
The first time was difficult.
“How many died?”
“Three have passed away.”
“I see.”
Whale children died far too easily.
And her superior, accustomed to sudden deaths, believed Rumi’s reports without suspicion.
After the first time proved difficult, everything else became effortless.
Thus, more and more children were sent to the graveyard by Rumi’s hands.
Rumi’s guilt grew increasingly faint.
‘They were going to die anyway. They were simply weak.’
Wasn’t the Matriarch the one who brought them here because she wanted strong children?
Every child came to this place, but when a truly beloved child arrived, the parents would secretly take them away.
The Matriarch turned a blind eye to such things.
When parents left their children here, they accepted it if told the child hadn’t survived—they grieved and felt sorrow, but they understood.
After much time had passed and her guilt had completely vanished.
Rumi met the most beautiful orca in the world.
The child who had never even been given a name was said to be the daughter of none other than Pierre Aquasiadel himself.
Looking at those beautiful blue eyes like stars, Rumi felt herself become infinitely ugly.
For some reason, it was a period when children rarely arrived. There was no other child besides Pierre Aquasiadel’s daughter.
It was only natural that tormenting the only baby in this building became her pastime.
At first, she simply wanted to torment the excessively beautiful child and be done with it. But perhaps the harassment had lasted too long.
The moment when Rumi had to leave came sooner than expected.
Those beautiful eyes she had seen right up until the moment she was unexpectedly transferred to another building and had no choice but to leave….
Yes, it was those eyes.
“It’s you.”
At the crisp, clear pronunciation, Rumi flinched.
The child crouching before her with chin resting on hand—there was no way she wouldn’t recognize her.
The child she had tormented, Pierre Aquasiadel’s daughter.
She had heard about her too.
“Her name is Calypso. Isn’t it such a beautiful name? It’s the name of a sea nymph.”
“She’s Lord Pierre’s daughter? I heard the Noble Lady recently beat down an Orca from the same class! And she’s so much older!”
“She’s beloved by Lord Pierre? Goodness, even I couldn’t help but love her.”
The child she had abandoned and left behind when she departed.
That beautiful child whom she had been certain would die had survived and now stood before her eyes.
“Right. You’re the one who poured hot water on me.”
Her eyes were innocent yet somehow terrifying.
Rumi bowed her head deeply.
“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about….”
“Is that so? You don’t remember spilling my food so I couldn’t eat it either?”
No matter how intelligent a child might be, she couldn’t possibly remember things from her infancy.
However, contrary to Rumi’s thoughts, the child standing before her was none other than the regressor Calypso.
Calypso smiled prettily with a grin.
“If you don’t remember, I can’t help it. I’ve already told Father all about it.”
“Y, yes?”
“My Father does everything I want.”
Rumi trembled as she lifted her head.
She was still sparkling and beautiful, just a small child, nothing more.
Yet she couldn’t understand where this pressure and terror were coming from.
“Fortunately, I remember everything you did to me.”
Calypso stood up on her tiptoes and whispered to Rumi.
“A whole ten years’ worth.”
Since Rumi was bound, she couldn’t even struggle and had no choice but to listen helplessly.
Calypso patted Rumi’s shoulder while maintaining her bright smile.
“Since you don’t remember, I can’t help it. There will be someone else to help you remember.”
“Yes? Yes? Wait, just a moment….”
“Fighting!”
Calypso smiled beautifully once more before stepping back gracefully.
“It’s strange how the world works—the one who strikes often forgets, but the one struck always remembers. So if you think through it carefully, the memory will come back.”
Calypso turned around.
Then she scurried over to Pierre, who stood waiting by the door.
As Calypso grabbed his sleeve, Pierre asked.
“Have you said everything you needed to say?”
“Yes.”
Calypso tilted her head as she observed Pierre’s remarkably composed expression.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked without reservation.
“Don’t you find it strange, Teacher?”
“Find what strange?”
“You heard everything I said.”
Though he hadn’t heard the whispered mention of “ten years” to Rumi’s ear, he would have caught everything else.
And he already knew all too well that this behavior was unbecoming of a three-year-old.
Pierre stared at his daughter for a moment.
Though she didn’t seem to realize it herself, Calypso occasionally displayed a defensive demeanor.
“Don’t you think it’s not childlike?”
Pierre pondered briefly before responding with composure.
“Does a child not feel pain?”
For the first time, Calypso thought it would have been better to have met this father earlier.
In her third life, or rather her second life. Her first life.
“What does age have to do with seeking vengeance?”
“I’m not seeking vengeance. I just want her to face proper punishment. She did kill those children, didn’t she?”
“Yes. She killed quite a few.”
Lord Ocula had permitted the investigation, and the Orca Family’s investigative unit was extremely competent.
Within three days, they had easily uncovered the charges and evidence of infanticide, and Rumi was an inescapable culprit.
“You’ll make it public?”
“For the next ten years or so, that maid’s name will never be forgotten.”
How certain.
Once he made up his mind, his handling of matters was truly excellent.
Calypso’s large eyes turned toward her father.
If she had sought him out in the previous cycle.
“If I’d known it would be like this, I should have found you sooner and clung to your pant leg.”
Would he have accepted her? A meaningless hypothetical sprouted.
“Such hypotheticals are meaningless now.”
A large hand slowly brushed across Calypso’s head before withdrawing.
“I promised to be a proper father from now on.”
“It sounds like the thoughtless words of a wastrel speaking without thinking. Next time I won’t gamble. I’ll do well.”
“Just how far has your trust in me fallen?”
“Well, I’d say it’s nowhere near this level yet?”
“That will take quite some time.”
Calypso shrugged her shoulders.
“He needs to prove it through action. If Mother were still alive, Father would be grounds for divorce.”
“I agree.”
“Strangely, my Teacher grasps the situation quickly.”
“You speak like my mother sometimes.”
“That’s an insult.”
Calypso laughed at her own words, finding them amusing.
Pierre, watching her, let out a quiet chuckle.
“We depart for the festival within three days. Fast? You’re not the one doing the preparations anyway, boy.”
Matriarch Ocula issued orders to move up the departure date for the Dragon’s Festival.
Excessively fast, at that.
“Well, Lord Pierre, I’m delighted you’ve given me orders after so long, but I would be truly grateful if you could spare just a moment’s consideration for the fact that I also serve as director of the Junior Institution. The investigation has been completed.”
That was three days.
During these three days, Pierre prepared for the festival while simultaneously handling Rumi’s punishment.
“Won’t you tell her? It would be fine to let her know that the life Rumi has ahead will be far more arduous than the life she has lived.”
“….”
Through Rayla’s meticulous work, Rumi would spend her entire life paying for her sins.
As Calypso said, death would have been a mercy.
“I wish Lord Pierre’s proactive nature had been better known to Lady Calypso.”
Tomorrow was the day of departure to the City of Dragons.

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