Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7
Looking at the face of the woman named Misa, I could see kindness overflowing from her features.
At least she didn’t seem like the type to torment or strike children.
“I see. Understood.”
“Um, Young Lady…!”
“Yes?”
“If I may be so bold, where are you headed…?”
“Just taking a walk.”
“Ah.”
I passed by Misa and toddled forward.
“Young Lady…! This area has many weeds and crumbling buildings—it’s quite dangerous for a small child. Would you… allow me to accompany you?”
Only then did I turn around.
Her kind eyes were genuinely filled with concern.
It was unfamiliar to me.
‘There’s someone like this in this mansion?’
But instead of heeding her words, I tilted my head curiously.
“I’m not in danger. But thank you. Goodbye.”
“Young Lady…!!”
Leaving the voice calling from behind, I walked forward without hesitation.
I walk my own path!
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“Ah, I remember now.”
I remembered where I’d seen this person named Misa.
To be precise, I recalled the name ‘Misa’…
It was something that happened during the war in the previous cycle.
At that time, to fight against the land-dwelling beastkin on the mainland, we needed two conditions.
A commander with exceptionally powerful water abilities.
‘Nana and those brothers had strength enough to cover the army, but there were also battalions that didn’t.’
If we lacked such a person, we had to find a water source nearby and fight in that vicinity.
For this, we absolutely needed a beastkin with the ability to locate water sources.
Among the beastkin, some had this talent developed particularly well.
As the supreme commander, I generally led the army and received reports.
“Your battalion manages well even without water abilities?”
“Ah, Commander, our battalion happens to have someone exceptionally skilled at finding water sources. She’s called ‘Misa’—though she’s an incomplete beastkin, she finds them remarkably well.”
“Is that so?”
Now that I think back, I believe I’ve heard this name before.
I think I even saw her once out of curiosity, but my memory of her face is hazy, so I’m uncertain if it’s the same person.
However, it seems highly likely to be the same person.
‘Hmm, she’s not a talent I need in this life…’
Still, I should keep this in mind.
I lifted my head.
As I walked while thinking, I had somehow arrived at that same place from two days ago.
At the Broken Fountain, a man sat languidly today, just as he had that day.
It was Pierre.
Father noticed me but merely cast a glance before turning his head away.
He made no pretense of knowing me.
“Hello, sir.”
“….”
Hmm, what’s this? Did his expression just change?
Contrary to my expectation that he would simply ignore me, Pierre’s gaze returned, and he even opened his mouth.
“Did you lose your way again?”
“No, that’s not it. I’m not foolish enough to make the same mistake twice.”
“….”
Father, when someone speaks, couldn’t you at least respond?
I refused to back down and walked briskly toward Pierre.
“I came to see you today.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Sir. You’re an orca, so why do you live here? You’re not a child like me.”
“Judging by what you’re saying, you seem to have grown out of childhood yourself.”
“That’s right. I’m quite clever.”
I lifted my head and spoke proudly.
Do you know how difficult it is to speak so precisely, even for someone who has regressed? Ahem.
A smaller body meant a smaller brain, and the scope of thought inevitably became limited.
In my second and third cycles, I couldn’t overcome the language faculties that had regressed along with my body.
But this time was different.
‘Of course, even now I occasionally feel my thoughts struggling to keep pace with my body.’
Pierre crossed his legs and rested his arm over them, propping his chin up.
Not that I’m saying this just because he’s my father, but given the beastfolk trait where greater power brings greater beauty according to the logic of strength, his appearance was absolutely dazzling.
‘It’s just that his face looks so exhausted, sickly, and full of resignation.’
His impression was truly the kind that would fit perfectly in a Hong Kong street scene at night.
“Sir, I have something to ask you. Can you answer?”
No answer came, but the way he didn’t avert his gaze felt like an affirmative response.
“Sir, do you know how to use the power of water?”
“…What if I do?”
“Me! Teach me a little!”
I confidently extended my hand.
“You can teach me.”
“Your speech isn’t hindered, but it seems you’ve learned the language incorrectly.”
“Huh? No, I didn’t. I spoke correctly. Teach me.”
I spoke shamelessly.
While thinking to myself that Pierre was spending quite a bit more time with me than he had two days ago.
“You seem like you’d be good at teaching, mister.”
“…On what basis?”
“I don’t know, it’s just the look of you.”
“The look…?”
Impressive, right? My vocabulary. This is the vocabulary of my fourth regression cycle, after all.
For the first time, faint wrinkles formed on Pierre’s face.
“I really want to know—can’t I? I originally had many candidates, but I’m giving you the opportunity.”
Well, if I combined all my knowledge from the past, couldn’t I find at least one teacher to instruct me in the power of water?
…Actually, the truth is I can’t find one right now.
This absolutely cannot be discovered.
“You teach me. Okay?”
“…Who do you take after to be this shameless?”
“I take after Father.”
Dad. I take after you. I heard Mother was a beastkin with excellent character.
“Ah, so you don’t know our Father.”
“…You speak as if you know him well.”
“Of course I do. I know him well~ Father is really handsome and has incredible abilities. He’s the most amazing person. And he loves me so much.”
“…”
How about that, Dad?
The flattery I’ve prepared for you!
I hesitated for a moment before adding one more thing.
“He loves me so, so much. He cherishes me, worries that I might get hurt, and cries at even the smallest wound.”
“…Cries?”
“Yes. He has a tender heart.”
It wasn’t a lie.
‘My father on Earth. Or rather, my adoptive father’s story.’
I recalled a memory I had buried deep in the corner of my mind.
“Our princess! Daddy loves our daughter so, so much!”
“What are you saying, dear? I love our daughter more than you do?”
On Earth, I was an only child who received abundant love.
“Oh, did it hurt? Daddy will blow it away for you. All gone!”
My parents were so good that even after adopting me, they chose not to have biological children of their own.
‘…I really want to go home.’
This was the real reason I wanted to return home so desperately.
I erased the surfacing memories and smiled softly.
“…”
Pierre’s head, which had been resting on his chin as he stared at me intently, tilted slightly.
The moment his large hand reached toward me, I flinched.
“If you have such an affectionate father, would he really leave this alone?”
A slightly cool adult hand brushed past my cheek.
It was the spot that had swollen up from falling and being hit just yesterday.
‘Ah, now that I think about it, Misa looked quite startled earlier too. Was she shocked seeing my face?’
I partially covered my cheek and rolled my eyes around.
To keep my story consistent, I needed to come up with something.
“If your father cherishes you so dearly, then those who did this to you wouldn’t still be alive.”
“Huh? Uh, yes! Right! Well, Father really gave me a proper scolding!”
I nodded hurriedly.
As if that statement were the absolute truth.
“He beat them so thoroughly. They flew off into the distance, I’m telling you. It was incredibly cool!”
“Then why don’t you learn from that father of yours?”
“Well… my father is busy. He’s an incredibly busy person, so I don’t want to bother him.”
“…”
“Since you seem to be unemployed, help me out instead.”
…Wait, did he just smile slightly?
I looked again, but his expression remained unchanged. A face that suggested complete indifference to all worldly matters.
“I don’t know about other things, but…”
The moment that languid voice flowed out, I felt a chill run down my spine.
“I can certainly tell that you’re an extremely impudent and shameless little brat.”
I knew what this was. It was the power of water.
He was pressing down on me with the power of water.
It was pressure that a three-year-old would struggle to endure, but my mind was not that of a child.
‘He’s not aiming for my life… It’s merely a threat.’
An orca is a apex predator of the sea. Mere intimidation was enough to terrify its prey.
I didn’t hide my trembling and quickly shouted.
“Mister! So you really can use the power of water. Teach me!”
“How strange. Shouldn’t running away come first?”
“I’m not weak.”
Pierre’s eyebrows raised slightly. I felt the pressure weaken, just for a brief moment.
“What do you plan to use it for?”
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak.
“I’ll be going to an Educational Institution soon.”
“I see. You’re at that age. And then?”
“I’m going to become the best there.”
“…”
“I’m going to become the absolute best.”
I clenched both fists tightly.
To be precise, I was planning to become the best in this entire household, but it was still too early to reveal that to Father.
“Will you teach me a bit? Please?”
I already knew my story didn’t make a shred of sense.
The important thing was that I’d reached the conclusion that there was no choice but to approach Pierre with such shameless audacity.
“…I might die, though?”
“That’s fine!”
That’s my specialty, after all.
“You only live once—what’s wrong with dying?”
This time, I plan to survive to the very end, become the Dragon’s Bride, meet the dragon, and return home.
If I fail, unfortunately I’ll just be reborn.
I’m willing to keep trying until I see the dragon!

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