Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 30

Chapter 30

It’s okay if Pierre doesn’t tell me.

It’s not like there’s no other way to find out.

I could just run to Layla and ask.

I tend to give up easily on things that are impossible, so I was about to drop it and point out that our food was getting cold.

“We should eat before it gets cold.”

However, the words caught in my throat.

“You said you cherish and love him?”

Pierre spoke first.

I blinked.

“Didn’t you say it yourself? That your father cherishes and loves you dearly.”

“……That’s right.”

Pierre picked up his knife and fork and casually cut a piece of the slightly blackened salmon.

He placed a small piece firmly onto his fork.

“Then that must be the answer.”

I watched, speechless, as Pierre brought the salmon to his mouth.

* * *

Pierre’s third son, Agenor.

From a young age, the boy was an exceptionally gifted orca.

To borrow Calypso’s words, Pierre’s three sons were truly ‘geniuses’ blessed by the heavens.

Among them, Agenor was particularly talented in applying his water abilities.

However, Agenor knew that application abilities would inevitably meet their limits when faced with raw power.

He knew it, but there was no one his age to demonstrate this firsthand, so Agenor became arrogant.

“As expected of Pierre’s son.”

He was *that* Pierre’s son.

Of course, his father hadn’t done anything for him except pass on his talent, power, and physique, but that was the same for his brothers, so it didn’t matter.

Agenor had wielded this innate ability to his heart’s content since he was young.

At least, he didn’t use it against those weaker than him.

Because that wasn’t fun.

“Wow, you persistent bastard. Come back after you’ve aged a couple more years.”

He would pick fights with his second older brother, Atlant, who was closest to him in age.

Or he would pick fights with orcas who were a little older than him.

Sometimes, he would even pick fights with his first older brother, Velus, even though he knew he would lose.

Since the brothers didn’t care about each other and only thought about killing each other when they met, they didn’t care how much they got hurt.

“Ugh, I, I lost. I lost, Lord Agenor!”

At some point, Agenor simply became bored of winning.

As his strength grew, there was no one in the organization who could match him.

It was a setback.

Agenor really enjoyed seeing those stronger than him stumble when they were careless.

That’s why he decided to hide his identity as soon as he entered the intermediate organization.

This was successful, and he was brilliantly ostracized.

This presented a very different kind of stimulation.

Ostracism is, when you think about it, another form of excessive attention.

Agenor knew that those who stimulated him would one day fall into his hands, so he even felt a thrill. He had been waiting for that day.

“Oppa [Korean term for ‘older brother’ used by females]. Right?”

Without ever dreaming that it would collapse in a completely unexpected direction.

‘I still can’t believe it when I think about it.’

Agenor wore a comfortable training suit and made an absurd expression.

He couldn’t understand why he was here.

Of course, he had no choice but to come because his pride would be hurt if he didn’t.

A week ago.

His younger sister Calypso suddenly appeared.

Not only did he lose to that little thing, but he even begged her in a moment of infatuation.

After hearing that his younger sister was only three years old, he even felt self-disgust.

But the absurdity didn’t end there.

The place where Calypso, who had defeated him, toddled off to was none other than the place where his father, Pierre, resided.

“Do you perhaps not need a second disciple?”

When he heard those words, Agenor thought for a moment that his younger sister must be crazy.

There were such kids in the orca family.

Kids who were incredibly strong but had one fatal flaw.

Just like his father, Pierre, was physically weak instead of having great power, there were sometimes kids who were mentally unstable.

He felt that his pride was hurt because he had lost to a kid who wasn’t mentally sound.

Anyway, what was even more absurd was that his father, whom he had met for the first time, listened to his younger sister!

‘Huh.’

And so, Agenor was forced to call his father ‘teacher’ before he could even call him ‘father.’

‘How is this even happening?’

Just like Calypso, Agenor was growing up like a weed without a special guardian.

His two older brothers, who were older than him, seemed to have found their own way to survive, but he was planning to find his way in the future.

To do that, becoming stronger was a good thing.

Yes, thinking that way, he somehow got through this absurd situation while turning pale…

‘But this is real. It doesn’t make sense.’

Agenor swallowed hard as he looked at the scene before him.

“Three hundred and thirty-five!”

“Right leg. It’s out of alignment.”

“Ugh! I know, I know, so don’t increase the size of the stones!”

His three-year-old younger sister Calypso was doing bunny hops.

Yes, she could do bunny hops. She was round and round, unlike an orca, so it suited her quite well.

…The problem was the weight of the stones hanging on that small body.

‘How many kilograms is that stone?’

If you were to recalculate the weight of the stone, it was definitely heavier than Calypso, who was jumping.

This wasn’t the only thing.

‘Throwing stones? With the power of water?’

Every time Calypso did a bunny hop, Pierre, who was sitting on a nearby fountain, threw stones nonchalantly.

Moreover, the size of the stones was getting bigger and bigger…!

This was truly an absurd sight.

‘No way! All I could do at that age was run.’

Agenor himself knew because he had great talent.

He certainly had lived an unusual life with unusual talents at the age of three, unlike ordinary three-year-olds.

But he could never have done that!

‘Normal three-year-olds can’t do 500 bunny hops! They can’t!’

If three-year-old Agenor had been made to do bunny hops with a stone heavier than his body, he would have run away before carrying the stone or suffocated under the weight of the stone.

It’s impossible. It’s really impossible.

Even his more talented first older brother probably wouldn’t be able to do it.

Gulp.

Agenor realized over the week.

…The reason why that little younger sister had no choice but to beat him.

No, in the first place, this was a fight he had no choice but to lose.

“Ugh, Teacher. You’re not really going to throw that, are you?”

“Why would I have brought it if I wasn’t going to throw it?”

“That’s murder. No, fish slaughter!”

“Looks like you have enough energy to talk nonsense, so I can increase it.”

“Hah, it’s too hard, Teacher.”

In the meantime, something that neither Calypso nor Pierre knew was revealed in detail through Agenor’s eyes.

No matter how you looked at it, that wasn’t normal training.

‘Why can’t she materialize water even though she’s capable of that training?’

The reason why that training is possible is obviously because of the power of water.

It also meant that the body could withstand the power of water.

Her body and mind were so prepared, but she just couldn’t awaken it, which was a topic for research.

If he threw it into the orca research institute in the family, those crazy about research would be thrilled.

Agenor clenched his fist tightly.

Agenor Aquasiadel.

As much as he liked to make fun of the strong and knock them down.

He was smart and twisted.

At the same time, he also had the ability to accept this situation and cleanly acknowledge it.

‘She’s the real deal…!’

The stronger the orca, the stronger the desire for power.

Also, the stronger the respect and obsession for the strong. ‘If I can’t have it, I’ll destroy it’ is their motto.

A strong person who can’t be destroyed?

Then you have to embrace them.

You have to respect them!

“What are you doing? It’s your turn next.”

In Agenor’s eyes, Calypso, who was following that training, was truly crazy.

His father, who was giving this groundbreaking (?) training to a three-year-old, was also no ordinary madman…!

Of course, when it came to madness, Calypso was slightly ahead.

No matter how Agenor looked at it, that wasn’t training that could be digested.

He went through shock on the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd days, anger on the 4th and 5th days, and finished the acceptance period on the 6th day.

A star-like, sparkling light appeared in Agenor’s eyes.

“Please give me a stone smaller than Calypso’s, Teacher.”