Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 161

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“It’s an emergency!”

Levy heard hurried footsteps. He held his breath at the voice that followed.

It was a living hell.

‘I’m not cut out for field work…….’

He had his complaints, but what could he do?

Having come this far, he couldn’t consider anything but a successful outcome.

That was why the boy was faithfully playing the role of an infiltrator, a role he wasn’t destined for.

Once he started, he had to succeed.

Even without his memories, Levy’s thought process was similar to Calypso’s.

“Captain, what’s going on?”

“Move out immediately. Unit 1… no, call everyone from Unit 2!”

“Then, what about the security here?”

“We have the other two units! Why aren’t you moving faster?”

“S-Sorry. But where are we going?”

“We’re going to Peseum!”

Two knights were conversing not far from Levy’s hiding place.

Black Leopard Knights, or knights under the Black Leopard’s command.

He could only see their black boots as he lay prone.

It wasn’t difficult to eavesdrop on their conversation, even amidst the dust.

“There seems to be a big problem; we’ve been ordered to move urgently.”

“……It’s an emergency. Understood! I’ll get the men moving immediately!”

Soon, the assembled knights moved discreetly.

Levy couldn’t detect presences very well, but he could still sense that many people were leaving.

‘This is something.’

Levy quietly recalled the moment Calypso explained the plan.

“There will come a moment when the personnel outside the building retreat. Probably… about half. Yes, exactly half will leave.”

Levy felt a chill.

Because exactly half the personnel were leaving now.

“That’s your chance. Until you bring out ‘Tus,’ the personnel won’t be replenished. You must bring him out at this time.”

“Didn’t you say there are powerful beastmen of the land inside the building?”

“Ah, don’t worry. Half of them will come to Peseum, and half of the remaining half will disappear with the departing personnel.”

Calypso was confident at the time, certain that everything she said would come true.

Levy kept wondering.

‘What this person says always comes to pass.’

‘How much can she see?’

“What should we do if things don’t go as you say?”

“I’ll tell you what to do in that case from now on. But it will proceed as I said.”

Most attractive of all was the confidence on Calypso’s face as she explained.

“Because I’ll make it so.”

A noble appearance, different from the arrogance of the beastmen of the land.

Calypso said she would make it seem like the ‘Dragon Duke’ was in Peseum—not just say it, but make it look that way.

If that happened, she predicted that exactly half the forces would move.

‘It’s as if she knows Duke Pantyrion’s temperament and is acting accordingly.’

Sometimes…….

‘It’s like she knows the future.’

That was the conclusion Levy’s brilliant mind had reached, but he thought it was absurd.

On the other hand, he wondered if she really had a special ability called ‘precognition’ [the ability to see the future].

Seeing as there was a kid like Whale, he didn’t think there couldn’t be mutants in the world.

But now wasn’t the time to explore the princess’s secrets.

By the time Levy finished his long train of thought, the area near the building had become deserted.

He was sure that the personnel guarding the interior had also left.

Someone appeared near Levy and Drex.

“So, you were here.”

He hadn’t noticed until they were close.

Levy was startled and turned around at the whispering voice, and there stood Atlan, smirking.

“You little punk, getting scared.”

Levy felt relieved at the sight of Atlan and stood up, dusting himself off.

Drex, who had been hiding with him, did the same.

“You’ve arrived.”

“You can speak louder. I’ve cast a barrier.”

Atlan looked around and nodded.

“It seems everyone’s gone?”

“Yes, it’s as the princess said. About half seem to have left.”

“Levy is right.”

Drex, who had a better sense for combat, lent weight to Levy’s words.

Atlan chuckled and shrugged.

“Well, how great do you think she is? You just have to believe what she says.”

“…….”

“Then you’ll always be victorious.”

His posture was strangely cocky, but upon closer inspection, it was disciplined.

Even though it was a family where the strong took everything, wouldn’t it be uncomfortable to take orders from a much younger sister?

Levy neatly dismissed the question that had initially crossed his mind.

Atlan sincerely served Calypso as his liege, respecting and cherishing her.

‘Betrayal and murder are common among the Orca siblings, aren’t they?’

His blind faith was almost miraculous.

But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about this.

“Is this the way in?”

“Yes. Before you arrived, I heard about the general movements from Sir Drex, and I’ve memorized all the routes. If you share what you know, Atlan-nim, the escape route will be perfect… well, not perfect, but usable.”

Atlan stared at Levy with a strange expression for a moment.

“……? What’s wrong?”

“No, I just feel like I might get confused sometimes.”

Atlan frowned.

Levy clearly had no memories, but sometimes he was so much like he was in his previous life that it made him wonder if he did.

‘The future changes, so he can’t be exactly the same.’

But this guy was completely without any sense of incongruity.

“No, never mind. You’re saying I just have to spill what I know, right?”

“Yes.”

Not only had the number of personnel Calypso predicted left, but Atlan had also arrived right on time.

Now, all that was left to do was bring the being Calypso had spoken of.

A little later, they were hiding in a hallway.

Atlan glanced sideways, half satisfied and… half dissatisfied.

“Hey… can’t you do something about your walking speed?”

Levy’s predicted route was almost perfect.

With the addition of the patrol times and sequences of the guards that Atlan had told him, it was much easier to sneak around.

He was like a machine that only knew shortcuts.

However, the downside was that Levy was a brainiac, so there was a limit to how well he could keep up with Atlan and Drex.

“I’m really sorry, but I’m a brainy type, and I’m doing my best right now.”

Atlan shrugged at Levy’s face, which seemed to say, ‘I’m having a hard time just holding my breath right now.’

“You little punk, with that temper.”

“……That’s why I hate combat personnel. Seriously.”

“What?”

“Why?”

Atlan was a little surprised but shook his head again.

‘What. He’s saying the exact same words as in the previous timeline, without missing a single syllable. That startled me. Ugh.’

They soon arrived at their destination.

“What, you said there would be almost no one near the door… and there really isn’t?”

Levy recalled what he had heard from Calypso.

“I heard from the princess that even the servants avoid him because he’s ominous and scary.”

While other places were full of tight security, only the vicinity of the Dragon Duke’s room was almost empty, just as it had been when Calypso had gone.

However, there weren’t no people at all.

The only guard was walking down the hallway, probably on patrol.

The three of them checked for any signs of movement for a moment.

Finally, when the guard was far away.

‘Now!’

They opened the door and went inside, closing it behind them.

Closing the huge door silently required great strength, but it was no problem for Atlan.

“Is this the place?”

“Yes. It is.”

The three people who entered the room were speechless.

“……Hey, is this really the Dragon Duke’s room?”

Atlan prided himself on having seen all sorts of things in his previous life as a regressor [someone who has lived the same life multiple times].

He had seen many unsightly things in his life, but…….

This was a first.

‘You said there would be someone disguised as that Ekion guy.’

He also said that the person they were looking for was a child.

But the child’s room was very strange……. No, it was ominous.

Not a single item in the room was intact. Chairs and tables were overturned, and everything was broken or shattered.

The curtains were torn and tattered, and shards of glass were scattered on the floor.

“It stinks of blood. What crazy bastard did this?”

Most of all… the walls were stained with something like red paint.

“……Either the owner of this place is a crazy bastard, or the guy who visited this place is a piece of trash who deserves to die.”

If he wasn’t mistaken, the traces on the wall were definitely blood.

Atlan pursed his lips and looked around.

Finally, he found a small mound rising on the bed.

It was a trace that an ordinary person would have simply overlooked because the bed was too big.

Was it just a trace? The presence…….

‘It’s too weak.’

Atlan’s expression hardened.