Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 18

Episode 18

For some reason, I feel a growing dissatisfaction and want to turn everything upside down.

The problem is, I can’t deny the training is showing results, so I can’t really complain.

Still, is it really necessary to gather all this just to do laundry once…?

Moreover, however they stored it, all the black clothes were covered in a thick layer of dust.

“By any chance, Master, these clothes… did you just receive them and never take them out of here?”

“That is correct.”

“…….”

I rubbed my face.

‘Ah, which subordinate was it that said Pierre liked things clean…?’

I’ll kill them if I meet them in this life. I’ll definitely kill them.

We promised not to call someone clean if they only keep their own space, especially their own seat, clean. You damn fish bastard.

I sighed inwardly.

“Master, you’re great and all, but what am I supposed to do about the water?”

“You still can’t summon water?”

It was as if he was looking at something very strange, or more accurately, something dim-witted.

I was dumbfounded by the look on my dad’s face as it passed by.

“Your strength, agility, and stamina are at a level unmatched for your age.”

“Of course, should I be compared to my age? Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I brag? I even beat up an eight-year-old.”

“If you can’t do that much, you’re not a direct descendant.”

“……This is why I hate talking to geniuses.”

“What?”

I confidently stuck out my stomach. Hehe.

“No, listen. I’m a complete genius in my class too.”

Then Pierre’s expression became strange.

“You?”

Wow, look at how his words and expression match. A perfect example of consistency.

“The level of orca infants has really hit rock bottom lately.”

……Pierre seems to be the old hag’s son.

How can his *dú shé* [毒舌, literally ‘poison tongue,’ meaning sharp-tongued] be so similar the more I look at him?

He knows that he’s too much of a genius to understand ordinary people and even ordinary geniuses.

Even knowing that, there are times when I’m dumbfounded. Like now.

‘Isn’t the reason my brothers didn’t like Dad because he acted like this?’

Judging from how my brothers always grumbled about Dad or didn’t look too happy when he became the head of the family.

I don’t know much because Dad died before I returned in my previous life, but,

“Master, you need to know how amazing I am.”

“Why would I?”

“Then you can be proud of how well you taught me, right? You can brag too.”

“There’s a point.”

Right? Orcas basically live to think highly of themselves.

Seeing this, I realize that Pierre, who always seems languid and resigned, is also an orca after all.

“By the way, Master, doing laundry is great, but… what am I supposed to do about the water?”

Then Pierre paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, before slowly moving his hand.

The water that flowed from the air wrapped around the mountain of laundry and floated it up.

The window was wide open.

I stared blankly at the laundry flying away.

‘Wow, using the power of water like that is an art. An art.’

I was also one of the strongest in my previous life, but the power of water that Pierre uses is incredibly delicate, unlike his personality.

Sometimes, I even tilt my head, wondering if even the me from the 3rd timeline could do that? Such control.

‘……I want it.’

Was I staring too obviously?

I didn’t see what happened to the laundry that flew out the window.

“What are you looking at so intently?”

“Huh?”

“Go wash it.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, ah!”

The moment I felt my feet getting wet, I was suddenly floating, surrounded by water.

It felt like a hamster trapped in a giant hamster ball.

We’re aquatic animals anyway, so we won’t suffocate if we’re surrounded by water, but…….

‘My clothes are getting wet! Clothes!’

My dad, who only had delicate abilities but a personality less delicate than a lion’s stench, threw me out the window like that.

Where I arrived was the fountain in front of the building where Pierre lived.

The fountain was filled with clear water, and the laundry was piled high, showing off its presence.

Moreover, the waters kept floating up and throwing in soap they had brought from somewhere.

“What to do? Without stepping on it.”

If I looked up, I could see Pierre leaning loosely against the window frame, resting his chin on his hand.

“Master, do you perhaps… see me as a maid instead of a disciple?”

“Are you curious about what a real maid does?”

“…….”

I didn’t give in.

“Then do you perhaps see me as a slave?”

“I can let you experience that too if you wish.”

“You told me to step on it, Master, right?”

So, in the end, my current treatment is the best.

I grumbled, rolled up my skirt, and prepared to step on the laundry.

‘It’s really strange. What kind of training involves doing a bunch of housework?’

It was extremely bizarre.

I was even starting to wonder if he was planning to take advantage of the situation to have me clean, sweep, and tidy up this entire building with my own hands.

‘No, remodeling the entire building with the hands of a three-year-old(?) Where did your conscience go?’

Of course, considering the results so far, I don’t think that’s the case, but lately, it’s been a close call.

Well, what can I do?

‘It’s not like the training isn’t working. If I’m told to do it, I have to do it.’

Before I knew it, I hadn’t even been to the military, but I was empathizing with the mindset of a private and started stepping on the laundry diligently as told.

The problem is…….

‘I’m too light!’

You need weight to step on laundry, but I was far from it. How much could a three-year-old weigh anyway?

“At that rate, how will the dirt come out? You’ll have to step on it for three days.”

“Eek……!!”

I’m doing it. I’m doing it.

I ignored the nagging coming from above and pondered.

If I don’t finish this, I won’t be able to go home.

There was a time when I didn’t finish the assigned cleaning last time, and after almost sleeping in that building, I decided to work hard whenever I do it.

“What should I do if I don’t have weight, Master? Ah, should I use strength?”

“Yes. What are you going to do with your strength?”

I put a little more strength into my legs and stepped down firmly.

Oh, it’s going in, it’s going in……!

‘It’s going in!!’

I lifted my head up.

“Master, it’s going in!! Did you see? Did you see! It went in!!”

I smiled as brightly as I could.

Some water splashed, but I was still happy.

Ah, the path to becoming stronger is always enjoyable!

‘To be able to add weight like this. This could help me overcome my small body in combat later on?!’

Even though all I can do is wait for time to pass quickly.

I was wondering how to overcome the weaknesses of this body!

“…….”

I thought he would tell me to stop talking and just train.

But when I lifted my head, Dad had turned his head away for some reason.

Oh, wasn’t he looking at me just now?

Whatever.

“You’re right, Master. It’s really the best!”

Here. Lip service, Dad!

I chuckled and started stepping diligently, so I didn’t notice the gaze that started to pierce the top of my head once again.

Nor the fact that Dad’s expression had darkened.

* * *

Calypso wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

‘Hoo, there’s more than I thought.’

I worked hard, but there was still some left.

This was inevitable.

I overcame the weight with strength, but there was one thing Calypso didn’t think of!

‘What can I do about my small feet!’

Sigh, frustrating.

Calypso realized that she could only hope time would grow her body in this regard and felt frustrated.

She herself wasn’t fully aware of it, but she was serious about getting stronger due to her 3rd life.

Moreover, her spirit was strong.

Even though she kept muttering “three years old, three years old,” she didn’t even consider the basic fact that an ordinary three-year-old beastkin wouldn’t be able to endure it.

This was the same for her dad, Pierre, who was making her do all this.

Even if the two of them didn’t know it, it was a scene that could be described as like father, like daughter.

The sun was setting before they knew it.

Watching the setting sun, Calypso fell into thought.

‘What do I do with what’s left…….’

Should I do it tomorrow?

Or should I just do a little more and finish it?

If it gets late, the rabbit-like child who would be worried and tearful……

No, Calypso pondered, thinking of the herring-like maids who would be worried.

She didn’t feel the shadow approaching her.

‘What on earth is that being doing.’

Pierre looked at the small back and pondered a thought he had never had in his life.

He had never seen a being or object that piqued his interest, wherever he went, whenever he went.

To be precise, the being that piqued his interest was himself, wherever he went.

He was too busy finding such attention annoying.

“Shall we bet, Young Master Orca? You will definitely be embarrassed by a being similar to you someday.”

The only exception could be said to be…… his wife, whom he had a political marriage with.

She was already a beastkin who had been dead for a long time.

“Ah…… Master!”

He definitely knows I’m his father.

This little one is so miraculously flawless that she never makes a mistake.

“Master, you’re frowning because I didn’t finish this, right? I was just thinking for a moment.”

“…….”

……Wouldn’t she call me Dad by mistake at least once?

Wrinkles were added to Pierre’s languid impression.