Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 218

Chapter 218

Gamora spoke with a much more refined tone than when he was with us.

It was a dialect specific to the capital.

“How regrettable, truly regrettable.”

As Gamora’s lips moved, golden light flowed from his body.

A light with a distinctly different saturation than the golden eyes of the Dragon Duke, Ekion.

It seemed as though Gamora’s hair was being dyed from the ends, and beneath Gamora’s shell-like skin, smooth skin appeared.

A dazzlingly beautiful, yet unsettlingly handsome man sat with one knee bent.

The light restored Gamora’s missing arm and reattached his broken leg.

A man with shimmering golden hair and low-saturation golden eyes rose from his seat.

Cale Helteade.

“Ah, this brainwashing was lengthy.”

A clear voice.

The cracked, hoarse voice of a dying man was nowhere to be found.

He was a man composed only of brilliant colors, as if chosen by the sun, by God.

I loathed this light, and these colors, terribly.

The moment Cale’s eyes moved with a cozy and serene gaze, rope-like restraints sprang from the ground and tightly bound my limbs.

A whooshing sound came from behind.

“Don’t move! Everyone, freeze!”

At the same time as the command was shouted, the sound from behind subsided.

An expression of surprise flickered across Cale’s face.

“Why, aren’t you receiving help?”

“…….”

On the floor were the discarded skin and clothes from when he was Gamora.

I stared at his smooth face for a long time before asking.

“Do you know me?”

“Why wouldn’t I know you?”

I chuckled softly.

“Ha, haha…….”

With just a few words, he proved it.

Yes.

You too, remember the previous iterations?

A vile sense of elation surged from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head.

Just how many of my precious subordinates died at this bastard’s hands?

My family? The manor’s residents?

Starting from my heart, a blazing fire of hatred threatened to turn me to ashes at any moment.

“How far back?”

At my question, Cale leaned his upper body towards me, as if he knew I couldn’t move.

He approached defenselessly.

The hateful face came close to my face. Even the breath he exhaled was unpleasant.

“How far back do you *want* me to remember?”

“Of course… I want you to remember *everything*.”

“…….”

I smiled brightly.

“So how much do you remember, you musty bastard?”

Cale also smiled softly and kindly.

Bearing a coolness and madness different from the smile he gave the heroine.

A cold hand grabbed my chin.

Is this what it feels like to have a bug crawl on you?

“Of course, how could I not remember all of my memories with you, Calypso? Don’t you think?”

“Ah. Very good, Cale.”

We were never on friendly terms where we called each other by name, not even once.

“I missed you.”

“Haha, could you have missed me as much as I missed you, you bastard?”

The hatred dripping from each other’s names was the proof.

A person of high status never carelessly gives out their name.

This was a name that could only be called because we were enemies.

“You sharpened that thin neck of yours well before coming to me, right?”

My face softened amiably.

The ropes binding me were made of earth and rock. They were cracking and breaking.

“You better have.”

In Cale’s gleaming eyes, a moment of tension flickered.

Crack, crack, crack!

Kwaaaang!

My fist pierced through Cale’s body. A hole was punched straight through in the shape of my fist.

I wiped away what had splattered on my face.

Brown. Mud, and dirt.

“Haha, hahahaha. How disappointing. So very.”

“…….”

“I thought there would be more time…….”

Cale even laughed well with a gaping hole where his heart should have been.

Of course.

Because this was a mud doll made by this bastard, or rather, by the ‘power of earth’.

‘You moronic, pathetic bastard. I knew you’d send a doll.’

I wasn’t flustered.

I had expected it from the moment I approached Gamora, no, from the moment I felt the Crown Prince’s power from him.

The power of brainwashing.

When combined with the mud doll ability he uses, a puppet is born that believes itself to be a certain human.

A very efficient ability for creating spies.

I had been caught off guard and defeated several times during the war.

And I was the victor of that war. How could I not remember the abilities of the bastard who challenged me?

“Good. Even if you missed me, could you have missed me as much as I missed you?”

I grinned.

“Thank you for being alive, Cale.”

The laughter gradually disappeared from Cale’s face.

That you have memories.

“To think I’d get another chance to kill you.”

“It’s the greatest happiness I’ll ever have.”

The world, subordinates, comrades, family who died by your hand.

I can justly avenge all of this.

I was overjoyed, beyond measure.

My laughter echoed throughout the wasteland.

His mud doll began to crumble from the ends.

Because I had detonated the core, it could no longer maintain its form.

“……Crazy bitch.”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve heard that. *That* one.”

This time it was my turn to grin.

“You always wanted to forget your fear of me, even if it meant calling me that, right?”

Cale looked somewhere with a smileless face.

Soon, a smile faintly flickered across his face again.

“Well, fine. I’ve achieved my goal too.”

The place Cale was heading was exactly where the Dragon Duke was.

Beneath his low-saturation golden eyes, a glistening desire flickered.

“Let’s meet again.”

Gazing at the desire that was overflowing, I grabbed the crumbling bastard by the collar.

“You stupid bastard. You need to know this before you go, right?”

“…….”

“It’s not that *you* realized it.”

I showed it to you.

That the Dragon Duke is here.

“Sharpen your neck and wait. I’ll be there.”

With my last smile, his mud doll collapsed to the ground.

With wide eyes of surprise.

I dusted off my hands.

“……What are you looking at?”

As I held out my hand, a cool stream of water appeared, cleaning it.

“Haa…….”

I looked up at the sky, then slowly closed my eyes. My twitching fist was full of anger, but.

My face was filled with elation.

“Haha.”

This time……

“I *must* kill you.”

* * *

I arrived at the Aquasieldel mansion.

The return journey was faster than the trip to the fortress. It was the result of urging them on because there was a patient.

Atlan glanced at Calypso with eyes half-filled with anger and half-filled with worry.

Calypso was staring intently at Hauser, who was receiving treatment.

Before arriving here, she had contacted Whale, who had gone elsewhere, and summoned him to the mansion.

Fortunately, Whale returned in time and was able to begin treatment immediately.

There was no need to worry about the materials needed to use Whale’s ability anymore.

For nine years, all the materials in the world, whether they existed or not, had been gathered here.

Sweat beaded on Whale’s forehead as he treated him.

Atlan now stared intently at Calypso, who was staring at Hauser without expression.

“Second.”

Calypso said without looking at Atlan.

“You’re going to bore a hole in my face.”

“…….”

The two were standing on the wall right next to the door.

It was also to avoid disturbing Whale that they insisted on this spot.

“More than that.”

Calypso still asked, keeping her gaze fixed on Hauser.

“What would you do if a former comrade was a criminal in this timeline?”

Looking at Hauser, she must be asking with that bastard in mind, right?

It was a story Atlan had thought about at least once.

In his previous life, he didn’t have a single friend, but he had comrades who had gone through life and death together.

What if such a guy became a bad person committing crimes in this life?

“Hauser being in that place… He probably would have been caught, but he’s not someone who can be caught easily.”

“Well… that’s true.”

Calypso’s point was, what if Hauser had cooperated with the sharks [a criminal organization] and was then imprisoned due to internal conflicts?

That was the concern.

It was a matter of concern for Calypso, who seemed to be subtly lenient but had a clear line.

“Well, if I were you… if someone I knew became like that in this life, I’d beat them up, wouldn’t I?”

“…….”

“Make them apologize for what they did wrong, and if the person who got hit can’t forgive them, they have to go and repent and accept the punishment. What else can they do? That’s a good thing for that guy’s remaining life.”

Calypso chuckled softly at Atlan’s nonchalant reply.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, because my thoughts are similar to yours.”

Like those words, the worry that had been on Calypso’s face disappeared, and she looked quite refreshed.

Calypso looked down at her hands.

‘I’ve never done this before.’

In a life that was always lonely, people who remember the same things as her appeared.

Only in this iteration.

So Calypso sometimes had that illusion.

“It’s strange, I feel like I’m living a previous life very occasionally.”