Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 28

The Orca Villain Baby (28)

Episode 28

“Are you here?”

Recently, Pierre wasn’t at the fountain like before.

After I first entered the building, he would stay in his room or drawing room, and say that when he saw me coming.

Sometimes, I would see Pierre sitting in front of the window where he could see me well, and I would think, ‘Is he waiting for me to come?’

But it’s probably just my imagination.

“Uh-huh… Hello, Teacher.”

“Yeah.”

I diligently scanned Dad’s face.

Let’s see, is there anything different about him today?

His disgustingly handsome looks, like a Hong Kong Triad [organized crime syndicate] executive, were still there, and his languid, tired expression was the same.

There was nothing different to the naked eye.

“…….”

……No. Or is there?

‘Why, why is he staring at me like that?’

It’s different. Something was a little different.

Unlike usual, he was staring intently at me.

The cold sweat that I thought had stopped was flowing again.

If that Dad finds out I lied, what will he do?

I didn’t think I would lie and never get caught.

However, I judged that the Pierre I knew would take a long time to find out what I was hiding.

‘At least I thought Dad wouldn’t be interested in worldly affairs, so I could hold out for another month?’

I was even timing when I would get caught while carrying out Operation Seodongyo [a Korean folktale about a boy who plants a rumor to win a princess’s hand]!

I didn’t expect to face it today!

Besides, the way he’s staring at me, it’s as if he’s saying, ‘You know your sins!’

As someone with a guilty conscience, it was very difficult.

I still need that Dad’s protection.

“What’s that?”

When Dad finally opened his mouth, I reacted quickly. Rather, this became a breakthrough.

“What? This? The parchment I’m holding?”

“Yeah.”

Ah! He was looking at the parchment in my hand?

My face lit up.

“I brought this for Teacher! What do you think, aren’t you curious about what it is? Aren’t you excited?”

“…Not really.”

Okay! With his usual blunt reaction, I felt the stuffiness in my chest clear away.

Yeah, I don’t know why Pierre gave Lyla that order, but.

‘He probably doesn’t want to have a concrete conversation with me yet.’

I was curious about what whim made him give that order, but I thought it wasn’t the time to bring it up yet, so I quickly readjusted the parchment.

“Wait, Teacher! I’ll make you an amazing dish today!”

What I requested from the Luga Ruga brothers.

That was a cooking recipe.

* * *

Pierre was not in a good mood.

No, he hadn’t been in such a bad mood in the last three years.

Mostly, he was either languid, tired, or bored.

It was an emotion with a clear color, unlike him, who had lived with only one of these three or an emotion close to resignation.

And this was solely because of his daughter, whom he had taken in as a disciple.

“Do you perhaps need a second disciple?”

Just yesterday. His daughter, Calypso, did something absurd, just like when she first appeared before him.

She brought a boy and asked him to take that kid in as a second disciple.

The problem was that the boy she brought looked like him to anyone who saw him.

He had already awakened the power of water, and his face was pale, as if he had realized his anger first.

His third son, that is.

It was an absurd situation to think about again.

‘……Does she even intend to hide it from me?’

At this point, Pierre was curious about what his daughter was thinking with that tiny head of hers.

From the beginning, asking him to take him in as a disciple, knowing who he was and pretending not to know, was not something a sane person could do.

Besides, she even brags about her imaginary dad in front of him. She was not normal.

Can orcas go crazy?

The answer was ‘yes.’

“Crazy bastard. You’re really a crazy bastard, even though you’re my kid.”

That was what he himself had heard countless times from his mother.

In fact, among orcas, there were many who couldn’t overcome the madness or psychosis given as a side effect of excessively developed instincts and went crazy.

Regarding this, his mother clicked her tongue, saying that they went crazy because they were weak.

Pierre’s thoughts were different.

Orcas just have it engraved in their genes. A madness that cannot be cut out.

“I don’t need it. Get lost.”

Anyway, at this point, even Pierre felt like he was being deceived.

Pierre felt not only embarrassment but also anger and refused.

And he even thought about quitting this messy master-disciple relationship in the future.

He was definitely going to do that.

Definitely.

“Teacher, do you know who he is? I beat him today! Teacher told me, ‘If you fight, don’t get beaten up, just hit them!'”

He was going to do that, but.

“…You won?”

“Yeah, I won!”

The moment he saw Calypso’s bright smile and triumphant expression, his anger lost its way.

He could say with certainty that this was the first time.

It was a relationship that started out of a whim because he had a newfound interest.

He always thought he had control over the end, but.

“But I beat him, so he became my subordinate, but there’s no place to use him. Can’t he stay here with us?”

Pierre thought for the first time that it might not be.

It was unfamiliar, absurd, and incomprehensible.

The word ‘like me’ was engraved in Calypso’s eyes as she said this.

When he came to his senses, he had already accepted it somehow.

His third son had been making a face as if he had misheard, but in the end, he didn’t say a word of protest to Calypso.

Because of this, Pierre became curious instead.

As far as he knew, there was an insurmountable age gap between Calypso and his third son, Agenor.

Was that all? Unlike Calypso, Agenor had awakened the power of water from birth.

How on earth did she win him over so that he couldn’t say a word and stayed still?

“Teacher, ta-da! Did you wait long? It’s done!”

By the time he woke up from his thoughts, there was a dish in front of him with steaming vapor rising from it.

Pierre hesitated for a moment.

…Can a three-year-old cook?

This was a different dimension from the servants roughly preparing, heating, or slightly processing the dishes they brought.

However, Pierre, who did not know the child’s growth process, thought it was just like that again.

“Last time, I saw that Teacher seemed to like red salmon! So I looked for something I could mix with salmon and eat!”

“You looked it up?”

Pierre looked at the dish and Calypso’s face once each.

Then he frowned slightly.

The dish that Calypso confidently presented.

A dish with steaming vapor rising from it. That was.

The dish revealed as the lid was opened looked like something bizarre that couldn’t be said to have salmon mixed in, no matter how you looked at it.

If there was a ‘salmon from the underworld,’ wouldn’t it feel like this?

‘……It’s a mess.’

Was it because she was going to cut the dish for him that he saw the signs from when she started hacking it to pieces?

It seemed that his daughter was terrible at cooking.

Pierre calmly acknowledged the fact that was revealed before his eyes.

On the one hand, he was a little troubled that he was the one who had to shove that into his mouth.

“It’s okay, right? Even though it looks like this, I considered the nutrition!”

To tell the truth, Calypso was actually of the opinion that anything was fine as long as it went into her mouth, as she said earlier.

In her 1st and 2nd lives, she not only ate by reading people’s faces, but also had a meal life close to abuse in the family she was sold to.

In her previous lives, she had lived a survival life, leaving her family and catching animals in the meadows or forests.

Her concept of food was seriously dulled.

There was no way a person could be normal after regressing three times.

The regressor, who broke down without realizing it, revealed a prominent madness in cooking and food, but she was the only one who didn’t know.

“…You considered the nutrition?”

“Yeah, I got a precious recipe. I even considered the three major nutrients!”

…If I eat it, I’ll lose not only the three major nutrients but also my sense of taste.

Pierre calmly commented.

If he didn’t want to eat it, he could just turn the plate over or throw the fork.

He could even push it away, saying it was disgusting.

Nevertheless, his hand did not do so.

“Actually, I feel sorry for Teacher, so…”

Calypso, not knowing this, put down the dish and fidgeted with her hands.