Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 29

The Orca Overlord’s Daughter (29)

#29

Pierre stared intently at Calypso.

“Sorry about what?”

“Yeah. About yesterday, when I suddenly brought someone and asked you to take them on as a disciple.”

“…….”

It was an uncomfortable topic.

“Actually, now that I think about it, Master, it might have been an uncomfortable situation for you… I think I was too inconsiderate.”

“At least you know that much.”

Saying that, Pierre fixed his gaze on Calypso’s fingers.

There were clearly noticeable wounds that hadn’t been there when she first came in.

‘Come to think of it, there’s no way a three-year-old could cook perfectly.’

Those burns, blisters, and wounds on her fingers must have been from making this dish—or whatever it was from the underworld.

“Yeah. I was inconsiderate. I’m sorry.”

The daughter in front of him was cunning. She had to be.

Otherwise, how could she act so dejected and cautious only in situations like this?

Using honorifics she never usually used.

‘Hello, mister.’

Was it because she had initially faced him with such brazenness?

He hated seeing her so droopy and cautious.

‘Look up. Where did that brazen face that deceived me go?’

“…….”

A stream of water grabbed Calypso’s cheek and forcibly lifted her head.

Calypso blinked her big eyes.

“When you’re talking, you look people in the eye.”

“Huh? Oh, uh-huh.”

“Explain the dish.”

“Huh?”

“Keep going with what you were doing.”

Then, Calypso, while still looking cautious, continued her explanation.

This salmon dish was sprinkled with lemon juice, and it was supposed to have five kinds of herbs, but she couldn’t find one of the ingredients, so she only put in four.

Even with things missing, it was decent for a house where someone lived alone.

She even said that she cooked to her satisfaction, thanks to how there was nothing missing in Master’s kitchen.

Pierre didn’t even blink as he silently listened to this ridiculous story.

The stream of water Pierre created was already wrapping around her burned hand, cooling down the heat.

Calypso was so engrossed in her explanation that she didn’t seem to notice.

‘She’s rather insensitive to pain or injury.’

This was something only Pierre, who had trained her, knew.

Calypso was rather insensitive to pain or injury. To be precise, she had an incredible talent for endurance.

As if she had already experienced extreme pain.

She endured as if these things were nothing.

“……That’s all. How is it, Master?”

After all the explanations were done, Calypso glanced at him.

Instead of giving his impressions of the explanation, Pierre brought up another topic.

“I don’t like it.”

“Huh? The dish?”

“I don’t just take anyone as a disciple.”

“Ah…! Yeah. I’m sorry, Master.”

Calypso seemed to realize something and bowed her head deeply.

At the same time that Pierre’s eyes narrowed, the stream of water straightened Calypso’s waist.

“One apology is enough. If you make the same mistake again, that just means you’re not intelligent enough.”

“That’s right. Then I’m not intelligent enough.”

Calypso nodded diligently.

At the same time, Calypso noticed Pierre’s furrowed brow smoothing out and remembered something.

“By any chance, Master, were you annoyed that I suddenly brought someone else as a disciple?”

“Annoyed?”

“No, never mind. I just thought you seemed angry.”

Calypso smiled brightly.

“I wondered if Master was sulking.”

It was a brazen face.

“Sul… what?”

“Gasp, were you really sulking?”

“…….”

“No, no. That can’t be. You’re the great Master. I misspoke. So don’t throw the dish out the window…!”

Calypso giggled as she watched the dish being placed back on the table.

That ridiculously bright smile.

It was the same face she always made when she brazenly crawled up to him.

“Actually, Master, weren’t you proud? I even beat a nine-year-old!”

Instead of answering, Pierre crossed his arms. His face was indifferent.

“That’s obvious.”

‘It’s obvious. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?’

There’s no need to be so arrogant over something like that.

“Don’t be arrogant. I beat a fourteen-year-old when I was your age.”

“…….”

Calypso grumbled inwardly. ‘Yeah, your poop is thick, Dad!’ [Referring to someone being full of themselves or boasting]

Ugh, I can’t believe I’m hearing ‘back in my day’ here.

While grumbling inwardly, Calypso subtly raised her head.

‘Ah, his expression is back to normal.’

Pierre had looked quite displeased just a moment ago.

But for some reason, he seemed a bit relieved after talking.

“Uh-huh. I understand. Master, eat quickly. I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Bother…….”

She had said it jokingly and brazenly, but he probably wasn’t really sulking, and bringing Agenor had bothered him more than she thought.

Calypso resolved to be careful in the future.

Calypso stared intently at Pierre’s expression, which had now returned to normal, and swallowed hard.

“Um, Master, you know.”

“What is it?”

Pierre, who was about to pick up his fork, replied.

Somehow, the speed at which he put down the fork was excessively fast… That’s strange. Did I see wrong?

“Ah, actually, something strange happened at the educational institution today.”

“Strange thing?”

Since Pierre was staring at her, Calypso quickly forgot about it.

Then, she quickly brought up the main topic.

With a cautious expression.

“Yeah. Apparently, Dad… ordered Lyla to protect me.”

* * *

After saying this, I quietly assessed the situation.

My breath and saliva were swallowed down. But I swallowed them internally so as not to be noticed.

“Ah, Lyla is the director of the beginner’s institution.”

“I know.”

Pierre’s expression was expressionless.

As always, languid and listless.

Rather, the displeased expression he had shown until just now had disappeared, and he just looked calm.

Without any agitation at all.

That’s why I couldn’t help but say one more word, even while thinking that I was sticking my head into the shark’s mouth.

“What do you think, Master?”

Perhaps bringing up this topic now was a bad choice.

Our atmosphere wasn’t bad.

But…….

‘I hate things that aren’t certain.’

What had I been like in my past three lives?

I had bet my life on ‘uncertain things’ and ruined everything.

Especially in the previous life, the world was destroyed because of the uncertain factor of the ‘Dragon Duke’s Rampage.’

That’s why I couldn’t help but feel compelled to check at this moment.

Even if it became a reckless move or a self-inflicted setback.

“What do I think?”

I only focused on my dad’s opening mouth.

At this moment, the tension heightened to the extreme, as if time had stopped.

“Why are you asking me that?”

Like an actor who manipulates the audience at the climax, Dad spoke more slowly than usual.

He gave a completely different answer than expected.

It was neither one thing nor the other.

“Am I not your father?”

I had to try hard not to flinch at the words that hit the mark.

‘…So that’s how you’re coming at this.’

Rather, I could tell the answer from Dad’s response.

‘You’ve seen through my lies, haven’t you?’

That Dad already knew about my act.

When and how did he find out? Through what route?

‘He definitely seemed like he didn’t know me at first.’

Well, he didn’t even look at me when I was born, so how would he recognize me?

Besides, my appearance is particularly round and chubby even among the direct descendants of the orcas, and I don’t resemble anyone.

They say I look like my mom.

But it’s presumed that even that mom was in a political marriage with Dad. It was natural that he didn’t know.

“That’s true. But…….”

I stared at Dad.

In fact, although I didn’t show it, my adoptive father from Earth and Pierre were about the same age.

To be exact, the age I was when I was three years old.

‘I was adopted when I was just over one year old.’

My adoptive parents adopted me at a young age.

“Dad and Master are about the same age. That’s why I was curious. I thought maybe you’d know something since you’re both adults.”

If he already saw through my act…….

What would he have thought while listening to me diligently talking about a ‘caring dad’ and a ‘dad who loves me very much’?

‘What would he have thought? He probably wondered why I was putting on a show.’

But I was curious. Why aren’t you saying anything even though you know everything?

Without getting angry?

“Pierre has asked that you take good care of Calypso.”

“He gives such orders sometimes.”

Why did you say that to Lyla?

“Not all adults are the same, but it seems you’re young to say that.”

“I’m not young.”

Then Pierre chuckled. I was a little surprised.

“Isn’t saying that proof of youth?”

“…….”

I felt a little resentful.

Hey, I’ve lived for over 60 years in total, you know?

This clear pronunciation is also an achievement I gained after going through hell in my past three lives?

I puffed out my cheeks.

‘Ah, yeah. Yeah. I’m too good to listen. I’m too good.’