Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 37

Episode 37

“Are you going to convene the highest disciplinary committee just to screw over Bian?”

“……”

Roba, momentarily taken aback, asked,

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Nope.”

Of course not.

‘If I had to ask for something, it’d be if you could stand in for my dad.’

That’s ridiculous.

‘An Orca’s dad is a Beluga. That would be interesting.’

I shrugged, dismissing the absurd thought.

“Then we’re done here, right? I hope Luga Ruba recovers quickly.”

“The children would be even happier if you visited.”

“I’ll think about it.”

As I turned away, clutching Roba’s handkerchief, a soft voice came from behind.

“We Belugas do not forget favors, Princess. I already have a headache thinking about the children insisting on repaying you for the rest of their lives.”

I turned my head.

The man who said he had a headache was smiling gently, contrary to his words.

“We will repay the favor in any way possible. I swear on the sea.”

“……Okay, whatever.”

For aquatic animals, water and the sea are the source of life.

Therefore, swearing on the sea was like swearing on the River Styx in Greek mythology—an oath that could not be broken.

“May I pick you up and carry you?”

“I don’t want that.”

I walked away, not taking it seriously.

My mind had already pushed Roba’s words to the back burner.

‘Wow, how am I going to handle the parent-teacher conference?’

* * *

The junior and intermediate institutions were turned upside down.

It was all because of what Bian Aquasiadel had done.

Of course, Bian’s usual behavior was well known, so the content of the incident itself wasn’t particularly special.

However, a new person was involved, and everyone was amazed by the achievements of this individual.

“Hey, hey, did you hear? The story about the new Princess!”

“The one involved with Bian?”

“Is it true? All the branch family kids who went with him got beat up?”

“So, who won?”

“Obviously Bian! Are you even asking?”

“That’s not what I heard. I heard the Princess won?”

“What?!”

Especially in the intermediate institution, where talk was more free, rumors spread more freely and quickly.

Children, whether whales or other aquatic animals, gathered and talked about nothing else.

“But is the rumor true? Or is it exaggerated?”

“No! My cousin saw it… the older kid who went with him came back with a broken arm!”

“Wow, those strong Orcas?”

Most of it was just gossip for fun.

The rumors spread to the whale classes as well, even to the top class of the 6th grade, which was equivalent to the middle grades. It was just as noisy there.

“No, but isn’t it ridiculous? How could a Princess who only attends the junior institution win a brawl against the branch family kids? And Bian was there too?”

“Exactly! Ugh, rumors should be exaggerated within reason.”

“I heard that dimwitted Princess hasn’t even awakened her water powers?”

The top class mostly consisted of branch family members who followed Bian, so they were busy badmouthing Calypso.

Even so, they tried to keep their voices down as much as possible, conscious of someone in the class.

A boy watching these Orca branch family members clicked his tongue.

“Hmph, look at those Orcas. So busy watching each other. Their eyes are going to fall out.”

The boy had dark gray hair overall, with a horn-like pattern protruding from the center of his head. He shrugged.

The boy was a Narwhal Siren.

He scoffed inwardly at the Orcas, who were constantly watching him but didn’t stop their slander, and turned his head.

“Hmph, summarizing the rumors, Bian and his group fought with a Princess attending the junior institution. And the Princess overwhelmed them in the fight. That’s it, right? Rumors are bound to be exaggerated….”

The Narwhal boy poked the shoulder of someone who was slumped over.

“What do you think? Huh? Huh? You’re kind of involved too, so say something.”

The person didn’t react even after being poked several times, but finally stirred after about ten pokes.

“Oh, you’re awake? What do you think?”

“……Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Want to die?”

“…….”

Extremely fierce eyes, with a nasty-looking red glint, glared at the Narwhal boy.

“I’m just asking for your opinion. Just your opinion.”

The boy assumed a posture of surrender, thinking of his classmate, who always looked so fierce.

“She’s your sister, Atlan.”

At that, Atlan’s forehead twitched.

The black hair, a symbol of the direct line, and the white spot on it seemed to glare.

Sure enough, his sharp, fierce eyes turned to the boy.

“What’s it to you?”

Unlike his nasty glare, Atlan didn’t pick a fight and closed his eyes again.

“I don’t have a sister.”

What a temper.

The Narwhal boy pouted but couldn’t bring himself to bother Atlan, who was trying to sleep again.

* * *

Meanwhile, the rumors, of course, spread widely among the 9th graders, the highest grade in the intermediate institution.

However, these students, being almost adults, were generally more composed.

The opinions expressed were mostly constructive discussions about why Bian acted so immaturely.

This was also because the highest grades generally consisted of Orcas who didn’t belong to any faction or were academic types aiming for research positions.

“What do you think?”

At someone’s question, a boy who had been quietly reading a book turned his head.

He was a boy on the cusp of adolescence.

His long bobbed hair and pale skin made him easily mistaken for a girl, but his neat appearance was unmistakably that of a boy.

“Belus.”

The white spot on his head and the silver hair that became more prominent towards the ends were symbols of the Orca direct line.

Belus’s icy gaze turned to his classmate, causing the one who had called him to flinch.

“……If a crime has been committed, they should be punished.”

“Crime? What crime are you talking about? Is there anything that would be considered a crime here? Explain a little more, Belus.”

“Breaking the rules is what Grandmother hates the most.”

“Rules?”

The classmate tilted his head.

He couldn’t get an answer because Belus didn’t say anything more.

Just as the classmate lost interest and left to find another conversation partner, Belus said in a low voice.

“The real problem isn’t Bian.”

Meanwhile, Calypso, the protagonist and subject of all these rumors, was currently… lying in bed, unable to get up.

* * *

The problem wasn’t that Bian guy.

‘Yeah, it wasn’t him.’

I groaned under the covers.

To be this sick from just one brawl. This is a disgrace!

Of course, this was entirely my fault for recklessly training even after the brawl, unable to vent my anger.

No. No.

It’s not my fault!

‘It’s all because of that lion-smelling Bian!’

Anyway, I ended up taking sick leave from the institution.

Fortunately, Lyla said that I didn’t have to attend anyway to prevent any disturbances until the disciplinary committee convened.

‘Good. There’s no perfect attendance award in this world, but I’m kind of aiming for something like that.’

I tried to shake off the pain by making absurd assumptions.

I’m not so weak that I’d succumb to mere muscle aches!

I overcame it with stubbornness and ended up at the building where my dad lives.

“…….”

For some reason, my dad, whom I hadn’t seen in just a few days, looked even more like a mafia boss, as if he’d had an upgrade.

He even exuded an aura that made it seem like dark music and smoke effects should be playing in the background.

I confidently straightened my shoulders.

“I won the brawl.”

It was a very proud story.

Wasn’t Bian among the opponents?

“The opposing leader was too strong, so I went with the ‘defeat them one by one’ tactic, and it worked better than I thought, Master.”

“…….”

“Above all, my fists worked on those kids my age. I guess it’s thanks to the hard training.”

“…….”

“It’s all thanks to my excellent Master that I, your disciple, was able to achieve such great things. You’re the best, Master!”

I decided to think calmly for now.

I still have the daunting parent-teacher conference to deal with.

I don’t know how to tell my dad about this, but my plan starts with this.

‘First, let’s butter him up real good!’

Anyway, I won, didn’t I?

No Orca hates victory.

Anyway, I have to say something unpleasant, but if I soak him in honey beforehand, the negative effects will be less.

It wasn’t a bad idea for a plan I came up with in a hurry with a slightly dizzy head.

‘But Daddy, why aren’t you answering?’