Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 43

Episode 43

“Oh my, is that… the rumored Princess? But they didn’t say she was this small?”

“To think I’d see Pierre holding a child. But she doesn’t look like Pierre at all, does she?”

“I know, right? Still, isn’t she lovely?”

The branch families, already divided into factions, mostly snorted or tried to force themselves to look away, while the retainers looked on with curiosity or purely admired Calypso’s beauty.

It was the first time they had seen a direct descendant of the Killer Whale family with such a round and gentle impression.

Moreover, she was round and gentle, yet as exquisitely beautiful as a moonlit fairy on the sea.

“Such admirable beauty… I wonder what she’ll be like when she grows up.”

Pierre felt a mix of novelty and strangeness.

Originally, he had no intention of coming to this meeting today.

“The High Disciplinary Committee convenes at 1 PM, Pierre-nim,”

Even when Lyla, who followed him, reported this.

Even when he heard that a parent was required to attend.

He was curious to see how his daughter would navigate this difficulty, but it was different from him stepping in.

But he ended up coming because….

“Lord, I apologize for interrupting, but shouldn’t we proceed with the meeting?”

A low, faint voice filled with dissatisfaction.

He barely swallowed his discontent, but the owner of that voice, who couldn’t hide it at the end, was Pierre’s eldest brother, Rodesen.

“Of course, I am also glad to see my youngest brother’s face after so long, but it’s not a face worth pausing this solemn meeting for so long, is it?”

Rodesen, whose eyes were particularly upturned among the siblings, glared at his youngest brother for a moment as if to chew him up, then smiled amiably.

“Especially since this meeting was personally arranged by the Lord.”

Unlike his dull, violent, and narrow-minded son, Baiyan, Rodesen was a cunning man who knew how to use his head.

“Hmm.”

Ocula tilted her head.

She rubbed her chin with her wrinkled hand, then suddenly stomped her foot with a laugh!

“Rodesen, I am not such a stingy Lord as to not allow time for greetings.”

The smile had already disappeared from her face.

“But, I was just…”

“Do not interrupt me.”

“…I apologize, Mother.”

Rodesen jumped up and bowed, assuming a servile posture as if he would turn into a pill bug, a far cry from his earlier arrogance.

Ocula looked at him with disdain, as if this was natural, then clicked her tongue and rested her chin on her hand.

Meanwhile, the direct attendants, having received a signal from the Lord, were busy moving around, guiding the new guests to their seats.

Calypso, still held in Pierre’s arms, also headed to her seat.

Agenor had already been guided to a seat not far from the Lord’s position and had been sitting there for a while.

‘Hmm, I wonder where my seat will be?’

As she was guided by the attendant like the others, Calypso paused for a moment.

Due to the structure of this conference hall, the closer you are to the center as you go down from the Lord’s seat, the more influential your faction is.

‘Huh?’

However, the seats Calypso and Pierre were guided to were on the third tier from the back.

A seat that seemed far below.

Baiyan was seen sitting snugly next to his father, located right in front of the Lord’s seat.

Not only that, but Baiyan’s gang members were also settling into the central seats one after another.

‘Huh, this is something.’

As Calypso clicked her tongue, Pierre quietly sat down.

No sooner had they sat down than they heard murmurs from all directions.

‘The expressions of the people nearby all say, “Why are you here?”’

This was a warning and mockery from her grandmother.

It was telling them that their current position was here.

Calypso hurriedly tugged at Pierre’s sleeve.

‘This is not the time, we’re screwed. Dad…!’

Pierre stared intently at her small hand, the wounds not yet healed.

“Dad, we’re being completely ignored, what do we do?”

“……”

Calypso’s imagined entry into the family council was not like this.

The situation was worse than she had expected.

“Dad. This is not the time to ignore us. We need to talk to the Lord, but will she even hear us from here? We’re in serious trouble.”

“……”

Unlike Calypso, who was becoming increasingly serious, Pierre was as silent as ever.

‘Is this father ignoring me again?’

“Dad, Dad.”

Calypso stopped talking.

A large hand tapped her forehead.

“Your mouth is moving like a goldfish.”

“…Is this the time for jokes?”

“Do you prefer a carp?”

“Huh?”

Pierre thought for a moment.

Neither goldfish nor carp. Rather, a tropical fish with a black tail came to mind.

“If you’re talking about the seats, there’s no need to worry.”

“No need?”

“Because the moment they disappear will come.”

Calypso pondered what he meant, then soon realized Pierre’s words and nodded.

‘Ah, that’s right!’

Regardless, Pierre remained calm.

Then, he suddenly turned to Calypso’s face.

Actually, he had been curious about this for a while.

“How did you get that scar on your cheek? Was it also from a brawl?”

“Huh? Cheek?”

Calypso tilted her head and touched her cheek.

“Ah, this? It’s probably from that bastard Caron slashing me with a knife? It doesn’t heal well.”

For some reason, other wounds healed fairly quickly, but the scratch on her cheek didn’t heal easily.

The maids applied medicine every day with tearful faces.

“What if our beautiful Princess gets a scar on her face!”

“That must not happen!!”

Calypso, the person involved, didn’t care whether she had a scar on her face or not.

Calypso answered vaguely and raised her head, then flinched.

‘What, why does he look like that?’

Pierre’s face was not at all reassuring.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Not only brawling but also getting hit with a knife?”

The retainers, who had been subtly listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, flinched.

Until now, both Calypso and Pierre had lowered their voices, and there was space between the seats, so the retainers hadn’t heard their conversation.

“Brawling? That rumored fight? They said it would be discussed at today’s meeting…?”

“What’s this about a knife?”

Now, Pierre didn’t lower his voice, so it was heard clearly.

Those sitting in the back were mostly powerless retainers, belonging to the prey in the ecosystem. In terms of land animals, they were herbivores.

“She got stabbed with a knife at an educational institution?”

They looked at each other with innocent and frightened eyes.

‘A knife, a knife.’

‘Do they allow knives in educational institutions these days?’

‘Huh, didn’t the Princess draw the knife first?’

‘Possible.’

In fact, among those sitting here, the slightly older ones knew.

The reason why Calypso’s rumors were not underestimated but generally spread with credibility.

That’s because Pierre over there was even worse when he was a child, never less!

“So, did you win?”

Good heavens, is that Princess really Pierre-nim’s daughter…!

Calypso blinked.

“Of course, I won.”

She thought that saying this would naturally ease her father’s expression, but….

It was still the same.

“Who did that?”

Calypso tilted her head.

“…Classmate?”

“…Do they teach real swords in educational institutions these days?”

“There’s no way. He wielded it on his own. That’s why he’s not coming to class. He got disciplined.”

Calypso, already conscious of the excessive attention around her, lowered her voice.

“Don’t worry. Dad, if that Killer Whale bastard ever goes back to school, I’ll just beat him up!”

“…Worry?”

Instead of answering Pierre’s question, Calypso grinned.

At this, Pierre frowned and was about to say something.

“Grandmother.”

A clear voice.

Even though it was clearly a voice coming from below, it grabbed Calypso’s ears.

The reason we closed our mouths was that everyone was silenced at once by that one voice.

“It is believed that there is a profound reason why Grandmother has specially proposed a new agenda at this meeting.”

A low voice. A different voice from what Calypso remembered, but.

Calypso immediately recognized it.

“This meeting was gathered by Grandmother to carefully listen to the stories of the numerous retainers who deeply respect and follow her. If it is not a word that dares to offend Grandmother’s heart, I am very curious about the agenda that Grandmother has gathered today.”

Looking down, she saw a boy standing.

“Everyone here has gathered to hear Grandmother’s voice.”

A bobbed hair that barely reached his shoulders, a white spot on the black hair symbolizing the direct line [a genetic marker indicating pure lineage].

And the whiter silver hair as it went down.

The boy with a distinct beauty, with hair like a girl, was clearly.

Her eldest brother, ‘Bellus.’