Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 61

Black Orca Baby (61)

Chapter 61

Unable to mingle with others and ostracized, Lumi was increasingly isolated, eventually being demoted to a dilapidated building.

Though nominally a caretaker and nanny, she was assigned to a terrible place, the lowest of the low.

“Hwaaaaah!”

“Cough! Cough, cough!”

It was a place where newborn orca and whale children were gathered.

Because many didn’t survive past the age of three and died, it was a place where only the strongest children were thrown in to survive from the start. It was a brutal selection process.

Lumi watched children cry dozens of times a day, cough, and die from unknown illnesses.

At first, she acted with a sense of duty.

‘Well, these kids don’t tease or avoid me, do they?’

She sometimes felt a flicker of joy watching the children smile as they drank their milk.

But.

‘Why are these kids so pretty, delicate, and beautiful?’

The stronger the beastkin [humanoids with animal features], the more beautiful and lovely they are.

If these children survive and get out of here, they will be successful.

Because that’s how they were born; their inherent strength guaranteed a bright future.

‘Why…? I’m in this shape, in this state, but only you!’

The rule set by the god of this world.

Lumi felt herself becoming more sinister as she looked at the beautiful children. A dark envy began to fester within her.

When she came to her senses.

“Hwaaaaaah! Kehk! Hwaaah!”

It was after she accidentally dropped the child she was holding on the stairs.

The exhilaration she felt at that time was shocking.

Three days later, the first child died in Lumi’s hands.

The first time was the hardest.

“How many died?”

“Three have died.”

“Is that so.”

The whale children died too easily.

And the superiors, accustomed to sudden deaths in that place, believed Lumi’s report without suspicion.

The first time was difficult, but after that, it was easy. The act of killing became easier each time.

That’s how the number of children sent to the graveyard by Lumi’s hands increased.

Lumi’s guilt gradually faded.

‘They were going to die anyway. They were just weak.’

Isn’t that why the Lord brought them here – because he wanted strong children? Only the strong should survive.

All children come here, but if a truly beloved child comes here, the parents secretly take the child away, using their influence.

The Lord also turned a blind eye to these things. He allowed the powerful to circumvent the system.

The parents who left their children here were understanding, though they were sad or regretful when told they didn’t survive. They accepted the harsh reality.

After a long time, when the guilt had completely disappeared, Lumi met the most beautiful orca in the world.

The child, who hadn’t even received a name, was said to be the daughter of none other than ‘Pierre Aquasidel.’

Looking into her star-like blue eyes, Lumi felt endlessly ugly. Her own ugliness was magnified by the child’s beauty.

For some reason, it was a time when children didn’t come in particularly. There were no other children except Pierre Aquasidel’s daughter. The facility was unusually empty.

It was only natural to start tormenting the only baby in this building. Her envy and resentment focused solely on this innocent child.

At first, she just wanted to torment the excessively beautiful child over and over again. But was the torment too long? Had she gone too far?

The moment Lumi had to leave came first. Before she could fully satisfy her dark desires, she was transferred.

The beautiful eyes she saw until the moment she was accidentally transferred to another building and had to leave…

Yes, it was those eyes. The memory of those eyes haunted her.

“That’s her.”

Lumi flinched at the clear pronunciation. The voice was unmistakable.

The child squatting in front of her, resting her chin on her hands, she couldn’t not recognize her. It was the girl she had tormented.

The child she had tormented, Pierre Aquasidel’s daughter.

She had also heard of her.

“It’s Calypso. Isn’t the name so pretty? The name of a sea nymph.”

“She’s Lord Pierre’s daughter? The young lady knocked down an orca in the same class these days! And she’s several years older!”

“She’s loved by Lord Pierre? Oh my, I wouldn’t be able to help but love her either.”

The child she had abandoned when she left.

The pretty child, who she thought would surely die, had survived and was standing in front of her, radiating health and vitality.

“That’s right. The person who poured hot water on me.”

Her eyes were innocent but somehow evoked fear. A chilling contrast.

Lumi lowered her head, unable to meet her gaze.

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I see. You don’t remember spilling my food so I couldn’t eat it either?”

No matter how smart a child is, she couldn’t possibly remember things from when she was a baby. It was impossible.

However, unlike Lumi’s thoughts, the child in front of her was none other than the regressor [someone who has been reborn and retains memories of a past life] Calypso.

Calypso smiled sweetly, a disarming expression.

“If you don’t remember, I can’t help it. I’ve told my dad everything.”

“Yes, yes?”

“My dad does everything I want.”

Lumi trembled and raised her head. Fear began to grip her.

She was clearly still sparkling and pretty, just a small child. How could such innocence inspire such dread?

She couldn’t understand where this pressure and fear were coming from. It was irrational.

“Fortunately, I remember everything you did.”

Calypso stood up on tiptoes and whispered to Lumi, her voice soft but menacing.

“All 10 years’ worth.”

Lumi was tied up, so she couldn’t struggle and had to listen helplessly. She was trapped.

Calypso patted Lumi’s shoulder with the same smiling face, a gesture that felt like a threat.

“Since you don’t remember, I can’t help it. There will be someone else to help you remember.”

“Yes? Yes? Wait a minute…”

“Fighting!” [a Korean expression of encouragement, often used sarcastically here]

Calypso smiled the prettiest smile once again and stepped back lightly.

“They say the world is such that the person who hits doesn’t remember, but the person who gets hit does. So if you review it step by step, you’ll remember.”

Calypso turned around.

Then she ran to Pierre, who was standing in front of the door.

When Calypso grabbed his sleeve, Pierre asked.

“Did you say everything you wanted to say?”

“Yeah.”

Calypso tilted her head, looking at Pierre, who was too calm. His composure was unsettling.

After hesitating for a moment, she asked bluntly.

“Doesn’t Master think it’s strange?”

“What?”

“You heard everything I said.”

Even though he didn’t hear the ’10 years’ story that Calypso whispered in Lumi’s ear, he would have heard the other words. He knew she was acting far beyond her years.

And he already knew too well that this was not the behavior of a three-year-old. He wasn’t oblivious to her unusual nature.

Pierre stared at his daughter for a moment.

Calypso sometimes showed a defensive side, though she didn’t seem to know it herself. He noticed her vulnerability.

“Don’t you think it’s not like a child?”

At those words, Pierre pondered for a moment and then said nonchalantly.

“Does being a child mean you don’t feel pain?”

For the first time, Calypso thought it would have been nice to meet this dad a little earlier. She regretted the lost time.

So in the third life, or the second life. In the first life. If only she had found him sooner.

“What does age have to do with dreaming of revenge?”

“I’m not trying to get revenge. I just want her to be properly punished. She killed the children, right?”

“Yes. She killed a lot.”

Lord Oculus allowed the investigation, and the Orca family’s investigation team was very capable. They were efficient and thorough.

They easily uncovered the charges and evidence of infanticide within three days, and Lumi was an inescapable criminal. Her fate was sealed.

“You’ll make it public, right?”

“The name of that maid will not be forgotten for the next 10 years or so.”

That’s for sure. He would ensure her crimes were known.

Once he made up his mind, he handled things very well. He was decisive and effective.

Calypso’s big eyes turned to her dad.

If I had gone to him in the previous rounds…

“If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to Master sooner and clung to his pant leg.” She mused on what could have been.

Would he have accepted me if I had gone? A meaningless assumption sprouted. It was too late for regrets.

“Those assumptions are meaningless now.”

A large hand slowly stroked Calypso’s head and then fell. A gesture of affection.

“I said I would act like a father from now on.”

“It sounds like an irresponsible playboy just saying whatever comes to mind. I won’t gamble next time. I’ll do well.” She teased him, but also expressed her determination to be worthy of his care.

“How far has my trust fallen in you?”

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s enough with just this?”

“It will take a long time.” He implied she had a long way to go to earn his full trust.

Calypso shrugged her shoulders.

“You have to show it with actions. If Mom were alive, Dad would be divorced.” She joked about his past behavior.

“I agree.” He surprisingly concurred.

“Strangely, Master is quick to grasp the situation.” She noted his sharp understanding.

“And you sometimes talk like my mother.” He retorted, amused.

“That’s an insult.” She playfully feigned offense.

Calypso laughed at her own words.

Pierre, who was watching her, chuckled secretly. He enjoyed her spirit.

“We’re leaving for the festival in three days. Too fast? You’re not the one preparing, are you? Son.” He reminded her of the upcoming trip.

Lord Oculus ordered the date of departure for the Dragon Festival to be moved up. The change was sudden.

Too quickly.

“Hmm, Lord Pierre, I’m happy that you’re giving orders for the first time in a while, but I would be very grateful if you could consider just a little bit the fact that I’m also serving as the chairman of the elementary institution. The investigation has been completed.” She juggled her responsibilities with a hint of exasperation.

That was three days. The deadline was tight.

During these three days, Pierre prepared to go to the festival and dealt with Lumi’s punishment at the same time. He was a man of action.

“Aren’t you going to tell her? You could tell her that the life Lumi will live will be more difficult than the life she has lived.” Calypso suggested a final act of psychological torment.

“…”

With Laila’s sweat-filled work, Lumi will pay for her sins for the rest of her life. Laila’s efforts would ensure a fitting punishment.

As Calypso said, death was a luxury. Lumi wouldn’t be granted such an easy escape.

“I wish Calypso knew that Lord Pierre was this proactive.” Laila mused on Pierre’s surprising dedication.

Tomorrow was the day to depart for the Dragon City. The journey was about to begin.