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Calypso, who had no way of knowing what Pierre was thinking, was busy chattering away regardless.
“Aren’t I totally amazing?”
“Not really.”
“Ah, why. I am amazing, right? Exactly. I am quite amazing. Whose daughter am I, after all.”
“…….”
The cheeks of the child, upon which the sunset rested, were rosy even without a smile.
No matter what Pierre’s answer was, Calypso would secretly watch his reaction while still saying everything she wanted to say.
“Whose daughter are you?”
Soon, a pretty smile that matched her sunset-lit face appeared.
“Dad’s daughter, of course.”
“…….”
“My dad is super cool, you know. And he loves me very, very much.”
……Just what kind of guy is that father?
Instead of asking this, Pierre crossed his arms.
“You mean the human who never once shows his face while putting a three-year-old to work.”
Why was it? What was it? This uncomfortable feeling boiling inside him.
“Has the standard for a cool dad changed while I wasn’t looking?”
Calypso soon looked at Pierre, who was sitting beside her on the edge of the fountain.
It was a shock.
……You had a realization that you were putting me to work?!
However, this was only for a moment; she was busy looking at Pierre with eyes full of curiosity like a dolphin.
Oh, what is it? He isn’t telling me to do more? Is there no overtime?
Training over? Can I go back like this?
‘I have to bring up the subject well here……!’
Lately, she had realized that the herring-school-like maids were exceptionally good at cooking.
Calypso felt a longing to return home like an office worker yearning to clock out.
Calypso, who was diligently seeking a way, soon stopped thinking.
No, it would be more accurate to say that she became unable to think of anything else while watching Pierre, who was quietly staring ahead beside her.
It was the hour when the sunset ruled the world.
But why was it?
Pierre, sitting next to her, looked like a person submerged in shadows alone.
Was it because his back was to the setting sun? No, it didn’t seem to be just because of that.
“Master.”
Whether he felt her gaze or not, Pierre slowly turned his head.
“Master, why do you live alone?”
Even Calypso did not know exactly why or for what reason Pierre lived like this.
“Do you like being alone?”
Because he’s sick? Because people are bothersome? Or just because he likes being alone?
There were many reasons one could guess, but she didn’t know the answer.
“Because you hate having many people around?”
“Well. It is certainly more comfortable without bothersome tribes around.”
“Then that’s not everything, is it?”
Glance, Pierre’s eyes turned toward Calypso.
“The more I look at you, the more your intelligence is at a decent level.”
“Of course. How great it is. You should have known that from the moment I spoke so clearly. Do you think there’s another kid who can talk as much as me? Whose disciple am I, after all?”
“……You aren’t talking about your dad, which usually comes out whenever you open your mouth.”
“Well, the one who taught me is Master.”
Calypso felt that Pierre’s lips, submerged in backlighting, moved for a very brief moment.
However, it vanished away before Calypso could be certain.
Calypso was about to laugh with him but stopped and asked.
“So why won’t you tell me the reason? Master, you really look like you have no will to live.”
“That wouldn’t be incorrect either.”
Calypso’s eyes went round.
“You mean you want to die?”
“Well?”
She had always felt as if he lived in a different world alone, merely lethargic and listless.
But she didn’t expect him to confess so lightly that he has ‘no will to live.’
“You said you don’t want to live.”
“I suppose it comes to that.”
Pierre replied without emotion.
At the same time, it was a moment when he was wondering just when this tiny brat would change how she addressed him.
The side of him was far too quiet.
When he moved his gaze, Calypso was huffing and glaring at him.
‘Some people have lived through life being deathly hard!’
It was an expression he was seeing for the first time.
“You……”
Before Pierre could say anything, a tiny hand flying in came first.
Slap!
Calypso slapped Pierre’s back and then huffed without a single point of fear or an expression worried about the consequences.
“How can you say the word ‘die’ so easily!”
Calypso had a very strong obsession with life.
And for good reason—despite having experienced death three times, far from resigning or becoming weak, her will for life only grew stronger with each successive life.
‘What are you talking about in front of this pitiful regressor?!’
The time you threw away is the tomorrow the regressor wished for.
Don’t you even know that saying? Huh?
Anger toward her father burned bright blue.
“Don’t say things like that in front of a bright three-year-old, okay, Master? Are you crazy?”
“……Why doesn’t the one you call your father say things like that?”
“Of course not. My dad taught me that life is the most precious thing!”
Calypso’s hand didn’t actually hurt particularly, and if he wanted, he could have blocked it, or lightly picked up that tiny body and thrown it away.
Pierre was also a member of the violent killer whales.
Yes, that wasn’t difficult.
……But instead of throwing her away, Pierre chose to watch Calypso.
“This won’t do.”
“What won’t.”
“Mister, you are living life far too lethargically.”
“I don’t want to acknowledge someone who acts as lethargically as you as my son!”
Those were the exact words spoken by his own mother and the Family Head, Ocula Aquasiadel.
“Let’s do this.”
Blue eyes sparkled with the same light as they caught the sunset.
“Why did the way you address me suddenly change?”
“You’re acting like a grandfather in front of a bright three-year-old, so why wouldn’t it?”
Don’t you know that these days, since it’s the age of a hundred, even grandfathers make life plans?
“Master. Master, you need to learn the beauty of life.”
“……What?”
I feel sorry for you, who doesn’t know the beauty of life!
“Up until now, Master, you taught me the power of water, right?”
“And?”
“Let’s be business partners! In exchange, I’ll teach Master how fun life is.”
“……I can never quite figure out your vocabulary.”
If it’s not okay for a full-grown adult to talk about dying or being lethargic in front of a three-year-old, then isn’t it also not okay for a three-year-old to lecture a full-grown adult on how life is beautiful?
Pierre’s question was reasonable, but he didn’t bother to voice it.
“Master, do you make sure to eat?”
Because this tiny brat in front of him was the first person since he was born into the world to ask such a question.
“Master, are you even listening? I asked if you eat.”
While he was momentarily lost for words because it was so absurd, Calypso, whose patience had run out, urged for an answer.
“If I feel like it.”
“You don’t know how important meals are.”
What does this young, audacious, and absurd being want to say?
“Look at this. Look at this. What kind of adult can’t even eat alone? Can’t even prepare a meal for yourself? Are you a child?”
Since he possessed such immense power, it was fine even if he didn’t eat often.
Though there was no resident servant, there was a servant who brought every meal.
Pierre could have answered all of this, but instead of opening his mouth, he chose to watch Calypso chatter away this time too.
“Laundry, cleaning, organizing things.”
In the first place, to his knowledge, the number of Direct Lines living in this castle who prepared their own meals with their own hands could be counted on one hand.
No, to be precise, even the Direct Lines who made sure to eat every meal could be counted on one hand.
The reason he didn’t voice this was—
“Now you’re going to say that being spoon-fed is also training, aren’t you?”
Because watching this tiny killer whale, busy chattering away about whatever misunderstanding she had on her own, wasn’t bad.
The more this happened, the stronger Pierre’s curiosity became.
“Um, Master Pierre, I don’t know if you’re aware……”
Though he was merely in seclusion here to find peace, it didn’t mean all his ears were closed.
There were far too many factions wanting to reach out to Pierre, who was staying here quietly.
Efforts to win his favor were ongoing even now.
“Lately, Master Pierre’s daughter is going around saying she is greatly loved by Pierre, hahahaha! Surely it’s a false rumor, right?”
Of course, the fact that Calypso was spreading outrageous rumors had also reached his ears.
Even though he had no intention of finding out.
The person who pays attention to no one, the one with the strongest power second only to the Family Head.
They say that person only pays attention to his daughter.
Just what kind of profit are you trying to enjoy by forming such rumors?
“…….”
Despite that, why do you not make a mistake in addressing me even once?
‘Uselessly thorough brat.’
At the same time that a cynical feeling surged, Pierre became curious about what this brat truly wanted with these rumors.
He felt like leaving it be.
Because he became curious about what kind of excuse she would make when she got caught.
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