Chapter 30
It was fine even if Pierre didn’t tell me.
It wasn’t as if there were no other ways to find out anyway.
There was also the method of running straight to Laila and asking her.
Since my principle is to cleanly give up on things that can’t be done, I intended to give up and point out the dish that was cooling down in real-time.
To tell him to eat before it got cold.
However, my words failed to become language.
“Since he cherishes and loves you?”
It was because Pierre spoke first.
My eyes rolled around.
“Did you not say it with your own mouth? That your father cherishes and loves you exceedingly.”
“……Right.”
Pierre picked up his knife and fork and nonchalantly sliced the salmon, which was slightly charred black.
Soon, a small piece was pressed firmly onto the fork.
“Then that must be the answer.”
Watching Pierre bring the piece to his mouth, I couldn’t say a single word.
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Pierre’s third son, Agenor.
The boy was a killer whale who was born with a distinct talent from a young age.
To use Calypso’s phrasing, Pierre’s three sons were truly heaven-sent ‘geniuses.’
Among them, Agenor was particularly gifted in the applied ability to play with the power of water.
However, Agenor knew.
He knew the fact that applied ability inevitably hits a limit when it clashes with pure power.
He knew it, but since there was no one at least in his age group who could personally demonstrate this to him, Agenor had been conceited.
“As expected of Lord Pierre’s son.”
He was the son of that Pierre.
Of course, his father had done nothing for him other than passing down talent, power, and a physique, but since that was the same for his older brothers, it didn’t matter.
Agenor wielded this innate ability to his heart’s content from childhood.
At the very least, he didn’t wield it toward those weaker than himself.
Because that wasn’t fun.
“Wow, you persistent bastard. Try attacking after you’ve aged two more years.”
He would attack his second brother, Atlan, who at least had a small age gap with him.
He would attack killer whales who were slightly older than himself.
Sometimes, even while knowing he would lose, he would attack his eldest brother, Bellus.
In any case, the brothers didn’t care how much they got hurt because, far from having brotherly affection, they only plotted how to kill each other whenever they met.
“Aaaah, I-I lose. I lose, Master Agenor!”
From a certain point, Agenor found simply winning to be boring.
As his strength gradually became known, there was no one within the institution who would face him.
It was a disappointment.
Agenor really loved the sight of those stronger than him falling over after being caught off guard.
That’s why he decided to hide his identity as soon as he entered the intermediate institution.
This was successful, and he was splendidly bullied.
This provided a very different kind of stimulation.
Thinking about it, bullying is just another form of excessive attention.
Because Agenor knew that those who provoked him would one day fall by his hand, he even felt a thrill. He had been waiting only for that day.
“Brother. Right?”
Without dreaming for a moment that it would crumble in a completely unexpected direction.
‘Thinking about it again, it’s truly ridiculous.’
Agenor wore an absurd expression while dressed in comfortable training clothes.
He couldn’t understand for the life of him why he was here.
Of course, he had no choice but to come because his pride would be hurt if he didn’t.
One week ago.
His younger sister, Calypso, who suddenly appeared.
Not only did he lose to that tiny thing, but he was momentarily swayed and even pleaded.
Later, when he heard that his sister was only three years old, he even felt a sense of self-loathing.
But the bewilderment didn’t end there.
The place where Calypso, who had beaten him, led him while tagging along was none other than the place where his father, Pierre, resided.
“By any chance, do you not need a second disciple?”
When he heard those words, Agenor thought for a moment that this sister must surely be crazy.
There were such children in the Killer Whale family.
Children who were incredibly strong but had one fatal flaw.
Just as his father, Pierre, had a weak body instead of great power, there were also children whose minds were occasionally gone.
If that were the case, he felt his pride hurt wondering what that made him for losing to a child who wasn’t sane.
Anyway, what was even more absurd was the fact that the father he saw for the first time actually listened to his sister!
‘Hah.’
Thus, absurdly, before he could even try calling his father “Father,” Agenor ended up calling him “Master.”
‘Just how on earth is this unfolding?’
Just like Calypso, Agenor was also growing like a weed without a single special guardian.
At least his two brothers who were older seemed to have found their own ways to survive, but he planned to find his in the future.
To do that, becoming stronger was a good thing.
Right, while thinking that, he managed to get through this absurd situation even while turning pale…
‘This is truly. It makes no sense.’
Agenor swallowed hard while looking at the sight before his eyes.
“Three hundred and thirty-five!”
“Right leg. It’s shaky.”
“Aaaah! I get it, I get it, so don’t increase the size of the stone!”
His three-year-old sister, Calypso, was doing rabbit jumps.
Sure, she could do rabbit jumps. Since she looked round and plump unlike a typical killer whale, it actually suited her quite well.
……The problem was the weight of the stones hanging on that tiny body.
‘How many kilograms did he say that was?’
Recounting the weight of the stones, in any case, it was clear they weighed more than the jumping Calypso’s body weight.
This wasn’t all.
‘Throwing stones? And with the power of water?’
Every time Calypso did a rabbit jump, Pierre, who was sitting by the nearby fountain, threw a stone nonchalantly.
Even the size of the stones was gradually getting bigger……!
This was truly an nonsensical sight.
‘No way! At that age, I could only manage to run.’
Agenor could tell because he also possessed great talent.
He certainly lived unordinarily with a talent that wasn’t like a typical three-year-old at the age of three.
But he knew he could never have done it like that!
‘Normally, a three-year-old cannot do 500 rabbit jumps! They can’t!’
If a three-year-old Agenor had been made to do rabbit jumps while carrying stones heavier than his body, he would have run away before carrying them or suffocated under the weight.
It means it is impossible. It is truly impossible.
Even if his eldest brother, who was even more amazing than himself, came, it would probably be impossible.
*Gulp.*
Agenor realized over the course of the week.
……The reason why that tiny younger sister had no choice but to beat him.
No, in the first place, this was a fight he had no choice but to lose.
“Aaaah, Master. You’re not really going to throw that, are you?”
“Why would I have brought it here if I weren’t going to throw it.”
“It’s murder. No, it’s fish-slaughter, fish-slaughter!”
“Seeing as you have the leeway to talk nonsense, I can increase it.”
“*Huff, huff*, it is so difficult, Master.”
In the meantime, everything that neither Calypso nor Pierre had realized was revealed in detail through Agenor’s eyes.
No matter how one looked at it, that was not normal training.
‘Why on earth can she do that training and yet can’t manifest water?’
The fact that she could do that training was obviously because of the power of water.
It also meant her body was withstanding the power of water.
To think she had not been able to awaken even though her body and mind were so prepared; this was truly something worth researching.
If thrown into the Killer Whale Research Center within the family, it was a subject those crazy about research would jump for joy over.
Agenor clenched his fists tightly.
Agenor Aquasiadel.
As much as his temperament was one that enjoyed mocking and toppling those stronger than himself.
He was quick-witted and twisted.
At the same time, he also possessed the ability to accept this situation and acknowledge it cleanly.
‘She is the real deal……!’
The stronger a killer whale was, the stronger their desire for power.
Also, their respect and obsession for the strong were powerful. “If I cannot have it, I will destroy it,” was their motto.
But a strong person who cannot even be destroyed?
Then one must embrace them.
One must respect them!
“What are you doing? Next is your turn.”
In Agenor’s eyes, Calypso, who followed that training, was truly a crazy child.
But his father, who made a three-year-old do this revolutionary(?) training, was also no ordinary madman……!
Of course, if one were to judge the degree of madness, Calypso was slightly ahead.
Because in Agenor’s eyes, no matter how he looked at it, that was not a training that could be digested.
After Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3 of shock, moving past the anger of Day 4 and Day 5, and finishing the acceptance period of Day 6.
A light as bright as a star appeared in Agenor’s eyes.
“I request a stone smaller than Calypso’s. Master.”
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