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For some reason, I feel a sense of rising dissatisfaction and want to flip everything over.
The problem is, since the results of the training are actually visible, I can’t even say anything.
No, but seriously. To gather all this just to make me do laundry…….
Furthermore, how were these even stored? Every single piece of black clothing was covered in a thick layer of white dust.
“By any chance, Master, about these clothes…… did you just receive them and never once take them out from here since the beginning?”
“That is the case.”
“…….”
I rubbed my face.
‘Ah, which subordinate was it that said Pierre liked things clean…….’
If I meet him in this life, I’ll kill him. I will definitely kill him.
We made a promise that we don’t call a person “clean” if they only keep their own room—and only the spot they use—clean. You damn fish bastard.
I let out a deep sigh inwardly.
“Master, everything else is fine, but what should I do about the water?”
“Are you saying you still cannot summon water?”
It was a feeling as if he were looking at something very bizarre, or to be precise, something slow-witted.
I became absurdly flabbergasted by the expression that flickered across Dad’s face.
“Your strength, agility, and stamina should be at a level incomparable to your age.”
“Well of course, would it make sense to compare me to my age? Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I brag? I told you I even took down an 8-year-old.”
“If you couldn’t even do that much, you wouldn’t be a Direct Line.”
“……This is why I hate talking to geniuses.”
“What?”
I confidently stuck out my belly. Hmph.
“Nooo, listen. Even in my class, I’m a complete genius.”
At that, Pierre’s expression became peculiar.
“You?”
Wow, look at how his words and expression match perfectly. He’s a true specimen of consistency between speech and action.
“It seems the level of killer whale infants has fallen quite to the bottom recently.”
……I think Pierre really is that old hag’s son.
How is it that the more I see him, the more his biting remarks are exactly the same?
I know it’s because he is excessively genius himself that he cannot understand commoners or ordinary geniuses.
I know it, but there were times when it was just absurd. Like now.
‘Could it be that my brothers consistently didn’t like Dad because he acted like this?’
Judging by how my brothers all grumbled about Dad or didn’t have very pleasant expressions when I became the Family Head.
I don’t know well because Dad died before I returned in my previous life, but—
“Master, you need to know a little bit about how great I am.”
“Why should I.”
“Then you can feel proud of yourself for how well you taught me, right? You can even brag.”
“That makes sense.”
Right? Killer whales basically live for the taste of their own greatness.
Seeing things like this, I realize that even Pierre, who always lives in a state of lethargy and resignation, is ultimately a killer whale after all.
“Anyway, Master, doing laundry is fine, but…… so what am I supposed to do about the water?”
At that, Pierre wore a look of contemplation for a moment, then moved his hand slowly.
Water flowing out from the air wrapped around the mountain of laundry and then floated up just like that.
The windows swung wide open.
I stared blankly at the sight of the laundry flying away.
‘Wow, using the power of water like this is an art. An art.’
I was also a top-tier powerhouse in the previous cycle, but the power of water Pierre used was extremely delicate, unlike his personality.
It was a control ability that occasionally made me tilt my head, wondering, ‘Could even the “Me” of the 3rd cycle do that?’
‘……I want it.’
Did I stare too intently?
I didn’t see what happened to the laundry that went out the window.
“What are you looking at so much?”
“Huh?”
“Go and wash them.”
“I mean, what do I do, uah!”
Splash—when I felt my feet get wet, I was already floating, surrounded by water.
It felt like a hamster trapped inside a giant hamster ball.
Anyway, since we are aquatic animals, we won’t suffocate to death just because we’re surrounded by water, but…….
‘The clothes are getting wet, the clothes!’
Only his ability was delicate; Dad, whose personality’s delicacy wasn’t even worth the smell of a lion, just tossed me out the window like that.
The place I arrived at was the fountain located in front of the building where Pierre lived.
The fountain was filled with clear water, and the laundry was piled up high, boasting its presence.
Furthermore, as the water kept floating up, it even tossed in some soap brought from somewhere.
“What are you doing? Without stomping.”
When I lifted my head, I saw Pierre leaning loosely against the window frame with his chin resting on his hand.
“Master, by any chance…… you don’t think of me as a housemaid instead of a disciple, do you?”
“Are you curious about what a real housemaid does?”
“…….”
I didn’t back down.
“Then, by any chance, do you think of me as a slave.”
“I can let you experience that too if you wish.”
“You told me to stomp, right, Master?”
So, in the end, it means the current treatment is the most favorable.
I grumbled, tucked up my skirt, and prepared to stomp.
‘It’s really strange. What kind of training involves doing a ton of housework.’
It was bizarre beyond measure.
Rather, I wondered if he intended to take the opportunity to have me clean, sweep, and make this building spotless with my own hands.
‘No, where did your conscience go, to have a three-year-old remodel(?) an entire building with her hands.’
Of course, given the results so far, I strongly thought that wasn’t it, but lately, that thought was also becoming quite precarious.
Well, what can you do.
‘It’s not like the training isn’t working. If he says “dig,” I have to dig.’
Before I knew it, despite never having been to the military, I became synchronized with the heart of a private and began to stomp diligently as I was told.
The problem was…….
‘My body weight is too light!’
To stomp on laundry, there needs to be weight, but it was far from enough. Just how much weight could a three-year-old have?
“At that rate, how will the dirt ever come out. You’ll have to stomp for three days.”
“Eek……!!”
I’m doing it. I said I’m doing it.
I let the nagging coming from above my head flow away as I contemplated.
If I don’t finish all this, I won’t even be able to go home.
There was a time before when I couldn’t finish the assigned cleaning, and after almost having to sleep in that building, I decided to work hard once I start.
“What should I do if I don’t have weight, Master? Ah, by any chance, by applying force?”
“Yes. Where else are you going to use that strength of yours?”
I applied a bit more force to my legs and tried stomping down hard.
Oh, it’s going in, it’s going in……!
‘It’s going in!!’
I snapped my head up.
“Master, it’s going in!! Did you see? Did you see! It went in!!”
I smiled as brightly as I could.
Water splashed a bit, but it was still fun.
Ah, as expected, the path to becoming stronger is fun!
‘To think I can apply weight in this way. I can use this to overcome a small body in battle later too, can’t I?!’
In fact, I was just in the middle of worrying about how to overcome the weaknesses of this body, which has no choice but to wait for time to pass quickly!
“…….”
He told me to just train without opening my mouth.
I thought he would give me a scolding, but when I looked up, for some reason, Dad had turned his head away.
Huh, wasn’t he looking at me just now?
Whatever.
“It’s just as Master said. It’s truly the best!”
There. It’s lip service, Father!
I started to stomp diligently while giggling, and therefore, I didn’t notice the gaze that had begun to fixate on the top of my head once again.
Nor the fact that Dad looked darkly somber.
* * *
Calypso wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.
‘Huff, there’s more than I thought.’
She worked hard, but there was still some left.
This was something that couldn’t be helped.
She overcame the weight with strength, but one thing Calypso didn’t think of!
‘What can I do about my feet being small!’
*Sob*, it’s frustrating.
Calypso felt frustrated, realizing that for this, she had no choice but to hope for time to grow her body.
She wasn’t deeply aware of it herself, but she was sincere about becoming stronger due to her 3rd cycle of life.
Furthermore, her spirit was as tough as iron.
Even while mumbling to herself “three years old, three years old,” she often failed to recall the basic fact that an ordinary three-year-old shifter would not be able to endure this.
Since this was the same for Dad Pierre, who ordered all of this.
Even if those two didn’t know it, it was a scene where one could truly say “like father, like daughter.”
Before long, the sun was setting.
Watching the fading sunset, Calypso sank into thought.
‘What should I do about what’s left…….’
Should I say I’ll do it tomorrow?
Or just do a bit more and finish it off?
If I’m late, the child like a rabbit who will be crying and worrying……
No, thinking of the school-of-herring-like maids who would worry, Calypso sank into thought.
And she did not notice the shadow approaching her.
‘Just what kind of being is that.’
Pierre looked at the small back and sank into a worry he had never experienced in his life.
In his life, no matter where he went or when, he had never seen a being or an object that piqued his interest.
To be precise, because no matter where he went, the being that piqued interest was himself.
He was too busy being bothered by such attention.
“Shall we make a bet, Killer Whale Young Master? You will surely be flustered someday because of a being similar to yourself.”
If there was one sole exception…… there was his wife, whom he had a strategic marriage with.
She was already a shifter who had been dead for a long time.
“Ah…… Master!”
She surely must know he is her father.
That brat is so strangely amazing that she doesn’t make a single mistake.
“Master, you’re scowling because I didn’t finish all this, right? I was just thinking for a moment.”
“…….”
……By mistake, wouldn’t it be normal for her to call me “Dad” instead of “Master” just once?
Wrinkles deepened over Pierre’s lethargic features.
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