Calypso, who had no way of knowing what Pierre was thinking, was busy talking about whether or not to do so.
“Am I really great?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, why? Isn’t that great? Yes. That’s great. Whose daughter is she?”
“…”
The cheeks of the child sitting on the sunset were red even when he was not smiling. No matter what Pierre’s answer was, Calypso kept silent and kept saying what she had to say.
“Whose daughter is this?”
Soon, a pretty smile that matched the sunset face came to mind.
“I am my father’s daughter.”
“…”
“My dad is so cool. You love me so much.”
…What the hell was that dad doing? Pierre crossed his arms instead of asking.
“A person who rolls a three-year-old but never sees me.”
Why? What was it? This uncomfortable planting boiling inside.
“Has the standard of a cool dad changed while I haven’t seen it?”
Calypso immediately saw Pierre sitting on the edge of the fountain next to him. It was a shock… Was he aware that he was rolling?! But for a while, she was busy looking at Pierre with curious eyes like a dolphin. Wasn’t he telling her to do more? Was there no overtime?
‘I need to get my words out here…!’
These days, she knew that the herring maids were very good at cooking. Calypso felt the longing to return home, like an office worker longing for work. Calypso, who was working hard to find a way, soon stopped thinking. No, it would be more accurate to say that he couldn’t think of anything else as he looked at Pierre from the side. It was a time when the sunset ruled the world. But why? Pierre, who was sitting next to her, seemed to be alone in the shadows. Could it be because he has his back to the setting sun? No, it didn’t seem to be only because of this.
“Master.”
Perhaps feeling their gaze, Pierre slowly turned his head.
“Master, why do you live alone?”
Calypso didn’t know why Pierre was living like this.
“Do you like being alone?”
Was he sick? Were people annoying? Did he just like being alone? There were many possible reasons, but the answer was unknown.
“Because you don’t like crowds?”
“Well. It should be more comfortable not having troublesome people.”
“So that’s not all?”
Glancingly, Pierre’s eyes turned to Calypso.
“The more I look at you, the more your intelligence isn’t bad.”
“Yes. How great. You should have known that when I said it so clearly. Do you think there’s anyone who can talk as much as me? Who is your disciple, isn’t it?”
“…You don’t talk about your dad, who always comes out when you open your mouth.”
“Well, it was Master who taught me.”
Calypso felt the corners of Pierre’s mouth move in the backlight. But it slipped away before Calypso was convinced. Calypso stopped laughing and asked.
“So why don’t you tell me why? Master doesn’t seem to have any intention of living.”
“That wouldn’t be wrong either.”
Calypso widened her eyes.
“You want to die?”
“Well?”
He always felt like he was living in a different world alone, as if he was always lethargic and drowsy. HeI didn’t expect that he would lightly say, “I have no will to live.”
“You said you don’t want to live.”
“I guess so.”
Pierre replied without inspiration. Even so, he was thinking about when the hell this little kid would change his title.
The side was so quiet. When he moved his gaze, Calypso was glaring at him vigorously.
‘Someone has been living a hard life!’
It was a first look.
“You…”
Before Pierre could say anything, a small hand flew in first.
Slam!
Calypso slapped Pierre on the back and wheezed without a hint of fear or concern for the future.
“How can you say dying so easily!”
Calypso had a very strong obsession with life. Even though she suffered three deaths, she did not give up or weaken, but her will to live only grew stronger as she went through life.
‘What’s going on in front of this pitiful regressor?!’
‘The time you threw away, the tomorrow desired by the regressor. Don’t you know what to say? Uh?’
Anger toward Abby flared up.
“Don’t say that in front of a bright three-year-old, You get it. Master? Are you crazy?”
“… Why doesn’t your father say something like that?”
“Of course. My dad taught me that life is the most precious thing!”
Calypso’s hand didn’t really hurt at all, and he could block it if he wanted to, or he could lift that little body lightly and throw it away. Pierre was also a member of the vicious killer whale. Yeah, that wasn’t difficult… But instead of throwing her away, Pierre chose to watch Calypso.
“I can’t.”
“What.”
“You’re living life so helplessly.”
“I don’t want to accept a helpless guy like you as my son!”
It was exactly what her mother and head of household, Ocula Acquasiadel, had said.
“Let’s do this.”
His blue eyes caught the sunset light and twinkled with the same light.
“Why did the name suddenly change?”
“You act like a grandfather in front of a bright three-year-old, don’t you look like that?”
These days he reached the age of 100, didn’t she know that grandparents make plans for their lives?
“Master. Master must learn the beauty of life.”
“…what?”
‘I pity you who don’t know the beauty of life!’
“Until now, Master taught me the power of water, right?”
“So?”
“Be my business partner! In return, I will tell Master how much fun life is.”
“…Even though I know vocabulary, you don’t know.”
If it’s not okay for a grown adult to be lethargic rather than die in front of a three-year-old, wasn’t it okay to lecture a grown-up about three years old that life was beautiful? Pierre’s question was legitimate, but he didn’t bother to say it.
“Master, are you eating?”
It was the first time the little girl in front of him asked such a question after he was born and grew up.
“Master, are you listening? Are you going to eat?”
While he was at a loss for words due to his absurdity, Calypso, who had exhausted her patience, urged an answer.
“If you like.”
“You don’t know how important a meal is.”
What does this young, wild and absurd being want to say?
“Look at this. Look at this. What kind of grown-up can’t even eat alone? Can’t even eat alone? Are you a child?”
Because it has so much power, it was okay not to eat it often. There was no resident attendant, but there was one who brought every meal. Pierre could have answered everything like this, but instead of opening his mouth, he chose to watch the chattering Calypso again.
“To do laundry, to clean, to organize things.”
In the first place, she knew, among the direct relatives living in this castle, those who cooked with their own hands would be counted on one hand. No, to be exact, she was sure she could count on one hand the direct line that eats every meal. Why didn’t she just say this out of her mouth?
“Now, scooping food is also considered training, right?”
Because it wasn’t bad to see this little killer whale busy talking about some misunderstanding by itself. The more this happened, the stronger Pierre’s curiosity was.
“Well, Master Pierre, I don’t know if you know…”
He just wanted to be comfortable here, so he was secluded, but that didn’t mean all ears were closed. There were too many forces who wanted to reach out to Pierre, who was staying quietly here. Efforts to win his favor were still ongoing.
“Lately, Master Pierre’s daughter is talking about how Master Pierre loves her very much, hahahaha! It must be a false rumor?”
Of course, he also heard that Calypso was spreading wild rumors. Even if he didn’t intend to know. He was the one who didn’t care about anyone and had the most power except for the family head. He said he was only interested in his daughter. What kind of gain was she trying to enjoy by forming rumors like this?
“…”
Why didn’t she make a mistake on a subject like that?
‘A needlessly thorough kid.’
At the same time as the feeling of perversity soared, Pierre wondered what the little girl wanted from these rumors. He wanted to leave it alone. It made him wonder what excuse she would give if she was found out.
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