Pierre stared at Calypso.
“Are you sorry?”
“Huh. I suddenly brought someone to accept me as a disciple yesterday.”
“…”
It was an uncomfortable topic.
“Actually, thinking about it, it could be an uncomfortable situation for Master… I think I was too insensitive.”
“I know.”
Saying that, Pierre fixed his eyes on Calypso’s finger. Clearly, the wounds that weren’t there when I first came here were noticeable. Come to think of it, there was no way a three-year-old could cook perfectly. The burns, blisters, and wounds on those fingers must have come from making something that was either this dish or something from the nether regions.
“Huh. It was insensitive. Sorry.”
The daughter in front of her was clever. It will happen. If not, do you mean to notice that you are only in this situation? While adding honorifics that I didn’t normally use.
“Hello, mister.”
Maybe it was because I faced him with a shameless face at first. She didn’t want to see him drooping and staring at her.
‘Lift your eyes. Where did that figure that shamelessly deceived me go?’
“…”
The stream of water grabbed Calypso’s cheek and forced him to lift his head. Calypso blinked her big eyes.
“When you talk, you look into people’s eyes.”
“Uh? Uh, huh.”
“Cooking instructions.”
“Huh?”
“Just keep doing what you’ve done.”
Then Calypso continued to explain even though she noticed. She sprinkled lemon juice on this salmon dish and it was supposed to contain five different herbs, but she couldn’t find any of them, so she only added four. Although there were some shortcomings, it was at a decent level for a house living alone. She even asked why there was no ingredient in Master’s kitchen and said that thanks to him, he was able to cook with satisfaction. Pierre listened to this nonsense in silence without even blinking. Before she knew it, the stream of water created by Pierre was wrapping around her burnt hand and cooling it down. Calypso seemed so absorbed in the explanation that she didn’t notice.
‘I was insensitive to pain and hurt.’
This was something that only Pierre, who trained him, knew. Calypso was insensitive to pain or injury. To be precise, he had an incredible talent called patience. As if he had already experienced extreme pain. She used to endure things like this as if it was no big deal.
“…It’s harsh. How are you, Master?”
After all the explanations were over, Calypso noticed something. Instead of appreciating the explanation, Pierre started talking about something else.
“I don’t like it.”
“Huh? Cooking?”
“I don’t take on any disciples.”
“Ah…! Huh, sorry, Master.”
Calypso bowed her head deeply as if she realized. Pierre’s eyes suddenly frowned, and at the same time, the stream of water straightened Calypso’s back.
“Apologizing once is enough. If you make the same mistake, it means you lack intelligence.”
“That’s right. Then you lack intelligence.”
Calypso nodded eagerly. At the same time, Calypso saw Pierre’s wrinkled brow straightening and remembered something.
“By any chance, Master, are you annoyed that I suddenly turned out to be another disciple and brought someone with me?”
“Petulance?”
“No, it’s not like that. I feel like I’m angry about something.”
Calypso laughed bitterly.
“I was wondering if Master was upset.”
It was a shameless face.
“Hmm, what?”
“Wow, were you really upset?”
“…”
“No, no. That can’t be possible. He is our great teacher. I made a mistake. So don’t throw your food out the window…!”
Calypso laughed as she watched the dishes being placed on the table again. That ridiculously bright smile. Sometimes, it was the same face that shamelessly climbed up on her like this.
“Actually, Master, weren’t you proud? Even a nine-year-old won!”
Instead of answering, Pierre crossed his arms. It was an indifferent face.
“That’s natural.”
‘Of course. You are my daughter, right?’
There was no need to be that conceited.
“Don’t be conceited. Because I knocked out a fourteen year old at your age.”
“…”
Calypso chuckled to herself.
‘Yes, your poop is thick! Wow, I never thought I would hear that here.’
Calypso, who was grumbling internally, slowly raised her head.
‘Ah, your expression has improved again.’
It was Pierre, who seemed very uncomfortable a moment ago. But for some reason, he seemed to relax a little while talking.
“Yes, okay. Master, eat quickly. I won’t disturb you anymore.”
“Hindrance…”
Although he said it shamelessly, like a joke, he probably wasn’t really upset, and it seems like bringing Agenor was more annoying than he thought. Calypso vowed to be careful in the future. Calypso took a deep breath as she stared at Pierre’s expression, which was now the same as usual.
“Well, there is a teacher.”
“What?”
Pierre, who had just picked up a fork, answered. For some reason, the speed of putting down the fork was too fast… weird. Did she see it wrong?
“Oh, actually, something strange happened at the educational institution today.”
“Strange thing?”
Pierre was staring at her, so Calypso forgot about it in an instant. Then he quickly took out the business. With a knowing look.
“Huh. Dad… You ordered Lila to protect me?”
* * *
She said this and quietly observed the situation. Her breath and saliva flow. But she just swallowed it inside so as not to be caught.
“Oh, Lila is the president of the elementary institute.”
“I know.”
Pierre’s expression was expressionless. He was as drowsy and bored as always. On the contrary, even the expression of discomfort just a moment ago disappeared and he just looked peaceful. Without any agitation at all. So even though I thought I was putting my head in the shark’s mouth, I had no choice but to say one more thing.
“What do you think, Master?”
Perhaps bringing up this topic now might have been a bad choice. Because the atmosphere wasn’t bad. But…
‘I hate being unsure.’
How has she been in her last three lives? She risked her life on ‘something that wasn’t certain’ and ended up ruining it all. In particular, in the previous episode, wasn’t the world ruined due to the uncertain factor of ‘the dragon peacock’s runaway’? Therefore, she couldn’t help but feel like she had to check at this moment, like an obsession. Even if this is a reckless move or self-defense.
“What do you think?”
She only focused on her Dad’s mouth opening. At this moment, the tension was extremely high, as if time had stopped.
“Why are you asking me that?”
Her Dad spoke slower than usual, like an actor manipulating the audience at the climax. He gave a completely different answer than expected. It was an answer that was neither right nor wrong.
“I am not even your father.”
She had to try hard not to flinch at the sharp words.
‘…That’s how it comes out.’
On the contrary, she was able to know the answer from her father’s answer.
‘I guess you saw through my lie?’
The fact that her dad already knows her play. When and how did you know? By what route?
‘It was obvious that he didn’t know me at first.’
How could he find out since he didn’t even look into it when she was born? Moreover, her appearance was unusually round even among the direct orca family, so she did not resemble anyone else. They say she takes after her mother. It was assumed that the mother and her father had an arranged marriage. She thought it was natural that he didn’t know.
“That’s right, but…”
She stared at her dad. In fact, although she didn’t reveal it, her adoptive father and Pierre on Earth were similar in age. To be exact, when she was three years old…
‘Because I was adopted when I was just over a year old.’
Her adoptive parents had adopted her at a young age.
“Dad and Master are similar in age. So I was curious. I wanted to get to know you since you are both adults.”
‘If you had already seen through my play…’
What were they thinking as they listened to me talk passionately about her ‘affectionate dad’ and ‘the dad who loves her so much’?
‘What were you thinking? He must have wanted to know why he was putting on a show.’
But she was curious. Why wasn’t he saying anything even though he knew? Without getting angry?
“Pierre asked me to take good care of Calypso.”
“He gives orders like this.”
Why did you tell Lila that?
“Not all adults are the same. I guess you’re too young to say that.”
“I am not young.”
Then Pierre laughed. She was a little surprised.
“Isn’t saying that a rough estimate?”
“…”
It was a little bloated.
‘Hey, I’ve lived for over 60 years in total, right?’
Was this straight pronunciation also a triumph achieved after going through so many hardships over the past three lives? She puffed up her cheeks.
‘Oh yeah, okay. I hate to hear it ‘Because it’s cruel.’
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