“In the world, is that… the rumored Lady of the Court? No, I didn’t expect her to be so small.”
“I never thought I’d see Pierre holding a child. By the way, Pierre doesn’t resemble her at all.”
“That’s true. Still, isn’t she really pretty?”
The factions that had already formed were generally trying to ignore each other or forcibly divert attention. The newcomers either had curious eyes or were genuinely in awe of Calypso’s beauty.
It was the first time they had seen a direct descendant of the sea whales with such a round impression. Moreover, she was so densely beautiful, like the reflection of the moon on the sea.
“Such an admirable beauty… I wonder what she’ll be like when she grows up.”
Pierre felt both strange and new, yet subtle emotions.
Originally, he had no intention of coming here today.
“The High Disciplinary Committee will convene at 1 o’clock this afternoon, Pierre.”
Even when Layla, who followed him, reported this.
Even when it was said that parents must accompany their children.
He was curious about how his daughter would overcome this obstacle, but it was a different story from him taking action.
But what finally came…
“My lord, would you like to proceed with the meeting?”
A low and faintly discontented voice.
He barely swallowed that dissatisfaction, but he couldn’t hide the voice’s owner, Pierre’s older brother, Rodisen.
“Of course, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my youngest brother, and I’m genuinely happy, but I suppose this is not the face that will stop this solemn meeting.”
Among his brothers, Rodisen, who had a particularly sharp-eyed look, glanced at his youngest brother as if he were going to chew him up, then smiled amicably.
“This place is a seat prepared by my lord personally.”
Unlike his son Bayan, who was dull, violent, and narrow-minded, Rodisen was a more intelligent and humanistic man.
“Hmm.”
Ocula tilted her head.
She stroked her wrinkled chin with her hand and then suddenly stamped her foot with a laugh.
“Rodisen, I’m not a lady so ungracious that I wouldn’t give you time to greet me.”
A smile disappeared from her face.
“But I just…”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
“…I’m sorry, Mother.”
Rodisen stood up abruptly and, as if he were about to become a common beetle, bent his waist.
Ocula, who seemed to think this was only natural, watched him with a pitiful eye, then clicked her tongue and touched her chin.
Meanwhile, the direct attendants who received the gaze from the lady gestured here and there and hurriedly guided the new guest to their seats.
Calypso also headed for her seat, still in Pierre’s arms.
It had been a long time since she had been seated long before at the seat below the lady’s seat.
“Hmm, I wonder how my seat is going to be.”
Like all the others who were guided by the attendants, Calypso hesitated for a moment.
As they went down to the lower part of the conference room, the closer they were to the center, the more influential they were.
“Huh?”
However, the seats that Calypso and Pierre were guided to were none other than the third row from the back.
A seat that looked completely dark below.
Bayan was sitting right next to his father, right in front of the lady’s seat.
Furthermore, Bayan’s followers also gradually took their seats in the central area.
“Hmm, this is something.”
While Calypso clicked her tongue, Pierre quietly took his seat.
They could hear murmurs from all around.
“It looks like the people nearby are wondering why you’re here.”
This was both a warning and a taunt from his grandmother.
This was their current situation.
Calypso urgently tugged at Pierre’s clothes.
“Not now, we should have talked to Father…!”
Pierre stared intently at his still healing, small hand.
“Father, what should we do? We’ve been ignored…”
“…”
Calypso’s expectations for entering the family meeting were not like this. The situation was worse than she had anticipated.
“Father, it’s not a time to be ignored. We need to talk to Lady here. Can we even be heard here? We need to be serious.”
“…”
Unlike the increasingly serious Calypso, Pierre remained as silent as ever.
Or rather, is this father once again ignoring people?
“Father, Father.”
Calypso abruptly stopped talking.
A big hand had lightly touched her forehead.
“Rambling fish is hard to come by.”
“Is this the time for jokes?”
“Do you prefer trout?”
“Huh?”
Pierre thought for a moment.
Not trout, not rambling fish either. Instead, he thought of a tropical fish with a black tail.
“If we’re talking about seats, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing?”
“It will cease to exist at some point.”
Calypso, who had been pondering what he meant, suddenly realized and nodded.
“Oh, I see!”
With or without saying so, Pierre remained calm.
Then suddenly, he looked at Calypso’s face.
It had been a part he had been curious about for a while.
“Why do you have a scar on your cheek? Was it from a fight?”
“Huh? A scar?”
Calypso touched her cheek, looking puzzled.
“Oh, this is probably because Karone drew it with a knife, I think. It didn’t heal very well.”
Somehow, other injuries healed relatively quickly, but the scar on her cheek didn’t.
The maids applied ointment every day and cried.
“What if a blemish appears on our beautiful Lady’s face!”
“That’s not allowed!!”
Ironically, Calypso, the person in question, was indifferent to whether there was a scar on her face or not.
Calypso casually replied, then raised her head and was surprised.
“Why is your expression like that?”
Pierre’s face, which was facing her, looked somewhat unusual.
Almost as if there were feathers sticking out behind his neck.
“Getting into fights and taking blows on your head too?”
Unbeknownst to them, the followers who were eavesdropping on the conversation between the women were startled.
So far, both Calypso and Pierre had spoken softly, and there was some distance between each seat, so the followers couldn’t hear the conversation among the women.
“Fighting? The rumored fight? They said it would come up in today’s meeting too…??”
“What’s this about a sword?”
Since Pierre didn’t lower his voice, it was clearly heard by everyone.
Most of the people in the back were powerless attendants, akin to herbivores in the ecosystem. In terrestrial animal terms, they were herbivores.
“She got hit with a sword at an educational institution?”
They stared at each other with innocent and frightened eyes.
“A sword? Really?”
“Can kids use swords at educational institutions these days?”
“Huh, wasn’t it Lady who first wielded a sword?”
“It’s possible.”
In fact, among those sitting here, anyone even remotely older knew about it. Calypso’s reputation had not been underestimated, but rather, it had spread quite reliably. The reason was none other than Pierre, who had added to it when he was younger, and certainly not to a lesser degree!
“So, did she win?”
Oh, the Lady is definitely Pierre’s daughter…!
Calypso blinked.
“Of course, she won.”
She thought that if she said this, her father’s expression would naturally soften… But somehow, it remained the same.
“Who did she fight with?”
Calypso tilted her head.
“…A classmate?”
“Do they actually teach real swordsmanship at educational institutions these days?”
“I doubt it. She just wielded it on her own. That’s why she didn’t come to school. She was disciplined.”
Calypso suddenly became aware of the excessive attention from the people around her and lowered her voice.
“Don’t worry. Dad, I’ll straighten out that whale cub when she returns to school!”
“…Worry?”
Calypso laughed instead of answering Pierre’s question. Just as Pierre was about to frown and ask what she meant…
“Grandmother.”
A clear voice.
Even though it was obviously a voice coming from below, it drew Calypso’s ears.
We all fell silent with just that one voice, a voice that seemed to echo from below.
“Grandmother has special reasons for proposing a new agenda at this meeting.”
A subdued voice. It was a different voice from what Calypso remembered.
She recognized it instantly.
“This gathering has been convened by Grandmother to deeply respect and listen to her many attendants, who deeply admire and follow her. Unless it is a word that dares to defy Grandmother’s feelings, I am very curious about what Grandmother has gathered today.”
Looking down, a young boy stood there.
“Everyone here has gathered to hear Grandmother’s voice.”
Short hair that barely touched the shoulders, a white spot on the black hair that symbolized the direct line of the family.
The further down you looked, the whiter the hair became.
The boy with a striking beauty who had hair like a girl was undoubtedly the eldest brother, Velrus.
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Translator Note:
This chapter was translated by Bree.
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