Chapter 19

Calypso, who had no way of knowing what Pierre was thinking, was busy chattering away regardless.

"Isn't this amazing?"

"Not really."

"Oh, why not? It's amazing, right? Right, it is. It's amazing, isn't it? Whose daughter am I?"

"......"

The child's cheeks were rosy even without a smile, bathed in the sunset.

No matter how Pierre responded, Calypso would subtly gauge his reaction while continuing to speak her mind.

"Whose daughter am I?"

Soon, a beautiful smile that matched her sunset-tinted face appeared.

"Daddy's daughter."

"......"

"Our dad is incredibly cool. He loves me so much."

......What kind of guy is this dad?

Instead of asking, Pierre crossed his arms.

"A guy who never shows up to take care of a three-year-old."

Why? What is this uncomfortable feeling boiling inside?

"Has your standard for a great dad changed since you last saw him?"

Calypso looked at Pierre, who was sitting next to her on the edge of the fountain.

She was shocked.

......Did you even realize you were being manipulated?!

But only for a moment, as she quickly busied herself looking at Pierre with eyes full of curiosity, like a dolphin.

Oh, what is it? You're not asking for more? No overtime?

Training over? Can I go home now?

'Here, I have to say it right......!'

Recently, she had learned that the maids, like a school of mackerels, were incredibly skilled at cooking.

Calypso felt a longing to return home, much like an office worker yearning for the end of the workday.

As she diligently tried to find a way, Calypso soon stopped thinking.

No, it would be more accurate to say that she couldn't think of anything else while Pierre, sitting next to her, stared straight ahead.

It was a time when the sunset dominated the world.

But why?

Pierre, sitting next to her, seemed to be alone in the shadows.

Was it because he was facing away from the sunset? No, it didn't seem to be just that.

"Master."

Pierre slowly turned his head, having sensed her gaze.

"Why do you live alone?"

Calypso didn't know why or for what reason Pierre lived this way.

"Do you like being alone?"

Because you're in pain? Because people are annoying? Just because you like being alone?

There are many possible reasons, but the truth is unknown.

"Do you dislike being around people?"

"Maybe. It is more convenient without annoying people around."

"So that's not the only reason?"

Pierre's eyes briefly turned to Calypso.

"The more I look at you, the better your intelligence seems."

"Sure. How amazing. I knew that from the moment I started speaking clearly. Do you know anyone who can speak as well as I can? Whose disciple am I, anyway?"

"......You don't talk about your dad anymore."

"Well, the one who taught me is you, Master."

Calypso felt Pierre's lips, hidden in the backlight, move for a moment.

But it disappeared before she could be sure.

Calypso, who had tried to laugh along, asked.

"So why won't you tell me the reason? It seems like you don't really want to live."

"That's not entirely wrong."

Calypso's eyes widened.

"Do you want to die?"

"Maybe?"

He always seemed to live in a different world, always appearing listless and lethargic.

But she never expected him to so casually admit to having no will to live.

"You don't want to live."

"That's how it will be."

Pierre replied without emotion.

At the same time, he wondered when this little brat would change the way she addressed him.

It was so quiet next to him.

When he shifted his gaze, Calypso was glaring at him, huffing.

'Some people have lived through so much hardship!'

It was a new expression she had never seen before.

"You......"

Before Pierre could say anything, a small hand flew at him.

Slap!

Calypso slapped Pierre's back and then fidgeted, showing no fear or concern for the consequences.

"How can you talk about dying so easily!"

Calypso had a very strong attachment to life.

After all, despite experiencing death three times, she never gave up or became weak; instead, her will to live grew stronger with each life.

'What are you talking about in front of this poor regressed person?'

The time you wasted is the tomorrow a regressed person hopes for.

Don't you know this? Huh?

Her anger towards her father burned brightly.

"Don't say that in front of a bright three-year-old, got it? Master? Are you crazy?"

"......Why doesn't your dad say such things?"

"Of course not. My dad taught me that life is the most precious thing!"

Calypso's hand didn't really hurt, and if he wanted to, he could have blocked it or easily picked up and thrown the small body.

Pierre was also a member of the fierce orcas.

Yes, that wouldn't have been difficult.

......But instead of throwing her, Pierre chose to watch over Calypso.

"It won't work."

"What won't?"

"You're living your life too listlessly."

"I don't want a son who acts as listless as you!"