Chapter 68

In an instant, the killing intent dissipated.

Belus wore an expression of disbelief.

"Are you keeping a pet?"

"Would you keep one?"

As I replied, I realized that the tense atmosphere from a moment ago had faded.

'The killing intent is gone. Has he given up on killing me?'

I was certain that what I felt from Belus was killing intent.

It was a clear sensation, even if it was just for a moment.

Really, these older brothers are impossible to let your guard down around.

"Why would a whale keep a snake as a pet?"

"Maybe to eat it as a delicacy."

"I won't eat it. I won't eat it."

"Isn't there a whale that eats snakes?"

I was flabbergasted.

"Who exactly is the whale that eats snakes?"

As I said this, my hand started to vibrate on its own.

I looked at the snake in my arms, which was trembling in disbelief.

"Hey, I won't eat you. Calm down."

I sighed deeply and looked up.

I extended one hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much. Just hold it for me."

"......"

I smiled.

"Dad is coming, can't you feel it? He'll be here soon. Quickly, take my hand and earn the points."

"Why would I want to earn points from Pierre Aquasiadel?"

"Then do you want to keep causing trouble? If you do, don't get in the same carriage."

"It was Grandma's order."

"I'll take the punishment for moving the carriage. Go to another one. Okay? What are you going to do? You said you found me interesting, so if that's true, make a compromise. I don't want to ride in a carriage filled with boring silence anymore."

Among the three brothers, Belus was the most rational and reasonable.

Soon, he took my hand and pulled me up.

At the same time, Dad appeared before us.

I mumbled to myself as I saw him approaching.

"Thanks for helping me."

"......"

"You could have let me die, right?"

I tightly held his hand and then let go.

"Surprisingly, I don't hate you. I just find you annoying."

Not long after letting go, my body floated up.

A hand plunged into my armpit.

Huh? I blinked.

"Calypso Aquasiadel."

"Y-Yes...?"

Wow, I was scared.

A strange mist seemed to be floating around Dad.

"Did they attack you?"

His face seemed no different from usual...

No, was it different?

"Yes, but Master?"

"Describe in detail the areas where you were attacked."

"Huh?"

"I'll make those areas disappear from them today."

"Uh?"

That's not bad, but...

"It's fine, Master. They probably won't live long anyway."

I pointed to the still writhing assassins.

They were the ones who tried to kill a three-year-old child.

I didn't feel sorry for them.

If it weren't for Belus, I would have been the one to die.

'They would have just spat on my corpse.'

Bayan and Uncle's subordinates are as dirty as their master.

"They seem about to die."

"Is there any reason to give them a comfortable death?"

"There isn't, is there?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the bodies of the fallen men were enveloped by a stream of water.

They disappeared into the forest, and Dad, still holding me, looked at the forest for a moment.

"Kaaaaaah!"

"Ah! Aaaaaah!"

"Ugh, p-please, kaaah ah! Aaaaah!!"

The voices that followed made me frown, but soon they disappeared.

When the water stream returned to Dad, it was empty.

Dad remained expressionless until everything was over.

"It's over, let's go back."

But the arms that held me were tighter than usual.

"Hmm, Master. Wouldn't it have been better to leave one of them?"

"Why?"

"Well, I knocked one out to use as a witness..."

Dad's water stream took that one away too.

"It's not necessary. The identity of the sender is obvious, and it won't be hard to find them."

It's obvious, but how do you find them?

It's a dirty strategy that anyone can see is used by Uncle Rodessen, but to prove it, one of them should have been left alive.

"They'll come out one by one as we take them out."

"Uh?"

For a moment, I thought this Dad, though quiet, is indeed a killer whale.

His gaze, fierce and cold, revealed a deep and profound madness and killing intent that could paralyze anyone.

'Hmm, yeah. In exchange for avenging me. It's fine, I guess.'

I was about to say something, but seeing his expression, I chose to remain silent.

* * *

That evening.

Calypso was sitting in front of a crackling bonfire.

Her plump, small legs swung back and forth.

The shadows moved gently in sync with her legs.

It was as if a whale was dancing with its tail.

Pierre was leaning against the carriage, staring intently at Calypso.

"Any traces?"

He asked the knight standing beside him without looking. The knight bowed.

"Yes, Pierre. All traces have been eliminated. Don't worry."

The number of people in the group heading to the Dragon Festival was surprisingly small.

"No one will find them."

This was because both Pierre and Calypso disliked crowds and the hassle of a large group.

If Calypso had requested a large entourage like a typical noble, Pierre might have considered it once.

But.

Calypso never asked.

Not even once, after the truth about the play was revealed, and the small request she made was:

"Can you take me to the Dragon Festival?"