Find Out
On the calm surface of the sea, two figures appeared particularly lonely.
One was an unconscious woman, her short black hair scattered messily across her face.
Despite her weak appearance, she exuded a sense of strength.
The other was a mysterious and strange child with black and white hair.
The child squatted on the water, reaching out to poke the woman's face with an impatient expression.
"Wake up."
When the woman didn't stir, the child's mischievous grin widened.
Standing up, he adjusted his pants and then, with a casual flick, sent a stream of water onto the woman's face.
The water splashed onto her, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Moments later, the woman's eyes flew open, sharp as blades, locking onto the child standing beside her.
The child continued to grin mischievously, undeterred by her piercing gaze.
"Finally awake.
I thought you were going to sleep all the way to the bottom of the sea," he taunted.
The woman pushed herself up, her eyes still filled with anger as she stared at the child, her voice low and filled with pressure.
"You better explain why you did that to me."
The child shrugged, his tone still light.
"Hey, I just wanted you to wake up."
Her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles whitening as she tried to control her inner fury and wariness.
She scrutinized the child, her sharp gaze cutting through him.
Despite his harmless appearance, something about this black-and-white-haired child unsettled her deeply.
If it were an ordinary child, they would have been terrified by her demeanor.
But this child remained composed, even amused.
"Who exactly are you?" she asked coldly, her voice full of suspicion.
The child's innocent voice was tinged with mockery, yet there was an underlying sense of depth.
"What?
Already forgotten me?
We met before, you know."
The woman's body stiffened.
His voice sent a jolt through her heart, and her breath quickened, a wave of indescribable fear washing over her.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as she locked her gaze onto the seemingly harmless child.
"You…"
Her voice quivered, but before she could continue, the child smiled eerily and, to her shock, began sinking into the water.
As he disappeared, the sea surface began to ripple violently, as if a massive creature was awakening from beneath.
Soon, the enormous head of a sea magic beast surfaced, its presence overwhelming, filled with danger.
The sea magic beast's cold eyes fixated on the woman, its gaze dripping with contempt.
Its body was so massive it seemed to block out the sky, as if a long-forgotten nightmare had finally awakened from the depths of the ocean.
The woman's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Her breath became labored, cold sweat trickling down her forehead, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The sea beast's body was black and white, its massive, razor-sharp fins cutting through the water with ease.
The pressure it emitted was suffocating, as though its mere presence could crush her spirit.
The woman's breathing grew rapid, her heart pounding like a drum.
Her legs wobbled beneath her, struggling to support her weight.
"Furywave…Orca…"
she finally stammered, her voice trembling as she recognized the terrifying creature before her.
This sea magic beast was the very one summoned by Father Raphael.
No longer in the form of a child, the sea magic beast now displayed its true power.
Its massive body floated on the surface of the sea, and with just a flick of its fins, it could stir up massive waves.
Its cold gaze remained locked on the woman, as if it were judging an insignificant being.
"From now on, you'll do as I say," the Furywave Orca's voice echoed across the sea, calm yet filled with an undeniable sense of authority.
Though its tone was light, the weight of its words was undeniable, as if its commands were law.
The woman looked up at the towering sea beast before her, her heart gripped by fear.
She knew she had no choice—resistance would only lead to her demise.
The Furywave Orca's power was far beyond her own.
Forcing down her fear, she responded in a weak, low voice.
"...Alright."
The Furywave Orca said no more.
Its enormous body began sinking back into the water, waves quickly engulfing it as the sea returned to its usual calm.
The woman remained kneeling on the water's surface, her body still trembling.
Meanwhile, a candle flickered in the soft breeze, casting wavering shadows in the room.
Father Raphael sat at his desk, his eyes tired but focused on the documents in front of him.
These papers were piled high—new issues, new reports to address each day, seemingly endless.
His brow furrowed as his quill flew across the parchment. From time to time, he paused to rub his aching temples.
"Sigh…"
He let out a soft sigh, his tired eyes scanning the documents before picking up another to continue his work.
"Raphael, I've handled it as you asked.
That woman won't be causing any more trouble for now."
The familiar voice of the child appeared in Father Raphael's mind once again.
"Hmm," Raphael responded softly, unsurprised.
The child's voice carried on, laced with curiosity and probing intent.
"Earlier today, I sensed your magic energy at a waterfall. Did you leave that there on purpose?"
Raphael's quill didn't stop as he continued handling the paperwork, choosing not to answer the question.
The child seemed unfazed by the silence, continuing his musings.
"No wonder you didn't kill them all when you had the chance.
You left that woman alive on purpose, didn't you? All for that brat."
Raphael's eyes remained calm, the quill scratching quietly as he worked, unbothered by the child's words.
"So, when do you plan on telling the boy everything?" the child persisted, his voice brimming with curiosity.
Raphael's hand didn't falter as he responded in a calm tone.
"The time is not yet right."
This simple answer quieted the child for a moment before he chuckled.
"You really are patient. But I'm looking forward to seeing the boy's reaction when he learns the truth."
Raphael said nothing more, continuing his work in silence.
"Does the boy even know who his father is?" the child asked, his tone filled with curiosity once again.
This time, Raphael's quill paused. His brow furrowed ever so slightly.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head lightly before returning to his work, though a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes.
The child clearly noticed the change, his grin widening.
"He'll find out sooner or later, won't he? When that day comes, I bet the truth will shock him more than you expect. Hahaha."