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"Indeed, you were in the lab last time too. It was my oversight, but thankfully nothing went wrong."

Her meaning was obvious.

If we were to trace back to when Kal'tsit was corrupted by evil spirits, it would definitely be during her time in the Dome Research Station laboratory.

Typhon was a bit careless back then, he was so focused on drawing cards that he forgot to draw you... cough cough, he was so focused on checking Kristen and dealing with the Balrog Safar behind him that he forgot to protect Kal'tsit, who was also just an ordinary person in his eyes.

Typhon pursed her lips somewhat sheepishly, thankfully it wasn't too late. She stepped forward, circling Kal'tsit several times, then blinked in surprise:

"Hey, there's no smell of pollution."

Kal'tsit crossed her arms and gave a dismissive snort:

"This is only natural, because I have not been contaminated in any way."

Typhon hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Ernst, then glanced at Kal'tsit, and suggested:

"I don't know how you did it, but why don't you try slapping her to prevent future trouble?"

Kal'tsit was stunned.

She was a little confused about what kind of future trouble Typhon meant by "eliminating future troubles."

You're talking about demons, right? You're definitely talking about demons, aren't you? Nod!

Just as Ernst began to look at his palm with some hesitation, the professional Amiya had brought with her finally spoke up and shared his opinion, standing beside the worried Amiya in the room.

"Hey~ Sami's witch doctor tricks don't work. If you ask me, Kal'tsit hasn't been contaminated at all."

Kal'tsit immediately turned to Warfarin, her eyes filled with gratitude.

In the end, it's still our own people from Rhodes Island who we can rely on. Look at Warfarin, the usually mischievous and outstanding graduate of Bridge University, she can at least utter a few words of coherent speech, can't she?

Warfarin's most useful episode!

She quickly agreed, "Warfarin is right. We should trust science."

Warfarin: "The corruption of evil is easy to spot. Miss Typhon, you Sami people should know that very well."

She walked up to Kal'tsit and assumed a serious, divine healer's demeanor:

"Dr. Kal'tsit, if you were given a bathtub full of water, and you were given a spoon and a bowl, and you needed to empty the bathtub, how would you do it?"

Kal'tsit answered without hesitation: "Use a basin."

Warfarin: "........"

Warfarin said nothing, but gave Kal'tsit a deep look, a look brimming with a myriad of emotions: pity, regret, reminiscence, and remembrance. Kal'tsit felt a chill run down her spine before she finally let out a long sigh, turned her back to the world, and nodded to Typhon:

"Look, this isn't cognitive pollution, it's more like... Alzheimer's disease."

That voice, it's hard to say, didn't carry a hint of disappointment and frustration; the tone also carried a touch of stubbornness and defiance.

She suppressed the urge to smile, placed her hand on Amiya's shoulder, and comforted her:

"Amiya, you have to be strong, even if you're alone. It's okay. Even without Kal'tsit, everyone on Rhodes Island will still support you."

Amiya was somewhat bewildered: "Is Dr. Kal'tsit really sick?"

"She's still so young, how could that be?"

Warfarin held up her hand and waved it in front of her:

"Don't let her appearance fool you, she's much older than me, she just doesn't look her age."

"Warfarin!"

Kal'tsit finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up, her expression more serious than ever before.

"I'm really not sick. I just had a dream. I dreamt about some...not-so-good things!"

"Stop trying to be clever here. Do you think a Blood Demon like you can't tell if I'm sick or not?"

Warfarin took a small step back, turning her face away somewhat awkwardly. Her old fingers twirled her white hair as she muttered:

"When it comes to the mind...who can really say for sure?"

"So you want to delve deeper into brain medicine? Coincidentally, I know a really nice place on Rhodes Island where you can see the sunrise, feel the evening breeze, admire the double moon, and savor the wilderness. Why don't you spend ten days or half a month there studying, and then come back here to 'treat' me when you've mastered your skills? What do you say?"

Kal'tsit emphasized the word "cure," and Warfarin pouted and quickly shook her head.

"It's not necessary, it's not necessary."

Those who don't know might think Kal'tsit is referring to some luxurious mansion or villa on Rhodes Island, while those who do know already have extensive experience studying at the Bridge University.

Warfarin turned her head away, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"Kal'tsit isn't sick, she's not sick."

Hinterlea, standing behind Ernst, pursed her lips:

"If you're being threatened, just blink."

Warfarin blinked her ruby-like eyes several times, then stared wide-eyed.

She was threatened, but it's also true that Kal'tsit isn't sick.

This old lynx doesn't get sick so easily. Maybe one day even she, the Blood Demon, will become anemic, and we might never see Kal'tsit get sick.

She most likely had some shady, unspeakable daydreams to justify her attention-grabbing actions. But that's beyond Warfarin's medical knowledge.

Strictly speaking, you would need to find a spiritual Originium mage, but those types of mages generally don't work as doctors; they are guests of honor for nobles or important figures.

Of course, seeking out Amiya isn't out of the question. But Kal'tsit never allows Amiya to perceive her emotions.

She felt that the emotions were too heavy and not good for the little rabbit's mental health.

Regardless of her skill level or how chaotic her actions may be, Kal'tsit undoubtedly cares about Amiya. After the Doctor went into hibernation and Theresa died, Kal'tsit became Amiya's mentor and mother figure. Without her devoted teaching and protection, it would be hard to imagine that a girl who was not even 10 years old could take on the heavy responsibility of rebuilding the Tower of Babel and establishing Rhodes Island after the end of the Kazdel Civil War.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you really don't need my help..."

Amiya whispered a suggestion in Kal'tsit's ear. Before she could finish speaking, Kal'tsit firmly shook her head:

"No need. Amiya, just do what you're supposed to do."

“Go back with Warfarin. Rhodes Island still needs you. Instead of wasting time here with me, urge Kroos to get the office built as soon as possible.”

Waiting for someone in an empty, unfinished room with only a table is not a pleasant experience. Not only does the cold wind blow in from all directions, but it's also a bit creepy.

Getting the office up and running sooner will allow Rhodes Island to establish a foothold in yet another country.

Amiya was still somewhat worried, but she nodded nonetheless.

After seeing Amiya and Warfarin off, Kal'tsit looked at Ernst.

Ernst didn't say much, just nodded and said:

"Hinterlea, please take Miss Typhon back to rest for me. Thank you for your help."

"By the way, please cancel all my schedules and meetings this afternoon. I have something important to discuss with Dr. Kal'tsit."

Hinterlea glanced at Ernst, then at Kelsey, and nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

After she led Typhon out of the room, Ernst took a deep breath, looked at Kal'tsit, and said softly:

"sorry."

Kal'tsit was taken aback.

That apology almost made her lose her composure. The opening line she was about to utter was swallowed back, and she reorganized her thoughts, saying:

"Why apologize?"

"It's nothing," Ernst waved his hand.

He couldn't very well say that when he heard Kal'tsit mention "having a nightmare," he guessed something and secretly used the Divine Stone to contact a certain god who was slacking off in class to subtly inquire about it, could he?

You wouldn't know unless you asked, but when you did, lo and behold, it really was Him who did it.

Yeragand has the ability to enter dreams; she cannot weave dreams, but she can induce nightmares in people.

Strictly speaking, this nightmare is merely the dreamer's deepest fear. Yeragand also used this tactic on a Duke of Cactus who wished to remain anonymous.

But why did He suddenly decide to use this skill on Kal'tsit?

The answer is, it wasn't intentional.

Jeragand was simply practicing his skills.

According to the psychological theories of Professor Muir Freud Seth, the Grand Secretary of the Manju Academy, Jeragand is experimenting with whether he can use this ability to uncover "the part beneath the iceberg".

What's the point of this? Actually, it doesn't have much practical significance. He simply wanted to try and better understand what the people of Sherag were thinking, so as to avoid a repeat of the tragedy of waking up one day to find a room full of sacrificial maidens.

To prevent any problems with this move, He specifically chose to do it during the day.

No one sleeps during the day, right?

The experiment ultimately appeared to have failed; Yeragand failed Muirsay's "test" to figure out whether she meant "no" or "no" when she said it.

As for Kal'tsit, this was purely accidental.

Although it was an accidental injury, Ernst couldn't very well have his own idol apologize. Besides, he had his own reasons for the incident. It was perfectly reasonable for him to apologize.

At least we won't have to pay compensation for scaring a man who looks like he's a thousand years old (?).

After apologizing, Ernst didn't wait for Kelsey to ask further questions and quickly changed the subject, getting straight to the point:

"Kal'tsit, you deliberately gave me this recording, didn't you?"

Kelsey nodded.

"You deliberately let me discover the unusual aspects of this recording, and then connect it to Laterano, right?"

Kal'tsit froze, her lips trembling visibly before she denied it:

"I'm not."

"You didn't intentionally want me to go to Laterano?" Ernst frowned. "Didn't you know that Laterano has something that might be able to translate this?"

Ernst didn't directly mention the "laws," as that was a secret of the Sarkaz. He wasn't sure if Kal'tsit knew about it, and even if she did, Ernst could only pretend she didn't know until she spoke up herself.

Not revealing too much information is a sign of caution.

But Kal'tsit was having trouble breathing.

Her breathing was a little rapid. She nodded, then shook her head frantically.

"I know... but I didn't ask you to go..."

Why didn't you ask me?

"Didn't you give me the thing?" Ernst didn't quite understand Kelsey's meaning.

This is like a client giving you a translation task, asking you to translate a passage, and then you say you can't translate it and go back to ask the client for help?

Where does this logic come from? Then what am I hiring you for?

If Ernst hadn't known about Lateran, he might have considered asking Kal'tsit about the recording, but that was only a possibility, and most likely he wouldn't have.

Kal'tsit also fell silent. She took several deep breaths before realizing where her plan had gone wrong.

She ignored Ernst's thoughts.

If we follow a purely mechanical logic, her plan is indeed foolproof. But humans, while respecting the laws of nature, also possess a strong capacity for subjective initiative.

Because of different personalities, many things that go through the same process can lead to completely different outcomes.

She should have learned this lesson from Theresis and Theresia.

Two Sarkaz, both born into humble circumstances—one a swordsman, the other a tailor—embarked on the path of defending their homeland. They achieved great success in the war she initiated, becoming two of the greatest "Sarkaz Six Heroes" of modern times.

They share the same background, similar experiences, and even the experience of being chosen by the Black Crown.

Yes, it's a secret, but Theresis was also chosen by the Black Crown, but he refused the title of Demon King. So the Black Crown chose his sister Theresia instead.

But these two twins, so similar in every objective circumstance, ultimately chose almost completely opposite paths. This is because of their different personalities, or rather, their different perspectives on the world.

Kal'tsit let out a long sigh.

She couldn't grasp this point, which may be why she often faced tactical successes but strategic failures.

Ernst didn't know what Kelsey was thinking; he just wanted to be sure of one thing:

"Kal'tsit, you probably don't want this recording to be leaked either, right?"