I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

The moment Gerald pushed open the door, he was greeted by a somber atmosphere, a mixture of the bitterness of coffee and a certain anxiety. The room was dimmer than other areas of the medical department, and the desk was neatly piled with documents and unorganized reports, while the owner himself appeared even more disheveled than the office itself.

Kal'tsit sat in her chair, her eyes slightly narrowed, wearily picking up a cup of coffee that had already gone half-cold. Her face was paler than usual, and the weariness between her brows seemed to be etched deep into her bones. Even with Pegasus's sudden intrusion, she only symbolically raised her eyelids before silently taking another sip of her coffee.

However, what truly made the atmosphere in the room seem strange was the figure suspended in mid-air.

A white-haired woman wearing a black hood is currently tightly wrapped around the tail of the Mon3tr, with her feet dangling in the air, and her whole body is in a state of being forcibly restrained.

Her hood hung low, obscuring most of her face in shadow, leaving only a faint glimpse of her pale jaw and cold lips.

But those seemingly cold lips did not quiet down at this moment.

"it's him?"

Even suspended in mid-air, her eyes still exuded a certain fatal attraction... At least for Gerald, he always felt an inexplicable pull between him and her, even though he was quite certain that he had never met her before.

Very weak, and most likely useless except for physical strength.

He wasn't short, about a head shorter than him, with white hair that looked like it had been bleached, and a small old scar on his face.

But the instant he stepped inside, he was certain that the woman's gaze had quickly swept over every corner of his body. Her movements and words were noticeably more restrained than when he was outside, yet she relaxed in a fleeting moment.

Upon seeing Gerald, Mon3tr excitedly raised one of its paws, a sight witnessed by the lynx doctor who was drinking coffee. The lynx's eyes drooped helplessly at the sight.

Kal'tsit slowly put down her coffee cup, her gaze sweeping over the chaos in the room before finally settling on Gerald.

She didn't speak immediately, nor did she answer the hooded woman's question. Instead, she let out a long sigh:

"Sigh...what are you doing here?"

“I didn’t mean to disturb you two. I’ll leave after asking one question.” Gerald looked up at the hooded man in the air again, asked a question, and then answered directly, “I’d like to discuss some issues related to my background with you. When do you have time?”

“I have another surgery in an hour, so a brief consultation should be enough.” Kal’tsit flipped through the schedule on the table: “If you don’t mind, you can come to the medical department in the early morning. An operator will bring you here with permission.”

"Also, I should introduce myself to you."

Kal'tsit silently made Mon3tr retract its claws and put the hooded man on top back on the sofa.

The white-haired woman swayed slightly as she was placed back on the sofa. The prolonged suspension caused her blood circulation to be obstructed, and she almost fell over. She could only lightly brace herself against the sofa armrest to steady herself.

He then slowly raised his head, pushed his hood back a little, revealing a handsome but slightly indifferent face.

The thing is, what she said wasn't very pleasing.

"Nice to meet you. I am the commander of Rhodes Island. You can also call me Doctor."

"And please allow me to ask a somewhat offensive question."

She looked at Gerald with hopeful, yearning eyes, as if she couldn't wait to escape from hell:

"When do you two think would be a suitable time to hold your wedding?"

"?"

A question mark appeared above Gerald's head.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Meeting of Two Cat Owners (6K7)

Warfarin deserves to die.

Gerald silently summarized Kal'tsit's thoughts on the problem and mourned for the poor Blood Demon lady for a brief second.

Although Kal'tsit's sudden outburst saddened him somewhat, at least she managed to remain rational in her rage—it was just that the lynx doctor's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly strange.

He thought it couldn't be because Mon3tr was playing with him by lifting him up in the wind.

Meanwhile, Kal'tsit's eyes revealed deep weariness.

She glanced at a Pegasus she couldn't afford to offend, then at the Doctor, whose attention had also been drawn to the M3, who had secretly touched it with his left hand while the M3 was floating in the sky.

Why do I suddenly feel like there's no hope left in this life?

Fortunately, she still had Amiya.

"Doctor, I don't think that trying to build rapport with a Rhodes Island cooperating operator through jokes will make you seem more authoritative. On the contrary, it might make the other person think that you lack basic respect for formal occasions."

Kal'tsit deliberately emphasized her tone: "Please think carefully about your behavior and the consequences it will bring."

“Don’t do that, Kal’tsit. We can’t define everything that happens here as a formal occasion just because this is your office.”

However, the Doctor simply shrugged, seemingly showing no fear of Gerald's presence, and naturally leaned back on the sofa.

She casually tossed her short hair that had fallen to her shoulder, appearing relaxed and at ease, as if the scene of being suspended in mid-air by Mon3tr had never happened:

“I believe there might be some misunderstanding here, so it’s better to just say it directly. Just like Kal’tsit is eager to clarify this, I also want to clarify what just happened. Using this question to keep you here is the simplest way.”

"After all, you just came in and saw me hanging in the air. It would be terrible if I left you with a bad impression," she added at the end.

"So that's why you used this method?"

Gerald was indeed very interested in this, not in the other party's methods—but in the name "Doctor".

As he listened to the stories of the changes that had taken place in the decades since her death, the Doctor's name surfaced several times in Kal'tsit's words. The Lynx Doctor made no attempt to conceal this fact, and he clearly caught even the complex and subtle emotions in her words.

Those who can leave an impression on the lives of immortal beings are never simple, kind-hearted people.

"Hmm." The white-haired woman crossed her arms over her empty chest. "After all, I don't think you would do what Warfarin said, like 'taking Kal'tsit as your lover while already having a wife and starting an extremely luxurious harem life'."

"But I think that if that kind of thing really happened, Kal'tsit should be the legal wife, so there must be some misunderstanding, right?"

“Mon3tr!” Kal'tsit’s voice came from the side.

"Roar!!"

Then came the roar of the monster.

While playing in the air, M3 received a command from its master and attempted to leap from the sky straight at the Doctor, who was sitting on the sofa. Terrified, the Doctor immediately closed its eyes, curled up, and awaited its death.

However, after waiting for a full ten seconds, she still didn't see those sharp and cold claws.

So she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

The enormous monster could only whimper and shift its body, and the moment it realized the wind was stopping it from moving any further, it let out a whimpering sound towards Gerald.

You'd better watch your words.

Seeing this, Gerald hesitated for a moment before saying, "After all, this is just what the doctor said, and it's not true. If rumors spread, it will inevitably have an impact on people."

Tianma really wanted to say that if things continued like this, he could definitely leave if he wanted to, but whether the other person could leave was another matter entirely.

But considering the hopeful and longing look in the other person's eyes, he ultimately swallowed his words.

"It's alright. Apart from an operator who has erased her memories, only Kal'tsit and I know. You can trust my ability to keep secrets."

Seeing this, the Doctor smiled and said, "If you're worried, there happens to be a position on Rhodes Island that's perfect for information control. Even operators with responsibilities in other positions can take on this job while putting aside their current tasks. The salary and benefits are also quite good."

"I see," Gerald nodded, "it seems the real focus is on this proposal. Let him see what the commander is really thinking—"

"You can become my assistant!"

The professor eagerly extended his hand, firmly grasped Pegasus's hand, waved it vigorously, and quickly glanced at Mon3tr beside him: "I believe that with you by my side, all difficult problems will be easily solved!"

ha?

“I’m sorry, I don’t have that plan yet…” Gerald was somewhat surprised by the other party’s answer and had no choice but to reply.

"Please, please reconsider!" The Doctor glanced again at Mon3tr, who stood ready beside her, and a noticeable crack appeared on her smile. She remained stubbornly unwilling to let go of Pegasus's hand.

"Please! I can offer you the best possible terms. Whatever your request, I will try my best to fulfill it—"

"Anything is okay?"

Gerald was unusually moved by these words.

He also happened to have a rather troubling problem to solve, and the person in front of him seemed to be the perfect candidate to solve it.

"Anything is fine!" The Doctor nodded without hesitation, her attitude as resolute as if she were gambling with fate. She couldn't possibly give up on a powerful figure who could overshadow Kal'tsit simply by standing there, especially since what outlandish proposal could he possibly offer—

"Can Rhodes Island simply cancel the 240 million Columbia Vouchers that are on Logos's operator bill?"

Gerald responded very seriously.

"Of course, no problem. Two hundred and forty million, and—how much?"

The doctor's voice abruptly stopped halfway through the number, and the smile on her face froze for a moment, as if her brain was trying to reboot to make sure she hadn't misheard.

Then, she froze on the spot like a paper doll blown askew by the wind, before suddenly turning her head and stretching out a hand expectantly:

"Kal'tsit, I want this!"

The lynx, who had listened to the entire conversation numbly, was now trying her best to control the expression on her face. Her fingertips unconsciously clenched and unclenched on the table, and her eyes were so tense that they looked like they could be squeezed out of water.

Kal'tsit ultimately wasn't ready to let the atmosphere continue. She suspected that if she let these two stay in the room any longer, her blood pressure would explode. So, to prevent them from doing anything else wrong, she took the initiative and asked:

"Doctor, you mean you're going to pay off Operator Logos's bill for Operator Windwalker?"

"Mmm," the doctor replied obediently.

"So, I can interpret this as you wanting to use the power of the Wind Chaser operator to deal with me, is that right?" Kal'tsit asked coldly.

"Mmm." The doctor nodded.

"And now you want to ask me for a debt forgiveness to satisfy Windrunner's demands and prepare to use him against me. Don't you see anything wrong with that?" Kal'tsit gritted her teeth.

"Is...is there?" The professor and Pegasus exchanged a glance, then both nodded simultaneously. "I think the logic makes perfect sense."

Kal'tsit took a deep breath, her face as dark as the sky before a storm. Even Mon3tr glanced at her tremblingly and took a step back without making a sound.

Her gaze slowly swept over the doctor, with a cold indifference as if she were about to drag her to the operating table and execute her on the spot.

Then, after a few seconds of silence, she staggered to her breast pocket and pulled out a medicine bottle. With extremely stiff movements, she poured out a few pills, grabbed the water bottle on the table, and prepared to swallow them with water.

However, before she could even bring the water to her lips, there was a knock on the office door.

"Excuse me, Dr. Kal'tsit."

A gentle voice came from outside the door, and then Amiya pushed the door open and walked in. She was carrying a stack of documents, her steps were light, and her face wore her usual polite smile.

When her gaze fell upon the people in the room, she blinked and then gave a look of surprise: "Ah, Doctor, and Mr. Gerald, good evening."

The Doctor snapped out of his daze and quickly withdrew his hand, which had just been reaching for Kal'tsit. He then adopted a composed, adult demeanor in front of his little bunny: "Amiya, what brings you here? Did something happen?"

"Yes, I'm here to deliver some documents." Amiya walked briskly to the table, handed the documents to the Doctor, and nodded politely to Gerald as a greeting.

Kal'tsit calmly swallowed the medicine, then put the water bottle back on the table, feeling a little relieved.

Fortunately, it was Amiya who came.

If another operator like Logos were to gang up on her like a father and son, she would have to ask her colleagues for help with tonight's surgery.

"Is there something you need, Amiya?" Her tone carried a rare hint of relief, and her eyes revealed a touch of kindness.

Until Amiya placed the documents in front of her, a hint of expectation on her face, and said:

"The venue application form for the round chair speed skating competition has been approved by Kroos, and now all that's left is for you, Doctor, to approve it! The elite operators are all really looking forward to it!"

Kal'tsit's fingers paused slightly, and her expression gradually darkened.

“In addition,” Amiya continued, her voice tinged with barely concealed joy, “Scout’s recovery is progressing better than expected, and I heard he has already returned to training.”

"Furthermore, the Logos operator has expressed her willingness to accept a new round of challenges, and it's said that the engineering department will also help with the reinforcement and renovation of the site this time... Doctor?"

The little rabbit seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with the other person. She immediately stopped talking and looked at Kal'tsit with concern: "Are you alright?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell into complete silence.

Kal'tsit stared at Amiya without saying a word, her eyes wide, before finally letting out a deep growl from her throat—

"babble."

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Inside the medical department, white light shone through sterilized glass onto the floor, carrying a familiar, unpleasant atmosphere.

A tall, burly woman with a crocodile-like figure strode briskly from the other end of the corridor, muttering curses in her gruff voice with a thick Sargon accent as she paused briefly. Her uniform was stained with spots of dirt, as if she had just stepped off a busy operating table. She hurried towards the other side of the medical department, not even sparing Gerald a glance as she passed, heading straight for her target.

Inside the ward, Amiya sat beside Kal'tsit's bedside, gently pressing one hand on the doctor's wrist while carefully tucking the blanket around her with the other. The little rabbit's expression held a hint of worry, but she remained calm, patiently using her Originium Arts to alleviate the patient's overload headache caused by excessive stress.

Kal'tsit herself was calmly looking ahead. In contrast to that calmness, Amiya's hand, which was comforting the lynx, suddenly trembled. The emotion emanating from it made her glance at the door, then silently close her eyes, praying for the two of them as their future remained uncertain.

……

Outside the ward, the culprit and his accomplice stood silently waiting at the door, not daring to disturb the lynx that was recovering inside.

The doctor stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. Gerald stood to the side, occasionally glancing up at the instigator opposite him.

In this rare moment of quiet, they chose to chat idly, as if that could slightly alleviate their guilt.