About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

On the mobile city-state of Rhodes Island, Orson, who had just finished his paid vacation, reappeared on the bridge. He was wearing a waist bag and poked his head out from the edge of the medical department entrance. He carefully asked about Kal'tsit's location while looking around at the situation inside the medical department.

"Orson? You're back. I heard you were on paid leave."

Kal'tsit's apprentice, Yaye, noticed Orson. She put the medical report on the table and walked over.

"Well, I just came back from Ursus. Um... Warfarin and Gavial are not here, right?"

Orson and Yaye greeted each other, while still keeping a vigilant look around.

For Rhodes Island, the existence of 'Orson' has many meanings. For most elite operators, Orson is a trustworthy tactical commander, and the PRTS system debugged by him can greatly alleviate the chaos on the battlefield.

For many in the medical department, Orson was a mascot. Due to his physical condition, Orson had to report to the medical department every few days. However, since Kal'tsit had always been in charge of Orson's physical examinations, the other medical operators would basically just go over to check on him after he was in bed and take a look at this rare Chimera.

For Amiya, Orson is a reliable and omnipotent senior, and one of Rhodes Island's eternal honorary leaders. Although Orson is not a "Doctor", he has a similar aura to a Doctor, and he also helped Rhodes Island, which was once stuck in the mud, to get out of prison.

Most people had very understandable goodwill towards Orson, and he was happy to get along with them. But there were exceptions. Even Orson, who could get along with almost everyone, had two people in Rhodes Island he couldn't handle: Warfarin and Gavial.

Gavial, a graduate of the Bridge University, has always regarded Orson as a "walking rare case". The number of known deceptions alone has reached a staggering 87 times. The purpose of this blood demon is also very simple, which is to find an opportunity to tie Orson to the bed, and then use the possibility of tying him to death to study the "Chimera Blood" in Orson's body.

Having such a scary guy who wants to tie you to the bed at any time and by any means really affects your normal life.

The second was Gavial, also from the Medical Department. Though a doctor, this crocodile fighter still couldn't forget the days of fighting Megalobox in the Tokyo Underground Dome. She was deeply intrigued by Chimera like Orson, whose physical condition was dismal but whose Originium skills greatly enhanced his melee abilities. She'd always wanted to fight Orson when she saw him.

Orson, who looked smaller among the monsters, naturally complained bitterly.

It can be said that in the entire Rhodes Island, what Orson fears most are these two plague gods who are greedy for his body.

"Dr. Warfarin is giving a medical lecture, and Miss Gavial...it seems she's participating in some kind of women's free medical competition."

Yaye responded while thinking about their schedule.

"It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with medicine... By the way, Ms. Yaye, this is the 'Doctor's Specialty Pen You'll Never Lose' I brought you from Ursus. You always complained about people taking your pens."

Orson took out a metal pen from his waist bag and handed it to Yaye.

"Hmm? Thank you very much, Orson. But how do we prevent this from being stolen?"

Yaye looked at the pen in her hand and asked curiously.

"Let me see... Here are the instructions. As a doctor, if someone frequently steals your pen, then this 'Paradise Rebirth' fountain pen will solve your problem once and for all. It's very easy to use. Just unscrew the cap and stab the enemy's heart with the special portable fountain pen disguised as a bayonet. Then, Miss Yaye, I think I got the wrong one. I'll give you your gift later."

Orson glanced at the manual and saw a diagram showing a man in a white coat holding a "dagger that looked like a pen" and stabbing another person.

Just how horrible is Dr. Ursus's living environment?!

Orson complained in his heart, and at the same time quickly snatched back the "pen" that could solve the problem once and for all.

"Hmm? Uh...Okay, actually you don't have to bring a gift. Anyway, Ms. Kal'tsit is probably in the office at this time."

Yaye blinked curiously, but didn't delve into it further and told Orson the information about Kal'tsit.

"Thanks, I'll bring something more normal next time!"

"The pen is quite normal..."

He was not treated like a rare pet by a group of medical operators, nor was he abducted by Warfarin in a strange way, nor was he dragged into a boxing match. Orson left the medical department safely and came to Kal'tsit's office.

"Is Dr. Kelsey here?"

Orson knocked on the door. He was going to wait for a response from inside, but the office door opened on its own.

Maybe PRTS has set its own permissions as the highest priority... I'll report this to the engineering department later.

Thinking of this, Orson looked towards Kal'tsit's office, and saw Kal'tsit lying motionless on the table facing him.

"..."

Kal'tsit's chest rose and fell slightly, and extremely light breathing sounds came out of her mouth.

Few people had ever seen Kal'tsit sleeping, let alone dozing or yawning. But right before Orson's eyes, the literal leader of Rhodes Island, was lightly dozing without any warning.

Just as Orson was thinking about whether to wake up Kal'tsit, the alarm clock in the corner of the table suddenly rang.

"Ring ring ring!!"

A short sound reached Kal'tsit's ears. The lynx first shook its tail, then slowly inhaled and supported its body from the table.

Then, Kal'tsit stretched her hands forward, bent her back downward, and lifted her lower back and buttocks backward.

Although it may not be nice to say this, this posture is not completely unrelated to a cat stretching; it can only be said to be exactly the same.

"Hmm... Is 15 minutes still a bit of a stretch? Oh, Orson?"

After finishing her stretching exercises, Kal'tsit's eyes met Orson's, and their black pupils and dark green pupils stared at each other.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Kelsey—Woo-waaaa!?"

click!

Orson was halfway through greeting with a smile when he was startled by M3, who was forcibly summoned by Kal'tsit.

"Silence him, Mon3tr."

"Even though I accidentally walked into the office due to a problem with the access control system, don't kill me just because of something like that... Hahaha! It's itchy, M3, stop licking."

Orson was brutally licked by M3 halfway through his speech. Seeing this scene, Kal'tsit widened her eyes and blinked twice to make sure she saw it correctly.

"I asked you to kill Orson... Forget it, come back, M3."

Kal'tsit sighed and summoned back the useless M3, who still looked reluctant to leave.

I really can't let M3 keep chewing Orson like this, if this goes on, it will definitely rebel...

"I'll have someone modify the access permissions later. Compared to that, your paid leave during this period is quite impressive, Orson."

After all, Kal'tsit was a person who had experienced many ups and downs. After the attempted murder failed, she immediately sat down at her desk again with a serious and cold expression, as if the person who was stretching like a cat two minutes ago was not herself.

"Uh...it's okay actually."

When it comes to his paid leave, Orson feels a little guilty.

"Thirty percent of the citizens in Lateran are currently petitioning the bishop to recover 'Osen, a businessman from the Ursus Security Company, and his sister, the saintly idol Joan of Arc.' Do you have any idea about this matter?"

Kal'tsit picked up a flyer beside her and held it in front of her eyes, reading it while asking Orson.

"Uh... maybe someone with the same name?"

"The acting mayor of Chernobyl (referring to Junjun) was forcibly abducted, and the security system is full of loopholes - what about this?"

"Big, maybe Junjun accidentally fell into the pit and misunderstood?"

"The Pretty Dreby competition is going strong, with Team Chimera still firmly in first place. However, the post-match interviews were quite contentious. Could this be related to the sudden disappearance of their trainer?"

"It's okay..."

"Orson."

"Um...sorry!"

Kal'tsit directly called out Orson's name, and Orson, knowing that he could no longer hide it, could only bow his head and apologize honestly.

"I know I should try to be as low-key as possible, but... well, sometimes I have to act."

Because of Orson's extremely rare physique, it is generally best for Rhodes Island if he doesn't act too high-profile. However, even if Orson doesn't actively cause trouble, he will always be inexplicably dragged into the center of the incident.

"...Forget it. I didn't expect you to do nothing. What do you want from me anyway?"

Kal'tsit finally sighed softly and didn't pursue the matter any further. On the one hand, it was difficult to continue scolding Orson for his actions of admitting his mistake seriously and then looking at you with watery eyes.

On the other hand, the reason Rhodes Island still exists today is precisely because of Orson's "unnecessary high-profile actions."

Orson is very similar to the Doctor, except that he doesn't have to bear the Doctor's heavy burden of having to sacrifice his comrades to continue his hope. Or rather, he would never make such a choice.

"Look, I found this module, which might be part of a sarcophagus, in the village where I used to live in the North. Doctor Kel'tsit, do you know anything about it?"

Orson took the cube from his shoulder bag and placed it on the table.

"The sarcophagus module... so this should also be some kind of ancient relic technology. I don't know the specific usage of this module, or what it contains."

"Hey, it turns out you don't know everything, Dr. Kelsey."

After hearing Kal'tsit's unclear answer, Orson said jokingly.

"Mon..."

Kal'tsit instinctively wanted to summon MON3TR, but halfway through she recalled the scene of M3 and Orson sticking together, so she stopped summoning and instead opened her mouth and bit Orson hard.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!? Why did you do it yourself, Dr. Kel'tsit!?"

Orson never thought that Kal'tsit would actually come over and bite his head, an act that was totally inconsistent with her identity as the 'Queen Mother of Rhodes Island'.

"Precision is the difference between slaughter and surgery. To slaughter you, all I need is my teeth."

Kal'tsit opened her mouth, turned her head away and spoke in a low voice. It was obvious that the lynx was also embarrassed by her recent inappropriate behavior.

"As the head of the medical department, please don't say such things... And Dr. Kal'tsit, are you a little bit—let me take a look."

Orson rubbed his forehead with tears in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on Kal'tsit.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you-woo?!"

Orson suddenly came in front of Kal'tsit. The green cat head was instinctively frightened by Orson's action and jumped back, but ended up bumping into the desk behind him.

"Please don't move."

"—"

Kal'tsit stopped retreating, and she stayed so close to Orson that their noses were almost touching.

"What's wrong... Ugh!"

Kal'tsit suppressed her inner throbbing and pretended to be calm as she asked Orson what was wrong.

"Your dark circles have gotten worse, Dr. Kelsey."

Orson stared carefully at Kal'tsit's eyes, or rather the area around her eyes, and then came to this conclusion and distanced himself from Kal'tsit again.

"……probably."

After hearing Orson's words, Kal'tsit felt inexplicably angry, but she forced herself to suppress the anger for which she couldn't explain.

"After all, unlike some guy running around on his days off, I wasn't even invited—no, nothing."

She had lost her composure in front of this Chimaera too many times, and she couldn't panic anymore - although she thought so, Kal'tsit still accidentally revealed the emotions hidden in her heart.

"I'm sorry... Although I've been on vacation recently, you haven't had a good rest, have you? Do you want to go out for a walk together when you have time?"

Orson sincerely invited Kal'tsit, but the latter once again showed a somewhat flustered expression.

"I was just saying that...and your paid leave is over, Orson."

"Well, then? You should rest for a while, Dr. Kelsey."

Kal'tsit finally found an excuse that seemed to be able to get away with it, but Orson didn't care and continued to invite Kal'tsit directly.

"...Ha, I get it. I'll consider it after I finish the work I'm doing. But I won't be paying you an elite operator this time."

Kelsey couldn't resist Orson, who was so serious, but she still made a final "resistance"

"Mao Mentai, I still have some savings~"

After getting Kal'tsit's promise that she would have a good rest for a while, Orson nodded happily in response, then waved and left the office.

"Really? How embarrassed must I have been to mistake this idiot for a 'Doctor'..."

After Orson left, Kal'tsit sighed with a wry smile. Although she was complaining about him, her shaking ears revealed her inner feelings.

"In that case, we should finish these tasks in one go—"

Drop drop!

Kal'tsit looked at the desk and was about to start working again when the communicator next to her suddenly made a sound.

"..."

Looking at the message on the screen, Kal'tsit blinked.

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"Mr. Orson! How have you been? The first shipment of goods from Langdon Abbey has been delivered. The rapid cooling device brought by the Integration Movement (Frost Star's previous gift to Orson was a failed one; the fully-powered version could freeze an entire street) has been a huge help!"

"Ms. Kong Xian? The goods here will be counted later. How is the monastery doing?"

"Everything is fine! It's just... well, everyone is a little disappointed after not being able to see Miss Jeanne. Um... is Miss Jeanne nearby?"

"...She's out at work. I'll ask her to call you next time."

"Really? That's settled then! May the original owner bless you, Mr. Orson!"