About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

The geometric coordinates of Orson's lips had already been constructed in his mind, and all he had to do now was kiss him according to the trajectory.

"Um, hello—"

"Meow!?"

A girl's voice reached Kal'tsit's ears, and the latter's hair stood on end instantly, and she even accidentally made a very subtle sound from her mouth.

Kal'tsit quickly opened her eyes and distanced herself from Orson, while observing the girl who interrupted her 'physical examination'.

"Uh, 'meow'...?"

The other party was a Liberian girl wearing a blue and white dress that looked a bit like a sailor suit and had long pink hair. She was looking at this side with some curiosity.

"That's my cell phone ringing. What can I do for you?"

The experienced are still the best. Kal'tsit adjusted her state in an instant, lied without blushing or beating her heart, and asked the other party's purpose.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if anyone's here. Over at my table, everyone's having a spontaneous singing party, and it seems like I won't be able to get back anytime soon."

The pink-haired Liberian girl smiled in response.

Orson and Kal'tsit bought seats that were a bit like a small box. Originally, the two sat opposite each other, but after Kal'tsit sneaked over and used Orson as a pillow, the seat opposite became "empty".

"Hah... No, please sit down."

Kal'tsit thought about it briefly, then sighed and agreed to the girl's request.

"That's great, thank you so much!"

After receiving a positive answer, the girl immediately smiled and sat opposite Kal'tsit.

"I originally wanted to experience the flight to Xiosta, but it seems everyone is more lively and happy than I imagined. By the way, I'm Ceylon Dolkos."

The girl who called herself Ceylon introduced herself with a smile, and Kal'tsit widened her eyes slightly when she heard the name.

"Dalcos, Ceylon—are you the daughter of the mayor of Xiosta City-State?"

"Eh? Do you know me, or rather, my father?"

Ceylon blinked in surprise that his identity was guessed so easily.

"Although the name of the Dolkos family has not existed for long, it has gained a certain degree of fame."

Kelsey responded calmly.

"Really? Haha, it seems my father is quite famous."

After being told that she was the mayor's daughter, Ceylon did not act complacent or proud, nor did she appear panicked. She just smiled calmly.

"Your father is considered to be above average among capable individuals. He was able to develop a coastal city-state into the popular tourist destination it is today. This was not achieved solely by relying on connections."

Kal'tsit said as she glanced at the Xiosta Obsidian Festival brochure still spread out on the table.

"I'll take that as a compliment. In that case, would you like a cup of tea? I brought tea utensils, but since my seat has been converted into a KTV, I haven't had the chance to brew a cup. How about this as a small token of my gratitude?"

Ceylan asked Kal'tsit with a smile, but judging from the way she had already taken out the tea bags from the suitcase beside her, it didn't seem like a question at all.

"You don't look like you can refuse. You must be very confident in your skills."

"Yes~ Are you a lord or a noble?"

Ceylon made a guess about Kal'tsit's identity, and this unexpectedly accurate imaginary identity made Kal'tsit raise her eyebrows slightly.

"Interesting speculation."

"Because you give people a very calm feeling, and your speech is very formal. Most importantly, you always exude a subtle sense of distance."

"Please call me Kal'tsit. Good observation, but I'm just a doctor now."

Kal'tsit took the teacup handed to her by Ceylon, told Ceylon that she was a doctor, and at the same time brought the teacup to her lips gracefully and appropriately.

"So, Dr. Kal'tsit, I was actually meaning to ask you just now - who is the young man next to you?"

"Although I don't know much about tea leaves, I can also - cough cough cough!!"

Kal'tsit, who was maintaining her cold and indifferent personality just a second ago, almost spit out the black tea she had just put in her mouth when she heard Ceylon asking Orson about the topic.

——I was hugging Orson just now, and because I was too comfortable, I even forgot about this...!

Kelsey is well aware that this is the result of "sensory adaptation"

If something is continuously stimulated, it will become less and less effective over time.

Just like if you keep wearing glasses, you will gradually forget they are there; just like if you keep growing a pot of flowers, you will gradually feel that they are not so fragrant.

At first, Kal'tsit was extremely excited and concerned about "sticking with Orson", but before she knew it, she had already adapted to the feeling of having this chimera sticking to her.

If it were someone else, Kal'tsit would definitely come and talk about the impact of this physiological and psychological phenomenon and how to effectively prevent it.

However, now she is the one who suffers the loss, and Kal'tsit can't do anything about it.

Is there something wrong with the tea I brewed, Dr. Kelsey?

Ceylon tilted her head slightly. She was very curious about the Queen Mother's reaction.

Kal'tsit forced herself to calm down by counting Eyjafjalla in her mind, and at the same time pushed Orson, who had been leaning on her, to change direction.

"No, black tea tastes good. You just asked me who this boy is, right? He is—"

Boom!

A crisp collision sound came from between Orson's head and the glass window, interrupting Kal'tsit's just-made excuse. Although Kal'tsit had pushed Orson away in a "subtle way" just now, it seemed that because she accidentally used too much force, Orson hit the window on the other side directly.

"Puwu! Mmmmm... hm?"

Orson, who was hit on the head, woke up dazedly from the alcohol-induced coma and looked around in confusion.

"Are you awake, lovely stranger? I've prepared a cup of tea for you. Please enjoy it if you don't mind."

Ceylon smiled at Orson who had just woken up, and handed him a cup of freshly brewed black tea.

"Eh? Uh, thank you... Kal'tsit?"

Orson, still confused about the situation, took the teacup with a bewildered look on his face. Only then did he notice Kal'tsit, who was sitting next to him. She looked angry, and seemed to be trying to cover up her panic by putting on an angry expression.

"Hello, I'm Ceylon. Like you, I'm taking this flight to Xiosta. May I ask who you are?"

Ceylon asked Orson's name with a smile. Although her action was not directed at the Queen Mother, it did make the Queen Mother look a little embarrassed.

"Hello, Miss Ceylon. I'm Orson, and I'm currently traveling with this Doctor Kelsey. YOOOOO ...

"?"

"We, uh...we're...working away from home...? Yeah, yeah, working away from home."

Orson originally planned to say that he was "out for a trip", but before he could finish his words, Kal'tsit pinched his thigh hard under the table. He had to quickly change his words to test whether Kal'tsit would agree with his answer.

It seems that Kal'tsit hopes that in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are "colleagues" rather than "travel companions".

"So you're colleagues? Haha, what an interesting combination."

Ceylon covered his mouth and smiled, but it was true that whether from the temperament or personality of Orson and Kal'tsit, it was hard to associate them with "colleagues".

"Hmm...are you okay? Dr. Kelsey has a great work ethic."

"Well, you can tell he's a very capable person."

Ceylon nodded, but Kal'tsit didn't feel very happy about being praised.

Orson still looked completely confused. After all, he had clearly seen Kal'tsit leaning on his shoulder, but then he fell asleep inexplicably. When he woke up, a girl handed him a cup of black tea.

Orson was completely unaware that the real problem lay with the extremely panicked Queen Mother beside him. Instead, he began to wonder if the cup of black tea in his hand was mixed with some strange and refreshing ingredients.

No, I should have fallen asleep first? Never mind.

Anyway, Kal'tsit didn't say anything to her. Although her expression was a little subtle, it was probably because it was her first time "traveling" and she was not very used to it.

Orson, who was confused about the situation, confirmed that there was no crisis, so he chose to give up thinking and put the black tea in his hand into his mouth.

"Hmm...it tastes wonderful. The tea leaves themselves are very carefully selected, and they complement the teaware very well. But this flavor doesn't seem to be from the tea of northern Terra?"

Unlike Kal'tsit's calm demeanor, Orson immediately showed an expression of surprise and joy after taking his first sip of the black tea, and at the same time gave a comment that sounded very professional.

"Hmm? Can you taste it? Yes, this is Victoria tea. Because the picking requirements are very strict, the production has never been able to increase."

After hearing Orson's praise, Ceylon immediately became interested. She happily took out the tea can from her backpack. The smile on her face was obvious at a glance, which was completely different from the polite smile she had before.

"Victoria's tea? Hmm... I did come across some tea produced in Casimir when I was in Casimir, but the quality this time is much higher than then."

Orson nodded as he observed the tea leaves. At this moment, Orson was no longer 'Kal's companion', but had returned to being the 'perfect and elegant butler (?)'

"Hehe, because I got this through a special channel from a friend when I was studying abroad in Victoria. The products you can usually buy on the market are much less fresh."

"This is really amazing... But Miss Ceylon, your brewing technique..."

"I practiced it specially, how is it?"

"Well, there is still considerable room for improvement."

Ceylon's response was so enthusiastic that Orson was embarrassed to say, "The tea is great, but your tea-making technique is just like the name suggests: awful."

"Ah—this, should be derogatory, right?"

"Actually, it's okay...?"

……

Orson and Ceylon were chatting animatedly about the topic of "brewing black tea", while Kal'tsit, who was sitting next to Orson and couldn't get a word in, had larger veins visibly appearing on her forehead.

Although Kal'tsit knew that Orson had rich experience in "serving the nobility" and that he had full housekeeping skills, he also had a lot of experience in brewing tea.

But the green cat head could never have expected that the fool Orson could hook up with the daughter of Mayor Xiosta in this way.

What the hell! If the topic was about the structure, properties, and solubility of tea polyphenols, I could easily refute that little girl and leave her speechless.

It’s not that Kal’tsit doesn’t know how to make tea, but she can only “drink” it.

I had calculated that I wouldn't meet anyone familiar in Xiosta, but this damn chimera started picking up girls before even arriving in Xiosta!

Just as Kal'tsit was thinking about whether to summon M3 to eat Orson, or to eat Orson herself to end the increasingly heated conversation between the two, a colder female voice came from beside the three of them.

"Miss, the farce over there is over, please go back."

The person who spoke was a Filin woman with long black hair, wearing a swimsuit-like outfit with a transparent coat on the outside. She looked very young, but when compared with Orson Ceylon, it could be seen that the other party was at least at the level of an "older sister".

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"..."

Kal'tsit noticed that although the black-haired woman was dressed very "sexily", no one around her dared to approach her and talk to her.

It might be because the other party's identity is not easy to mess with, or it might be that he is simply intimidated by the aura of the black-haired Feilin who keeps strangers away.

"Hello, I'm Orson."

Of course, the silly Chimera next to you doesn't care about all this. When he saw Miss Filin, he just smiled and waved to say hello.

"..."

The other party did not respond to Orson, but stared at Orson with extremely cold eyes.

—Wow…did I do something really rude…?

Orson was stared at hard, looking away awkwardly.

"Black? Um...Okay, then I won't bother you two for now."

Ceylon said the woman's name, then stood up and nodded slightly to Orson and Kal'tsit.

"It's truly a pleasure talking to you. I never expected to meet such a tea-loving companion on a transport. I suppose you're also a famous noble, Mr. Orson?"

"No, well, you're exaggerating, Miss Ceylon. I'm not nearly as noble, and I don't understand tea nearly as well as you do."

Orson originally wanted to honestly say "I work for a noble", but since he was now the 'commercial diplomatic envoy of Rhodes Island', he had to be more formal.

"Since Xiosta is your goal, we will definitely meet again. I'll use that teacup as a token of my love. Please come find me later."

"it is good--"

"We have a tight schedule, and we appreciate your kindness."

Kal'tsit directly interrupted Orson's words. Although Orson wondered if this response was a bit cold, he noticed Kal'tsit's expression as if she wanted to tickle him, so he wisely decided to pretend to be dead.

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"Hei, that Orson boy is really interesting!"

After leaving his seat, Ceylon talked happily to Hei, but Hei's expression looked a little gloomy.