About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Junjun widened his eyes as the shocking fact lay before him.

Orson, who was standing by, shook his head as he watched Junjun and Kal'tsit chatting.

If Kal'tsit had used less riddles and said things directly, we would probably have already seen the scene where Junjun hugged Kal'tsit in tears, and Kal'tsit stroked her fur and said, "From now on, I am your mother."

Well, it’s a bit ridiculous to say they suddenly became mother and daughter, and Junjun’s seniority would probably skyrocket if that happened.

Although Orson didn't know what the relationship between Kal'tsit and Junjun was, he knew that the Queen Mother would not be the kind of person who would sell out others for personal gain.

(Orson doesn't know the plot of Chapter 8, and the situation of the sarcophagus and the research institute is blank)

Why not find a chance for Kal'tsit and Junjun to have a proper chat? While the Queen Mother might not mind if things continue like this, the negative impact on Junjun is immeasurable.

Many years later, when facing the computer accessories newly developed by Lyudmila in Ino's hands, Orson would recall the moment when he persuaded Junjun to have a tea party with Kal'tsit that afternoon.

"I will compile and compile the subsequent arrangements regarding Rhodes Island's mission into a written contract. Now, please allow me to speak with you personally as 'Kal'tsit.'"

After confirming that Amiya and her group had left the port, Kal'tsit looked at Orson and Tallulah and spoke softly.

"Personally?"

Tallulah frowned.

"Yes, on my own behalf—Orson, could you spare me three minutes or so? I need to discuss something with you."

"Well--"

Before Orson could say anything, Tallulah frowned. Having heard Orson's messy stories before, she had also heard a theory:

Childhood sweethearts can't beat the one who drops from the sky.

Although I am not a serious childhood sweetheart, this green cat head is definitely more gifted than mine.

Normally, as the leader of the Reunion Movement, Tallulah wouldn't be so concerned about Orson's interpersonal relationships. A warrior's eyes are full of stars and the sea! (Of course, she would occasionally be a little entangled.)

But facing this Kal'tsit, Tallulah really felt a little indescribable.

"Orson, don't think about me, just make your own choice."

Even so, Tallulah still did not interfere with Orson's choice.

"Well, don't worry about me, Tallulah."

"That's not what I'm worried about... Oh, forget it."

Tallulah sighed, then pointed to a monitoring room next to the port, indicating that there was no one there and no cameras.

"Thank you for your understanding, Orson, Duke Tallulah."

Kal'tsit nodded slightly, then entered the room with Orson.

"So, what can I do for you, Dr. Kal'tsit—"

boom! !

A dark green, shapeless monster suddenly jumped out from behind Kal'tsit. The monster, which looked like a patchwork of Originium, lunged forward and directly clamped Orson's limbs, pressing him to the ground with his back facing up.

"—Are you planning to start a war between Rhodes Island and Reunion, Dr. Kal'tsit?"

Orson didn't panic, but asked calmly.

"I told you, this is a private matter."

"No one can escape their social connections, you should know that—Hey, hey, what are you doing!?"

Without saying a word, Kal'tsit sat directly on Orson's waist, and the other's transparent skirt was about to lose its already unreliable concealing effect.

Kal'tsit sat on Orson's body, her eyes filled with a kind of patience and calm anger.

"So, why do you have 'her' physiological signals? Have you inherited her 'sins'? How much do you know about the past disasters you have carried?"

Kal'tsit was riding on Orson at this time, with one hand on the claw of the unidentified monster, ready to order it to pierce Orson's heart at any time.

Orson didn't know how to respond; he was completely stunned. He'd stripped her clothes in person, and then pushed her down in a dark room. Could it be that the lynx had some kind of physical impulse after seeing him?

"And if you weren't 'her'—you'd be dead soon."

"..."

Kal'tsit's tone was still extremely cold, but at that moment, Orson saw some emotion in the other's pupils.

The emotion called "helplessness" is absolutely impossible for Kal'tsit to feel.

79. With you until the end of death

In the port monitoring room, Orson was pinned to the ground by some irregular man-made object extending from Kal'tsit's spine, while Kal'tsit was riding on Orson, announcing Orson's death sentence with a cold expression.

"Are you going to kill me, Dr. Kelsey?"

Although his mind was full of questions, Orson had come all the way through a sea of blood and corpses after all. He did not panic, but calmly asked Kal'tsit what she wanted to do.

"Do I intend to kill you? That's a good question. How do you tell if someone has a clear intention to kill? The signal activity in my brain is as stable as ever, and the hormone secretion in my body is also very normal. And tens of minutes ago, I had never seen you. But even so, yes. I am very clear that I want to kill you at this moment, and I have also considered the subsequent problems that this will cause."

Kal'tsit responded indifferently. This way of piling up "definitions" made Orson a little confused.

"Stop being a riddler at a time like this... I always thought I was just an ordinary Ursus, but now it seems that's not the case - if not, then what race am I, human?"

Orson stared at Kal'tsit in front of him, trying to find out from her what was happening to his body.

"[Humanity]? Every race on the Terran continent calls themselves 'humanity,' but in this context, I understand that you have a separate 'meaning' for this term that's different from the broader context? For example, does it refer to a specific [race]?"

Kal'tsit spoke slowly, and she seemed to have inferred some information from Orson's words.

"...??"

As for Orson, it was different. He didn't understand.

"You are indeed connected to 'her'—no, you are a continuation of her. Or is this just one of your countless schemes filled with blood and corpses? Are you planning to just walk away, pretending to have completely disappeared from the world, and thus rid yourself of the sins you have committed?"

Kal'tsit's tone rarely wavered, more like an aggressive outburst than a question. The highest-ranking official in Rhodes Island's medical department was standing before him, constantly pouring out hidden emotions.

But it was still the same question, which Orson completely didn't understand.

At this moment, Orson is like going out shopping and buying a Cyberpunk 2077, and then a green cat-headed hacker suddenly rushes out next to him and complains to you about how outrageous the manpower and material resources required to realize the cyber-electronicization of consciousness are, and that the current system and society are simply unable to reach that level, so come on, let's burn this cheating computer city to ashes together.

After I said that, I realized that I had recognized the wrong person. You are not the famous V?

Who understands what you say?

Although he didn't understand, Orson didn't interrupt Kal'tsit. He just maintained a suppressed attitude and listened silently to Kal'tsit's aggressive questions.

These words were not spoken to "Orson", but to something hidden behind "Orson" that she could not yet perceive.

"We all bear sins that cannot be washed away, and our veins flow with the still-burning blood of the dead. Yet, at this point, you want to just walk away like this?"

Orson didn't know how to respond to Kal'tsit. He vaguely understood that his "identity" was not the superficial Orson to Kal'tsit, and that hidden identity was also the pain that Kal'tsit could not show to others.

"..."

Orson did not respond, and Kal'tsit did not ask any more questions. After a brief silence, she ordered the monster to release Orson from his shackles.

"Come back, Mon3tr"

The twisted monster returned to the spine behind Kal'tsit. At this time, the shawl that Kal'tsit had been covering her with fell to the ground. The traces of Originium crystals were very conspicuous on her white shoulders. Combined with Kal'tsit's expressionless face, it made people feel a little distressed.

"That's not like me."

After taking back mon3tr, Kal'tsit re-evaluated her previous series of actions.

She forcibly tears off the clothes of men she has just met, examines their skin and torso without gloves, closely observes their Originium crystals, looks for empty rooms, uses force to coerce them and deprive them of their ability to resist, and rides on them to create a sense of control and oppression.

"..."

After connecting these operations, the entry "Slut" quickly popped up in the dictionary index in Kal'tsit's mind. Of course, it was thrown directly into the recycle bin by Kal'tsit at the speed of light.

"There are many mysteries about you, Orson. Because my primary way of observing the world is not through sight, I have ignored your cognitive filter and regarded you as her phantom - assuming that you truly have no memory of the past."

Kal'tsit seemed to have woken up from her strange state and narrated calmly and calmly.

"First of all, I really don't know anything. Secondly, it's good that you've calmed down. You shouldn't want to kill me anymore, right, Dr. Kal'tsit?"

Orson stood up from the ground, patted his butt and asked the other party.

"I want to stop your body's functions all the time, and this idea will never change in the past or in the future. I know that this inexplicable anger will make you confused and angry, but I can't separate you from her existence, Orson."

Kal'tsit took out a needle and surgical thread from her pocket, walked to Orson and squatted down.

"Dr. Kelsey, what are you doing..."

"Don't move. I'm sewing your clothes back together with non-detachable surgical thread. I'll take care of the damage caused by my indiscretion."

Kal'tsit squatted in front of Orson, and used the thread in her hand to sew the cut clothes together at an extremely fast speed.

"Also, I hope you don't misunderstand me. My intention to kill you is merely a mental deduction. I was simply stating the facts before. Your Originium infection is extremely severe. You must seek immediate treatment, otherwise you could die at any moment."

"……I know."

Orson whispered back.

"But I hope you can keep it a secret for me, Dr. Kelsey. The integration movement has just started on the right track, and I can't fall behind now."

Kal'tsit didn't answer. She just silently used needle and thread to sew the clothes that she had cut back together.

"It's temporarily taken care of. Rhodes Island will be responsible for reimbursing the cost of this suit later. Orson, how long has it been since you had a proper rest?"

After all, she was a doctor, so Kal'tsit finished the suture quickly. She put away the needle and thread and looked up at Orson. At this time, the distance between the two was very close again.

"I get a good rest every day. I drink a glass of hot milk and do 20 minutes of yoga before bed. I never leave fatigue until the next day. How about you, Dr. Kelsey?"

"Just like you."

Kal'tsit responded indifferently, and both of them knew that the other was lying.

"It's almost time to go."

After sewing Orson's clothes, Kal'tsit walked towards the door of the monitoring room.

"So, did you get the answer?"

Orson asked Kal'tsit whether her actions in her personal capacity had helped her find the answers she wanted.

"..."

As always, the doctor, who always had a deadpan expression, liked to throw out inferences but rarely revealed his inner thoughts, did not respond.

After leaving the monitoring room, Talulah, who was talking on the intercom, saw Orson and immediately came over.

"Orson, nothing happened."

"Well, Dr. Kal'tsit helped me sew clothes. That weird-looking posture she had before was actually a physical examination. She's actually quite shy in front of others—ah!"

Orson was halfway through his speech when Kal'tsit kicked him in the calf with an expressionless face.

"That's all?"

Tallulah frowned and asked, while Orson gave Kal'tsit a look, hoping that the omniscient queen mother could understand his hint.

"Dr. Orson's symptoms of oripathy have worsened. If he doesn't get timely treatment, he may die."

“What—!?” “Eh eh!?”

Tallulah looked at Orson in shock, while Orson looked at Tallulah with a look of betrayal.

"I'm a doctor, and reporting symptoms is my duty. I didn't agree to your request."

Kal'tsit responded indifferently. Although Orson wanted to say something, Tallulah forcibly pulled him aside for questioning.

"..."

—And, no matter how much I hate you, I will always protect you until death do us part, [Doctor]

Kal'tsit looked at Orson's back and said silently in her heart.

80.The Blessed Man

In the Azazel underground clinic, Orson was held tightly by Tallulah like a prisoner, and was half-forced into the infirmary.

"I'm really fine, Sister Tazi...! Look at my strong body!"

Orson was still trying to trick Tallulah into skipping the physical examination.

"You have nothing to do with Jianshuo, Orson. Anyway, you must check my Originium infection today, immediately, right in front of me."