I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

The fatigue from being entangled with Vayvan all night had not completely dissipated, and there was a faint soreness in my shoulders and waist, as if I had been bound by some invisible restraint all night, leaving faint marks.

He turned his head and glanced at the other side of the bed.

Saria had regained her usual composure, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, reaching out to tidy her slightly disheveled long hair. Her amber eyes remained cool and aloof, but the stray hairs that hadn't completely settled at her temples and her refreshed gaze betrayed the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

...This was a completely different person from the Saria who called him by a strange name last night, to the point that he really wanted to ask if this Vayvan had been possessed by some kind of succubus.

"Are you alright?" Gerald propped himself up from the bed, finding it somewhat strange that he was the one lying in bed. "Don't you need to rest a little longer?"

"No problem, in fact, it's very easy."

Seria said, though her expression was not clearly visible in the darkness, she was probably smiling: "I'll go wash up first. I haven't made you breakfast yet. I'll print out the forms you need to sign later. Although most of the HR people there recognize my face, the agreement requires identification to enter, so we still need to follow the rules."

“My real credentials probably go back to Kazimierz,” Gerald said, silently touching the scar on his neck. “However, given the size of this company, comparable to Barron Mobile, it’s not surprising that they would accept some illegal transfers on the side.”

“Yes, for example, a rich young master like Anthony who escaped from prison and is wanted by the authorities will most likely end up being accepted by Rhodes Island.” Saria shook her head: “As I said before, it’s not a normal pharmaceutical company. More important than a resume is their recognition. Infected people who are desperate but have a skill are their favorite employees.”

"Is Ifrit the same way?"

Gerald glanced at Saria, whose movements visibly stiffened at those words.

"The same goes for Ifrit; moreover, they are currently the only organizations capable of resolving her problem."

She turned her head, glanced at the toy car that was placed in her room, then lowered her head and thought quietly for a second before looking back at Gerald: "Would you like to buy something before you leave today?"

“Go buy it.” Gerald sighed, reaching out his hand to let Saria help him up. “I can’t let you do all the work by yourself.”

"But this time, whatever you do, don't buy that child any candy."

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Colombia, on the edge of the Trimont moving plate, is a place where many landships and vehicles dock.

The elevators leading to the ground continuously welcomed travelers from the wilderness. Below the power level were maintenance passages and checkpoints similar to customs. Fleets or mobile platforms could dock directly through the rigid joints above the mobile platforms, which was the situation in Mansfield at the time.

When Saria and Gerald arrived at the port, the ship named Rhodes Island had already been docked for quite some time. According to the supply guidelines for large cities, even a short stop would involve staying nearby for about three days to resupply the power layer and replenish the ship's supplies.

Based on Gerald's experience in his previous life, as long as one does not hold any position on the ship, this kind of travel is usually no different from taking a luxury cruise ship.

Although he was just a casual tourist, he had never been on a civilian land-based ship before and had no idea what it looked like. He could only learn some things from Anthony's fragmented words.

On the other side, Saria wore a well-tailored dark trench coat over a light-colored turtleneck shirt, her long silver hair neatly gathered up. This time, she seemed to have learned her lesson, as she used a hat to cover the horns on her head, and her tail was discreetly tucked away under the hem of her trench coat.

Gerald herself temporarily took on the role of a laborer, carrying an exquisitely packaged gift box in her right hand and a suitcase wrapped in her left hand and tail—according to Saria, cooperative operators like them still had to bring their own changes of clothes.

"Are you nervous?"

Saria silently bypassed the oncoming crowd and glanced at Gerald, who was squinting in the sunlight.

“A little bit, after all, this is my first time working with a company in my life.” He nodded, glancing subconsciously at the passing fog. “I’ve been out of touch with civilized society for a while, I didn’t know that a powerhouse of this level would just appear in a port. Of course, it’s also possible that this so-called Rhodes Island is more exaggerated than I imagined.”

"A strong person?" Saria wouldn't presume to look back at the person who had just passed by; she simply frowned slightly. "Even you think so?"

"The internal guards... are about that level, at least at the level of a core national guard." Tianma replied calmly, "But they don't seem to have any ill intentions, so there's no need to worry too much."

The conversation between the two continued, but they quickly shifted from that topic to the next matter concerning matters requiring attention within Rhodes Island. They then walked through the public areas and arrived at the area reserved for land-based ships.

There were very few people here, mostly maintenance and logistics personnel from the ship, so the two figures were quickly noticed by a logistics officer in the distance.

“Ms. Saria?” A Sakota in a typical Rhodes Island uniform was telling his colleagues jokes about local Colombian affairs when his gaze shifted and he saw Vayvan take off her hat, revealing her signature silver hair.

So they quickly straightened their attitudes—this lady was known for her meticulousness, and although she wouldn't report them to their superiors, as members of Rhodes Island, they naturally didn't want to leave a bad impression on their cooperating operators.

The light curtain in the security checkpoint flickered slightly, reflecting the silhouettes of passing travelers onto the transparent screen.

The two entered the passage, and Saria handed over her identity verification form, effortlessly pressing her fingerprint onto the scanner. As the blue light swept over it, the system beeped, confirming the verification.

The logistics officer standing nearby, while verifying information, also noticed the unfamiliar man beside her. She didn't ask any questions, but simply, out of professional habit, politely inquired, "And who is this?"

“I’ll go with him.” Saria replied simply, her attitude in front of outsiders remaining the same as always. “I will take him to the personnel department to apply. Thank you for your hard work.”

"No, no, it's nothing." The logistics officer asked while hurriedly organizing the data panel in his hands. "Do you remember the way to the Human Resources Department? Would you like me to show you the way?"

"No need."

The operator nodded, not pressing further, and then gestured for Gerald to proceed with the verification. He followed Saria's movements, silently completing the scan, and a warning about the personal sword appeared on the screen—this part was handled by the documents Saria had prepared beforehand, requiring only registration.

Normally, almost every operator on Rhodes Island has their own weapon. Even if someone were to bring in a chainsaw, the security personnel would have to let them through with trepidation and helplessness, let alone those two who follow the rules.

After receiving a clear answer, the logistics officer nodded slightly to them, indicating that it was acceptable, and then pretended to return to his work.

They then proceeded through the security checkpoint and followed the passage that Saria was familiar with into the interior of Rhodes Island.

As the two entered the personnel department area, the atmosphere became even more lively than at the ship's entrance. Operators hurried along the corridors, chatting about their respective tasks, with occasional individuals rushing past carrying documents or data terminals. At least on the surface, it certainly resembled a efficiently functioning corporate machine.

The Human Resources Department's door is semi-open, with an electronic nameplate on the glass door flashing the words "Human Resources Department." Inside, you can hear the sound of staff turning pages while organizing files and brief conversations.

"When you register your information, the HR staff will assign you a room."

Saria stood in the corridor in front of the door, leaning against the wall to discuss the next steps with Gerald: "Just like we agreed before, visitors will have their own work permits and will not need to sign a contract."

“It’s quite convenient.” Gerald smiled. “Their next stop is Kazimierz—if things can be resolved smoothly by then, I might actually consider finding a job here.”

After listening to Gerald's words, Saria simply nodded slightly without saying anything more. She glanced at the glass door in front of her, gently pushed it open, and prepared to walk in with Pegasus.

However, just as the door opened, a hurried figure rushed out of the personnel department, clearly not expecting anyone to be standing outside. Their steps met abruptly, the unexpected collision causing the other to stumble and crash directly into Gerald's chest.

"—!"

The girl let out a short gasp, and the next second she felt a pair of strong hands firmly supporting her shoulders, preventing her from falling directly to the ground.

Gerald lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl in his arms with long brown hair and a pair of long, slender rabbit ears. Her ears trembled slightly from the sudden turn of events, and her azure eyes still held lingering surprise.

"Sorry." She quickly came to her senses and subconsciously apologized to the other person. At the same time, she straightened up and took a small step back, her eyes shifting between the two of them for a moment before settling on Saria.

“Ms. Saria?” Amiya blinked, clearly surprised to see her there, then flashed a bright smile: “Long time no see! Are you here at Rhodes Island on business today? And—”

The Demon King's authority made her sense some unusual emotions. Following this surprise, she turned her gaze to another person, blinking her large eyes: "This... sir? Is this our first meeting?"

At this moment, Pegasus was staring motionlessly at the girl's hand, which she had just released from her side.

Ten rings were on her fingers, just as he had seen in his dream.

When the demon king touched the area near his wound, he was wearing these ten rings on his finger—and the aura emanating from the young Katarus only confirmed this.

Before he could even utter a word, a question from behind interrupted him.

"Amiya?"

"Ah, Dr. Kal'tsit!" Amiya greeted Felin, who was behind Pegasus, following the sound of her voice. "Perfect timing! I was just about to go and discuss some things with you about Columbia—"

However, before she could finish speaking, the footsteps behind her paused, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gerald slowly turned around and looked at that familiar figure.

Dr. Felin stopped at the entrance of the personnel department, and when she saw Tianma's face, all her movements froze on the spot.

Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color, as if she had lost all her strength, and she almost couldn't hold onto the terminal in her hand. It was a fear that came from instinct, like a small creature standing in front of its predator, whose body was still trembling unconsciously even without posing any real threat.

Pegasus's gaze fell upon her—after seeing Nasti, seeing this lynx again didn't seem so surprising.

So he calmly began to speak:

“You look like you’ve recovered very well, Kal’tsit.”

Judging from her aura, although her strength has most likely not recovered to what it was when she first fought him, it is definitely much better than the dirty state she was in the ruins before.

Excellent news! This means that Kal'tsit in the dream is able to recover, and he can now spar with her to improve his swordsmanship.

However, Kal'tsit is probably less willing to see him.

"babble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dr. Felin's knees buckled slightly, his body lost its support, the world before his eyes began to blur, and then he was completely plunged into darkness.

The remaining three parties looked at each other.

Looking at each other speechless.

Chapter 91 The Kitten Hisses (5K7)

Throughout her long life spanning ten thousand years, Kal'tsit witnessed countless heroes and valiant figures.

Many wanted to kill her, but none were ever able to enslave her.

She prefers to control the course of events from the rear rather than confront them head-on.

Manipulating relationships and altering the political landscape—it never fails... Although there are many mistakes, and her reputation can plummet or be wiped out overnight due to the death of those in power, compared to the dangers of being exposed to the light, this method has successfully allowed her to reach the modern era and remain intact.

Moreover, most so-called heroes are no match for her, easily defeated in a single move.

Only one person, who seemed to be a ghost from the very first meeting, broke through all her sword moves, used Originium Arts to imprison Mon2tr in place, and even told her about the future developments himself, before stabbing her through with a single sword.

Not only that, but they found her when she was most seriously injured and her body and memories had not yet been repaired.

A being who harbored no ill will, solely seeking a sword strike from her, and even willing to offend and kill a royal ruler to protect her—this kind of hero unit would leave a deep impression on Kal'tsit even in her long life.

Therefore.

"Amiya!"

She couldn't let Amiya be influenced by Gerald, nor could she let him realize Amiya's value.

Kal'tsit suddenly opened her eyes. The moment her consciousness returned, her brain was still working intensely, trying to forcefully sort out the current situation from the chaotic memories and perceptions, and to make her consciousness clear up as quickly as possible.

A familiar touch came from the back of her head, and she realized she was resting her head on something strange. With just a slight turn of her head, she saw Amiya looking down at her, her deep blue eyes filled with gentle reassurance.

“I’m here,” Amiya whispered, her fingers gently tracing her temples, carrying the subtle ripples of her demonic authority. Like a gentle breeze across scorched earth, it soothed the turmoil in her mind. “Don’t stay up so late next time, Doctor.”

The afterglow of the mental connection lingered, and Amiya could sense her previous emotional fluctuations—from an initial, immense cloud of joy, to intense surprise and confusion, then to brief fear and resistance, and finally to deep worry.

Kal'tsit paused for a moment, glanced around, then closed her eyes and regulated her breathing.

The decor here is familiar; it should be the HR department's lounge. I didn't see any sign of Tianma.

In other words, what I just experienced may have been a pathological hallucination caused by excessive stress.

...Was it because of the letter written to her by the former mistress of the valley? Did it make her have a baseless fantasy, hoping for something impossible to happen?

"You're awake." Another voice came from the side.

She turned her head and saw Saria standing to the side, her arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“After you fainted, I examined you and there were no substantial physical problems,” Saria said succinctly. “It’s just that the mental shock was too great, and coupled with your prolonged lack of sleep, your body was forced into a dormant state. If news of your fainting spread within Rhodes Island, it’s hard to say whether other rumors would emerge.”

"Thank you. I'm sorry to have shown you such an uncharacteristic side, Operator Saria."

Kal'tsit gradually calmed down. It seemed she really needed a good rest these past few days. Hoping Gerald would come back to life was less appealing than hoping Theresa would pop out from some unknown corner and greet her with a smile…

Ok?

She tried to move her body.

It was not turned on.

Not only that, but he was completely bound up, unable to move even a single finger.

"Isn't your strength a bit too weak? Is that alright?"

The worried voices came from somewhere out of her sight, and only then did she realize the problem was her perspective.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be level with the cabinet next to her when she's lying flat. Aside from the possibility that she might suddenly become gigantic under certain circumstances, the only remaining possibility is—

Just as she expected, a gentle breeze slowly straightened her body from the air, allowing her to stand and fall back to the ground, her feet touching the earth once more.

Her body felt empty, as if something had suddenly lost its connection to her spine. When she returned to the ground and looked around, she discovered that Mon3tr, who had fought this Pegasus countless times, was now being held in Gerald's arms, who was stroking the crystals on its body.

And he even looked like he was enjoying it.

"Oh dear, look at your child." Gerald held the heavy monster in his hands with great affection, though he didn't know why the child was so affectionate with him, but it was obviously a good thing. "What a wonderful sense of power, what amazing explosive force! Why don't you learn from it and train on your own? If you keep going like this, you won't even be able to withstand a single sword strike."

"Roar!" M3 clearly agreed with Pegasus's point of view.

Kal'tsit nodded, numbly accepting all the conversation, and finally looked back and forth between Amiya and Gerald.

In the end, all I could manage to say was:

"Amiya, take Operator Saria to the personnel department to get her token."

“I’ll handle this person first.”

……

The little rabbit had no idea what had happened between the stranger and her doctor, but she was very understanding. After getting Saria's permission, she very tactfully made room for the two of them to talk.

While Seria herself was very interested in the past of her Pegasus, she also knew that Gerald would definitely tell her everything in the future. The trust between them made her choose to leave with Amiya without hesitation.