Léon: The Cat Killer

“I can’t stand by and watch you become such a bad child, nor can I let Medic fall into the abyss of regret... So, I need you, Matilda.”

"How long have I been dancing and kicking?"

"Yes, Medic seems a bit resigned to her fate these days, partly due to survivor syndrome, and partly because she was seriously injured in the previous incident... losing an eye... In the moment when she can no longer exert her full strength, it seems reasonable for her to prepare everything for you as if she were making her final arrangements."

"Restoring Nana's strength isn't difficult; we plan to give her Kate's eyes... but that alone probably won't stop Nana's decline... so we need you, Matilda... to treat your Nana like family..."

"Don't just go over there to talk to your family... Show more concern for Nana, after all, she's your only family member still alive."

“...But...I don't know...what to do...At times like this, I can't hear my mother's or sister's voices at all.”

Seeing the kitten's anxious and almost tearful expression, Kal'tsit gently wiped away the tears welling in the girl's eyes with the back of her hand and said in a matter-of-fact tone: Ling

"It's actually very simple... Master the power you inflicted on Nana when you went berserk at the beginning, and continue learning the knowledge you should be learning at school... Don't let Nana spoil you and turn you into a spoiled and dissolute child... Share some of your feelings for the dead souls with Nana... It doesn't have to be much, just see the Nana who is taking care of you now as one with the mother who took care of you in the past... I think Nana will be very happy."

At this moment, Matilda's expression was somewhat unresponsive... Clearly, even Kal'tsit realized that she had said too much to the child, and that her words had been too lengthy...

But since it involves communicating with something akin to the dead, it's likely that once Medic returns... the deceased Bruce family will offer their youngest child some advice and guidance. VII

Or to put it another way, was the sudden willingness of the Medicine family's dead souls to accept the will of the primitive organs the result of their interference and comfort?

Generally, such ambiguous speculation about life and death, the thought that a deceased friend is still thinking of you, should bring some warmth to your heart… But the thought that such a considerate person is now separated from her last remaining family member by death, ignites a dark, burning anger within Kal'tsit. *Hiss*

Looking at undead souls, generally speaking, they gradually disappear over time, their humanity rapidly deteriorating. As far as Kal'tsit knows, without exception, all undead souls ultimately remain, their deepest memories tearing at their souls and wills... becoming paranoid and hateful towards everything within those memories. (Witch)

If Medic truly used the Dark Lord's authority to create the Bruce family's undead... her own mental state will deteriorate over time, which is one thing, but what kind of ideological influence these undead will have on Matilda, the artificial war sorceress, is another matter that requires special attention.

Although there don't seem to be any problems at the moment, considering the future... Kal'tsit believes she should talk to Medic as soon as possible.

Just as Kal'tsit habitually opened her terminal to make a call, she noticed the 'outside the circle' markings for Medic and the Medic team and remembered that Medic had decided to personally recruit staff to lighten their workload… and this action was also part of Kal'tsit's plan to encourage Medic and rebuild their confidence.

But when Kal'tsit focused her attention back on what was in front of her, she saw... Matilda, encouraged by Amiya, struggling to hold onto her sleeve:

“…That…that one!”

"Ok?"

“Amiya…Amiya said that you, Dr. Kal'tsit, are the most knowledgeable person on the ship…May I, along with Amiya, learn from you the textbooks and how to use magic?”

Looking at Matilda, who was speaking with a slight lisp, Kal'tsit glanced at Amiya, who was sticking her tongue out at her... Although she hadn't paid any attention to what the little rabbit and the kitten were saying, which had such a remarkable effect, since the child was willing to improve, Kal'tsit would not show favoritism for her own sake and for the sake of Medic.

Nodding, Kal'tsit's expression, despite her dark circles, remained as calm as ever.

"can."

PS: Today's cat

I want to be held like this while I sleep...

PS2: What was originally planned to be a two-thousand-word piece turned into a whole page, but at least it pointed out the cat's somewhat carefree nature... Katie and her friends thought about it and decided to put the chapter down... Mainly because I was sleepy and hungry and needed to take care of my physiological needs.

PS3: So today's update seems to be 10,000 words? I glanced at the previous chapter, and together with this chapter, it's 9,000 words... still not 10,000 words, sad... I can only hope that with the cat's explanation... everyone can understand what I'm trying to say.

After all, I'm not a little girl anymore, so I don't know what kids of that age are thinking.

The Mystery of 2nd Medic: Episode 035. Initially, no one cared about the disaster.

The weather was very clear today, and even in the middle of the night, Sussuro, who was driving in shifts, was able to maintain a speed of over 70 miles per hour by the dim light of the two moons.

But good night vision doesn't mean she likes the darkness around her. The wilderness is just as terrifying as wild animals like rock crabs... or strangers lurking beside roads for small vehicles.

Fortunately, as the dawn gradually broke on the horizon, the pink fox was finally able to yawn freely... This sunrise rising from the horizon was a reward for the driver who had stayed up all night.

Susuluo had worked many night shifts during her school years and her time working at a public hospital... but watching the sunrise directly was quite a novel experience for the little fox.

"Oh... that solar halo is so beautiful... Letania is so nice, it has so many rivers, nestled among mountains and water... and the air isn't as dry as in Colombia..."

While muttering to herself, Su Suluo yawned and took out her phone, absentmindedly snapping a picture of the sun halo outside the driver's window.

Because she had taken over from Medic late at night, Little Fox was quite tired after driving for several hours. The photo, from the halo effect itself to the half-head of the person out of focus, is very casual…

But even such a casually taken photo made the shimmering halo seem like a halo above the little fox's head... which was one of the joys of this short trip.

The girl's soft, innocent laughter naturally woke her companion, and the large black cat, its hair disheveled, quickly approached, pawing at the back of the seat.

"What are you looking at that makes you so happy?"

"I just took a picture of the sunrise, and I think it's quite interesting."

Taking the phone from the driver's seat, Huang, with the hair tie in her mouth, examined the 'Sarkota Sussurro' picture, but didn't understand the joke... As a field operator, Huang was more focused on practical matters, and her attention was clearly more on the halo itself.

"This halo is...it's huge...is there going to be a downpour?"

"If it can form a halo, then there must be a lot of water vapor, but Rhodes Island didn't issue a rainstorm warning... It's probably just ordinary rain... Speaking of which, it seems that the weather forecast program that Rhodes Island started airing before was also handled by Medic? Now that she's out on fieldwork with us, is anyone still updating the weather forecast?"

While speaking, she patted her head a couple of times on her ears, which were considered quite large for a Volper. Even though she didn't feel that the air was particularly humid, Sussuro still remotely switched the car's air conditioning to dehumidification mode... After all, all three people in the car were more or less furry, and if they really felt damp, it would be too late to do anything else.

Huang casually tousled her hair a couple of times, considering herself dressed up, and then leaned against the car window to look at the sun that had already risen into the sky... but it seemed the angle was wrong; the beautiful halo that Susuluo had photographed earlier was no longer visible, and Huang could only regretfully look away.

"If Medic isn't around, then it must be Kal'tsit personally handling it... After all, she's the only member of the shipping department right now... But Kal'tsit doesn't have that much energy, so it's probably only enough to trigger PRTS to automatically alert for natural disasters?"

Perhaps the chatter was a bit too loud, or perhaps the cat killer simply couldn't fall asleep in the presence of other people... In any case, as Medic opened his eyes, a huge shadow appeared in the little cat's field of vision... It was the mobile city of Letania.

"Oh, Medic, you woke up just in time. We can already see the target."

"Hmm, it seems like everything is going well."

As he spoke, the cat killer instinctively took out his phone to check for unread messages, but after turning on the screen and seeing the large 'outside the circle', he remembered that in Letania, the intercity network required a permit to enter the city before it could be connected to a limited number of devices…

It can only be said that while the Letanians have boundless imaginations in music and other arts, their insistence on procedural justice can sometimes be quite frustrating.

After staring at the words "Please obtain entry permit from customs" on his phone for a while, Medic first booked a pre-entry application for the company's entry, and then observed the expressions of his companions after a night... it seemed that there were no problems.

“Susuluo… let’s stop the car first. Everyone, please tidy up your clothes, hair, and personal hygiene… It will take some time to complete the formalities after entering the city. In order to avoid being stuck because the restrooms are not open to us… it’s better to go through customs in full force for now… Do you remember what we planned to do next?”

"Hmm... Entering the city, preparing, finding people, leaving? That's roughly the process, right?"

After the three of them got out of the car and stretched, Medic took out a hairbrush from his bag and brushed Susuluo's fluffy hair neatly. Then he waved for Huang to come over.

"That's roughly it... but actually it's a flexible process that can be changed at any time... For example, if we're in good spirits, we can change the rest process from after entering the city to before leaving... pick them up in advance, then buy some things the newcomers will need on the island in the city before going back..."

"Hmm... Rhodes Island has everything... Is there anything else I need to buy?"

Looking at Huang, who was sitting on a small stool in front of her with her hair reaching the ground, and who, despite being a little shy, was still generally quite carefree and not like a typical girl, Medic used a brush to give examples:

"For example, tents used for camping in temporary dormitories?"

"...Okay, this might indeed be something we need to procure..."

Despite having a good impression of Rhodes Island, Huang still covered his face with a wry smile in the face of Medic's direct hint.

She had forgotten that she was already used to the rough and tumble life in Kazdel... If a newcomer went to Rhodes Island and slept in a dormitory like her, she would probably have some complaints.

For Medic, Blaze is his fourth friend after Cole and Kate, following Sussuro.

However, compared to Susuluo, who is quite concerned about her private life and maintains a good social distance, Huang, as a friend, besides her omnipresent enthusiasm that can even actually affect the temperature... she embodies a more mixed kind of authenticity.

Having been friends with this person for a week, aside from the fact that she kept asking me to go drinking every few days, which made me feel like she was addicted to alcohol... in daily life, Huang's... 'unruly' nature was also quite perplexing.

As a city cat, Medic really can't imagine why a girl's long hair can't be combed with a brush... Helpless, Medic could only exchange it for a comb that he had basically never used... It was something his manager had given to Medic a long time ago.

It and the brush were originally a set of grooming supplies. Its dark purple wood base is very understated, but the wood itself has a very light and ethereal fragrance. In addition to masking body odor when used, trying to track this scent alone can give people a scratchy feeling of not being able to find a target.

Its fragrance is called 'longing' because it is difficult to leave a clearly describable tactile impression in memory—that is the furthest distance from understanding.

According to the agent, this material, processed by the ICA, can even make the Pello family, known for their exceptional sense of smell, unable to track you with long-term use... Medic has reservations about this.

"So, if everyone thinks it's okay, we'll change the itinerary to go directly to the city to find someone, then buy supplies and leave... Is that alright?"

Medic's words elicited a slightly helpless smile from the other little fox and the big cat:

"Actually, Medic is the one who has rested the least among us... If you feel it's okay, then it's okay."

"Okay... then, next stop, customs."

………Qi Er Shan Ling IV Cu Qi San Si…

……

Customs is a gateway to a city, and the level of activity at a city's customs can often indicate the city's 'vitality'.

Of course, judging the character of an entire city based on the demeanor of employees in a particular department or the behavior of officials would be biased... but overall, it undoubtedly represents the official attitude...

Although Medic had never participated in any missions as an infected person or in any related capacity before, she had seen Mineral Patients in various countries and cities, some expressing gratitude and relief, others crying in despair, and still others cursing angrily.

As an infected person handling company... especially when there are infected people accompanying them, Medic knew that the procedures could be complicated... but Letania not only needed a medical certificate of mild illness, but even if Medic presented the cooperation certificate of the crisis contract, the city also required restrictions on the scope of movement and length of stay of everyone... The way the staff looked at him as if he were a pest crawling into his house naturally fueled Huang's anger.

But the mission was always the top priority. Despite the rising air temperature behind him, Medic still used the hand behind his back to instruct Sussuro to keep Huang in line... It can only be said that the members of the action team were still capable of executing orders.

Even though the customs officer's taunt, "You look like a normal person without Oripathy, and if you keep staying in this weird company, you'll definitely die young~", still made him furious... But after learning that the three people were there to take away the three 'Oripathy patients' who had appeared six months ago, Medic finally got a special entry permit.

Just as she had worried before setting off, this was now a complete bladder urge... The first thing Medic and his two companions did after driving into the city was to find a fast food restaurant to eat, drink water, and use the restroom...

At the same time, only emerging industries like fast food restaurants allow infected people to enter. As Susulu mentioned on the road before, although the restaurants featured in the travel magazine were not mentioned in the magazine, their signs all read "No infected people allowed."

Ironically, when Medic and his party drove past a public hospital in Letania, they also saw the same Letanian language at the hospital entrance.

At that time, Huang was complaining about the restaurants not allowing infected people to enter, which made everyone... especially Susuluo, who was looking forward to the content of the travel magazine, very disappointed.

Fortunately, Huang, whose native language is Da Yan and who occasionally uses Victorian and Dongguo languages ​​in Rhodes Island, cannot understand the Leitanian script at all... Otherwise, Medic might not know if the car's air conditioning could have lowered the temperature inside the car.

Through this comparison, Medic finally gained a real understanding of Rhodes Island and Kal'tsit's 'ideal'... and realized just how troublesome things she was pursuing.

From the perspective of a new employee, Rhodes Island is like an innocent baby, holding high its naive and carefree dreams.

Fortunately, Medic was just a 'salesperson'... she didn't have any dreams.

But the more Medic paid attention to scenery he had never noticed before, the more he felt a growing urge to do something.

Even though everyone knows that in order to combat natural disasters, people cannot stop using Originium... Oripathy will not disappear, and those who suffer from exclusion and strange looks will always exist.

But... if you have a mind that is not swayed by others, then please shout those "meaningless" statements once again.

At least Medic felt that Kal'tsit, who understood how difficult the world was yet persisted in it... was probably that kind of person.

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"We've arrived. This is Rhodes Island's office in the city..."

Before he could even stop the car, Medic saw his colleague, who was wearing the same uniform as him and smiling wryly, standing in front of the location, as well as locals who seemed to have come to see him off.

Unlike the official and the atmosphere of rejection towards infected people on the main road, Medic's magic can clearly sense that at least half of the people in front of him have healthy bodies... But unlike the serious and indifferent customs officers, they surrounded Medic's three targets in the middle, saying comforting words while occasionally stuffing packaged convenience food or homemade snacks into the center of the smiling, golden-haired girl, Pero.

...Why is it pink hair again?

Medic glanced at Sussuro, who had also gotten out of the car beside him, with a puzzled look on the pink-haired little fox's face. Then, he stepped forward and shook hands with the local manager, who was also wearing a Rhodes Island uniform.

"Hello, hello, are you messengers from headquarters?"

"Hello, I am Medic, an operator from the Rhodes Island Medical Department, in charge of this personnel operation... Behind me are Sussurro, a member of the Medical Department who will be taking care of the new operators for this mission, and Blaze, a colleague from the Operations Department... As you can see, she is our escort on the way. Also, these are our work certificates and the patient's transfer documents... Please check them first."

"(Sound of pages turning and signatures being signed) ...Okay, confirmed...You guys came so fast. When I received the notification from this ship, I thought you wouldn't arrive until at least the afternoon or evening."

Medic put the documents handed to him back into his bag, a slightly shy smile appearing on his face.

"After all, I heard that the patients' conditions were not optimistic... and thinking about it, three patients might be too much of a burden for a business unit with only five people in total, so we sped up the journey a bit."

"...Ah...the burden...actually, considering that as long as the blocking agents continue to be distributed, the city government won't stop funding us...it's not too bad. As you've seen, Meryl is actually a very sensible and popular person...although helping while suffering a fracture is a bit too much enthusiasm, but...after learning they were leaving, many people still came to say goodbye as friends." — Qun

As he spoke, the local official, a physician named Caster, wiped his eyes and glanced to the other side… A little further away, a girl named Melly was still bidding farewell to her friends in the city with a smile that, upon closer inspection, seemed somewhat forced and on the verge of tears.

Medic felt it would be rather insensitive to bother them at this time, but since their stay permit was only for one day and they felt time was tight, Medic decided to first take care of their departure preparations… After all, now that they had found their loved ones, even if time was limited, there would still be time for their friends who were about to part ways to say a proper goodbye.

Just as Medic began coordinating with the person in charge again to load the three people's personal belongings onto the truck and to handle the reimbursement of medical supplies for the three, Huang and Susuluo, who had suffered a lot of frustration from the "infected persons are not allowed to enter" signs along the way, smiled as they watched everyone say goodbye.

"I initially thought that since Letania is so serious and averse to infected people, I might have to leave like I was being driven away... But now it seems that things aren't so bad after all..." Qi

"After all, Letania is known as the Land of Romance... Even if it's serious, with so many moving musical arts, it can't be a cold society... Meryl went down the snow line for her friend; no matter how you look at it, she's a person who's willing to persevere and helpful... Isn't it normal for someone like her to have such a send-off party?"

When Medic brought two boxes out of the office, he found the little fox and the big cat still chatting, especially since all five people from the office were helping out. Medic coughed twice helplessly at the two of them: [The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error.]

"Don't just look, don't forget the time limit... Come help first... I've talked to the director, we'll reimburse you for three sets of field camping equipment. Also, they have blankets and beds at the office, don't waste them, bring them all."

………………i

"Ah...sorry, sorry, I didn't realize everyone was so enthusiastic..."

After stuffing bags of souvenirs and food into the car, Pello, named Melly, tied her long, glittery hair into delicate twin ponytails and scratched her head sheepishly… As she spoke, she adjusted the seemingly broken skis strapped to the outside of her suitcase…

"It's nothing... By the way, were you using the same skis six months ago?"

Seeing Sussuruo ask this question, Meili gave a wry smile:

"Yes... Although I told the rental company that I was the only one who had driven this car at the time, and that I didn't have Oripathy, and that Stewart and Andre were both driving Rhodes Island cars... I was still charged a large sum for totaling the vehicle... But no problem! With the help of my neighbors and colleagues, I managed to redeem it."

"...You're really optimistic...In the end, you still lost all the savings you've accumulated over the years, didn't you..."