This Is Unforgivable!

So, her red ears will droop, and she'll retreat into the shadows with the candy in her hand. She probably won't be around anytime soon. Therefore, even if Kal'tsit throws a bouquet and cake at my face, I won't have to worry about being embarrassed.

And so, everything was ready. We were just one step away from our final goal.

Take a deep breath, stay calm, and make sure there are no mishaps with the gifts on your person or in your hands. Then—

Knock on the door.

"Kal'tsit, are you there? It's Surtr. May I come in now?"

Speak softly and politely.

If everything goes smoothly, then—

Kal'tsit looked up, trying to calm her racing heart. She had been sitting at her desk for ten minutes straight, but her work efficiency was less than eighty percent of what it usually was. Just ten minutes earlier, Warfarin had sent her a message—

—'Surtr is coming your way; this is a rare opportunity, seize it.'

She had to admit that while Warfarin usually caused all sorts of trouble, she was actually quite reliable when it mattered. Maybe she should give her a raise next month... but then again, a raise would likely be deducted from her paycheck before it was even paid out. A bonus would definitely be better.

Her mind wandered, mentally rehearsing how she should react when she met Surtr —she couldn't act the way she always had. This time, she had to be more friendly.

—When she comes in, I'll get up and lead her to the sofa. I'll make her some tea, and then ask her if she has time in the evening.

If so, invite her to the observatory to stargaze. If not, ask her how I can help... She probably doesn't get help often, so she might refuse. Then I can suggest meeting up somewhere else next time.

—Yes, that's good. That's it, and if I succeed from the very beginning, I can naturally lean on her shoulder while looking at the stars... That should salvage my image a little.

She planned meticulously and prepared thoroughly. She even put on some light makeup.

Then, she heard a knock on the door.

"Kal'tsit, are you there? It's Surtr. May I come in now?"

The voice from outside the door was soft, with a hint of caution mixed in. She couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache—when Surtr ever spoken to anyone so cautiously, except when she was with her?

Then--

"Even an uncivilized monkey knows how to open a door. Are you even less capable than a monkey? The door isn't locked. Do I have to come and ask you to open it?"

My mind had made up its mind, but my tongue and lips unconsciously uttered such utterly absurd words.

The moment she uttered those words, Kal'tsit instinctively grabbed the documents beside her and was about to smash them against her face.

--very good.

—That's it, it's all over!

Chapter 82. If this is tolerable, what is intolerable?

Meanwhile, off the field...

In the apartment next door, downstairs, somewhere completely outside Surtr's perception range, Miss Warfarin, who hadn't left her apartment at all and had simply made a phone call to TOUCH to resolve everything, suddenly spat out a mouthful of her soda—she quickly put down her soda and popcorn. She jumped up from her ergonomically designed rocking chair, grabbed a handkerchief and some dry tissues, and carefully wiped the monitor screen repeatedly.

The monitor wasn't broken; it's a high-end product after all, so it's fine.

She had gone to great lengths to persuade Persephone, a guy she didn't dare approach, to install such a hidden line, just to watch the show begin.

But surprisingly!

"Kal'tsit, what are you doing, Kal'tsit!" She lowered her voice, but couldn't help but yell out in anger—what the hell was going on? Persephone had helped triage the patients, and she herself had been working overtime from morning till afternoon, just to make sure that the big cat would be free when Surtr came. But now, what a mess! The ideal start that everyone had worked so hard to create, and this is what happened?

That's it!?

The elderly Sanguinarch beauty tidied the mess in front of her and took a deep breath. On the monitor, she saw Miss Surtr, holding a bouquet of flowers, gently push open the office door—thankfully, that Foul-mouthed Lynx hadn't driven her away outright. So there's still more to see... there's still hope.

She thought for a moment, then took out a communicator from beside her. Lowering her voice slightly, she verified her fingerprint and dialed a message.

"PRTS," she said after the call was connected. "Secure line four, connect me."

The communication was transferred quickly, and a few seconds later, another Sanguinarch's voice came through the speaker.

"Warfarin? Why use a secure line? What happened in Chernobog?"

"Closure," Warfarin said softly, her voice lowered as she watched the monitor, "It's some personal business. Everything is normal in Chernobog... Has the potion I ordered from you arrived yet? Could Rhodes Island deliver it to me when it arrives in Chernobog?"

"Let me see..." came a hesitant voice from the other end of the communication line. But it was only for a moment before a response came quickly. "Hmm, 100 ml of Compound Pinellia Decoction, a specialty of Yan ... Well, the goods you requested have arrived and will be delivered soon. But what do you need this for? This type of Yan medicine has long been obsolete. After all, if used improperly, it can cause loss of voice for several days."

"It's nothing, I was just a little anxious about some things. So I had to give that lynx a push myself."

"Lynx?"

Closure the other end of the communication line paused slightly.

Then, it dawned on me.

"I see... Being a best friend like this must be very tough, Warfarin. Be careful not to end up pleasing neither side."

"That's the problem I need to deal with," the elderly Sanguinarch Lady replied easily. "I'll leave the cleanup of the traces on PRTS to you. You should be fine with that, right?"

"Don't worry." The other Sanguinarch behind the communicator patted his chest loudly. "Except for that perverted... uh, I mean that beautiful, kind, generous, and wise young lady, Persephone, nobody will catch me on PRTS. So that's settled then, Warfarin. If you get any interesting shots, don't forget to send me a copy."

"Don't worry about that, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits—so, shall I hang up?"

"Okay, see you in a few days." — The dial tone came from the other end of the line.

Warfarin breathed a sigh of relief and put down the communicator.

"Old friend, this is all I can do to help. But first, you at least have to make sure today ends peacefully..."

She picked up her soda and popcorn, refocusing her attention on the audio and video in front of her—future support wouldn't be delivered to the right people until the future. For now, she would continue to be a happy, chubby person.

That's all she can do.

Let's go back a few dozen seconds.

When Kal'tsit's words, cold and merciless like a scalpel, pierced through the doorway and stabbed fiercely into Miss Surtr's heart, the three layers of psychological suggestion she had prepared beforehand finally came in handy—it wasn't really an insult, perhaps Kal'tsit was just busy. This small obstacle wasn't worth holding back. And—

—This actually fits her style quite well.

The girl thought to herself, feeling a sense of loss but not disappointment. After all, Kal'tsit was always like this, and if she were to speak to her gently, she might actually be startled.

Her restless emotions were quickly suppressed. She maintained her perfectly measured smile and gently pushed open the office door. What greeted her eyes was a large cat grabbing a folder, its arm slightly straining as if to toss it. But the moment she pushed the door open, her grip on the folder subtly loosened.