Today Is a Good Day

"I'll go get the medical team right away! Sister Surtr hasn't gone far yet, I'll call her to come help!"

She was about to get up when Kal'tsit reached out and grabbed her, just like she had grabbed Surtr's clothes before. Although Kal'tsit's fingers were completely powerless, she dared not break free.

"No, no, Syl, Tel." Kal'tsit spoke while gasping for breath. "Warfarin, Warfarin, Warfarin."

"I understand! I'll go contact Warfarin... Doctor!?" The Little Rabbit's voice changed from fear to surprise.

Because she saw Persephone appear silently at the office door.

"Leave this to me." The purple-haired Doctor vanished from the room the moment she appeared. She walked to Kal'tsit's side, reached out, and a series of fine needles, flicked from between her fingers, pierced several acupoints known as acupuncture points in Yan.

The symptoms were relieved instantly. With Originium Arts at its core, this medical technique, which resembled acupuncture, displayed a miraculous effect comparable to that of a protagonist in a popular urban fantasy novel from ten years ago. Accompanied by a long, almost singing breath, Kal'tsit's spasms and loss of nerve control were finally forcibly stopped.

"Persephone ..." Kal'tsit's face was deathly pale. Her gaze towards the Maiden Doctor was extremely complicated.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm a kind person." Persephone, who always seemed to appear at the right time and place, spoke with utterly audacious words. "I love doing good deeds."

Only Little Rabbit like Amiya would believe that.

"Thank goodness! Doctor... Waaah, just now the doctor..." The Little Rabbit clutched her chest, her face full of relief. But she immediately covered her mouth at Persephone's gesture and stopped making a fuss.

Kal'tsit instinctively reached for the gift box Miss Surtr had given her—she could only barely lift her hand halfway.

"What do you want to do..." The Miss Lynx, powerless to resist, tried her best to bare her fangs and claws.

"I told you, I was doing a good deed." However, Persephone had already looked away from her and stopped looking at her. "I have bad news for you. You have to take a leave of absence. The acupuncture I gave you can only delay things for half an hour at most. And after half an hour, you'll have to go to the ICU."

"Your internal organs are severely damaged and you need some special medicine—you know what I mean. You also need to have all your blood replaced. And the ultimate result is that you will be lying in the ICU for a long time—this surgery is very difficult, and even on this ship, almost no one can do it without making mistakes."

"Except for me," she replied casually, but a smile inexplicably appeared on her lips.

"I will make you lie down until you are fully recovered."

Miss Surtr closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. The events of a few minutes earlier had truly shaken her, and even though she was now far removed from the vortex of events, her turbulent emotions lingered in her mind, unable to subside for a long time.

Was that really Kal'tsit? — It probably was.

Has Kal'tsit really changed her personality? — Maybe... no, absolutely not!

Something special must have happened, something I didn't know about, something unexpected.

—Perhaps this is just a bad joke, or perhaps Kal'tsit has found a suitable disguise.

She gently pressed her hand to her chest, pondering, considering, and feeling her heartbeat.

It's absolutely impossible for a person to undergo such a massive and complete change in a single day without any external impetus. Especially someone like Kal'tsit, who has lived a long life and seen a lot. Apart from Theresia, she couldn't even think of anything that could disturb the lynx's heartbeat.

There must be something wrong, she thought.

Once she reached this conclusion, the emotional turmoil in her heart quietly subsided.

She then let out a soft sigh.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. There's no need to waste so much energy on that Foul-mouthed Lynx.

She decided to first complete the experimental plan assigned by Persephone.

Chapter 116 - Today is a Good Day

Long ago, on a day in late autumn.

With the defeat of an out-of-control evil god, the quest to subdue the strange creature lurking deep within the earth came to an end. At Twilight, the sword offered a blessing to the girl resting by the campfire.

—"Happy birthday, Surtr."

The girl paused slightly as she added firewood to the campfire.

"...Today? Why?" She frowned. "As far as I know, Surtr's birthday, as recorded in the operator's file, is January 22nd. And there are still several months until that day."

"Are you mistaken, Laevateinn?"

"There's no mistake," Jian replied.

"For today is the day your will first awakens on this earth."

"Me?" The girl was slightly taken aback, then chuckled. "So this counts as my birthday? Hmm, it is. Thank you for your wishes, Laevateinn. I'm always happy with you by my side."

"But you don't seem very happy. Is there anything unpleasant at work during the day?"

"No, that's not it." The girl stood up and looked out at the distant land—a wasteland, under the Twilight, where a distant, prosperous city-state sang all night long because of the death of the evil god.

"I was just thinking..."

"As a new life after death, and as a death after new life. The day I was born in this world, wasn't it also the day I died in the other world? I still remember the temperature of the flames, the choking smoke. My powerless limbs, the despair of having no one to help me... I still remember it all."

"Hey, Laevateinn. Since my birthday is also my death day, then..."

She turned her head to the side, tilting it back to look. Uncontrollable sadness filled her crimson eyes.

Should I prepare a song of joy for myself?

"Or is it a poem of mourning?"

Miss Surtr arrived at the area indicated by Persephone. Far from Chernobog, and far from Rhodes Island heading in this direction—the long-distance communication from PRTS quickly became unclear. For the Originium Cataclysm was already brewing and gathering above her.

The purpose of the experiment was to see if it was possible to enter a dream state by a single person without being able to sense any aura.

To this end, Persephone calculated a region of Catastrophe that, while not large in scale, would still be deadly to mortals. Within the vortex woven by this Originium Storm, Miss Surtr would be able to enter her dreams without external interference.

Dreams, a journey through the dream world.

There is still a considerable gap before the Originium Storm erupts.

This is a normal error and there is no need to worry about it.

On the eve of the storm's formation, a scene of ruins scattered across the wasteland caught the eye of the Flame-Haired Sarkaz.

It wasn't an ancient city, just an ordinary observation post that had been abandoned for decades. Such measures were very common across Terra, and they were often abandoned after a Catastrophe.

Fortifications fixed to the ground cannot withstand the erosion of the Originium Crystallization. Throughout history, the only means available to the inhabitants of Terra when faced with Catastrophe disasters has always been migration.

So she flew over there, above the ruins, and landed. The decaying metal door shattered silently before her, and she immediately saw the damaged space inside the observation post.