Night Raid

The well-proportioned man's arms roamed over the graceful woman's body, occasionally fetching water from the folding bathtub to wash her.

Water splashed everywhere, and the curtain, originally intended to block the view, became a screen: illuminated by the campfire, it played out the actions of Oute and Specter like a shadow puppet show.

The two "sisters," dressed only in their underwear, nestled together, gazing at the curtain.

Kal'tsit remained calm and focused, but Amiya seemed somewhat distracted.

"... Amiya, both in the outside world and in reality, Doc Otter almost relentlessly fills her life with work."

This is quite different from Kal'tsit's original viewpoint.

"The Oute I know is a control freak. Constantly testing and maneuvering to expand the boundaries of his power is a 'game' he never tires of."

Kal'tsit's calm, unwavering eyes reflected the latest developments in the shadow puppetry.

The pair of melons drew the silhouette of the woman close to the silhouette of the man.

"Doctor... it hurts."

"... Feel sorry."

Kal'tsit, as if nothing had happened, continued, "After losing his memory, it's perfectly normal for this beast of power to display his most instinctive, most undisciplined wild side."

"But who says that being a 'control freak' is necessarily his nature?"

In this the Interstice, after Kal'tsit used Amiya's power to penetrate Oute's heart, she suddenly realized that her most direct understanding of the scholars, led by Oute, was all based on their most insane days.

--Even Doc Otter himself wasn't as strong as I had imagined.

"Couldn't it be a tool for a scholar to save himself when facing the most extreme predicament?"

She asked herself and answered, "My understanding of the 'past' has limited my ability to understand and empathize with the 'present'."

"For Doc Otter now, he's like a drifting duckweed."

"What I saw was a completely unfamiliar world, unfamiliar... life."

"It might be laughable to compare this predicament to the apocalyptic scenarios of the past—but for Doc Otter now, the two are almost of equal weight."

"Being a control freak isn't his entire nature—it's his first reaction when faced with extreme difficulties."

Kal'tsit, having reached a dead end, describes Oute's innate temperament as as understandable as psychological trauma.

"Huh?"

Kal'tsit unconsciously placed her slender fingers inside Amiya's ear.

Her jade-like fingers gently rubbed the tuft of downy hair at the edge of the rabbit's ear canal, physically transmitting her inner turmoil into Amiya's brain.

The most direct consequence is not the same confusion, but rather drowsiness.

"Dr. Kal'tsit... but I think... Doc Otter is very happy..."

"Although it's a bit lonely..."

Amiya struggled to stay conscious, but her increasingly hazy mind became aware of something else.

The little rabbit turned its head back and, starting from the pair of melons, followed the silhouette of a woman.

She was now pressed tightly against the male silhouette.

To think he harbored such an evil impulse towards Doc Otter... Unforgivable... Sigh.

Her little head finally tilted to the side.

Kal'tsit talked to herself for a while before realizing that Amiya had fallen asleep.

She got up and rummaged through Oute's bag for a while, and sure enough, she found the pajamas that had been specially reserved for Amiya.

No way! No matter what, Oute would never prepare this!

To Kal'tsit's surprise, she also found the erotic clothing she had prepared for herself Specter.

You filthy bastard!

Like a thief, the cat carefully put away the clothes.

So even Oute wouldn't have considered this! Then again, weren't you the first one to realize the nature of this the Interstice?! Why are you so clueless now?!

On the other side of the curtain.

Trembling.

Sexual arousal caused trembling.

Laurentina's soft hands roamed haphazardly across Oute's body, trembling as she tried to control herself.

"Haa..." A suppressed growl escaped from the shark's beautiful neck.

She was clearly "rubbing his back," but it seemed as if she was trying to meld Oute into her own body. And as Abyssal Hunters, if she relaxed her control, then this wouldn't be a mere "metaphor."

The way she reacted when Oute rubbed her back was completely different from how she reacted when she took the initiative to touch him.

No, it's not quite "completely different".

A burning desire surged through her veins, raising slight goosebumps on Laurentina's delicate, pale skin. Laurentina struggled to control herself, restraining her urge to fully "serve" the "devil" before her.

She is a nun, and she is a nun.

Specter is a shark.

And the nun's long-accumulated, naive impulses naturally all belonged to Laurentina.

To put it bluntly, Laurentina does not dislike nuns.

On the contrary, given her extremely wicked nature in some ways, Laurentina actually quite liked her—to the point of wanting to annoy her.

He liked her so much that he wanted to steal her "godhood".

No, no, no.

In the short few hours she had spent walking in this lucid dream, Laurentina had already found some extremely captivating beauty in the nun's chaotic thoughts.

The land dwellers' fascination with "Seaborn" rippled through the Specter's mental labyrinth, only to be shattered by the bizarre reality. A persistent "impulse" shone brightly from this chaotic mind, steadfastly pointing towards the man before him.

His white hair was exactly like that of Abyssal Hunters.

As the blood of the Seaborn flows through the veins of the Specter, calling upon the Creator...

Who created the Creator?

"It's a little itchy."

The scarlet tongue seized Oute's earlobe and dragged the tempting prey back to its den. The water parted between the two, leaving almost no space for them to hide.

The Abyssal Hunters, his voice damp and muffled, said, "I know you, and you know me... The way people on land get to know each other isn't so confusing..."

So... let's have a chat...

"No."

Oute placed his hand on Laurentina's palm.

Although the water in the bathtub was still scorching hot, and the blood of the Abyssal Hunters was still boiling, her other half of her bloodline compelled her to maintain a "healthy" body temperature.

A "healthy body temperature" that is too low for the seawater to take away.

Oute gave a gentle signal, and Laurentina obediently released her grip.

He turned around, and his still serene face reminded her of the holy icon she had just seen.

"Now is not the time."

Anxiety rose within Laurentina.

"Um..."

But this anxiety, forcibly suppressed by Oute's orders, brought a strange kind of joy.

I must be crazy.

Yes! It's because of the nuns!

She thought to herself.

Chapter 202 Night Raid

Oute sat cross-legged beside the campfire, surrounded by the swirling smoke of incense, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

The skull beside him was increasingly broken, and the candle on it had been replaced. The previous one had dried up again and was stuck to the surface of the skull.

Surprisingly, its dilapidated state actually gave the audience a sense of completeness and harmony.

His long, slender fingers were exposed to the air, with his index finger protruding and pointing slightly downwards.

The campfire crackled and popped, and the flying Mars occasionally illuminated a tentacle that appeared and disappeared. It had no roots, and had meandered from another world, only to touch Oute's index finger, which was pointing downwards.

A sense of dread filled the air, and even Amiya and Specter, who were fast asleep in the tent, unconsciously frowned.

But Kal'tsit seemed to hear Mon3ter's joyful howl.

"Doc Otter, what were you just doing..."

Mysterious Conversation: Consumes 3 points of camping and rest time; prevents night attacks; increases stress for all companions by 7 points.

Dark Power: Consumes 2 points of camping and rest time; increases own stress by 15 points; increases damage of one ally by 20% (lasts for four battles).

In the longer-term dungeons of Darkest Dungeon, players can rest by consuming a total of twelve camping points. What they can do specifically depends on their hero.

Oute just used both of these powers.

"Arrange for a night watch."

The cat was a little confused.

She lifted the tent flap and said to Oute, "Come on."

The tent wasn't very big, and it felt a bit cramped for four people to sleep together. However, this crampedness strangely gave Kal'tsit a sense of security.

Although the cramped space made it difficult to move around, it also meant there weren't too many uncontrollable factors. Not to mention, being in such an environment with loved ones... all of this allowed Kal'tsit to temporarily set aside her "speculations."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue questioning Oute about what he had been staring at. But then Aegir beside her woke up and started getting restless.