The Cornwall Coast is a nice place, Canberra was certain.
The water temperature was suitable, and there were many types of fish for her to feast on.
She had been nestled in the deep sea several kilometers from the shore for a whole day and had already completely fallen in love with the place.
The only downside was the sheer number of humans here; many tourists were playing on the coast a few kilometers away.
Normally, many humans would also drive their boats around above her, fishing.
But at least it was quieter than those researchers.
Canberra idly wiggled her tentacles, burying herself further into a large hole at the bottom of the sea.
Except for when she was in Antarctica, the first thing she did every time she arrived somewhere was to dig a large hole to accommodate herself and then move in.
As a mollusk, having a large hole to nest in was very comfortable and also helped her defend herself.
Hundreds of thick tentacles, half beneath her and half spread out on the seabed, she thought of the laughter she had heard from the coast.
Canberra couldn’t help but slowly extend her tentacles out of curiosity, cautiously approaching the shore.
She extended her tentacles little by little, trying not to cause any surge in the seawater.
She hadn’t forgotten how fragile humans were to her; if she extended her tentacles just a little too fast, those humans might be violently slammed onto the beach by the surging seawater.
“Why does the sea feel even wavier today than yesterday?” The lifeguard stood on the shore, looking at the distant sea through binoculars, and couldn’t help but frown.
“And I haven’t heard anything about unusual tides or tsunamis.” “Excuse me, sir.” Mr.
Granger, who was passing by with his wife and daughter, quickly patted his shoulder after hearing his words.
“Hmm?” The lifeguard turned his head, realized it was a tourist, and immediately smiled amiably.
“Can I help you?” “Oh, I just wanted to ask, I just heard you say the waves are stronger today?
Can my daughter still go into the sea?” Mr.
Granger glanced down at Hermione as he spoke.
Hermione was wearing a swimsuit, standing on the sand, her eyes looking at the sea with anticipation, then she turned back to soberly ask the lifeguard.
“Lifeguard uncle, can I go play in the sea?” The lifeguard looked at Hermione and smiled kindly.
He crouched down to be at eye level with Hermione.
“Of course, you can, but you need to wear a swimming ring and stay close to your parents, okay?” After speaking, he stood up and nodded solemnly to Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger.
“It’s fine for the child to play in the sea.
The waves aren’t too bad right now, nothing will happen.” “But please, never let the child out of your sight, and don’t let her go too far from the shore.” “Okay, okay, thank you.” Mrs.
Granger smiled and nodded her thanks.
The lifeguard waved his hand, indicating they shouldn’t worry.
“I’ll keep an eye on them; don’t worry, I hope you all have a good time.” After getting the answer that she could go play in the sea, Hermione cheered softly, put on her swimming ring, and trotted into the water.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger smiled and shook their heads, accompanying her on her left and right.
Soaking in the water and enjoying the coolness of the sea on a hot summer day made Hermione squint her eyes in comfort.
Wearing a swimming ring, she stayed in the area closest to the shore.
Hermione’s little feet occasionally stepped into the sand and bounced.
She was still just a little girl, and no matter how mature and steady she usually was, facing the vast sea for the first time, she was having an absolute blast.
The sand beneath her feet was extremely soft.
When she stepped on it gently, the sand would emerge from between her toes—a sensation Hermione found very enjoyable.
Anyway, these tourist beaches were all professionally cleaned, and there were also barrier nets on the periphery, so there was no need to worry about stepping on anything she shouldn’t.
Just as Hermione thought this, she felt her right foot step on something soft and slippery.
The feeling underfoot was excellent, but this sudden change still made Hermione quickly retract her foot.
At the same time, Canberra, feeling something touch her tentacles, quickly buried her tentacles further under the sand.
She knew without thinking that what had touched her tentacles was most likely one of the humans she had heard “laughing and cheering” on the Cornwall Coast.
Speaking of which, Canberra herself wasn’t entirely sure…
how could her tentacles, which had no eyes, want to extend out of curiosity?
She couldn’t see anything anyway.
Her massive head rippled like a wave.
Canberra felt that she might have had a brain cramp earlier.
Hermione, with her head submerged, looked left and right but couldn’t find what she had stepped on earlier.
Reluctantly, she kept staring at the seabed beneath her feet until she ran out of breath and resurfaced.
“Hermione, what were you looking for just now?” Only when she looked up did Hermione realize her mother had walked to within half a meter of her, and was extending her hand, clearly ready to pull her out immediately if anything seemed wrong.
“I think I just stepped on something slippery and soft…” Hermione pursed her lips in thought, “But when I went to look for it, it was gone.” “Oh wow, how magical.” Mr.
Granger also swam over from the side.
He didn’t say anything that would spoil the child’s interest, like it might have been her imagination, but rather winked at Hermione quite humorously.
“Maybe it was something like an elf from a fairy tale, you know, it disappears when you try to find it.” “Daddy…” Hermione drew out her voice, “You know, I’m grown up now; I don’t believe in those fairy tales anymore.” “Always keep a childlike heart, you know.” Mr.
Granger shrugged.
Hermione lowered her gaze slightly, carefully recalling the sensation from under her foot.
That soft and slippery feeling… it was somewhat like the tentacles of an octopus or squid her mother had bought before.
But how could there be an octopus or squid here?
Moreover, not to mention the presence of the barrier net, if she could fully step on it with one foot, how big would that octopus or squid have to be?
A giant squid?
A deep-sea octopus?
Hermione idly thought of deep-sea creatures that could have such a size; undoubtedly, none of them could possibly appear in such shallow waters.
So what exactly was it?
Very large…
suddenly disappeared, very mysterious.
A thought, which even she herself found impossible, suddenly popped into Hermione’s head.
Could it be a new Kaiju?
As soon as this thought emerged, Hermione was amused by herself.
She giggled and shook her head.
How could it be?
Given the size and power of a Kaiju, if they were to come here, the entire Cornwall Coast would probably already be experiencing a tsunami.
Putting her “wild ideas” aside, Hermione began to happily play in the water.
What a wonderful thing it was to frolic in the sea in midsummer, especially since the seawater here was so clean.
Canberra’s tentacles remained steadily hidden in the sand until nightfall, when she sensed through her tentacles that no one was left in the sea.
And hearing the sounds from the coast diminish significantly, she slowly retracted her tentacles.
Hundreds of tentacles exerted force simultaneously, and with an underwater tremor, Canberra swam out of the large hole she had created.
It was dark now, and the humans should have left the beach.
After all, for them, the night sea should still be quite dangerous.
Since that was the case, she didn’t have to worry about scaring anyone and could go take a good look at the coast.
She wanted to go see what was so fun on the coast that made those humans so happy.
To avoid bringing a catastrophic tsunami to the Cornwall Coast, Canberra somewhat clumsily activated the energy within her body that she had only used once before.
Just a little bit more… a little bit!
Canberra exerted herself to control the energy, her tentacle tips curling up as a result.
Finally, the moment she fully perceived that energy and clarified her intention, she once again transformed into the image of a noble young lady in a white dress.
The tentacles extending from behind her skirt swayed slightly, and Canberra instantly swam out, rushing towards the Cornwall Coast at lightning speed.
A distance of several kilometers was only a few seconds for Canberra.
Upon reaching the shore, what greeted her eyes was an empty beach.
It was dinner time, and there was no one on the beach.
Walking on the sand in a pair of sandals, the sand slowly covered Canberra’s white socks.
The tentacles behind her also lightly swept across the sand, leaving trails of water.
Walking over to a beach buggy, Canberra curiously reached out and poked its handlebars.
Her understanding of humans had always been only the most basic; she didn’t fully comprehend many specific things.
Especially since she hadn’t seen humans since the Middle Ages, she didn’t know much about this object in front of her.
But… this thing that looked like a cushion, it must be for sitting, right?
Canberra straddled it, placing her feet on the pedals, and gently pressed them.
Who knew that as soon as she moved, the beach buggy immediately let out a metallic groan of distress, unable to bear the weight.
Canberra’s brow twitched violently, and she quickly lifted her feet.
“Is it that fragile?
It looks quite sturdy.” She raised a hand to scratch her head.
Canberra reluctantly got off the beach buggy.
She poked it with her hand, “And why isn’t it moving?” Canberra mumbled in distress, completely unaware that the beach buggy’s shell had developed a small hole just from her poke.
“Uh… I think it might be because to play on a beach buggy, you need to pay and ask a staff member for the key to start it.” “And you haven’t paid, so you can’t start it.” A voice filled with laughter rang out.
Canberra immediately turned her head to look, her green eyes sparkling in the darkness.
She clearly saw the human who had just spoken in the night.
She looked like a human female cub.
Canberra sized Hermione up and down.
Clean-skinned, with a fluffy brown hair and delicate features, hmm… very pretty.
Canberra nodded to herself; at least this little girl looked good to her.
“Did you also come out for a walk after dinner?” Hermione took two steps forward, wanting to clearly see Canberra’s appearance in the darkness.
She had finished dinner early, so after getting permission from her parents, she came out for a walk by herself.
When she reached the beach, she happened to hear Canberra muttering to the beach buggy.
Hermione immediately found the girl opposite, whose appearance she couldn’t quite make out, rather cute—well, adorably silly—so she spoke up to remind her.
However, as Hermione approached, Canberra also took two steps back.
“I think it’s better if you stay where you are.” “Why?” Hermione froze for a moment, looking at the blurry shadow opposite her as she asked.
“I can’t even see what you look like from here.” “Perhaps it’s better not to see.” Canberra raised a hand to scratch her cheek.
She hadn’t forgotten how terrified people were when they saw her in the Middle Ages.
Those were adult humans; this one in front of her was just a human cub.
If she really saw her, she might be scared to death, right?
“Why do you say that?” Although Hermione was puzzled, she still respected Canberra’s choice and stopped in her tracks.
“Because I’m quite scary.
I’m afraid I’ll frighten you.” Canberra spread her hands, stating the blunt truth.
“How could that be,” Hermione frowned, “Don’t say that about yourself.
A person’s appearance isn’t that important.
Everyone has their own different beauty.” “If someone says you’re scary, it means they are narrow-minded.” Canberra awkwardly touched her nose.
The problem was… she wasn’t human.
“Well, let’s just chat like this.
After all, you’re not sure if I’m a good person, so keeping a certain distance is safer, isn’t it?” Hermione thought for a moment, then nodded, “That makes sense.
You can’t be sure if I’m a good person either.” After saying that, Hermione sat directly on the sand, facing the sea.
“Then let’s sit and chat, how about it?” “Okay.” Canberra also turned around to face the sea, plopping down onto the sand.
“Are you also here on vacation?” Hermione asked first.
“Sort of.” Canberra hesitated, then nodded.
Curious about what humans here were doing, so she came to observe humans… that counts as tourism, right?
“Hmm…” Hermione tilted her head, looking at Canberra’s blurry silhouette as she sat on the sand.
“Judging by your voice and your physique, did you just graduate from elementary school too?” Canberra paused, then truthfully said, “I didn’t go to school.” “Ah?
Why?” Hermione blurted it out instinctively, but in an instant, she remembered what the girl opposite had said about being scary.
Had she experienced something bad at school, which was why she hadn’t continued her education?
Thinking of this, Hermione quickly apologized before Canberra could answer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.
You don’t have to answer.” “Ah?
Oh, okay.” Canberra, who was originally thinking about how to answer, immediately gave up thinking upon hearing this.
If she were to directly say she was a Kaiju and therefore didn’t need to go to school, that would absolutely scare the girl opposite her to death.
That’s why she was trying to find an excuse, but now that the girl opposite said she didn’t have to answer, it saved her the trouble of thinking.
Thinking was tiring… Canberra didn’t want to think.
“Hermione…” A distant call came, and Hermione immediately stood up.
It was her mother calling her.
“Mom, I’ll be right there.” Hermione responded loudly, and at the same time, didn’t forget to turn back and say to where Canberra was.
“It was nice chatting with you.
See you next time.” “See you next time.” Canberra stood up and also turned to face Hermione’s direction, responding.
After Hermione smiled sweetly, she turned and ran towards her parents.
Canberra watched her cheerful retreating figure, her tentacles behind her idly wiggling.
“What an energetic human cub…”