Kal’tsit pulled a box out of her pocket and handed it over: “Hold this.”
“Thank you, Kal’tsit, I know~” Mon3tr took it happily, eagerly unwrapping the package.
As if suddenly thinking of something, she handed the first one to Kal’tsit: “Kal’tsit, you eat first!”
Kal’tsit was stunned for a moment, then turned her face away: “…Alright, let’s go.”
Mon3tr grinned and shoved the Pocky into her mouth, saying vaguely: “My good Kal’tsit, can you let me give you a hug?”
“Say one more word and I’ll pull you back into the Memory Spirit Space.”
“I was wrong, I was wrong!” Mon3tr immediately backed down, but the amusement in her eyes couldn’t be hidden no matter what.
She skipped forward to check on the other unconscious soldiers, humming a tune out of tune.
Kal’tsit watched her back, shook her head gently, and yet the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into an arc.
She lowered her head to glance at the remaining half of the Pocky in her hand, whispering: “…When did she become so lively?”
With the help of Kal’tsit, Himeko, and Mon3tr, the health condition of the town residents gradually improved.
However, trouble followed right after.
“I am Snarberg, a P41-level employee of the Trailblaze Department.” A man in a crisp suit walked over with a team of armed personnel.
“This young lady made our company’s employees look like this; shouldn’t you give an explanation?”
From beginning to end, Kal’tsit didn’t even spare Snarberg a direct glance.
Snarberg, already overwhelmed because problems had arisen on the planet he was in charge of, felt his anger instantly flare up seeing the culprit ignore him like this.
“Young lady, since you don’t want to communicate, we will choose armed suppression. I advise you—” Before Snarberg could finish his sentence, Mon3tr’s sharp claws were already pressed against his neck.
“You are… threatening Kal’tsit.” Mon3tr’s gaze was like looking at a dead person.
“You people!” Snarberg was interrupted once again.
Kal’tsit finally spoke: “Mr. Snarberg, your company’s actions make me very uncomfortable.” Her voice was icy cold.
“But I know that I alone cannot change all the planets being exploited by the company. Since I know, I will use my power to change everything that can be changed.”
Snarberg sneered contemptuously: “Just you? At best you’re a Pathstrider, and you still want to change what? Do you deserve it, trash?”
Mon3tr’s sharp claws could no longer restrain themselves: “How dare you curse Kal’tsit like that, you’re asking to die!”
Kal’tsit looked up toward the company warships in space and suddenly reached out, grabbing into empty air.
A giant hand made of crystal appeared out of thin air, instantly smashing the five warships into scrap metal.
Snarberg’s smug expression instantly froze: “You! You! You are an Emanator of Remembrance!”
Kal’tsit gazed at him coldly: “The company has no need to antagonize an Emanator of Remembrance over a level 41 employee.”
Snarberg trembled as he dialed the communicator: “Supervisor, I’m Snarberg. On the planet I manage, employees attacked an Emanator of Remembrance. I…” Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
The other end of the communicator directly interrupted: “I have no need to antagonize an Emanator for your sake.” It then hung up.
Snarberg’s face was ashen, and the light in his eyes vanished.
“Help the planet develop and conduct normal trade; let this matter end here.” Kal’tsit said indifferently.
This sentence reignited hope in Snarberg’s eyes: “Alright, alright! Ms. Kaltsit, I’ll go do it right away!” He scrambled away with his subordinates.
Mon3tr turned back into human form and pouted with dissatisfaction: “Are we just going to let them off like that?”
Kal’tsit looked toward the town that was gradually regaining vitality: “Enough is enough.
Our goal has been achieved.” She turned and walked toward the Astral Express: “Prepare to set sail; there are more planets that need help.”
Himeko smiled and followed closely: “It seems our Trailblaze journey is more meaningful than we imagined.”
Pom-Pom jumped and waved on the Astral Express: “Welcome back, pa! Where are we going for the next stop, pa?”
Mon3tr floated cheerfully ahead: “No matter where we go, as long as it’s with Kal’tsit, it’s good~”
The corners of Kal’tsit’s mouth curved up slightly, her silver-white hair shining under the starlight.
The engines of the Astral Express slowly started, and a new journey was about to begin…
The Astral Express sailed steadily on the interstellar orbit, and the Observation Car was completely quiet.
Kal’tsit sat upright at the office desk, her short silver-white hair neatly combed behind her ears, her light green eyes browsing medical reports with intense focus.
Her slender fingers slid quickly across the data pad with precise and efficient movements.
“Dr. Kal’tsit, here is today’s physical examination report.” Mon3tr gently placed a stack of documents on the desk, her black hair neatly tied behind her head, her emerald eyes revealing professional seriousness.
“Place it right here. Also, has the disinfection work for Carriage 3 been completed?”
“It has been completed according to standard procedures.” Mon3tr stood straight.
“All medical equipment has also been inspected.”
Himeko walked in holding a cup of coffee, unable to help raising an eyebrow when she saw this scene: “Whoa, you guys are… switching back to work mode?”
Only then did Kal’tsit raise her head and push up her glasses: “Ms.
Himeko, if you have free time, please check this medicine list.” She handed over a data pad: “Classify them according to Rhodes Island standards.”
Mon3tr added quietly: “The doctor stayed up late last night to re-formulate the Astral Express’s medical regulations…”
Himeko took the data pad and looked at the densely packed entries on it in surprise: “This… isn’t this a bit too detailed? Even the ratio of disinfectant is precise down to the milliliter?”
“There are no trivial matters in medical care.” Kal’tsit’s voice regained its past calm and self-control. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“Especially in this enclosed space environment, prevention is more important than treatment.”
Mon3tr nodded in agreement from the side: “Kal’tsit is right! I’ve already printed out the precautions and pasted them in every carriage.”
Pom-Pom bounced in: “Passengers! We are about to reach the supply station, pa!” It looked curiously at the suddenly serious trio.
“Why are you all suddenly so serious, pa?”
Kal’tsit closed the file: “Professional habit. Mon3tr, get ready to disembark and purchase medical supplies.”
“Yes!” Mon3tr immediately entered work mode: “I’ve already made a procurement list, including antibiotics, analgesics, and…”
Himeko couldn’t help but interrupt: “Wait, did you guys really completely change back to that ‘Rhodes Island mode’?”
Kal’tsit stood up, the hem of her white coat cutting a sharp line: “Just doing what should be done.” She looked at Mon3tr: “Remember to check the medicine expiration dates.”
“Understood!” Mon3tr recorded it seriously in the memo: “Are you coming along, Dr. Kal’tsit?”
Kal’tsit adjusted her cuffs: “Of course. The procurement of medical supplies must be personally overseen.”
Watching the two figures walking one after the other toward the cabin door, Himeko and Pom-Pom looked at each other in dismay.
“This Conductor still prefers a livelier Mon3tr, pa…” Pom-Pom muttered quietly.
Himeko smiled with pressed lips: “Don’t worry, I bet this state won’t last long.
After all…” She looked toward the dazzling galaxy outside the porthole, “This is a Trailblaze journey, not a medical meeting.”
Sure enough, when Kal’tsit saw a group of injured homeless children at the supply station, cracks immediately appeared on her calm mask.
Mon3tr acutely noticed the doctor’s fingers trembling slightly, which was her habitual action when suppressing her emotions.
“Dr. Kal’tsit…?”
Kal’tsit had already squatted down, gently examining the wound on a child’s leg: “Go get the first aid kit. Also, contact the Conductor to prepare to receive the wounded.”
Mon3tr looked at the familiar tenderness in Kal’tsit’s eyes and her mouth curved up involuntarily: “Yes! Right away!”
When Kal’tsit picked up the crying child, she seemed to turn back into the Kal’tsit who was gradually learning to relax on the Astral Express.
Perhaps the real her never needed to choose—she was both the rigorous head of medical department of Rhodes Island and the Kal’tsit on the Astral Express who would worry about her companions.
Night fell, and after handling all the wounded, Mon3tr brought over a cup of hot tea: “Dr. Kal’tsit, take a rest.”
Kal’tsit took the teacup and gave a rare expression of thanks: “…Thank you for your hard work.”
Mon3tr shook her head with a smile: “It’s not hard work. Because Dr. Kal’tsit like this is your truest self.”
“We cannot become the Deliverer of others, but as a doctor… I cannot bear to see others sick or injured. (Except for Priestess)”
Kal’tsit did not answer, but under the moonlight, the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.
The engines of the Astral Express hummed softly, continuing to drive deep into the vast sea of stars.