Chapter 207 Chapter 207: If They Like Courting Death, You Can't Stop Them
Chapter 207: If They Like Courting Death, You Can't Stop Them
"Skadi stays. Everyone else, clear the space. A confined atmosphere isn't suitable for a patient's recovery."
Kal'tsit took a deep breath and spoke.
Medical orders are paramount, so of course no one objected. They each exited the examination room.
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"Sit."
A man and a woman sat facing each other. Kal'tsit pushed over a cup of brewed coffee.
"Rhodes Island instant coffee."
She had brought it in her pocket, but the situation hadn't developed as anticipated, requiring her to rely on medication and coffee to maintain the stamina for prolonged handling.
Fortunately, Iberia truly lacked entertainment products, and today it finally came in handy.
"The Doctor has already told me your purpose for coming here. What are your thoughts on the Seaborn?"
The bitterness of the coffee swirled in her mouth; she didn't really like this kind of beverage.
"A race with great potential, but lacking an activation factor. Still in its weak childhood."
"Great potential." In Kal'tsit's view, the "Tide" that could submerge the entire land with the slightest misstep was, in Kevin's words, reduced to just this one assessment.
The "weak childhood" Seaborn had already pushed Aegir—a nation far surpassing surface dwellers—to the brink of destruction.
Such an objective yet subjective statement. Kal'tsit sighed deeply.
If she didn't possess slightly more information than the average person, she probably wouldn't be able to understand it either.
She often called herself cryptic, but clearly, this person before her was no less adept when he got going.
"You lack a method to resolve it."
Kevin took a small sip of the bitter coffee.
"But as I said, there's no need for excessive worry. They lack an activation factor..."
As long as no one deliberately guides them or courts death, given the inherent nature of the Seaborn's existence, they wouldn't pose an existential threat to humanity... Wait?
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and looked up.
If that were all, Kal'tsit wouldn't be wearing this expression.
"...It already exists, doesn't it?"
Given the scale of the Deep Sea Cult, they are fundamentally insufficient to serve as an "activation factor," unless—
"A nation. A nation whose technology far surpasses that of all surface countries. You, who have been mistaken about your race many times, should be quite familiar with its name."
She looked up, revealing her pair of calm, jade-green eyes.
"Aegir." ×2
Both uttered the name simultaneously.
"An entire nation as an 'activation factor' is indeed sufficient."
Based on his longest stay in Yan, a nation with technology far surpassing it is fully qualified to be an activation factor.
"It's even more serious than that. Many problems have also arisen within their own ranks."
Kal'tsit shook her head. The Deep Sea Cult, an organization driven to flee helter-skelter by Inquisitors within Iberia.
In the more advanced Aegir, however, it has almost completely corrupted the highest echelons of power.
And the people of Aegir remain swaddled in malice-woven ignorance, immersed in dreams of superiority and arrogance.
"They are almost pushed to a dead end. The power unleashed by a nation in its death throes will completely awaken the aspect of the Seaborn named 'Struggle.' This timeframe will not exceed two years."
The Seaborn have besieged Aegir, and Kal'tsit has also lost access to intelligence from within Aegir.
She has even prepared herself to hear a full-frequency broadcast from the Aegir continent in the not-too-distant future.
"I see. You want me to nip them in the bud? For example, vaporize the ocean?"
A firearm colored in black, white, and red was placed on the table.
It made Kal'tsit's eyebrow twitch. She desperately hoped to find even a hint of guilt on Kevin's face, but she was disappointed. The man's gaze remained indifferent, his serious expression as if he was genuinely considering the feasibility of this plan.
Based on her long observation of Kevin, this man... he might actually be able to do it.
"No, there's no need to go that far."
Startled by her own thoughts, Kal'tsit took a deep breath, trying her best not to let excessive emotional fluctuations affect the conversation.
"Why would you think I'd go that far?"
Fell for it!
The moment she heard Kevin's counter-question, she realized with a jolt.
"You didn't lie. But Kal'tsit, you are engaging in a pointless concealment."
Kevin was gradually losing interest in the discussion. The Judgement of Shamash on the table slowly dissipated.
He stood up and walked towards the door.
Just before he touched the handle, a voice came out.
"The consciousness of the Seaborn deity is hosted within Operator Skadi. 'It' is the key to triggering the aspect of struggle within the Seaborn bloodline."
Kal'tsit didn't look up, merely speaking this statement as quickly as possible.
He nodded without much response and closed the door behind him.
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"Could you please stop pacing?"
Skadi had a headache. Sewing clothes for most of the day had caused her silver-white hair to split at the ends.
Her Second Captain was pacing back and forth in front of her; she was even less quiet than Sharky praying softly nearby.
"Am I disturbing you? My apologies."
Since they were in the room, Gladiia wasn't wearing her hunter's hat, and her coat had been taken off.
But at this moment, this noble and aloof woman clearly couldn't maintain her usual composed demeanor.
"Tell me, which vixen are these clothes for?"
Skadi put down the needle in her hand. The meaning was clear: if you don't tell me, then I won't do it anymore.
She had had enough of being kept in the dark.
"Vixen?"
Although Gladiia had walked on land for some time, her limited exposure clearly wasn't enough for her to understand the meaning of this term.
"Alright... they are for Sir Kevin..."
This was also a last resort. Since even that doctor known as "omniscient," Kal'tsit, said he desired nothing else,
then Gladiia had no choice but to look for loopholes through those close to him.
"He has that kind of preference?"
The little orca showed an interested expression. Was it because of a strong person's eccentricity?
"Let me finish. They are for his lover."
Gladiia stopped Skadi's thoughts from developing in a strange direction.
"Technological Executives all rise through genuine talent and learning, right? Didn't expect this from you, Swordfish."
"If only it were that simple."
Gladiia didn't understand if this action would offend him, but she had no other method.
Even if they found the great ship and returned to Aegir, there would be no way to reverse what had happened to their bodies.
"The clothes... do you need my help? I should... know a little too?"
Ghost Shark, still in her "nun" state, appeared quite gentle, but Skadi still declined her offer.
"No need. If he receives a style fit for a clay figurine, Swordfish's plan would be ruined."
Hearing Skadi's added jab, Sharky sat back down dejectedly.
One day later, faint morning light spilled over the central city walls and onto an ordinary little square.
Kevin held a greatsword in one hand, routinely guiding FrostNova.
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