Transmigrated to the Interstellar Era to Raise Mermaids GL - Chapter 10
Orsa swam back to the deep sea and saw the giant octopus leaning against the large clamshell with a worried face, trying to use brute force to pull out the tips of a few tentacles that had been tangled by Shelly.
“Oh dear, how did this one get wrapped up, and how am I supposed to untangle it!”
The more anxious and flustered the octopus became, the tighter its tentacles wrapped, looking like it was about to tie itself into a dead knot.
Orsa swam to face it, raised her gun, and said, “Stop moving. Raise that knot.”
Seeing Orsa point the dark gun muzzle at itself, the octopus quickly closed its eyes: “Wuwuwu, well, at least tentacles can grow back if they’re shot off… but master, please go easy on me!”
With a crisp “bang,” the waterproof bullet, like a fine needle, precisely pricked open the tightest part of the tentacle knot, then passed through and into the cluster of seaweed behind the octopus.
The octopus was so terrified that its body went completely limp. The few tangled tentacles also naturally loosened and separated. The automatic regeneration capability of fish quickly restored the surface skin that had been scraped by the edge of the bullet on those tentacles, not even a drop of bl00d was shed.
Testing that she still had highly accurate shooting ability, Orsa put away her pistol: “Thank you for your effort, Sam.”
“Master, you remembered my name!”
The octopus, with its tentacles untangled, immediately came back to life, waving excitedly in front of her. “No one has called me that since you left. I almost forgot… Ah, no, no, I will never forget the name my master gave me!”
During this meditation, Orsa recalled that she had lived in this ocean since hatching from a fish egg, and she and this octopus had become acquainted through a confrontation.
At that time, Sam was about the same size as her. After becoming her servant, it followed her around all day, catching fish and shrimp together.
Later, she also discovered that a deaf and mute old man lived on the beach. When she was young, she also liked to find people to play with, but the old man always stayed inside the house and wouldn’t come out. Even when he saw her, he would immediately hide.
And then… Orsa’s memory began to blur again.
It seemed that she had left before and had returned.
Everything in the ocean was the same familiar old way as in her memory. Although Sam had grown much larger, its nature hadn’t changed at all, still as playful and active as when it was little.
The beach, however, had undergone tremendous changes.
The old-style building had disappeared, replaced by a magnificent hotel. The reclusive and gloomy old man was gone, replaced by that young and enthusiastic Earthling.
No wonder she had no impression of Hejia. It seemed that Hejia had taken over the old man’s job, so the administrator’s duties should not include taking care of her…
A trace of a smile flashed in Orsa’s eyes, then immediately turned sharp and keen. She asked Sam, “How long was I gone, and when did I come back?”
Sam was stunned. As an octopus, it had never kept track of any dates. How should it answer that?
It recalled while trying hard to describe: “It was… after you shed your skin that year, a big spaceship came and took you away quickly… Then a lot of people came to the beach and built many, many big houses! And then that big spaceship came back, the people on the spaceship chased everyone off the beach, and put you back into this clamshell.”
Sam recalled the extremely tragic scene at that time, clutching its heart: “Master, you don’t remember, you were so severely injured back then! I saw you from a distance when they brought you in. You were black and red all over, with no good skin anywhere. Your body was probably only half the length it is now. I was scared silly! Thankfully, you quickly grew a new tail, and when the tail sheds again, your memory will surely be completely restored!”
As Sam spoke, it raised two tentacles and pointed at its fingers sadly: “But after you shed your skin, that spaceship will definitely come back and take you away quickly, just like last time…”
The moment Orsa raised her hand to cover Sam’s tentacle to comfort it, she unexpectedly saw the scene of her own departure years ago in Sam’s mind.
At that time, they were playing hide-and-seek in the seaweed cluster next to the large clamshell when a blue spaceship, much larger than the clamshell, suddenly submerged into the deep sea and landed in front of them.
A group of people got off the spaceship, all women dressed in deep blue, uniform military outfits. They surrounded the young Orsa quietly and swiftly, like midnight ghosts.
Seeing Sam menacingly try to rush towards Orsa, two soldiers cooperated seamlessly to spread a fishing net, firmly tying it up.
A general, whose chest was adorned with medals, squatted in front of Orsa. She wrapped Orsa’s slender body in a crimson greatcloak, clenched her right fist, placed it on her heart, and said, “Your Royal Highness, I am Ouda, Captain of the Mûsin Royal Guard. Her Majesty the Empress commanded me to take you home.”
The group moved in perfect unison and bowed down on one knee to her.
“Ho… me?” Little Orsa’s beautiful face showed confusion.
“Yes. Now that your fish tail has fully matured, you can return to Her Majesty the Empress’s side.”
Ouda took her hand, her tone gentle and humble: “The prosperous Mûsin main planet is your home. Don’t you want to see your mother?”
Little Orsa was led a few steps towards the spaceship. She suddenly clutched the greatcloak, looked back at the octopus covered by the fishing net, and said, “Wait a moment! Quickly release Sam! I need to pack some things, and I want to take it with me.”
Ouda’s tone remained gentle: “Your Highness, Her Majesty the Empress’s command is to bring only you home immediately.”
She didn’t slow her pace at all. After struggling fiercely for a moment, Little Orsa’s eyes became vacant and stiff. She was dragged onto the spaceship by Ouda like a puppet on a string.
By the time Sam broke free from the fishing net and chased after them, the spaceship had already flown high out of the sea surface, disappearing into the sky like a blue star.
So, that’s how she left back then…
Orsa lowered her arm and said, “This time, I will take you with me.”
“Really? That’s wonderful! This way I can always stay by Master’s side!”
Sam danced and swam away in excitement.
Orsa swam back into the clamshell and lay down, casually playing with the pistol while organizing her thoughts.
Although no scars were visible on the outside, her consciousness and abilities were still slowly awakening. She would only be considered completely recovered after her fish tail shed its skin.
Orsa lifted her tail, recalling what her tail looked like after its transformation. She didn’t like the current silver-white color at all; this color of tail seemed to represent weakness.
Hejia, however, was very fond of this tail fin. She would touch it whenever she had a chance. Was the texture really that good?
Orsa reached out and stroked her own fish tail, imagining Hejia’s reaction when she saw her fish tail change color. Her heart softened, as if it had been brushed by a feather.
Just now, she had read Sam’s consciousness and completely recovered the memories of her life on the Cêzar Planet.
Compared to before, her quality of life after this awakening was much higher than when she was little.
Although Hejia’s strength was not as great as Sam’s, she was skillful and meticulous. She would clean her tail, give her toys she liked, and cook delicious meals.
Hejia had mentioned that she came here to work as an administrator to earn money. Since all Earthlings wanted to immigrate to the Mûsin Planet, she could consider taking Hejia as a maid when she left…
At this thought, Orsa’s expression turned sharp.
After she found the old man avoiding her, she never went to the beach again. How did the people on the spaceship know she had shed her skin, and how did they arrive so quickly?
It was precisely because she was unguarded that Ouda was able to control her consciousness and forcibly take her onto the spaceship.
Thinking of that humiliating scene, anger flared in Orsa’s heart.
She tightened her grip on the gun. Her intuition told her: someone could monitor her movements.
The probability of a monitor being installed in the sea without her discovering it was too low. The greatest possibility was monitoring via satellite from the sky.
She had promised Sam that she would not abandon her loyal servant again. Before she was sure she could achieve this, she absolutely could not let the monitor know the true condition of her body’s recovery.