Transmigrated to the Interstellar Era to Raise Mermaids GL - Chapter 12
Another two weeks had passed in a flash.
Since entertaining the thought of adopting Orsa, although she hadn’t brought it up yet, Hejia already regarded her as her own. Taking care of the mermaid she “kept” for meals and telling stories to entertain her—these were all the duties a “master” should fulfill!
Moreover, whose pet could be as beautiful, noble, gentle, and reserved as a mermaid, with a perfect score in intelligence and physique, and patiently listen to her vent her need for expression? She was simply full of merits from head to toe, with no imperfection!
The only imperfection was that she, the master, was so poor that she didn’t even have money to buy Orsa a beautiful fairy dress to match that lovely, flowing golden hair, like that of a Barbie doll.
Orsa was also very satisfied with Hejia.
Whose maid was so skillful, not only having perfect cooking skills but also being able to promptly discern her thoughts, and whose mind contained an endless supply of wonderful stories? She was somewhat overqualified just to be a maid…
However, being her royal highness’s personal maid would, of course, be more relaxed, pleasant, and highly paid than other jobs.
As dusk descended that day, Hejia also finished the last story: “…The King was waiting for the minister to leave, but the minister deliberately spoke for a very, very long time. By the time the minister left, the King discovered that the little bird he had hidden in his sleeve had been suffocated.”
“And then?” Orsa hadn’t waited for the rest of the story and pressed, “What punishment did the minister receive?”
“The story is over!” Hejia smiled and spread her hands. “This King knew that the minister was actually thinking for the good of the country. Since the minister did nothing wrong, why would he punish him? Because this King was broad-minded and highly valued these upright and loyal ministers, he established a very powerful country.”
Orsa fell silent.
The Kings in the stories acted completely differently from what she had been taught, but she greatly admired these wise actions, and even had a subtle longing for that planet full of stories.
Hejia’s smiling, crescent-shaped eyes came into view, pulling her thoughts back to reality. The two said simultaneously, “By the way, I have something to tell you.”
Orsa gestured for Hejia to go first.
“Well… tomorrow is the day for the month-end sea patrol inspection. I have to go out to sea early in the morning and work all day, so I can’t cook for you here.” Hejia looked apologetic, sneaking glances at Orsa’s reaction as she spoke.
Orsa secretly thought, What a coincidence. Counting the dates, she had stored up half a month’s energy again and planned to enter meditation tonight. She was just about to tell Hejia that she wouldn’t come ashore tomorrow.
But Hejia was going out to sea for work. What if she fell into the water again, and she wasn’t there…
Orsa said, “I’ll give you back the clothes.”
“Ah… no, no need! That’s not what I meant…”
Hejia quickly grabbed Orsa’s hand, which was preparing to take off the clothes.
Just thinking about the scene of Orsa undressing in front of her was a little too stimulating, and these clothes had been worn next to Orsa’s skin. How could she wear them back!
She said, “It’s fine. I’ll drive the boat very slowly, and Shelly will be there to protect me. You still need this shirt more…”
Orsa stopped her action, thinking of the terrifying scene where Shelly flung them onto the boat with a swing of its arm. The idea of letting Sam secretly follow the boat was immediately dismissed.
She nodded at Hejia, turned, and swam into the ocean, instantly disappearing like a silver-white flash in the afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon.
“Hey! Why did she just leave?” Hejia looked at the sea with a frustrated expression, muttering, “Actually, I meant that she could come find me on the boat…”
Seeing her wishful thinking fall flat, she resignedly went to the warehouse to find a lifebuoy. After much picking and choosing, she rolled one as large as a tire onto the beach and laboriously hauled it onto the patrol boat.
By the time Hejia walked back from the boat to the beach, the sky had completely darkened. The bright moonlight reflected on the deep, dark sea, looking like many glowing glass lanterns gently drifting with the waves.
Sweat-soaked and exhausted, Hejia indulged in the fresh, cool night breeze, stopping on the beach to admire the peaceful and distant moonlight.
She let her thoughts wander, fantasizing about Orsa emerging from the sea at night.
Her golden hair appeared exceptionally bright in the dim night. Her silver-white fish tail stirred the moonlight on the sea surface, and she swam gracefully onto the beach as if draped in a long, shimmering gown, attracting Hejia to walk toward her as well…
It wasn’t until her eyes met those brilliant, blue gemstone-like eyes that Hejia suddenly realized Orsa was actually standing right in front of her. She took a few steps back in surprise: “Y-y-you… came back again?!”
Orsa swiftly embraced Hejia’s falling body. Seeing her originally fair face stained with streaks of gray and yellow like a calico cat, she frowned and asked, “How did you get so dirty?”
The warm touch at her waist shot up like an electric current. Seeing Orsa’s face getting closer and closer, Hejia quickly slipped out of her slender arms, squatted down, cupped the seawater, and quickly washed her face a few times.
The icy seawater carried a biting chill, which was exactly what she needed to quickly cool down.
Hejia washed away the dirt on her face and tried to open her wet eyes. Water droplets stuck to her eyelashes rolled down again. She quickly tried to wipe them with the back of her hand, only to suddenly feel an extremely smooth and dry object touch her face.
Hejia used this fabric, which felt thinner and more delicate than silk, to wipe her face clean. Opening her eyes and looking up, she saw Orsa standing in front of her with a rectangular piece of white cloth. She was clutching the hem of this white cloth in her hand.
The pure white, soft fabric cascaded down from her hands into the sea like a flowing waterfall, glittering like a brilliant galaxy in the night sky.
Hejia took the white cloth Orsa tossed into her arms and examined it repeatedly. No matter what wrinkles were made, they quickly and seamlessly vanished. No matter how much it was soaked in water, it remained as dry as new. After repeated touching, it became even warmer and smoother.
“What kind of fabric is this?” Hejia couldn’t suppress her curiosity and asked with wide eyes, “Where did you conjure up such a magical thing?”
“New type of material I picked up in the sea,” Orsa replied without changing her expression.
A material that obviously costs a fortune was simply thrown into the sea?
Hejia looked up at Orsa in confusion. Her half-dry cheeks and dark pupils looked exceptionally clean and bright under the illumination of the shimmering fabric.
Orsa turned her head, stretched her arm, and said, “Use this fabric to make me a piece of clothing. The one I have now doesn’t fit well.”
Hejia looked at the protective suit she was wearing. Since it was her size, the length of the shirt was a bit short for Orsa, exposing a small patch of smooth, firm skin at her waist, while some empty wrinkles piled up at the chest, which meant…
Orsa reached out and pulled the stunned Hejia up. She turned and gestured towards the brightly lit hotel: “Let’s go, to your room.”
“What?”
Hejia’s mind hadn’t caught up. Her legs, numbed from squatting, stumbled twice, and her voice trembled as she asked, “What are we going to do in my room?!”
“Don’t you have to take measurements before making clothes?” Orsa said matter-of-factly. “Besides, it’s so dark outside, how can you see clearly?”