Transmigrated to the Interstellar Era to Raise Mermaids GL - Chapter 22
A tremor suddenly ran through both of their hearts.
Hojia subconsciously covered her mouth, instantly sobering up from her excitement, the tears she was about to shed retreating just as abruptly, startled back by her own sudden confession.
At this moment, the translation pen in front of her, which was switching languages, suddenly gave an automatic shutdown prompt again.
“Oh! Why is it broken again!” Hojia quickly lowered her head to look.
Orsha quietly unclenched her fist. After Hojia turned the translation pen back on, she said, “It should be low on battery and needs to be charged immediately.”
“Huh? Then what… what did it translate just now?”
“It was about you saying you would voluntarily dissolve the adoption agreement with me.”
Orsha unnaturally raised a hand to rub her chin, her eyes flickering as she turned her head away, and softly said, “There seemed to be one more sentence that wasn’t translated…”
“Oh… yes, yes, yes! The last sentence was: I hope you can live happily, please think it over carefully before answering me, goodbye!”
Sweat beaded in Hojia’s palms clutching the translation pen, and she let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
“…Goodbye?” Orsha repeated softly.
“Yes! Well… I’m going back to charge the translation pen now!”
Hojia forced a wide smile at her, not daring to look at Orsha’s expression, and nervously turned around and ran towards the hotel.
Watching her fleeing figure, Orsha glided forward a few inches. She then looked at the toy radio in her hand, bit her lower lip fiercely, and quickly turned and swam toward the seabed.
It took Hojia three months to learn for the first time that the translation pen needed charging. She ran back to the control room in one breath, breathlessly rummaging through the storage cabinet for a pile of wires and chargers. After plugging in the translation pen, she continued to diligently sort and coil the remaining wires one by one.
After meticulously tidying up everything in the storage cabinet, Hojia, with nothing left to do, finally couldn’t resist picking up the charging translation pen and opening the recording function.
She checked the paper dictionary, found the part of the conversation just before the automatic shutdown, and checked the meaning word by word.
As expected, the last sentence hadn’t been translated before it automatically shut down…
Hojia put down the dictionary, feeling a mixture of emotions. After a long moment of stunned silence, she let out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle.
Fortunately, Orsha didn’t hear the words that should have remained hidden in her heart, otherwise… she probably wouldn’t have agreed, right?
The thought of Orsha immediately made Hojia anxious again. She couldn’t help but recall the scene on the beach just now, and half-annoyed, half-shyly touched the cheek that seemed to still retain the lingering warmth of her fingers.
She wondered what Orsha was doing now, and if she was also thinking about this matter. What decision would she make?
Deep in the ocean, Orsha leaned against a large seashell, staring blankly at the toy radio in her hand.
Sam swam over to her, curiously asking, “Master, what is that colorful thing in your hand?”
Orsha suddenly snapped back to attention, rubbed her temples vigorously, recalling the set of secret signals she had seen on the spaceship, and began to decode their meaning in her mind.
Although she was back on Cizer Planet, she was no longer the ignorant young girl who had just hatched from an egg years ago.
During her years on Mus Prime Star, disgusted by the powerful, all-controlling family influence, Orsha pretended to be completely uninterested in political affairs and focused on her military career, cultivating a secret force loyal only to her.
She led her subordinates through various training exercises in the army and designed a communication code that only insiders could understand, and of course, she had contingency plans for all kinds of unexpected situations.
It had been three months since she was injured and lost contact. Her subordinates should have already found out her whereabouts.
Even if her subordinates couldn’t personally come to Cizer Planet to see her, they should have found every possible way to send her a message. Otherwise, wouldn’t all those years of training have been for nothing?
Indeed, upon learning that the administrator of Cizer Planet had purchased a radio, her subordinates, with a tacit understanding, left a string of encrypted codes in some graffiti on the regular maintenance ship.
Orsha quickly decoded the message in her mind, picked up the radio in her hand, adjusted the dial a few times, and tuned to that special frequency signal.
The radio only emitted a sharp, constant “zzzzzz…” static, sounding as if the frequency didn’t exist at all.
Orsha then rapidly pressed a series of numerical keys. Accompanied by the radio’s built-in childish jingle, she sent a signal that only her subordinates could understand to this frequency: “Commander-in-Chief Second Air Force Major General orders you, acknowledge receipt immediately.”
The “zzzzzz” static rang for a while before abruptly stopping. A woman’s wary voice came from the radio: “Who… are you?”
A look of relief flashed across Orsha’s face. It was the voice of Gano, one of her closest subordinates.
“Code 00719418, coordinates on Cizer Planet.”
“Heavens! Your Highness, how is this possible? Is it really you?”
The woman’s voice suddenly became excited and high-pitched: “I can’t believe it, have you… recovered your memory already!”
Orsha was also a little surprised.
Gano was the sister of the Royal Guard Captain, Oda. As a family member who had served the Royal Family for generations, she had assisted Orsha in the army for many years. Although young, she was steady and capable, and Orsha had never heard such surprise in her voice before.
But Orsha could only send the encrypted signal using the numeric keypad, so she tried to be as brief and to the point as possible: “Yes, please report all circumstances since my injury in detail.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Gano forcibly suppressed her inner joy and reported: “After the church explosion that day, Oda immediately sealed off all information. Only members of His Majesty’s personal guard knew about your injury. Our people investigated through various channels and finally found out that you were recuperating on Cizer Planet. To get real-time intelligence, I had someone infiltrate the satellite system monitoring you, and secretly set up this frequency at the nearest signal base station to Cizer Planet…”
A sharp glint flashed in Orsha’s eyes. As expected, someone was monitoring the ground via satellite.
“Go and immediately delete the footage of me entering the spaceship and getting the radio today.”
She absolutely could not let her mother’s people discover any clues.
“Don’t worry, Your Highness, you’ve disguised yourself so well! Even we thought your consciousness was still in the completely unawakened period, and that you only snuck onto the spaceship out of curiosity! I only followed your teachings not to give up any opportunity to contact you. In fact, when I received the signal just now, I was utterly shocked! Let alone His Majesty’s side, they would never have thought you had recovered your memory.”
“Disguise…” Orsha’s fingers unconsciously tapped the radio.
It seemed this tactic had successfully fooled everyone.
Gano continued: “Although His Majesty is too strict, the people below are very concerned about you. Oda specifically found someone with a kind face from Earth, which is known for its love of peace, to be the administrator. Seeing her actively caring for you after discovering you, even the people monitoring the satellite felt relieved.”
Recalling the scenes that even the monitors were stunned by, Gano couldn’t help but sigh: “However, precisely because you’ve been well taken care of this time, everyone agrees that your recovery speed will be much slower. If you hadn’t fully recovered your consciousness, how could you have allowed an Earthling to touch your incredibly noble tail, or let her lie on your back to swim together…”
Although she had long suspected surveillance, the thought that all those scenes had fallen into others’ eyes still made Orsha feel deeply uncomfortable.
She quickly entered the signal with her fingers: “I already knew about the surveillance.”
Gano sincerely admired her: “As expected, Your Highness deliberately acted for the Royal Guard! Your acting skills are truly superb. The Royal Guard was so shocked they didn’t know how to report to His Majesty, they could only vaguely report that you would need a long time to recover.”
Orsha didn’t want to hear any more and changed the subject: “How far along is the explosion investigation?”
“Since the explosion, the Saintess of Tarte Star has been under house arrest in the palace. But she insists she had no idea the box contained a bomb, and she hasn’t asked to leave the Mus Star System, applying every day to His Majesty to see you.”
“It’s not Fuli.”
Orsha knew it couldn’t have been Fuli. The Holy Eagle Papacy didn’t have self-healing capabilities. If she hadn’t promptly thrown her out the door, Fuli would have been killed instantly by the blast.
Only those who were inside the church at the time could have swapped the contents of the box in such a short time. Aside from the devout Papacy followers and the few subordinates Fuli brought with her, the most suspicious people were the Mus Star people responsible for the church’s security.
“Oda also believes the Saintess is highly unlikely to be the suspect. She has thoroughly investigated every person who was in the church many times, and recently finally found some leads. The evidence points to Prince Anglu…”
Him?
Hearing this expected answer, no ripple stirred in Orsha’s heart.
Anglu was her cousin, her mother’s elder brother, and the beloved son of Duke Jonathan.
When Duke Jonathan was still a prince, he voluntarily gave up his right to succession because he insisted on marrying a person of low status. Anglu, after growing up, became ambitious and has been networking within the Lasea family for years, hoping to re-enter the line of succession.
“Is his target me?”
“Both, perhaps! It is said that the Saintess came this time to propose a marriage alliance with you. If His Majesty agrees, the Tarte Star System would become your strongest supporter, and it would be impossible for Prince Anglu to ever get the throne.”
“Does Mother know?”
“Oda has reported it to her, but Her Majesty the Empress’s intention is…”
“Speak.”
“Since there were no casualties, the matter will be dealt with leniently. Once the evidence is conclusive, Prince Anglu will be ordered to personally apologize to the Saintess of Tarte Star and will be confined to the ocean.”
What a joke!
Planting a bomb in a crowded church, deliberately endangering the lives of others—in which star system’s law is that not a capital felony?
And yet, they don’t even plan to strip Anglu of his princely title? How could Mother be so protective?
Gano knew that what angered Orsha the most was His Majesty’s unjust handling of matters. She quickly advised, “Please don’t be angry, Your Highness. His Majesty must also be thinking of you! Having this handle over Anglu and his father will make it easier for you to lead the Lasea family in the future.”
How could it be for her!
Orsha curled her lips into a self-mocking smile.
For all these years, her mother had been so indifferent to her, solely intent on cultivating her into a sharp weapon to continue protecting the Lasea influence.
Under her own urging, although the Intelligent Species Protection Act was finally enacted, because Lasea family members privately possessed a large number of refugees, her mother not only deliberately deleted content that genuinely protected the interests of the refugees, but also added clauses that allowed them to continue accumulating wealth, so the situation of the refugees was not thoroughly improved.
Although her mother seemed to have forgotten, Orsha always remembered that before she was a member of the Lasea family, she was the Grand Princess of the entire Mus Star System, and she had to be worthy of the people’s love and respect for her.
She would not only refuse to become the Lasea family’s blade, but would transform into an indestructible spear, piercing all the decadent forces that hindered the greater prosperity of the Mus Star System.
Since her mother refused to punish the culprit, she would have to do it herself.
“Understood. Although I have recovered my memory, I need to molt before I can fully recover my abilities. Send people to monitor Anglu, and also infiltrate the Administration. After I molt, you must secretly bring me back to Mus Prime Star without letting anyone know.”
Gano tacitly understood Orsha’s plan.
“Yes! Please endure a little longer, Your Highness, and pretend to be close to the administrator to lull the satellite surveillance. We will surely live up to your expectations, welcome you back as soon as possible, and capture the culprit!”
“I won’t…”
Orsha subconsciously typed a few keys, then immediately deleted them, and replied: “Keep the signal always answered. I will contact you again.”
She hadn’t typed so many characters all at once for a long time. After turning off the radio and setting it aside, she rubbed her fingers, lost in thought.
“Master, so this thing can make sounds! What was it chattering about?”
Sam quickly swam to her, extending two tentacles to actively massage Orsha’s fingers.
“Sam, it won’t be long before I take you back to Mus Prime Star.”
Orsha felt very comfortable with the massage from its springy tentacles and told it, “My palace has a very large swimming pool. You can live there, and you won’t have to bother catching fish for me anymore. People will feed you whatever you want to eat.”
“Oh yeah, that’s great! Then I’ll have Hojia feed me a pile of delicious snacks every day!”
Sam rejoiced.
Although he was a little jealous that the Master was nicer to this new maid, it didn’t stop him from thinking that Hojia’s food was delicious!
Hojia…
Hearing the name, Orsha’s fingers involuntarily trembled.
Sam sensed that her mood seemed a little low and proactively said, “Master, let’s go ashore to find Hojia. I want to ask her for dried fish snacks.”
Besides, the Master’s mood always got better when she saw Hojia!
“You go!”
Orsha suddenly withdrew her fingers and said, “Eat more. Hojia… won’t be living with us anymore.”
“Ah? Why? Isn’t Master planning to take her with us?”
Orsha sighed silently, closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head.
Sam didn’t know how Hojia had offended the Master, so he decided to plead for the new maid for the sake of his food supply: “But hasn’t Master always liked her very much?”
“Like…”
Orsha’s mind involuntarily conjured the scene on the beach.
Hojia was crying torrentially, her soft little face full of panic, grabbing her arm as if afraid she would disappear, and said to her with a thick nasal voice, “I love you.”
Orsha raised her hand and vigorously rubbed her temple.
Since her return to Mus Prime Star, she had received countless overt and covert confessions in schools, the palace, and the army, but never once had one unsettled her emotions like this, making her feel so flustered.
After all, Hojia was someone she had decided to keep by her side, but knowing that she harbored feelings of love for her, Orsha had no choice but to drop the idea of making her a maid.
But, should she really leave Hojia behind all alone?
If Hojia suddenly discovered that she and Sam were gone, would she once again endlessly call her name in the ocean like last time, until her voice was hoarse?
“Making her a maid would be a waste of her talent…”
Orsha organized her thoughts and calmly analyzed, “Although she’s a bit spacey and impulsive, I appreciate her way of thinking. In her eyes, everyone is equal. Her stories gave me a lot of inspiration. I hope one day she can tell these insightful stories to others on Mus Star.”
Moreover, since she couldn’t make Hojia a maid, she had to somehow repay Hojia for her care and help all these days.
“She mentioned wanting to go back to school to study, so… I’ll arrange for her to attend school on Mus Prime Star!”
“Then does that mean we can still see her after returning to Mus Prime Star?”
Sam immediately cheered up. As long as he could still eat Hojia’s dried fish snacks, it was good.
“Yes.”
Orsha watched Sam happily waving his tentacles, feeling much lighter as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted.
The image of that small, adorable figure appeared in her mind again: “You can still see her.”
Arranging for Hojia to attend the most sought-after, top-tier academy was a better reward than giving her money or status directly. At the same time, it would also satisfy Hojia’s wish that she simply didn’t want to never see her again.
This was the best arrangement.
Orsha picked up the radio again, a faint smile surfacing in her eyes.
She had been offered many gifts, from priceless diamonds to flowers falling from the sky, but she was always too lazy to give them more than a glance.
This was the first time she had received such a crudely made gift.
Yet, this gift happened to be the most useful, allowing her to successfully contact her subordinates and advance the next phase of her plan. She could also listen to the radio when bored, making it an absolute favorite.
What was the person who sent the gift doing now?
Her original intention in buying this radio for her must have been to use it to chat with her…
Orsha turned the dial to the control room’s frequency and randomly pressed a string of numbers.
Hojia was sitting in the control room waiting for the translation pen to charge when she suddenly heard someone sending a signal to the control room and pressed the receiver button.
“1122333444…”
“That’s weird, what does this mean?”
Seeing a string of nonsensical numbers displayed on the receiver, Hojia was immediately confused.
“Hello, hello, this is the Cizer Planet control room. Did you dial the wrong number?”
“122345667…”
“Why is it only sending numbers…”
Hojia was about to hang up the signal when she suddenly realized and grabbed the microphone on the receiver, asking, “Orsha, is that you? If it’s you, press 3 ones.”
“111.”
“Wow, it really is you!”
Hojia was overjoyed: “I can’t believe we can actually communicate using this toy radio. You’re so smart!”
She instantly felt incredibly relieved, not regretting the 199 Interstellar Common Credits she was swindled out of by the shopping hotline at all!
“What are you doing now? Hmm… press 1 if you’re bored, press 2 if you’re going to sleep.”
“333.” Weren’t they talking right now?
“Hahaha, I’m sorry, I gave too few options! But I really can’t guess what else you can do in the ocean besides sleeping!”
Hojia sat in front of the receiver, cupping her face and giggling foolishly.
Chatting with her this way felt so new!
Imagining Orsha seriously replying to her with the toy radio felt much more relaxed and natural than talking to her face-to-face.
“Orsha, what do you want to eat tomorrow? Press 1 for barbecue, press 2 for stir-fry. You can’t press 3 again, I need to save all that seafood to sell!”
“…111.”
“Got it! Oh, right, you must give me your answer when you come tomorrow! If you’ve decided, it’d be best if you could tell me now, otherwise I definitely won’t be able to sleep tonight!”
Orsha’s fingers paused on the keypad, unsure how to reply.
“Press 1 if you agree, and if you don’t agree… Oh, come on, I cook for you every day, make clothes for you, and tell you stories. I really, really will be a good owner. Can you please not disagree?”
Hearing the soft, pleading, and slightly spoiled voice coming from the radio, Orsha couldn’t help but chuckle.
She almost forgot that Hojia had accidentally spoken her true feelings because she desperately wanted to adopt her…
Although as the Princess of Mus Star, she could absolutely never agree to such a thing, didn’t Gano just tell her to pretend to be close to the administrator to confuse her mother’s spies?
Was there any action that could make the satellite surveillance think she hadn’t recovered her memory more than agreeing to be adopted by an Earthling?
“111.”
“Really!”
Hojia instantly stood up, her voice trembling as she asked, “Orsha, are you really willing to sign the adoption agreement with me and come back to Earth with me?”
“111.”
“That’s great! I’m so happy!” Hojia excitedly jumped three feet in the air, accidentally bumping her foot on the cabinet with a thump.
“Ow, that hurts, that hurts!”
“111111111!!!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m fine!”
Hojia rubbed her foot and chuckled a few times, continuing to fantasize: “When we get back to Earth, I’m going to rent a house with a huge bathtub! Of course, it also needs to have two rooms! I’m also going to take you out on the street to buy clothes, and get you lots of pretty head ornaments and jewelry! Orsha, what color do you like? I guess marine creatures all like the color of the sea, which is blue, right?”
“111.”
“Then I’ll buy you blue furniture, and lots of little fish and shrimp wall decals, and decorate your room to look like the ocean, okay?”
“111.”
In the distant satellite monitoring system, all messages transmitted and received on the control room’s signal frequency were faithfully recorded and presented to Oda.
Oda looked at the records, his head aching, and shook his head, saying, “Sigh, it seems His Majesty was right. The pace of Her Highness’s recovery is too slow after receiving care!”
She was probably still in the infantile stage where she only remembered her name, like a hatchling just emerging from a fish egg!
If she remembered even a single thing about Mus Prime Star, that aloof and cold princess, like a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg, would never engage in such a childish act as chatting with a lowly and weak Earthling using a toy radio!
Oda, while agonizing over how to write the report to Her Majesty the Empress, ordered all this data that compromised the Grand Princess’s image to be destroyed!
She had thought only waiting for an answer would cause anxiety and sleeplessness, but unexpectedly, Hojia was so excited after getting the answer she wanted that she couldn’t sleep all night either.
The thought that Orsha would return to Earth with her, that they would live together forever, could go shopping and take walks together, and maybe Orsha would slowly start to like her too…
Hojia couldn’t help but wiggle back and forth excitedly in bed, emitting “hehe” giggles at the ceiling in the middle of the night, startling the little turtle in the water tank.
“Little Emerald, Orsha agreed to let me adopt her!”
I know, I know, you’ve said it 180 times already! Even the monk Tang Sanzang wasn’t as talkative as you!
“In my era, mermaids were just creatures of fantasy, and now I can actually adopt one! It’s simply like a dream!”
Little Emerald also felt like it was a dream. How could a powerful creature like Orsha be willing to be adopted by this Earthling?
Could she have been tricked?
But she doesn’t have any money, and her looks… well, she is quite cute, and her figure is decent.
Could it be a scheme for her looks?
Recalling the conversations he had overheard in the bathtub, things about touching each other, and handling business after touching…
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the thought made the turtle’s green face blush. It’s very possible!
Even if Orsha’s appearance was exquisite and flawless, it didn’t prevent her from having physical needs, and it didn’t stop her from potentially being a flirtatious woman!
Wait a minute… Orsha, Lasea, these two words put together are not…
Little Emerald’s tiny, rice-grain-sized brain felt like it was struck by lightning. He finally realized, belatedly, and fainted limply in the water tank.
The next day at noon, when Little Emerald saw Orsha on the beach, he hid fearfully in the seaweed cluster of the water tank, secretly observing her while mentally preparing himself.
Why didn’t I notice before? This flawless, exquisite face, this noble and aloof demeanor, this poised and steady sitting posture. Her every move is a hundred times more distinguished than my former owner, who was a noble!
Thinking of how he was abandoned in the sink by his former owner and would have likely starved to death if not for Hojia, Little Emerald, with a death-defying attitude, clung to the water tank wall and spoke to Orsha through sound waves: “Um, esteemed Prin… Princess, my new owner is a bit silly and doesn’t know your identity. She has offended you, please be merciful and forgive her!”
“What do you mean?” Orsha’s gaze shifted from the figure grilling meat by the fire pit and coldly looked at him.
“Well… she might have misunderstood, thinking she could adopt you. She was so happy yesterday that she couldn’t sleep all night, constantly fantasizing about your life together in the future…”
Little Emerald said sadly, “We all know this is impossible. Whatever the reason, please stop misleading her! I’m afraid she will be heartbroken and won’t be able to handle the truth when she finds out!”
“Heartbroken…”
Orsha looked at the busy figure again. She suddenly stood up, scaring Little Emerald, who held his head and scurried into the seaweed cluster, thinking his time had come.
Orsha quickly glided toward Hojia, reached out, and pulled her from the fire pit to stand in front of her. Looking at Hojia’s two big dark circles under her eyes, she said, “You’re so sleepy you look like a panda, yet you’re still cooking. Aren’t you afraid of burning yourself? Go sit down and rest!”
“It’s fine! I’m happy inside, I’m not tired at all!”
Perhaps because she was too excited yesterday, and had some indescribable dreams while half-asleep, Hojia’s face was flushed and her heart was pounding the moment she saw Orsha today. Now, being completely enveloped by Orsha’s gaze, she was even more flustered, lowering her head and wanting to rush back to the fire pit.
Seeing Hojia being so disobedient, Orsha simply scooped her up in a horizontal embrace and said, “I’m taking you back to your room to lie down for a bit.”
“Ah? No, the meat is still grilling on the fire pit!”
Hojia wanted to struggle but was afraid of falling. She placed one hand on Orsha’s shoulder, looked at Orsha’s collarbone and the nape of her neck so close to her, swallowed, and quickly turned her face away.
“I’m here.”
Orsha deliberately jostled her, which startled Hojia into looking up at her, and she smiled, “Since I’ve agreed to let you adopt me, I should also do something for you. Owner, don’t you agree?”
Hojia quickly tilted her head up, not daring to look at her again, feeling like she was about to get a nosebleed from being called “Owner.”
Orsha carried Hojia and quickly glided into the hotel.
She knew Little Emerald was right. Once she returned to Mus Prime Star, she and Hojia might occasionally meet, but it would no longer be as undisturbed and free as it was now.
So, while she was still on Cizer Planet, she would try her best to play the role of the adopted one. At least the delicate and soft touch in her arms was real, and at least this time they spent together was happy and wonderful.
At least when Hojia thought back on it later, she would feel that she had truly adopted a mermaid, and it wouldn’t be a complete disappointment…
Orsha placed Hojia on the bed and tucked her in.
Seeing Hojia’s face half-buried in the quilt, her two dark eyes looking up at her, Orsha raised a hand and gently stroked her forehead twice, saying, “All right, go to sleep now!”
Hojia felt very comfortable being stroked and, clinging to the warmth of Orsha’s palm, whispered from under the quilt, “Can you stay here and keep me company?”
Although it was only in name, she was the owner, after all. Asking for one little thing wasn’t too much, was it?
“I still have to watch the fire pit on the beach.”
“You can let Sam go! It’s very simple, just flip the meat skewers and take them off.”
Orsha raised an eyebrow, about to speak but stopping.
Asking a marine creature to barbecue—even she had thought that was asking too much of an octopus initially. Hojia really was… brave and highly skilled!
Hojia extended one hand from under the quilt and gently tugged on the corner of Orsha’s clothes, shaking it twice: “I’ll only sleep for a little while, will you stay here, please?”
Although Orsha had carried her to bed on previous nights, she had either been asleep or too tired. She had never truly experienced the feeling of falling asleep with a mermaid by her side.
Hojia had always regretted this, so even if it was just a nap now, she wanted to make up for that missed opportunity.
Orsha looked at the soft, pale hand persistently tugging at her, and had to self-justify.
Fine… I’ll let her have her way this once.
Although there was no satellite monitoring in the room, she had just told herself that she needed to give Hojia a perfect owner experience.
Sam was lazily sunbathing on the shallow side of the beach. Hearing Orsha’s sound wave summons, he thought Hojia had made more delicious food to feed him and swam happily to the barbecue area.
Then, he stared blankly at the smoking fire pit and a row of burnt meat skewers.
Orsha’s instructions came from the hotel window far away: “Sam, grill another batch of meat skewers and hand them to me on a plate.”
Sam was stunned for a moment. He looked around the empty barbecue area and had no choice but to frantically complain to the little turtle in the water tank beside him: “Oh my god! Have you ever seen an octopus barbecue! Why doesn’t she just say she wants to eat charcoal-grilled octopus legs!”
Little Emerald, who had just barely recovered from being scared into a faint, nodded sympathetically: “I understand, big brother! They really don’t treat us like people! Although we truly aren’t people…”
Orsha’s sound wave came again: “That sounds quite good. If you don’t want to barbecue, then prepare a spicy charcoal-grilled octopus leg for me.”
Sigh, he was terrified, he was terrified…
The dejected Sam had no choice but to pick up the skewer sticks with the tips of his tentacles, carefully avoiding the stove fire, and chatted with the little turtle in the water tank.
“Who are you, and why are you here?”
The little turtle was annoyed that Sam’s huge, sky-obscuring body was blocking his sunbathing. He bared his teeth at him and said, “As a courtesy, you should introduce yourself first.”
“Oh, I’m Sam, Orsha’s servant.”
Sam said honestly, “That’s the name the Master gave me.”
Oho, so a servant of the Princess, that sounds quite impressive!
The little turtle, who greatly valued status, immediately deflated a lot. He only thought to himself, Hmph, although my owner is just an Earthling, she also adopted your Master! So, rounding it up, you are also my servant!
“By the way, do you have a name?”
“Of course, I do!” Little Emerald proudly lifted his head and said, “My name is Grusis the Eighth!”
Although that’s my former name…
Sam, unlike him, hadn’t lived with people for a long time and didn’t understand the name’s nobility. He just shook his head and said, “That name is not good. It’s too long and hard to pronounce.”
Little Emerald was instantly so angry his green face turned red: “You, you, you… and you call yourself the Princess’s servant? You’re completely uncultured…”
Orsha leaned against the window on the second floor, one long arm resting on the windowsill, watching the snowy white sand and azure blue sea shrouded in wisps of smoke, listening to Sam and Little Emerald’s meaningless squabbling.
She turned her head and followed the arm that was being held, looking at the person sleeping on the bed. That soft face was pillowed on her palm, sleeping soundly.
If she had known Sam could barbecue earlier, she wouldn’t have had to accompany this person to sleep now.
However, watching Hojia sleep during the day felt completely different from at night. The sunlight slanted in through the window, and every tiny movement of the person in front of her could be clearly seen.
Her closed eyelashes were distinct, lightly fluttering with her breathing, like a small brush gently tickling one’s heart.
Orsha’s fingers moved slightly, touching a warm, smooth patch of skin, and mischievously scratched her cheek as well.
As the Princess and Major General of the army who would become extremely busy after returning to Mus Prime Star, she looked at Hojia’s little face wrinkling up like a kitten whose sweet dream was disturbed, and felt that spending a leisurely afternoon this way was also a pleasant experience.
Regarding the confession in the previous chapter, Hojia is a direct, albeit tearful, passionate, bold, and sometimes hot-headed player.