Transmigrated to the Interstellar Era to Raise Mermaids GL - Chapter 8
“Oh dear!”
Hejia’s fair face flushed completely red. She awkwardly released her arms wrapped around the mermaid, but the moment her body felt the sensation of sinking again, a conditioned reflex made her cling back onto the mermaid with both hands and feet.
“S-s-sorry!” The firm, smooth sensation of the mermaid’s waist against her hands made Hejia’s heart pound like a frightened deer. “I didn’t mean to, but I’m just so afraid of falling…”
The now-accustomed Orsa took the opportunity to pull Hejia closer into her embrace, indicating that she could hang onto her without worry.
The seawater under the setting sun carried a trace of coolness, but Hejia’s chest was burning hot. If she didn’t distract herself, even if she didn’t drown, she would soon have difficulty breathing and lack oxygen in her brain!
“Um… was that you speaking just now?” She recalled the moment the voice sounded again, seeing the mermaid’s thin lips move slightly.
“Yes,” the mermaid’s clear and pristine voice, like a mountain spring in a secluded valley, sounded again.
Hejia opened her eyes wide in surprise, instantly flooded with questions. “So you really can speak! Then why did you never speak before? And what about that word you just said…”
Her translator pen, clipped to her body, only re-read the Earth-language pronunciation of “Orsa.” Hejia imitated the translator’s reading and pronounced, “…Ayasha, what does that mean?”
“Orsa,” Orsa repeated the correct pronunciation to her seriously. “It is my name.”
“So you have a name!” The sheer amount of information received at once made Hejia completely dumbfounded. “Then… then before…”
“I forgot before. I remembered it recently.”
Orsa looked directly at Hejia with composure. Her crystal-clear eyes seemed to hold a magical power that made people believe her unconditionally.
She was indeed not lying; she just remembered it a bit earlier than Hejia had assumed.
Hejia nodded, and following the train of thought Orsa had provided, she quickly developed an even richer imagination: This poor mermaid has been living alone in the deep ocean for so long, she had forgotten how to speak, and is gradually recovering this memory through her interactions with me.
Hejia smiled happily. How wonderful it is that the mermaid can speak now! They can communicate directly from now on, without having to guess anymore!
“That’s great! I finally know your name! Is it… A, no, is it E… Elisa?”
The name Orsa originated from the internal legends of the Lasea family, and its pronunciation was slightly different from ordinary interstellar common language, especially the initial trill, which was easily mispronounced.
Orsa looked at Hejia’s eyes, which were curved in a smile, and deeply cared that this Earthling was mispronouncing her name. She simply took one of Hejia’s fingers and placed it on her own lips, letting her feel the correct amplitude of the vibration, patiently teaching her without a trace of impatience: “Orsa.”
Hejia was entirely draped over Orsa’s shoulder, held securely in her embrace by her other slender yet strong arm to resist the impact of the waves. She felt the soft, warm sensation transmitted from her fingertip vibrate her heart, making it hum in resonance.
Like an artisan who had just carved a perfect masterpiece, she was intoxicated, admiring the exquisite face so close to her, and following Orsa’s slightly parted thin lips, she continuously chanted: “Orsa, Orsa…”
Seeing Hejia finally pronounce her name correctly, Orsa was satisfied and released her hand, preparing to take her ashore, only to see the octopus still desperately circling, holding onto Shelly’s arm on the opposite deck.
“Sam, come here.”
The moment the octopus Sam slowed down its entanglement of Shelly, Shelly immediately turned around. Its rapidly extending electronic arm instantly grabbed Hejia’s back collar, lifting the two “conjoined twins” soaked in the sea together, and flinging them onto the deck like sacks.
“Ahhhhh, help, why am I flying again!”
In the split second of their descent from the air, Orsa reacted instantly. She firmly pressed Hejia’s head against her own shoulder with one hand, while hooking her fish tail onto the upright mast on the deck. Her fish body quickly twirled around the mast a few times, gradually slowing down, and smoothly slid down the pole to land safely.
The still-shaken Hejia was seeing stars, and Shelly’s voice sounded in her ears: “Hello, you have been retrieved from the sea. Is there anything else you need me to do?”
“…” Hejia was utterly speechless and exasperated. With Shelly’s rough retrieval method, it was a good thing Orsa was there, or she would have been half-paralyzed from the fall on the deck even if she hadn’t drowned.
But what was the point of arguing with a robot? She weakly said, “Take me to the restroom.”
The high-speed rotation in the air made her feel nauseous, and she also wanted to change her soaking wet clothes.
“Understood.”
“I’ll take you.” Orsa coldly blocked the path of the unreliable robot, supporting the dizzy and unsteady Hejia, gliding towards the cabin. Realizing that her gliding frequency was not consistent with a person’s walking pace, she simply lifted Hejia into a horizontal carry.
“Hey!” Hejia, with her limbs dangling in the air, quickly reached out to wrap her arms around Orsa’s shoulders. Looking at the slender, graceful line of her neck, she shyly said, “No, no need. Please put me down. I can walk myself!”
Shelly continued to execute its command, immediately blocking Orsa’s path and attempting to pull Hejia out of her arms so she could walk herself.
“Sam, block it.”
Orsa deftly swayed and avoided Shelly, carrying Hejia into the cabin. Behind them, the momentarily rested octopus and Shelly began a new round of hand-in-hand circling dance.