Hearing Goki's sudden question, her expression remained calm as she silently evaluated Goki's meal.
Although Kaltsit had wandered Terra for a long time, she never had time to cook for herself. However, regarding Goki's meals, even though she had grown accustomed to warm three meals a day over the past month, she had never once praised them.
"Oh? Is that so? Then why are there more fish bones in front of you than anyone else?"
However, Goki never fully believed Kaltsit's insincere words. He simply maintained his smile and asked her.
Unlike in the car, where they took turns driving, with one person waking up as the other prepared to sleep, after a month in this small clinic, Goki and Kaltsit had the same daily routine.
And Goki had gained a deeper understanding of this perpetually worried Lynx.
She wasn't as aloof as he had imagined, but rather, with her meager personal strength, she wanted to gradually change some terrible things.
Treating oripathy patients in the community, investigating information about gods, and at the same time, she didn't forget to study the phenomena on Goki, fearing that this walking high-concentration liquid Originium bomb might detonate somewhere.
And similarly, even if her motives and goals were noble enough, Kaltsit was still not perfect.
Her long journey had made this old woman—ahem, wife—who had seen the vicissitudes of life and the wickedness of human hearts, instinctively distant from others.
Now, she was even more cold and aloof than the Supreme Emperor of Rhodes Island six years later.
Even though Kaltsit continued to do good deeds through her methods, she was generally not understood by others, nor did she expect to be understood by them.
Just like Ifrit, even though he still felt gratitude towards Kaltsit, his savior, there was also a great deal of wariness and incomprehension.
Perhaps, only when Kaltsit's close friend in Kazdel re-establishes a home for her called Babel, will she begin to slowly reclaim her human emotions.
But... Goki didn't think so.
Good people shouldn't have guns pointed at them. Goki didn't want Kaltsit to be misunderstood by more people.
"Nona Theresa, I'm afraid she thinks the same way, doesn't she?"
Sighing to a certain Sarkaz woman currently in the East, Goki looked at the corner of Kaltsit's mouth and said with a smile.
"Look at you, sweet and sour sauce is on your face, you know? Can such a disheveled lady truly do as Elliot said, and manipulate the King Chief and Pasha at will?"
During their time together, Goki discovered that while Kaltsit could tolerate a low standard of living, just like Feline need to groom themselves daily, she had extremely high demands for personal hygiene.
After all, she was a doctor. Even now, when she saw Goki injecting unsterilized blood into himself, Kaltsit would still scratch her ears and feel uncomfortable.
"!!!"
Upon hearing Goki's words, Kaltsit's cat ears on top of her head immediately perked up, and she subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, but only felt smooth skin, with no sauce.
"Pfft pfft."
"I'm not laughing, Kaltsit, I really am not laughing."
Beside Goki, Skadi and Kafka, who noticed Kaltsit's embarrassed posture, laughed without any restraint.
"...Boring."
Glaring at the three jokers in front of her, Kaltsit originally wanted to drop her chopsticks directly, but after a second of hesitation, she still put the fish into her mouth.
She had to admit that Goki's cooking skills were completely unlike what someone who was good at hunting monsters, or even dared to hunt gods, should possess.
To be honest—it was super delicious, something that a master chef without decades of experience absolutely couldn't make.
If anyone could surpass him in cooking, it would probably only be the annoying Yan Country woman's younger brother.
So, Kaltsit chose to ignore the people opposite her and silently began to eat. Soon, the remaining fish was also eaten cleanly, leaving only a fishbone.
Goki was also very satisfied with this. During his stagnant time in Yharnam, God knows how many delicious foods he had made, and how many years he had trained his cooking skills during hunting. Even Senior Sister Maria, who had been dead all this time, found his food delicious enough.
"Alright, Goki—dinner time is over."
Her expression was still cold, but her emerald-like eyes showed some fluctuation. Kaltsit elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and said calmly.
"Since you can now contact Rhine Lab's 'target,' then we will act next—it's time to talk about serious matters. It's best to rest early tonight."
However, looking up, Kaltsit saw Goki holding two familiar coffee cups.
"If we're going to bed early tonight... does that mean no coffee?"
Upon hearing this, Kaltsit's cat ears on top of her head twitched even faster.
"Ha... still the same."
Clenching her fist, Kaltsit still nodded honestly.
She felt that staying with Goki for too long had truly made her relax.
But, the coffee was really good.
"I want some too!"
"Then Brother Goki, I'll have some too—fill it with sugar and your love, Brother Goki!"
As expected, Skadi, who absolutely didn't want to lose to Kaltsit, and Kafka, who was also enamored with Goki's coffee, immediately clung to Goki's side, acting spoiled.
And Goki could only shrug, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.
"Alright, alright—then next, let's talk about the matter of the gods."
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