The enchanting smoke enveloped the city of Crotto.

After more than a month, Acadia once again welcomed its prosperous festival.

The gentle meadow burned, igniting the festive spirit of the people.

The girls of the prime of youth rode on magnificent horses, singing passionately on the vast grassland like a sea of red, reveling carefreely.

Savoring the intoxicating smoke, the people on the grassland were deeply captivated.

Such a scene made people can't help but exclaim.

Acadia is still as beautiful as it was thousands of years ago.

"Turing..."

Looking at the petite beauty dressed and poised on the horse in front of her, Theresa stood at the gate of Erisburg and smiled subconsciously, waving goodbye to Merka.

She wanted to say words of farewell but didn't know what to say.

Her heart was filled with sadness.

Although she had never been a mother, Theresa could feel the strong sense of maternal responsibility and commitment burning in her heart.

They strongly controlled Theresa's body, demanding that she give Turing a more passionate and grand farewell.

Whether it be an embrace or a gentle kiss, the uneasy emotions grew stronger, urging Theresa to do something presumptuous.

"Theresa, let's stop here."

Merka looked at the silent Theresa, feeling a deep pang of pain.

"Hehe... you still call me sister, but I'm already in my forties."

Theresa distinctly remembered herself smiling as she uttered these words.

But the next moment, tears burst out of her eyes.

Forty years of accumulated grievances surged to the surface, and Theresa cried in intoxication.

Merka quickly dismounted, reaching out to support the almost helpless Theresa, comforting her kindly.

Tears the size of beans dropped onto Merka's arm.

Embracing Theresa, Merka felt that this strong woman in her impression suddenly became so delicate and fragile.

Like touched lady's mantle, Theresa cried deeply, her body crumpled as if in pain.

"Miss... I'm really a bastard... I'm despicable."

"I haven't done anything, I'm sorry..."

"I should have... I should have killed you then..."

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I should have killed you then...

Oedipus.

Finally bidding farewell to Merka, Theresa stumbled through the long corridor to her room as if she were drunk.

The desolate and solemn intention of death danced in her mind.

She knew she couldn't delay any longer; now was the best time.

Even if it was just a little longer, her resolve to die might crumble in the face of Oedipus's bottomless terror.

Theresa took out her waist pouch from the bedside table, fastened it around her waist, and then went to the wardrobe, pulling out the wooden box hidden inside, placing it on her lap.

Opening the box, the crystal-clear black and white swords, as exquisite as delicacies, were still lying quietly there.

Painful memories accompanied an unparalleled sense of nostalgia as they broke into Theresa's heart.

Symbolizing Theresa's career as a magician and musician, the black and white keys still held the youthful charm of their first encounter.

Theresa picked up her sword and gently waved it, almost hearing a few notes of music.

She stood up and headed towards a place she wouldn't even dare to talk about normally.

Oedipus's office.

She planned to put an end to everything.

The dimly lit corridor resembled a wine cellar storing treasures.

The familiar wall, flowers, and statues invoked Theresa's fermenting memories.

Turing's sweet smiles and gestures, seasoned by these memories, became even more delightful and perfect in Theresa's mind.

The passage of time had slowed Theresa's pace.

Unintentionally, she laughed.

Little Turing.

I have been a willing accomplice to your schemes for over twenty years.

It is your pure and untainted heart that prevents me from sinking into guilt day after day.

Perhaps you don't even know

It is because of you that I have hope for tomorrow.

But you will never appear in my tomorrow again.

Theresa arrived at the door to Oedipus's office and gracefully flicked her swords twice.

Theresa, who had not used weapons in such a grand manner in twenty years, felt as if she were back on the battlefield.

The ancient black and white swords were held in Theresa's left and right hands, emitting a sinister sheen like an ancient qin.

"Let's place a mini camera at the door."

"I am not very good at handling these foreign gadgets."

"I hope Maria can see me using the mechanized god descending."

Theresa took off her waist bag, took out the mechanized god descending from it, and put it in her mouth.

"Oedipus..."

"I want you to know."

"There is no one in this world who hates you more than I do."

"Turing's countless days of suffering and sleepless nights."

"I want you to pay with your life!"

Vigorously rotating her swords, the mad and harmonious sounds of the qin orchestra echoed. As two sword qi sliced through, the door in front of Theresa was divided into four halves.

Theresa looked into the room, where Oedipus sat indifferently and casually on his desk, as if he had known Theresa would come.

That person sitting there was like the embodiment of everyone's misfortunes in the world.

She smiled, unyielding like a rock.

Still, just a glance from her was enough to intimidate anyone.