Finally, it was time to enter the arena.

The cheers from the audience were deafening as Turing rode Joseph, following the other competitors, slowly making their way to the long starting line.

After the sound of the starting gun, Turing shot forward like lightning.

Riding on Joseph's back,

Watching the clouds and smoke rise from the hooves...

Transfixed.

What was flying in the midst of the dust?

It was the slightly raised mane and glistening sweat drops.

They swayed and swirled like raindrops.

They sprayed out like mist.

Joseph broke the sound barrier and angrily sang out.

Its muscles, reminiscent of ancient Roman statues, emitted a white breath, much like the exhilaration of an engine.

Like a fleeting image.

As if about to soar in flight, Turing avoided the flaws in the roaring winds and the dense air.

That figure gripping the reins tightly was deeply engraved in Diana's eyes.

Turing surpassed everything, her unparalleled high spirit far surpassing Diana's cold determination.

Turing left Diana far behind.

On the racecourse, in the final lap, Diana clung desperately to the two positions behind Turing, refusing to let go.

The seemingly short distance seemed like an insurmountable obstacle for Diana.

Finally, Turing broke through the finish line.

This perfect cigarette once again claimed first place.

Only a slight gasp escaped Diana's lips as she tried to catch up to Turing and accidentally fell off her horse.

The tumbling horse threw Diana far away, and the intense friction with the ground left a long, bloody gash on Diana's side.

[Diana!]

Even Turing herself didn't expect that the first thing to occupy her heart wasn't the joy of victory, but the terrible sight of Diana falling off her horse.

"Are...you okay?"

Turing felt a sense of familiarity, almost calling Diana her little sister.

Quickly dismounting, Turing's magic surged, and in an instant, she flew to Diana's side.

Turing's overwhelming magic engulfed Diana like a tidal wave.

Her worn-out flesh, like a sponge soaked in water, began to soften and fill up under Turing's gentle magic.

Diana lay in Turing's arms, squinting her eyes, her consciousness not entirely clear.

"Sister..."

Turing widened her eyes, surprised that Diana would call her that.

Since their separation, Turing had never opened the door to her childhood memories, but now they seemed to be stirring.

Turing's hollow memories suddenly became vivid, and the illusory castles in the air became tangible.

A rainbow of images covered Turing's eyes, and after a subtle tremor, she almost shed tears.

In the depths of Turing's mind, a familiar, simple, nostalgic memory merged with the Diana in front of her.

"It's alright, I'm here."

"It's all over now, thank you for your hard work."

Turing's brows trembled slightly as he gently comforted Diana's delicate body.

In the gentle lullaby of Turing, Diana seemed to show a hint of smile, peacefully falling asleep.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Turing carried the unconscious Diana and walked out of the arena.

"Miss... you've won again, haven't you?"

In the long and narrow tunnel, Yanling bowed to welcome Turing's victorious return.

"What are you doing here...?" Turing was somewhat surprised.

A terribly bad premonition gradually permeated Turing's dry soul along with the feeling of fear.

Yanling gently lifted her skirt to curtsy.

But Turing was startled, almost dropping Diana in his arms, as if he had seen a ghost.

She knew very well that since Yanling started following her, she had never followed proper etiquette.

They claimed to be master and servant, but in reality, their relationship was more like sisters.

Now, Yanling suddenly appeared in this manner, it must be because something serious had happened.

"Butler Theresa passed away yesterday in Erisburg."

"A massive explosion nearly destroyed half of Erisburg."

"The towering flames engulfed the bodies of dozens of servants in the mansion."

"The casualties were numerous and it can be said to be the most severe criminal case in Acadia in nearly a century."

"The preliminary examination by the forensic doctor ruled out suicide."

"As her master... or rather, as a family member."

"Miss, please proceed to the courthouse as soon as possible."

"The situation is no longer under control."

Yanling smiled on the surface but there was no joy in her words, her face seemed pale and lifeless.

Turing, who had been with Yanling for so long, knew very well what was going on with her now.

The overly complicated and heavy reality had almost pushed her to the brink of collapse.

"...What?" Extreme shock caused Turing's eyes to lose focus instantly.

A tidal wave of nausea churned in Turing's chest.

However, she managed to endure the dizzy feeling that almost made her pass out from pain, placed Diana on a bench in the waiting area, and took off her own shawl to cover her.

Turing came to Yanling's side again, holding her hand, and soothingly said.

"Poor child... you've suffered."

A glimmer of radiance flashed in Yanling's lifeless eyes.

Was Miss ever this gentle before?

"I'll go back with you to Crotto... let's leave as soon as possible."

Turing pulled Yanling, ready to leave, not even willing to wait for the upcoming award ceremony.

"Miss, we're not going home."

"The court that is handling this case is not a local court in Crotto."

"But rather, it's in Atlopos..."

"The national court."