The spotlight instantly fell on Turing.

The look of astonishment was almost carved on the faces of everyone except Maria and Merka. Even Oedipus, who was standing beside Turing, was momentarily stunned.

Caught off guard.

These few words were written all over Oedipus's face at the moment.

Quickly realizing what was happening, Oedipus suddenly raised his head and glanced in Maria's direction.

All of Maria's panic and confusion just now seemed like an act, as they all dissipated with the slight curl of her lips.

"Mother..."

"Do you also make this expression?"

Slowly lowering his raised hand, Turing removed his other hand from Oedipus's seemingly unyielding palm.

Turing suddenly realized that his mother was not as invincible as he thought.

The judge on the judge's bench cleared her almost speechless chin and looked at the increasingly uncontrollable panic among the jury, and once again loudly struck the gavel.

"Mr. Turing Altria."

"Public figures often have to be responsible for their words and actions."

"I know you are young, so I advise you to reconsider your language."

The jury, who had been in shock for a long time, quickly closed their mouths and listened carefully to what Turing planned to say.

Even Maria shed a drop of cold sweat in this scene.

"Turing."

"You are a good child, aren't you?"

Oedipus once again lowered her forehead and caressed Turing's cold shoulder. She once again hooked Turing's arm, intending to hold her little hand.

But this time, Turing pushed her away.

"I'm the murderer, Sister Theresa... I killed her."

A piercing pain struck Turing's heart. The damage caused by this lie was even greater than Turing had imagined.

"Why..."

"The blood in that vial is my blood."

"Why did it have to be Sister Theresa?"

"I placed the programming magic in my blood and put the blood vial in Theresa's room."

"Setting the time, I used the programming magic to kill Theresa."

"Why did it have to be Prince An, Elizabeth, and Sister Mostima?"

"Setting it to activate the magic during the competition was to create an alibi for myself."

The judge furrowed her brow, looking at the stubborn and enchanting person in front of her, unable to say a word for a long time.

"So... why did you suddenly confess to the crime?"

"What was your motive?"

Turing closed his eyes with a heavy heart and shook his head.

"I have nothing to say about that."

"But if you just test the DNA in the blood, you should be able to know if it's mine, right?"

"Isn't that enough as evidence?"

The judge raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and immediately understood. She struck the gavel in her hand.

"Yes... that's right."

"But we may not be able to afford the DNA testing equipment in our court for a while."

"The fastest flight for international transactions would take at least twenty working days to submit the request."

"That would be over a month just for the back and forth."

"During this time, let's temporarily detain Turing as a suspect at the local police station and open a second trial after the test results are out."

The judge glanced at the time, which happened to be the end of the trial, and immediately announced the end of the trial with great joy.

The reformists here were unhappy and started to argue;

"What are you joking about? How could Turing, such a young child, possibly do such a thing?"

However, Maria's faction seemed to have caught a handle and unanimously agreed with the reformists' previous defense of Oedipus.

"Otherwise, who else could it be? Weren't you all shouting that it wasn't Oedipus?"

"Do you think the Supreme Mage is a pushover? Who else could be the culprit, why don't you come up with another possibility?"

For a moment, the Oedipus faction fell behind.

They had tirelessly defended Oedipus before, but now their efforts ended up backfiring.

But the court did not have any intentions to continue, the judge left, and some staff members had already started packing up the cameras and notes used to record the court proceedings.

This public trial ultimately ended in words, without escalating to a physical confrontation.

Oedipus, with a gloomy face, silently watched the crowd for a while.

After quickly glancing at Turing, Oedipus didn't say much, turned around and walked out of the court.

[Mom...!]

Looking at the increasingly distant and beautiful woman.

Turing felt an indescribable pain.

[Sniff...]

Turing didn't know why,

Turing didn't even know why.

Mom never really cared about Turing.

But Turing was so afraid of disappointing her, so worried about everything related to her.

"Turing, what are you doing?"

Until Turing was pulled by a gentle hand, Turing suddenly realized that his body was involuntarily moving towards the direction Oedipus left outside the court.

Compared to the gentle hand that Merka held Turing before, this gentle hand felt like heaven compared to earth.

When Turing turned back, as expected, the owner of the hand was Merka.

These two were almost the most important people in Turing's life, always representing Turing's crucial choices in critical moments.

Merka was light and fluffy, soft, like the blue sky that could be seen through at a glance.

Oedipus was in agony, deep and heavy, like the solid black soil underneath for thousands of years.

"I want to go... I must go."

"I want to make sure..."

"What do you want to make sure of?"

Merka's face, as gentle as a cloud, seemed to be disrupted, dispersed by Turing's stubborn words, presenting a state of dark clouds with a charred black appearance.

"What else do you have to ask?"

"For that woman...."

"No ending could be too extreme."

"I beg you, please."

"Don't go."

"You will definitely...definitely regret and be disappointed!"

The dark clouds seemed to finally frown and it started to rain.

Turing could only keep their head down, afraid to look at Merka, fearing that his captivating black diamonds in his eyes would stir up emotions.

"No...I have to go."

"I'm sorry."

Softly letting go of their hand, Turing, like a kite soaring into the clouds, disappeared into the crowd.