After taking the medicine, Dunkerque felt better for a while, but suddenly leaned over and vomited on the ground. Large patches of blood stains were expelled, forming a small pool of blood near Dunkerque's abdomen.
Seeing Turing in front of him seeming bewildered and panicked, Dunkerque chuckled and quickly raised her hand to stop Turing, who wanted to come forward and check her physical condition.
"It's alright, I'm fine..."
"You, you're really cute."
"Even though you were so brutal during the fight, and so competitive during the match."
"But now...hehe."
"It really makes me realize that cuteness and strength have nothing to do with each other."
"What about I call you Toukeke? Or Lingkeke?"
"I'm sure many people must have called you cute before."
Turing's cheeks blushed, and her mind spun like a projector playing nostalgic scenes.
【Before...】
The flush on her face gradually faded, and her relaxed brows furrowed as Turing suddenly realized that she seemed to have found something she hadn't noticed before.
【Before? Someone praised my cuteness...】
【Elizabeth died, Mostima sister died. And Shepherdess, she was even indirectly killed because of me.】
"It's all my fault, it's me..."
Turing's breath became rapid as she frantically searched for anyone who might have had any connection with her in her memory.
With her memory exhausted, Turing's recollection finally came to an end.
Two red-haired, blue-eyed girls who resembled her were kneeling there, sitting with Turing in a sea of flowers, collecting randomly picked flowers and competing to weave flower crowns.
There seemed to be a layer of mist on their faces, making it difficult to see them clearly.
One was lively and cheerful, the other serene and graceful.
One was straightforward and unrestrained, the other knowledgeable and mature.
Smiling with immense warmth and indulgence, the two girls placed the flower crown on Turing's forehead and praised her cute face.
【"Turing."】
【"You truly are...|€*|<^^|^¥%@"】
Almost as if a tape in a radio cassette had snapped, the memory abruptly ended here, leaving fragments and distortions even in the words spoken by the girl in Turing's memory.
"It's time for the fourth lesson, which is actually the second to last lesson."
"Next, I'll teach you how to use 'aside'."
"Although it took me two to three years to learn it, I believe with your incredible learning ability, it will probably only take a glance for you to grasp it."
Dunkerque stood up from the ground, did two warm-up exercises, stretched her arms and waist. Her ragged clothes at this moment highlighted her feminine figure and posture.
Walking to where Turing had put down the black and white swords, she picked them up and weighed them in her hands.
"So heavy, did Theresa fight Oedipus with these?"
"I feel like any other weapon would shatter upon touching your body, so let me borrow your sword for now."
"Toukeke, Toukeke?"
Dunkirk, with two swords hanging behind him like the tails of a tuxedo, approached Turing and stared at him intently, only to find Turing still in a daze.
Indeed, he was still just a young girl.
Despite her sharp and mature mind, and her unfathomable strength, she couldn't escape the fact that she was still a little girl.
Dunkirk let out a sigh of relief and smiled contentedly.
She thought Turing seemed a bit shy after she praised him.
That was definitely a cute reaction!
"But training cannot be neglected."
"With a major battle approaching, every minute and every second must be cherished."
Dunkirk's face quickly turned cold, as if an endless frost was rapidly forming there.
Two flashes, one black and one white, quickly flickered by Dunkirk's side.
"Teacher...?"
Turing finally snapped out of it.
Blood surged out of her mouth as she looked at the two long swords that had pierced into her ribs, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Dunkirk.
"The 'aside' can only be activated when it comes into contact with a person, and it also takes time to activate. It's not very practical in actual combat."
"But the damage it inflicts is devastating."
"For the specific details, let me let you experience it firsthand."
With a fierce push, Dunkirk forcefully shoved the black and white keys into Turing's fragile body, gently placing one hand on Turing's slightly protruding chest.
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After reaching an agreement with the old man, Merka noted down the address and quietly returned to the house that Maria had found for her in Pocheng.
There was silence along the way, but the words of the old man kept bothering Merka.
Acadia's welfare system was very comprehensive. Even if you didn't work, with just minimum benefits, you could still afford a comfortable life with meat for every meal.
However, Curseborn did not qualify for welfare benefits, and it was obvious that the old man was a Curseborn, so his request for money was not contradictory.
But what was contradictory was the amount of money he wanted.
