Turing temporarily placed the black-and-white sword into her muddy-like body.

In a hurry, she changed into a white dress and threw the heavy patient gown far into the depths of the lake.

Turing bid farewell to Dunkirk, but she did not reply. She simply looked at Turing quietly and sweetly, nodding her head.

Turing solemnly performed a salute to her superior, then turned around and flew away.

This time, Turing flew with more force than ever before.

In the emerald blue sky, there was a vast expanse of white clouds that looked like they had been covered with goose feather snow, and Turing's swift and sharp wings created a huge tear in it.

After a while, the bleak white hospital room reappeared in Turing's impression.

Turing flew accurately through the window of her original room, causing a gust of wind that made the curtains on the windowsill flutter and scream as if they had lost their souls.

Despite the tremendous force, Turing controlled her jump perfectly and stopped just before hitting the ground, gently landing on the hospital's glazed tiles.

Unfortunately, a small nurse wearing a pink hat next to her was not so lucky.

Startled by Turing's sudden approach, she dropped the tray she was holding, spilling water and food all over the floor in the chaos.

"Ouch! Who... who is it? So uncivilized, don't you know magic is not allowed in the hospital?"

The small nurse, sitting on the ground in pain, rubbed her bottom. Just as she was about to get up, she caught a glimpse of Turing, radiating an aura like a bright gem, in the dawn light.

Turing wore a white gown of stardust, pursing her lips slightly. It seemed that as long as this stunning and unattainable girl had the slightest inclination, everything in the world would revolve around her.

She truly was the most beautiful, the greatest person in this world.

The small nurse thought to herself.

Such a person had truly reached a level where not the slightest impure thought could arise from anyone.

Of course, even more so than this, what made it impossible to have impure thoughts was the black and dark golden crown that Turing wore on her arm.

It's over.

She dared to speak to the most esteemed woman in Acadia like this.

The small nurse felt like dying. She really wanted to go back in time and slap her outspoken self.

Well, there's no need to get up, just kneel here.

The small nurse knelt down respectfully, bowing her head and apologizing to Turing for her mistake.

"I... I'm sorry, I admit I was speaking too loudly earlier."

As she waited for Turing's reprimand, the small nurse lifted her head slightly and glanced ahead, only to find that Turing had already disappeared.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? Clean up the mess you made yourself."

Turing approached from the corner of the hospital room, holding a broom and mop, looking helpless as she glanced at the small nurse.

She slightly bent her waist, tilted her head, and stared at the kneeling small nurse.

The small nurse's face turned red instantly.

"Ah... This, you..."

It wasn't that the small nurse was incompetent, but the power of attraction from Turing's androgynous beautiful face was simply too outrageous.

"Are you really Lady Altria? I feel like you're slightly different from when you first arrived at the hospital..."

The nurse with a soft, coaxing voice said quietly, "Well..."

"Women change greatly as they grow up," Turing pursed his lips and smiled mysteriously.

"Oh...oh."

In fact, the nurse couldn't really pay attention to Turing's words anymore. She only remembered Turing's captivating profile, flashing like a movie in her mind.

She took the mop from Turing and mechanically scrubbed the stains on the floor.

"Wait, what is this?" Turing looked at the black drink spilled on the floor and asked.

"Oh, this was brought to the nurse station by a handsome young man, who asked us to give it to you."

"He comes to deliver it every morning, it's supposed to be your breakfast."

"It seems like he sent black coffee... and almond."

"Every day," Turing was momentarily speechless.

Looking at the black fruit and the black drink on the floor.

Her tongue reacted involuntarily.

A hint of extreme bitterness, along with a rich aroma, filled Turing with a sense of longing and comfort, flowing through her taste buds and reaching her heart.

Turing held her chest as if something was missing, urgently needing something to fill it.

[Merka... Do you already know so much about me?]

[How much effort have you made without my knowledge?]

"Where is that boy now?"

Turing hurriedly asked the somewhat timid nurse.

"Recently, he comes to the rooftop every night and stares at the stars."

"We tried to persuade him to go back, but he wouldn't leave."

"He should be there tonight. If you want to find him, you should be able to find him on the rooftop at night."

Nodding, Turing curtseyed gracefully at the door of the ward, opened it, and walked out.

Only after Turing had completely left the ward, the nurse couldn't hold back anymore.

"No, no, no, it can't be!"

"That boy is really Turing Altria's boyfriend?"

"This is such a huge piece of gossip!"

Listening to Turing's footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor, the nurse's face turned even redder. Excitedly, she kept pacing on the floor, wishing to run through the entire hospital and spread this news.

Turing: [Why hasn't that person come yet?]