"..."

Merka fell silent for a moment, lowering his voice as he leaned against the wooden table, whispering in Turing's ear.

"I was thinking about Mulan's last wish."

"He wanted me to play the organ one more time in front of the public."

"I intend to fulfill this wish."

"Even though I cannot play any instruments..."

"But I tried. There is a ghostly musical memory housed in Mulan's sacred relic. I can rely on it to play the organ."

【The memory is housed in the sacred relic...】

【That should actually refer to the memory housed in Bastet's angel.】

【Because it has been helping Bastet play, it remembers some of the organ music.】

【Sigh, how unfortunate.】

Turing propped his chin on one hand, drooping his eyelids, attentively listening to Merka's account. In the depths of her small heart, ripples of sentimentality began to overflow.

"At first, I was thinking about hiring an orchestra to perform at the Bremen Music Hall in Polaris City."

"But after understanding the specific situation, I felt that it would be difficult to coordinate with a temporary addition to a music group, and the cost of hiring a temporary orchestra is also high."

"Later, I heard that the Forbidden Orchestra only used four people to complete their performance."

"So I decided not to hire a large orchestra. I plan to create a four-person band with familiar people..."

Merka sat up straight from the table, his hands interlocking with a lack of confidence, thumbs twirling and intertwining like playing a game of chase.

Casting an uncertain glance at Turing, Merka cautiously gauged Turing's reaction.

"Why didn't you tell me about such an important matter?"

"Important? No... But, uh."

"I thought you wouldn't care about this kind of thing."

Merka was somewhat surprised. The previous Turing never seemed to care about such spiritual connections between people, especially others'.

Merka knew that Turing didn't care about these kinds of spiritual relationships because she herself was strong and almost stronger than anyone else.

So she despised this behavior of licking each other's wounds, similar to injured people comforting each other.

"How could that be..."

"Bastet is so pitiful."

"Mulan endured humiliation and carried burdens for others."

"Their wishes must be properly fulfilled."

Watching Turing clench her little fist as if cheering, Merka opened her mouth wide in astonishment.

Is this Turing?

Shouldn't Turing be more like a gladiator in a Roman colosseum, only interested in bloodshed and the cries of defeat?

Merka couldn't help but smile slightly, amused by the metaphor in her mind.

She restrained her smile a bit and pretended to be serious as she asked Turing.

"Turing, will you help me fulfill Mulan's wish?"

Turing nodded gently, one eyebrow raised, the other lowered, pursing her lips as she stared at Merka. That expression seemed to be asking Merka why she had to ask such an obvious question.

"Have you thought it through?"

"This matter may not only be troublesome, but also completely thankless."

"No rewards, no flowers and applause, and of course, no one will appreciate it."

"More importantly, there is no winning or losing, right or wrong in this matter."

"If you succeed, it's not considered a victory; if you fail, it's not considered a defeat."

"Is this still acceptable?"

Merka rattled off several questions, knowing that the words he just mentioned were the ones Turing used to care about the most.

"Of course."

To Merka's surprise, Turing gave an affirmative answer.

"Not because of me, right?"

Merka asked strangely.

"What are you thinking! Don't try to flatter yourself!"

Turing seemed annoyed and lightly punched Merka on the body with a clenched fist.

"I genuinely feel sorry for Mulan."

"So let me join your band too."

"When it comes to musical skills, ha, let me blow my own horn."

"In heaven and on earth, I am unrivaled—I am proficient in all eighteen musical instruments."

With a smile in her eyes, Turing raised her small nose and curled her mouth as if she had just tasted something sweet.

She crossed her arms and trembled slightly with the joy of her shoulder-length hair, as if she was just missing a line directly written on her face—Praise me now!

Merka couldn't help but smile gently at this adorable little girl. He rubbed Turing's head.

"Oh, by the way."

Turing spoke up.

"I know why you're thinking about this now."

"You want to bring Yorkshire into your band, right?"

"That won't work."

"Don't be fooled by her musical skills..."

"As for her..."

"W-What, what are you talking about? Are you discussing my business?"

Finally finishing the last dish, in just a moment the meal was about to begin. Excitedly, Yorkshire laughed and just plopped herself down on the other side opposite Turing and Merka, waving her hands and feet, completely looking like a little fangirl.

Although she stuttered a bit.