After the petite and delicate third princess of Wave City took her seat, the Marianne couple also sat down at the table.

They smiled at each other and started using their knives and forks while also opening up the conversation to get to know each other.

"But I never expected it, Mr. Merka actually has a connection with the Altria family."

"If I had known about this, even if I had ten thousand times the courage, I wouldn't have dared to charge you, let alone have that attitude towards you."

Speaking in a remorseful tone, Josie awkwardly scratched his head under his beret, looking regretful.

Merka noticed that Josie even wore his hat at the dining table.

Merka had seen many people like this. Their scalps had been eroded by illness, and they relied on lip-reading to understand others.

"Don't say that, Uncle Josie. We already agreed on the price. Now no one owes anyone anything."

Hearing the word "uncle" made Josie extremely happy. In his fifty or so years, Josie had never relied on others or had any respect for anyone, except for Merka who was much younger than him.

"No, how is that not owed? I owe you so much!"

"To have such a kind master, I consider myself fortunate in this life."

"With the atmosphere like this, will you let me, your uncle, propose a toast to you?"

Josie's well-trained muscles were tightly wrapped under his suit, and his body felt as if it had absorbed water, full and resilient.

The deep respect from this tough old man was thicker than blood and more fragrant than wine.

"Oh, thank you."

Merka stood up, picked up his cup filled with milk, and clinked it with the wine glass held by Josie.

Unlike Merka, who only took a sip, Josie drank the entire glass of rum in one gulp.

"You, drink less."

Mrs. Marianne gently patted Josie's arm, indicating that he shouldn't drink anymore. Josie then reluctantly returned to his seat.

Seeing this scene, Merka could only smile awkwardly and sit back down as well.

"By the way, Merka mentioned earlier about forming a band..."

"Let me contribute to this matter as well."

"You two cuties, come to my place more often in the near future."

"I have many students. If they are willing, you can choose from them."

"And I heard that Mr. Merka is not particularly familiar with musical instruments. It may be a bit difficult to handle the organ, also known as the king of instruments, without a foundation."

"But I can teach you here."

"Of course, the lessons are completely free."

Mrs. Marianne looked tenderly at the two young men and proposed a very reasonable proposal.

Merka nodded at the old lady. In fact, that was what he had in mind.

"W-what? Merka wants to learn the organ?"

"That's amazing. I haven't seen anyone dare to learn this instrument in years."

Yorkshire, who was next to them, looked extremely surprised, with his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

"...By the way, Yorkshire."

"Do you want to perform with Turing and Merka?"

Seeing the excitement in Yorkshire, Lady Marian teasingly extended an invitation to her.

"I would love to, but..."

Hesitating for a while, Yorkshire lowered her head as if feeling inferior and buried herself in the soup.

Yorkshire didn't respond further, but Lady Marian seemed to have anticipated this.

"Why not give it a try?"

"Take this opportunity to overcome stage fright."

As the sound of cutlery hitting the plate rang, Lady Marian wiped her mouth with a napkin and asked Yorkshire.

At this point, Merka was a bit confused, but Turing, who was beside him, just rested his cheek on his hand and stared boredly at Yorkshire's shy behavior, as if she were a little girl.

Turing had known all along what was going on.

[She can't go on stage. She stutters when she gets nervous.]

[Although she doesn't stutter when playing an instrument, she has completely lost confidence in stage activities.]

[Every time she has to go on stage during college events or family gatherings, she always lets someone else take the opportunity.]

[Maybe it's better not to force a child without talent.]

Thinking of this, Turing suddenly frowned, feeling an extremely strong déjà vu.

[No talent...She really has no talent.]

[But even Elizabeth eventually learned magic.]

[At that time... If only I had taught her wholeheartedly.]

[Could she have survived under her mother's clone?]

[Would the outcome have been different?]

Seeing Yorkshire, who seemed reluctant to discuss the matter any further, Lady Marian nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I wouldn't be responsible to Mr. Merka if I were to force you."

"Let's consider it as a backup plan. If Mr. Merka can't find a satisfactory student among my other students, then we can discuss it later."

"But you can rest assured."

"Among my students, Yorkshire is definitely the most outstanding in terms of musical talent."

Lady Marian earnestly spoke to both Merka and Turing.

They exchanged smiles and nodded.

However, just as Turing and Lady Marian were about to discuss the specifics of the teaching content, Yorkshire suddenly spoke up, grabbing the corner of Turing's clothes.

"Um, Turing, can you also come next time?"

[Sister? Another sister?]

Looking at Yorkshire, who looked pitiful while tightly clasping her own hands, suppressing herself as if she wanted to be even closer to Turing, Turing's heart skipped a beat. Intense déjà vu rushed into Turing's mind along with memories of the Ironhorse Glacier, turning everything upside down.

Yorkshire was clearly older than Turing herself.

But this "Turing sister" almost shattered Turing's heart.