Last night, Turing and Merka played "undertaking" all night long, and when they finally got into bed to sleep, they fell asleep as soon as they lay down.

Time flew by, and soon it was morning again.

"Good morning... Merka."

Turing, who had just woken up, stretched lazily and rubbed his bleary eyes.

"Good morning, Tucoco."

"Your bedside this thing is quite exquisite, but it seems unfinished."

"Tucoco... What's with this Tucoco."

"Would Merka call me that?"

Turning his head slowly, Turing opened his eyes and saw the large-mouthed wall clock in the corner pointing to five o'clock in the early morning.

"Getting up so early again."

"Hah..." Turing let out a big yawn and reluctantly pulled himself out from the warm embrace of the person beside him.

"Huh? Is Merka still asleep?"

"Then who just called me?"

Turing looked at the slightly trembling cute sleeping face of Merka beside him, and his originally blurry mind suddenly became somewhat alert.

"You didn't stretch out your tentacles when you were sleeping today."

"Is it because you have a boyfriend by your side, so you have to behave well?"

Dunkirk sat smilingly on the TV cabinet in front of Turing's huge double bed, legs crossed, giving a curious look at Turing.

"Teacher."

"Why are you coming so early in the morning, you scared me."

Resting his hand on his knee, tapping lightly with his fingers on his thigh, Dunkirk propped his head up with his other hand, looking quite exhausted.

"Sorry, Tucoco."

"I'm really tired, didn't think much about it."

Dunkirk drooped his head and yawned.

"I kept running around all day yesterday, dealt with legal consultations, and even took a plane abroad."

"I didn't even have time to sleep, just got off the plane early this morning."

"I couldn't sleep on the plane, the noise was unbearable."

"Now I have a terrible headache."

Pressing against his head, Turing could see that Dunkirk was in a very uncomfortable state.

"You don't know, it's so uncomfortable on the plane, I relied on thinking about your soft little face to distract myself."

"Oh, do you think too hard."

"So I hurried to your side."

"I also brought you a special local product."

Dunkirk took out a black headband wrapped in a transparent plastic bag from the inner layer of her fur coat and gently placed it on the TV cabinet.

With a metallic texture, three-dimensional design, simple and minimalist beauty, distinctive personal style, the shape resembling a small crown that a princess would wear, Turing almost liked it at first sight.

"Oh, thank you, teacher!"

"But why did you go abroad..."

"And why are you suddenly so busy?"

Turing focused on the first half of Dunkirk's statement and asked with concern.

"It's just a small matter."

"Acadia is in turmoil, the political situation is unstable, and all foreign forces want a piece of the pie."

"Some countries consider themselves developed and their reach keeps extending, even to the point of losing sight of their own strengths and weaknesses."

"Even the United Nations."

"They actually set up a special organization to deal with internal issues in Acadia."

"I feel annoyed just looking at those slick and insatiable guys."

"So I went with Lady Maria to give them a little scare."

Dunkirk raised her weary eyes, one hand gently covering the slightly swollen bags under her eyes. Even though her eyes appeared tired at this moment, it seemed like she could scare off a pack of wolves as long as she appeared slightly fierce.

"Unlimited hope will bring about death."

“Those foreign countries will be destroyed.”

"But not Acadia."

"No matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years."

Turing felt a little dazed and couldn't help feeling a bit frightened. Turing found that he preferred Dunkirk, who was usually very gentle to him.

"Tucoco, let's not talk about this."

After gently messing up her elegant golden hair, Dunkirk's expression returned to its usual frosty demeanor.

"I am here this time to deliver something to Merka."

Dunkirk snapped her fingers, and several thick tentacles extended from behind her, lifting a large suitcase from the windowsill into the room.

Gracefully standing up, Dunkirk approached the suitcase, tapped its white surface, and slowly sat on top of it.

"Merka has become Lady Maria's disciple and will be my colleague from now on."

"I am here to bring him the knight's attire for Lady Maria's direct disciples."

"And since he has officially become a knight."

"Merka's knighting ceremony will also be held as scheduled soon."

"He will need to wear this on that occasion."

"However, due to the special circumstances, I reckon the knighting ceremony will have to be held in Poca City."

"Provisionally scheduled for next Monday, remember to have him think about what to say when he speaks publicly."

"Oh, okay..."

Seeing Turing seemingly understanding, Dunkirk nodded in satisfaction.

"There should be a lot of additional items in the box, so take a look and use whatever you need."

"I have to go now, I haven't slept all day and I'm exhausted."

"Well... goodbye, teacher."

Actually, Turing's mind was still not very clear at this point, and he had not fully processed what Dunkirk had said.

"So, see you in the afternoon."

"I'll take a short nap."

"I'll move some furniture to your place later."